Post by G. Novella on Sept 16, 2012 20:57:45 GMT -5
Summary: It all began 200 years ago. Our universe is a multi-layer, multi-realm place. .On each Realm, they dealt with their own struggles. Most Realms never sought to interact with the other. The Realm of Elementals went as far as even cutting themselves off from the rest, locking away their own magic to avoid the others.
200 years ago, Lord Byron married the Queen of Light on the Elfin Realm. In doing so, he took over the Light Elves, and became a tyrant with an unstoppable nature. Not long after, he gained control of the shaky alliance of the sworn enemies of Light, the Dark Elves. With no demise in sight, he began plotting to take over more, to gain control of the entire Universe.
Until, his own wife betrayed him. The Queen had been deeply in love with the Prince of Darkness, and shortly after his death, her own pregnancy came into play. She hid her betrayal until the child was born. From there, she risked her life to give the baby a chance to escape. To ensure her child had the best chance, she helped the small rebels alliance escape. They ended up scattered across the Realm of Elementals, where the planet Earth resides. They sealed themselves from the Universal Realms many years ago, and now, with the return of old magic, unnatural things are happening. With the rebels on the hunt for their lost Princess and allies, and unnatural magic awakening, will things ever turn out the same for the Elementals?
Prologue:
“You’re still up, Lord Kent?” asked Genelia, as she entered a small office.
It wasn’t much of an office, since it was an underground mine on the Realms of the Elementals, however, it certainly made do. The mine shaft was abandoned, and different rooms were carved into the tunnels, and doors were blocked off by odd things, like old curtains, cardboard, and even a few old doors. Old rock and dirt littered the floors. The walls were a dark grey, with hints of black and brown. Scratches and holes were pick-axes and drills hit were carved into the mine's walls. An old railroad track covered the floor. The wood of the track seemed to be rotting, with fungus splitting the wooden tracks open. Old carts used to excavate rocks lay along the sides of the mine shafts walls, on their sides or turned over. The wood in them wasn't as bad as the rail road, but the carts wheels were broken and the wood dented or chipped.
This current mine shaft should have possibly caved in due to the battering of the storms on the outside. To any outsider, the light seemed to trick the eye into not noticing it's existence. On the side of a mountain, it was rarely seen. Only the most adventurous trekkers would come by when the snow outside relented, and they’d be gone in minutes to find shelter. If any stumbled on the mines, they’d realize how warm it was on the inside, and wonder.
“Of course I am,” said Kent, standing over his desk, which was again, not much of a desk.
The desk in question was a fold-out table in the center of the room. An old blue cloth, frayed at the ends, was thrown over it to maintain some elegance. Papers were strewn across it as a lawn chair stood behind the man. The ‘office’ was otherwise empty, with only a few orbs of white light dancing around the room, illuminating everything in sight. You could make out the stone in the walls, and if one looked closely, they’d notice a dark light binding everything together.
“She will not appear out of mere hope, Lord Kent,” said Genelia, as she moved to his desk, walking with an elegance unsuited to a miner.
Both were creatures far too out of place within a mine. They looked very much alike with pale skin, almost the blank white of paper, with just a hint of pulsing blood in their skin. The hair of the man was a snowy white. For the woman, it was a very shiny platinum blonde, almost white. They had extremely light eyes, a very pale blue on the man, and a pale green for the woman. Their clothes were the only bits of color to them. Though, they like the people wearing them were again ill-suited to the mines.
The man dressed in a collared blue tunic, with a white robe over it. The robe had gold trim along the edges that was coming off at the ends, though it looked worn and faded, as though it had been worn many times. His pants were black and simple ordinary trousers. His hair was cut short, revealing long pointed ears rather than normal rounded ones of humans. He had a rather young face, though it was aged by wrinkles around his eyes and forehead, as though he’d worried himself into old age. The woman dressed in a light purple dress, which fell to the ground. It clung to her lithe body, and flowed slightly as she moved in small steps. Over the dress she wore a white apron that was slowly tattering away, with loose threads and tearing. The dress was sleeved and had white cuffs and a collar. Her long pale hair was tied up into a bun and revealing her own pointed ears. She had the look of matron or governess, despite her still young face.
“I have got to find her Genelia, I must,” said Kent in a dull response, as Genelia looked down at the map he was staring at.
“It is quite dark in here,” said Genelia, tutting as she lifted her hand. In her palm, a white orb began to grow. “Much better. You are starting to turn into a dark dweller, Lord Kent.”
“Mind your tongue, Genelia,” warned Kent, “They’re our allies now.”
