Prologue
Have I got a story for you.
What's that you say? You don't want to heed the words of a drunk? You don't have time to hear what this loser has to say? You don't want to listen to the words of a bum whom has been living in the gutter practically all his life?
Ha! You are a but a fool! You have been led on by your own perceptions! I may be simple in appearance but I was once a great warrior. A warrior whom fought in a great battle alongside other warriors of exceptional might. Although we emerged bloodied and beaten, we all bear the signs of pride. Pride in that we knew our cause was just and what we fought for was worth the effort.
Scoff and scorn if you like but I have a story to tell.
A story of war, romance, action, betrayal, death, hope, heartbreak and the will to succeed. But, above all, a story that relies on truth. Sure there are many story-tellers in taverns such as these. Sure there are many who can tell you a story as good as mine and sure there are many who can say they lived through every moment.
But how many can say that with sincerity such as mine? How can any listener be sure they are not being led on? How many facts of the story aren't twisted beyond belief? How many elements of the story are left unchanged?
Everything that I tell, is built on strong foundations of truth. Every character, every event, every small detail is nothing but facts. I say this as someone whom lived through every moment.
My story begins with a man.
A man of a dark heart and the darkest intentions.
He sat on a hill overlooking a city. A city of power and distinction. A city that housed a reputable ruling family. A city that glistened like a jewel in the morning sun.
A city by the name of Saillune.
The man could hatred swell within his heart. There, standing right before him, was the city that disowned him. Within it's great encasing walls, resided the people that banished him to the lawless wilderness of the outside world. And, right within that great palace in the centre of the city, beat the heart in the body that was Saillune.
But it was a heart that was corrupt. A heart that relied on a flimsy ideology. A heart that had become so dependent on what it believed in, that it's judgement had become cloudy and it's ruling style weak.
Sure the ruling family of Saillune had the support of the people, but what happens when a figurehead becomes incompetent and obsolete?
Times are changing in at a rate that is at once both dramatic and terrifying. The ruling family of Saillune can't keep hanging onto their flimsy ideals. The change that time brings demands that their ideology be re-written or discarded. They can't keep living their lives whilst the world continues to evolve around them.
The man felt his hand mould into a fist. If the rulers of Saillune were so blinded to the principles that they had hung to over the years, then perhaps the time has come to ring the deluded into the light.
And he will be the one to show them
And in doing so, his revenge will be satisfied.
The man smiled a sadistic smile. Anyone can kill a man or plot global domination. But there is no more satisfying sight than seeing one's enemy humiliated.....
Just then, a voice broke the man from his thoughts.
"Thyruss! There you are!"
The man raised an eyebrow to the sound of his name. He looked up to see a woman standing beside him.
"Valentina" the man named Thyruss murmured.
"What are you doing out here?" the woman named Valentina inquired.
"I've made up my mind" Thyruss said, getting to his feet. "Today is the day it will all begin"
Upon hearing this, Valentina's eyes sparkled with delight. She reached her arms and draped them over Thyruss' shoulders.
"You mean it?" the woman smiled. "After all this time?"
"Indeed" Thyruss replied, placing his hands around Valentina's waist. "And when it is all over, the Saillune family will be crushed. And I'll be King."
"And" he added, his voice soft and intimate. "You will be my queen....."
And when Valentina heard this, she let out a sigh of pleasure - before moving her lips towards that of Thyruss.....
Onto Chapter 1!
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