Ok so first story (fanfiction) tell me what you think, please don't just flame though be constructive with it, tell me why you don't like it (try acting older than 13). Some names may sound like other names used for the princesses/princes from other fanfictions mostly because the names are usually spins on the mob talker mod names for the mobs or are the names form the mod.
Disclaimer: I only own my OCs. (If you want to use them please ask, or at least give credit where credit is due)
"yo" speaking
"yo" thinking
Prologue
Legends tell of creatures from Aether and Nether, of creatures that belong as much to the side of angels as to the side of demons while not belonging to either, a creature born from the impossible union of beings that oppose each other in almost every aspect. A nameless race, never possessing enough members to count as more than genetic errors, mutation or abominations.
Parents tell stories of those creatures to their children, tales when putting them to bed or when the child doesn't listen. Stories told and re-told, re-thought and re-written, so often that few know the origin, the truth that started the stories and legends. Stories treated only as such, as tales to entertain and scare children, tales to take the minds of the younger generations off of the mobs that terrify villagers and roam the land at night. Stories of creatures as powerful as the princes and princesses of the various monsters that haunt the night. Creatures said to be as violent as the accursed Withers or as gentle as bunnies, as evil as the Dark God Herobrine or as righteous as Holy Notch. Stories of how they could bring destruction and salvation. Stories and legend that all had one identical point, that the last of them to be seen had shined brighter than any light before being engulfed by a darkness just as great.
Darkness, darkness was all that surrounded him. How much time had passed since he had been locked in this place, since he had last seen the light? This pocket outside of time and space where he had been imprisoned to be... healed? Or was it to stop him? He remembered little of the time before he was locked away. Only his name, what he is and what he was able to do remained clear in his mind no matter how long he stayed there. Bits an pieces of the events before he was imprisoned flashed to him at moments, flashes of a merciless battle and... melancholy? No not melancholy, sadness and anger, pure rage rather, from loss and failure. What he had lost he couldn't remember. Had he lost someone? Or had he failed his duty? The duty he had forgotten so long ago. What was it?
He thought floating in the dark void he had been... existing in for an eternity, it felt like, now that he was trying to remember more once again, this time with a specific subject in mind. 'What was my duty? What was it that I fought for?' he thought going through all he could remember, all the battle skills he had 'I could destroy and fight as much as I could protect and heal..." he trailed off in his own mind, examining the bits of that last battle he could remember as closely as he could 'Nothing! I can't remember what had me so enraged that I would go berserk? What was my duty? Duty so important that I would fight like a beast after realizing my failure?' He kept thinking, the feeling that he was getting closer to the why he had been locked away, what his duty had been. The feeling being the same as finally seeing light after how long he had been in this darkness.
Unknown to him, the light, that light he had missed so much while stuck in this darkness, wasn't only a feeling. As he saw the darkness slowly grow smaller and the light widen he realized he was falling.
And as he realized that he was back into the world he had protected so long ago, he panicked. Not knowing where he would land, not having had the opportunity to test if he could still control his body the same way he could and having no knowledge of the time that had passed. He never noticed the many pairs of eyes watching him fall, nor did he notice that he was falling in an arena interrupting a fight and catching the attention of all who were watching the fight.
Ok so 745 words for the prologue, and I only used one character and location. so I feel like that's pretty good considering that seem like it's more that some chapters from other fanfics I read. Also Thank you for reading and please do tell me what you think of this. No flames though be constructive and don't act like a virginal child, act like mature and give constructive criticism. Flames will be used by the typist behind this story to cook food and keep the house warm and all that. See you next chapter o/ (Yes, I'm already working on it and if the readers are lucky I might have the next chapter out before tomorrow.)
Date/time of chapter completion 2017-06-29 4:25 Pm