“A dark dweller is a dweller of darkness. It is hardly a taunt,” said Genelia, pulling her pretty, though inhuman face, into a scowl. Her snow white eyebrows knotted and her pale lips, almost a light peach in color, pulled together into a pout.
“And the reason we live in the mines instead of on the streets,” reminded Kent with a sharp glare. Despite the similarities in their coloring, their features were far different up close, and you could see the nostrils flaring in his thin, straight nose.
“Yes, well, I for one, would love to see real light someday,” said Genelia, “Don’t worry yourself Lord Kent. I trust the dark dwellers, and respect their abilities, but it has been almost three years since I left this dratted hole. My own light is starting to fade.”
“We cannot leave, Genelia. We owe a duty to our people. It has been almost 300 years,” said Kent, his frustration in his eyes, as he kept his expression sober.
“Kent, do not do this to yourself!” exclaimed Genelia, “We are not even sure what happened that night! The Queen cast her spell, and everything went haywire.”
“But it was my great-grandfather’s duty to find her!” argued Kent, “And then my grandfather’s! Father died after finding the Knights of Light and Dark, but he at least accomplished something! If I don’t find the young Princess, we’re doomed!”
“If we do not find the young Princess, our children will,” replied Genelia evenly.
“What we? All that’s left among us are twenty-eight rebels. Time has worn us down. Even the few lucky ones who escape may never find our forces here. Even the rebels who were once lost are as good as dead, they would have found us if they could have,” said Kent bitterly.
“Because our mission was something we undertook in secrecy. Our families swore to leave the castle forever that day. The Queen agreed to it. Our great-grandparents agreed. We never realized that we’d lose so much time. As for the dead rebels who never made it, they exist, the must. Somewhere, perhaps, more rebels are searching for us, hiding and biding their time as well,” said Genelia quietly.
“Well, I’ve had enough of waiting! Enough of hiding! Each day we search for the Princess, he gets stronger! He rules over our people! He has perverted our nation! Devils run amok! Dragons rule our kind! And that’s all we can gather from the few rumors we get on this dratted isolated realm!” said Kent, moving away from the desk in frustration as he clenched his fists.
“You do not think I realize that, Lord Kent?” asked Genelia in an icy voice, “My great-grandmother’s entire family stayed behind. Cousins and family I’ll never meet, family I don’t know even still exists once he found out of the Queen’s betrayal. They are in those lands. You know I know what’s at stake. But we cannot go into the battle without hope and power. The Princess is the last sign of hope for our people. The last force capable of changing the outcome. They’ll never trust us if we don’t bring them something that says hope.”
“Not to mention the citizens of the Darkness will never ally with us if they feel subjugated to be ruled by a citizen of Light,” said Kent heavily, massaging his temples with his right hand.
“I’m glad your senses have not completely taken leave,” said Genelia, “I know you want to rescue the people, to restore your family’s honor and titles, but we cannot. We owe our duty to the Princess here. I stay here as her handmaiden, as my family has always served, and you stay as the representative from the noble houses of Light, and the general of the armies of Light.”
“Twenty-eight rebels combing an entire realm won’t be enough to find her,” said Kent tightly.
“It is all we have to trust,” said Genelia, “Besides, if she has finally arrived, her powers will begin to awaken when she reaches the first stage of adulthood. If that’s the case, then our people will sense her.”
“And if they do not, Genelia? Then what? Shall I become a failure like my grandfather and great-grandfather before me? Forever unable to live up to my father? Failing the people once again after the meager bit of hope they’d gotten upon the birth of the princess and the Queen's sacrifice?” asked Kent.
“If they do not, then they do not. We cannot will something to happen that was never meant to happen. We simply keep looking if it does not happen. Failure is not what it’s called, Lord Kent. I am certain you’ll live up to the title of General, and to the holdings of your father, but not like this. Not working yourself to death, pouring over maps that may not have any influence at all on the search. The people don’t even know what they are getting when she arrives. They only hear stray rumors and wild tales of whether we find her or not. Time tells them if it is true, or if it is lies,” reminded Genelia firmly.
“And that’s plenty of time to know I’ve failed,” said Kent soberly.
“Stop being stubborn, and get some rest,” said Genelia with a scowl, “As long as we never give up, Lord Kent, she shall appear to us, I know it.”
“Good night, then Genelia,” said Kent dismissively, as the woman turned to leave.
“Take my advice, Lord Kent,” warned Genelia as she headed to the door, “Good night.”
Kent watched her leave, saying nothing. Then he turned to his map, his finger lightly tracing the curves of Europe. Down he went to Africa, lingering for a bit on Madagascar, before moving back to America. His hand moved, pulling out three purple push-pins, and sticking them to the places he’d selected. Now the map was dotted with pins, a few in each continent. He looked at them for
some time, as though analyzing all the pins.
