What Do You Think of My Prologue?
Question by Thatmetalhead: What do you think of my prologue?
Adarman: Clash of Elements
Prologue
A tall elf stood in the middle of a valley, deep in enemy territory. On Serpantis, home of the Az’voks, he alone had survived the assault that had taken place not minutes ago. In the confusion of battle one of their foes tried to escape, he had no choice but to give chase, no one could learn of the attack until they left. That was pointless now, as he was alone and could easily escape. What had happened though in the five minutes he was gone he could only guess at. It was unnaturally dark on the island, Dursain extended his dark cloud over his lands in order to give his troops an edge.
Garzlan, an ancient and powerful Light wielder stood at six feet and seven inches., his face showed no sign of age, save for his deep green eyes that hinted at a skilled mind and long memory. He had his silvery-white hair pulled into braided ponytail, his clothes offered little protection as they were merely robes with a point of light stitched on the chest. He gazed upwards at the full moon, eyes flashing, and summoned the moons light to the valley.
What he saw shocked him, and yet provided an explanation as to why no one had been alive to greet him when he returned. Impressed in the dirt were footprints of a monstrous size, the prints of a dragon. Dragons had not been seen in combat for many years, and therefore only the elves in his company would have had any experience in fending them off. He saw his comrades all garbed in the same fashion as he (with some exceptions such as the few with plate or chain mail armor) strewn across the valley floor. All of the white tunics represented a friend, no a brother, who had fallen needlessly. “Why,” he said as he wept “why did I try to attack with the last of my clan? I’ve failed them…”
They were living in dark times, friends had turned to enemies and brothers had become traitors. Dursain, leader of the Darkness Clan, had led the Ice, Magma, and Lightning clans against the Light, Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind clans. He did so out of a desire for power and nothing more, save the bloodlust that came from the darkness that he had let take hold of him. It had taken hold after he abused his Darkness abilities, using them in unspeakable ways. He had become so powerful that Garzlan and the Council of Element Wielders decided to expel the clans that betrayed them to the islands west of Eurasa, the mainland of the Alliance. Garzlan created an entire new island for the Darkness Clan, which Dursain named after himself.
His madness stemmed from nothing more than a desire to become more powerful, which baffled Garzlan. Sure Dursain was a twisted man, but to lead a revolt just because he could? It made no sense. But Garzlan would find out why when he faced Dursain in a few days time.
Until that time he could only press on with his remaining troops, which were very few indeed, only a few hundred were left after their failure to capture Serpantis. The Light Clan would probably not recover from such a blow for years to come, although their position in the council would remain just as important.
A few twigs snapped in the distance.
He stopped thinking, something was near him. More noises came from the forest to his right. He drew his sword, Illuminair, and prepared for a fight. The valley was quiet once again, but he didn’t dare let his guard down. I knew it, an ambush for when I came back, Garzlan thought.
Then a roar sounded into the night, from above him.
It was an Az’vok. Part dragon and part human, they were excellent in sword combat and had nothing to fear whilst flying, save the dragons. There were four in all, a red, brown, and two black. Their colors determined their maturity and the element that they could use. Black ones would be several years old, red would be newborns, and browns only a year or two old. As they matured they could use more elements in combat, making this particular group odd, two younglings with two adults was not very common in Az’vok fashion. Usually they stuck to their own colors or family, called a herd.
They landed not five feet from Garzlan with a mighty thud, each being eight feet tall and weighing nearly three hundred pounds. They each had a muscular humanish body, with a dragon-like neck and head. Protruding eerily from their backs were five foot wings. Also looking out of place were their three foot horns on their heads.
“Give upp noww.” one of the larger black ones snarled. “Our master wishes to see you alive ssso he may punisshh you properly for defying him.”
“Does he now? I’d like to see him try to do that himself, not send some insignificant scouting party to do his dirty work.” Garzlan responded calmly.
“Our master regretss not giving you a proper visitation, but he iss occupied with other matters,” their leader said.
“So be it!” Garzlan yelled, as he yelled he directed the light in the valley at each of the monsters eyes. They roared in pain
I reposted this because I spelled prologue wrong the first time. What needs clarifying?
Why he survived- One of the guys that they had been fighting earlier tried to run from the fight.
They-Are the Light Clan, who have devoted themselves to the eradication of those clans who rebelled
Escape- He’s in enemy territory, would you want to stay?
Where did he go?- To kill the guy that ran from the battle. He came back to find that the fight was over and only he had survived.
Attack secrecy- It was a stealth type mission, and used few people. If Dursain (evil guy) knew that they had attacked, they would have had to face several armies with their limited number.
Why attack- To try and destroy/capture the dragons that the evil guys had. And weaken Az’vok (dragon/humans) poulation if possible.
The Light Clan has always been powerful, but few in number.
If there are any questions, ask me! Hope the above information helps out.
Best answer:
Answer by Severus Snape
Very good , Muggle, interesting!
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