Well i decided to rewrite my prologue when i got a review which i didn't quite expect thanks Wild-Roze( i really hope to see the next chapter of your story) and to reply to your question I am English it was just that I did not think anyone would read it, the story was just to pour out my ideas.

It was pitch black. There was no light anywhere where he lay on what felt like a bed. He was unaware of even where he is yet his body got up and started moving as if it had a mind of is own. Uncontrollably, his mind screamed at his body to stop like he knew what met him if he continued. It ignored all of his protests. Caged in his own body he kept walking in one single direction until, suddenly, a door appeared amidst the darkness, a reddish light seeping through the narrow spaces in front of him.

The door opened. A blanket of light, heat and smoke enveloped his entire body. For a moment he thought he was in the very definition of hell. What shocked him the most though was where he was. The floor was made of wood, scattered across the sky like a blanket where stars and pillars of smoke. Lastly, there was a noise, a noise all too familiar to him. A constant rumbling was felt under his feet partnered by a feel of constant movement, he felt this before every day in his life, he was on a ship. And the way the ship was burning he can't get out.

His instincts took over and, suddenly, he ran towards a set of stairs, it was as if his body knew what his mind didn't. Down the stairs he was met with a single long hallway. He ran towards the door straight ahead of where he was. His throat burned and his lungs throbbed in pain as he coughed as he ran down the hall to a small room.

The room was highly and femininely decorated with two beds. He realized that the beds belonged to his daughters and they're missing. Standing between them the man was met with a strange figure his face shadowed by his dark hood. Only the stranger's eyes were visible in a dark, sinister gaze.

At the very next instant he felt something run right through him a searing pain coming soon after then a red liquid pouring out of him, he was stabbed.

He collapsed onto the floor, helpless as his murderer walked past him through the burning hallways and up the stairs leaving him to die in a blazing inferno.

Mendosa woke up gasping for air, his hand resting in his chest trying to help him breath. Soon after he calmed himself he used his forearm to wipe the sweat off his brow. He got up from his bed walking to the window beside him.

Sure people had nightmares at least once in their lives but this one was different. This nightmare, the one where he dies on a burning ship, it was the third time. The first time which he experienced the nightmare was short and the morning after he could vaguely remember it, but the concern came with the second time around the next night at scene more vivid and more terrifying. This third time was worse, he never had such a long dream and one that he felt true pain, true worry. It must be a sign. Fear enveloped him, fear for his daughters the products of him and his late wife.

Mendosa's arm rested on the window as he peered through the glass. He lived in the city of Valua, a city of eternal twilight day and night covered by the dark storm clouds created by the energy of the yellow moon above the city. He could see the yellow glow of the moon through the spaces left in the clouds.

He looked far across his view seeing lower city across where he live. Lower city was a slum where the poorest lived and not a single speck of hope for any of them. At least he was glad that he was fortunate enough to be the grand admiral of the Valuan armada, now his armada.

Mendosa felt a twinge of guilt pouring over him turning his face with sorrow and regret but he quickly set it aside. She is a scar long past now. He kept looking out the window until he saw the large gates of steel he knows as the Grand Fortress.

The Fortress was a monster of engineering. An unfathomably huge gateway armed to the teeth with cannons. The Fortress was meant to protect him and his people from the hostile forces of the outside. To many the gates are what they are meant to be, a shield of the people, but to him it was the door to his cage.

Suddenly, a knock came upon his door. Who it could be at this hour, he thought. As he opened the door what met him was a soldier dressed in polished silver armor and, on his left pauldron bore a golden eagle, his insignia and with the soldier stood a little boy. He was dressed in the filthiest rags he ever saw. The boy had hair as black as night covered by a dirty cotton bandana, his eyes tinted in the strangest, yet most familiar blue eyes.

"Sir, I caught this boy stealing with a group of other boys." The soldier said, saluting.

Mendosa stood looking at the boy with undeniable curiosity. "Where are the other boys?" Mendosa asked concern on his face.

"Uhh, dead sir, they were caught by other soldiers and they weren't so merciful." The soldier's replied, sorrow in his voice. "What should we do with him?"

Mendosa crouched to the boy who only stared at him worryingly. He looked at the boy; he was skinny looking like he barely had anything to eat his face still had that youthful look unlike the other children he saw during his errands in the slums. But what he saw most striking was a lone silver necklace. One made into a shape vaguely familiar. He wanted to know more. "What's your name, boy?"

"A…Aurelio" the boy whispered.

"Aurelio. That's a great name." Mendosa smiled at the child. " How old are you?"

"Twelve. I'm Twelve years old."

Twelve. Curse that number could he be here as a sign, Mendosa thought. He had to find out for sure. "Who gave you this necklace, Aurelio"

"My mother, but she's dead."

Those words struck him like lightning. His face was in a state of shock. The necklace was clear in his memory now, inside it had a picture but who he was unsure, his age clearly affecting his memory. "I see can you open it?"

Aurelio responded immediately. He released the buckle and opened the locket. Inside held a picture of a beautiful woman with the same black hair and the same blue eyes. Written on the picture was a message that made him realize who the boy exactly was.

The admiral read the words in the dim light of a small lit candle "To my loving Inaya, Mendosa"

The boy was curious to what the words said. His entire life he was not given the chance to learn to read and the chance to hear what it really said.

Mendosa's face was in shock. The age, the necklace, the picture of the woman he now recognized as a lost love. Memories flashed of a fearless woman her face filled with undying hope, he remembered her smooth body her scent the night they made love. He remembered when she left mysteriously him the morning after her reason now clear, this boy was his son.

Well that is the end of the prologue. I am still shaky with writing. To be honest i am extremely happy to have this story up but i would love for any reviews.