“May she reveal herself,” muttered Kent, “May it be soon.”
So, what do you guys think of the prologue??
200 years ago, Lord Byron married the Queen of Light on the Elfin Realm. In doing so, he took over the Light Elves, and became a tyrant with an unstoppable nature. Not long after, he gained control of the shaky alliance of the sworn enemies of Light, the Dark Elves. With no demise in sight, he began plotting to take over more, to gain control of the entire Universe.
Until, his own wife betrayed him. The Queen had been deeply in love with the Prince of Darkness, and shortly after his death, her own pregnancy came into play. She hid her betrayal until the child was born. From there, she risked her life to give the baby a chance to escape. To ensure her child had the best chance, she helped the small rebels alliance escape. They ended up scattered across the Realm of Elementals, where the planet Earth resides. They sealed themselves from the Universal Realms many years ago, and now, with the return of old magic, unnatural things are happening. With the rebels on the hunt for their lost Princess and allies, and unnatural magic awakening, will things ever turn out the same for the Elementals?
Prologue:
“You’re still up, Lord Kent?” asked Genelia, as she entered a small office.
It wasn’t much of an office, since it was an underground mine on the Realms of the Elementals, however, it certainly made do. The mine shaft was abandoned, and different rooms were carved into the tunnels, and doors were blocked off by odd things, like old curtains, cardboard, and even a few old doors. Old rock and dirt littered the floors. The walls were a dark grey, with hints of black and brown. Scratches and holes were pick-axes and drills hit were carved into the mine's walls. An old railroad track covered the floor. The wood of the track seemed to be rotting, with fungus splitting the wooden tracks open. Old carts used to excavate rocks lay along the sides of the mine shafts walls, on their sides or turned over. The wood in them wasn't as bad as the rail road, but the carts wheels were broken and the wood dented or chipped.
This current mine shaft should have possibly caved in due to the battering of the storms on the outside. To any outsider, the light seemed to trick the eye into not noticing it's existence. On the side of a mountain, it was rarely seen. Only the most adventurous trekkers would come by when the snow outside relented, and they’d be gone in minutes to find shelter. If any stumbled on the mines, they’d realize how warm it was on the inside, and wonder.
“Of course I am,” said Kent, standing over his desk, which was again, not much of a desk.
The desk in question was a fold-out table in the center of the room. An old blue cloth, frayed at the ends, was thrown over it to maintain some elegance. Papers were strewn across it as a lawn chair stood behind the man. The ‘office’ was otherwise empty, with only a few orbs of white light dancing around the room, illuminating everything in sight. You could make out the stone in the walls, and if one looked closely, they’d notice a dark light binding everything together.
“She will not appear out of mere hope, Lord Kent,” said Genelia, as she moved to his desk, walking with an elegance unsuited to a miner.
Both were creatures far too out of place within a mine. They looked very much alike with pale skin, almost the blank white of paper, with just a hint of pulsing blood in their skin. The hair of the man was a snowy white. For the woman, it was a very shiny platinum blonde, almost white. They had extremely light eyes, a very pale blue on the man, and a pale green for the woman. Their clothes were the only bits of color to them. Though, they like the people wearing them were again ill-suited to the mines.
The man dressed in a collared blue tunic, with a white robe over it. The robe had gold trim along the edges that was coming off at the ends, though it looked worn and faded, as though it had been worn many times. His pants were black and simple ordinary trousers. His hair was cut short, revealing long pointed ears rather than normal rounded ones of humans. He had a rather young face, though it was aged by wrinkles around his eyes and forehead, as though he’d worried himself into old age. The woman dressed in a light purple dress, which fell to the ground. It clung to her lithe body, and flowed slightly as she moved in small steps. Over the dress she wore a white apron that was slowly tattering away, with loose threads and tearing. The dress was sleeved and had white cuffs and a collar. Her long pale hair was tied up into a bun and revealing her own pointed ears. She had the look of matron or governess, despite her still young face.
“I have got to find her Genelia, I must,” said Kent in a dull response, as Genelia looked down at the map he was staring at.
“It is quite dark in here,” said Genelia, tutting as she lifted her hand. In her palm, a white orb began to grow. “Much better. You are starting to turn into a dark dweller, Lord Kent.”
“Mind your tongue, Genelia,” warned Kent, “They’re our allies now.”
“A dark dweller is a dweller of darkness. It is hardly a taunt,” said Genelia, pulling her pretty, though inhuman face, into a scowl. Her snow white eyebrows knotted and her pale lips, almost a light peach in color, pulled together into a pout.
