The Fall (Three Hundred Years Ago)
A figure in white passed through the silent battlefield, carefully stepping her way over the corpses of the fallen. The fighting had only recently ceased, leaving the field desolate and ripe with death. Yet no tears fell from the figure's face. Her eyes were empty and dry.
She crouched down by a young soldier and bowed her head.
"I suppose this is my fault."
A raven hopped down the corpse to perch on the frozen elbow.
"I should have noticed. I should have seen what she was doing. And it was me, it was my gift that allowed her to... to…"
The raven pecked violently at her hand.
She sighed. "Yes, I suppose you're right. But I fear what is to come. This is only the start, and already so many have died." She looked up. "We will Fade. There is no stopping it now."
The raven cocked its head to the side, letting out a single cry.
"No, my lord Woden. There is nothing that I know of that can stop this. Not anymore, not when the poison has spread into the very Other, and we are so weak."
Silence fell between the two.
"Things are going to get bad. Things are going to get very bad."
The raven cawed its agreement.
First chapter done! (The rest will be longer, I promise. This is just the prologue.) It's gonna be a long ride. I'll try to update at least once a week, but life might get in the way, so don't hold me to that. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, even if it's "bin the chapter, it sucks." Seriously, people, feel free to say that at any time. Just not every time, hopefully. :) And if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or would like to exchange witty insults, drop me a P.M.
Here we go!