And the Saints Boweth Before the King

by DOKChairman

On August the 23, in the Year of Our Lord 1339, the crown prince of Loria was born. Born not as a child, but as a man, he led the Knights of White against the demon Hoarde, and vanguished them on the fields of Moridun.

1. Chapter 1

Title: And the Saints Boweth Before the King

Author: DOKChairman

Time/Spoilers: Takes place after the events in 'Grave'.

Summary: I could write a summary, but then it would give away everything.  So no summary, but I'll give you a hint.  The opening I put down for the story is indicative of some of what the story might be about.  Not much of a hint, I know, but it's all you're getting.

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own the rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of its characters.  I own nothing except the story, and the Anna Kournikova poster on my bedroom wall.

Author's Note: Hi all!  While not my first foray into fanfiction, it is my first attempt at BtVS fiction.  In fact at the moment I'm nearing the eleventh hour of my actual first piece of fanfiction, an epic story in the Farscape Universe.  Anyways, the point is that this first part is only a prologue.  Well maybe not a prologue, you probably need more than 100 words for that, but more like a teaser.  Because I am spending so much time writing my other story, I don't have a lot of time to spend writing something else.  So I need feedback, the more the merrier.  The more feedback I get for this story, the more motivated I might become to actually continue it (that is if you actually care).  If not, well then I'll consider this an interesting experiment and get back to work on my Farscape story.  Oh and I know that this story may start off weird, vague, and disjointed, but its done for a reason.

Prologue: The Beginning

            "Begin."

            "No."

            "If you do not do as I say, then you will die."  The creature spoke without venom or emotion.

            The man responded, "Then I will die."

            The creature looked at the man with confusion, "You would rather die, than do as I ask of you?"

            "If it means losing the part of me that makes me who I am, then yes."

            The creature looked at the man, studying him.  "So be it."

            Without warning, the creature, of great strength of mind and of body, began his assault upon the man.  The man tried valiantly to stop the onslaught of the creature, but to no avail.

            With the man's last act of defiance, the creature struck the man with one final, mighty blow.

            And Alexander Lavelle Harris, fell to the ground, dead.

To be continued (well maybe)……………..