“And the reason we live in the mines instead of on the streets,” reminded Kent with a sharp glare. Despite the similarities in their coloring, their features were far different up close, and you could see the nostrils flaring in his thin, straight nose.
“Yes, well, I for one, would love to see real light someday,” said Genelia, “Don’t worry yourself Lord Kent. I trust the dark dwellers, and respect their abilities, but it has been almost three years since I left this dratted hole. My own light is starting to fade.”
“We cannot leave, Genelia. We owe a duty to our people. It has been almost 300 years,” said Kent, his frustration in his eyes, as he kept his expression sober.
“Kent, do not do this to yourself!” exclaimed Genelia, “We are not even sure what happened that night! The Queen cast her spell, and everything went haywire.”
“But it was my great-grandfather’s duty to find her!” argued Kent, “And then my grandfather’s! Father died after finding the Knights of Light and Dark, but he at least accomplished something! If I don’t find the young Princess, we’re doomed!”
“If we do not find the young Princess, our children will,” replied Genelia evenly.
“What we? All that’s left among us are twenty-eight rebels. Time has worn us down. Even the few lucky ones who escape may never find our forces here. Even the rebels who were once lost are as good as dead, they would have found us if they could have,” said Kent bitterly.
“Because our mission was something we undertook in secrecy. Our families swore to leave the castle forever that day. The Queen agreed to it. Our great-grandparents agreed. We never realized that we’d lose so much time. As for the dead rebels who never made it, they exist, the must. Somewhere, perhaps, more rebels are searching for us, hiding and biding their time as well,” said Genelia quietly.
“Well, I’ve had enough of waiting! Enough of hiding! Each day we search for the Princess, he gets stronger! He rules over our people! He has perverted our nation! Devils run amok! Dragons rule our kind! And that’s all we can gather from the few rumors we get on this dratted isolated realm!” said Kent, moving away from the desk in frustration as he clenched his fists.
“You do not think I realize that, Lord Kent?” asked Genelia in an icy voice, “My great-grandmother’s entire family stayed behind. Cousins and family I’ll never meet, family I don’t know even still exists once he found out of the Queen’s betrayal. They are in those lands. You know I know what’s at stake. But we cannot go into the battle without hope and power. The Princess is the last sign of hope for our people. The last force capable of changing the outcome. They’ll never trust us if we don’t bring them something that says hope.”
“Not to mention the citizens of the Darkness will never ally with us if they feel subjugated to be ruled by a citizen of Light,” said Kent heavily, massaging his temples with his right hand.
“I’m glad your senses have not completely taken leave,” said Genelia, “I know you want to rescue the people, to restore your family’s honor and titles, but we cannot. We owe our duty to the Princess here. I stay here as her handmaiden, as my family has always served, and you stay as the representative from the noble houses of Light, and the general of the armies of Light.”
“Twenty-eight rebels combing an entire realm won’t be enough to find her,” said Kent tightly.
“It is all we have to trust,” said Genelia, “Besides, if she has finally arrived, her powers will begin to awaken when she reaches the first stage of adulthood. If that’s the case, then our people will sense her.”
“And if they do not, Genelia? Then what? Shall I become a failure like my grandfather and great-grandfather before me? Forever unable to live up to my father? Failing the people once again after the meager bit of hope they’d gotten upon the birth of the princess and the Queen's sacrifice?” asked Kent.
“If they do not, then they do not. We cannot will something to happen that was never meant to happen. We simply keep looking if it does not happen. Failure is not what it’s called, Lord Kent. I am certain you’ll live up to the title of General, and to the holdings of your father, but not like this. Not working yourself to death, pouring over maps that may not have any influence at all on the search. The people don’t even know what they are getting when she arrives. They only hear stray rumors and wild tales of whether we find her or not. Time tells them if it is true, or if it is lies,” reminded Genelia firmly.
“And that’s plenty of time to know I’ve failed,” said Kent soberly.
“Stop being stubborn, and get some rest,” said Genelia with a scowl, “As long as we never give up, Lord Kent, she shall appear to us, I know it.”
“Good night, then Genelia,” said Kent dismissively, as the woman turned to leave.
“Take my advice, Lord Kent,” warned Genelia as she headed to the door, “Good night.”
Kent watched her leave, saying nothing. Then he turned to his map, his finger lightly tracing the curves of Europe. Down he went to Africa, lingering for a bit on Madagascar, before moving back to America. His hand moved, pulling out three purple push-pins, and sticking them to the places he’d selected. Now the map was dotted with pins, a few in each continent. He looked at them for
some time, as though analyzing all the pins.
“May she reveal herself,” muttered Kent, “May it be soon.”
So, what do you guys think of the prologue??
