Okay, before anyone gets all excited or anything, let me say 2 things: first, this is not an actual chapter, and second, this AN is really long. Just warning you. As the title says, this is a preview of my own original work: A Chosen War. This is just so you guys can see what other sorts of things I write. Anyway, this is the prologue as it appears on fictionpress, and you will also be able to find it, along with later chapters (whenever I put them up), at fictionpress (imagine that). If you're wondering why I'm putting this in here instead of an actual chapter, It's partially because I'm too lazy to write for both my fics (if you're only reading one, you really should check out my other, they set each other off nicely I think) right now, and this is easier to do, but mainly because in my opinion fanfiction has a wayyy better community, and I wanted to get some feedback from you guys. Assuming anyone actually reads this.

Also, for anyone who might be utterly confused by my style of dropping straight into the action, here's a very short summary of important stuff to know:

Takes place in a fantasy world

Jorn is the main character

Stahlverts are basically robotic suits of armor (mechs, though not near as big as, say, a gundam)

Safirs are their currency (in some parts of the wold)

There, summary over. Read on!

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Jorn grinned cheekily as half a dozen militia marched him out of the pub.

"So," he said, eyeing the captain in his worn but obviously functional armor "Do you guys bring out your Stahls' for every drunkard in this town? I'm surprised the people haven't revolted."

The captain snorted and motioned to the motley collection of officers who still hung near him, hands on their weapons, "In case you haven't noticed, we are the people-"

This time it was Jorn's turn to snort.

"-And no" the captain continued testily, "we only make arrests in our Stahlverts for drunken, dangerously armed criminals. Seen any?"

Jorn smirked, "Nope, unless you count that wasted guy under the bar. His fashion sense is criminal, and if his breath isn't a dangerous weapon, then I don't know what is."

One of the militia-men guarding him chuckled involuntarily.

The captain silenced him with a simple raised eyebrow, then turned back to Jorn.

"Really? Because we heard rumors of a wanted man hiding out in this building."

At this Jorn gave a theatrical sigh and shook his head "Is it my fault that every girl in town is romantically attracted to me? I mean, I don't mind the attention, but can you blame a guy for trying to lay low for a while?"

This time several of the men laughed, and most loosened their grips on their weapons, convinced he was just another drunkard. This time it took a full glare for the captain to restore order to his ranks.

"I will ask you one more time. Are you the man that Lord Syless has offered a bounty 500 Safirs for capture, dead or alive?"

"Yes"

Death was unleashed on an unsuspecting militia in a small town in southern Skattenlass.

Jorn twisted, his left boot connecting with a man's ribs, eliciting a sharp crack and a cry of surprise as the man hurtled backwards. By that time, Jorn had already moved, a straight punch that shattered a guard's nose, then a backhand blow to the elbow of a man in the midst of unsheathing his sword. The joint cracked then bent unnaturally, and the man released his sword as he writhed in pain, sending the short blade twirling through the air. As sunlight skittered across its edge, Jorn moved like a man possessed, flowing from one guard to the next, shattering bones with brutal punches and swift kicks.

The sword sank its tip into the soft ground just as his first victim, for they were truly just that, not real opponents, began to rise, his own blade in hand. Jorn swept the sword clear of the earth, and with the same movement, severed the man's jaw with a vicious backhanded swing.

The captain and his other two militia stood in their armored suits and stared blankly at the carnage.

Jorn dropped the sword, turned to the three men, and reached for the bundle on his back.

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Ahahaha! That's right! It's a cliffhanger! If you want more, check it out at fictionpress under A Chosen War or under my pen name: persona15 (dammit, I just realized that persona 15 without the space looks exactly like personal 5). Anyway, please read and review, and hopefully I'll have real chapters up for both my fics very soon.