Okay guys, after writing a bit about writing, and putting a short story up, I’m going to take the next step. I wrote a prologue for a book Idea and am rather pleased with it. I let a friend read it and she was intrigued by it. So, I’m going to put the prologue on here and let you guys read it. Please, leave a comment and tell me what you think. Does it sound like something you’d want to keep reading?
Breakers. That was the name they gave to us, before they died. Those who Broke. We shattered treaties, trust, faith, and loyalty, we shattered the very foundations of both our peoples. That was our fate, the one we chose for ourselves, in our arrogance. We thought we were destined to greatness, to become the rulers of an empire greater than any before. And so we were. We rule an empire, a nation of vast borders, ever expanding, but an empire built upon the bones of our friends.
They helped us, the Broken did, helped us when no-one else would, helped us, even though the helping drove them to their knees. They stood beside us, fought beside us, died beside us. Their warriors died for our children, burned in sorcerous flame and torn apart by merciless swords. We asked for their lives and they gave them willingly, all in the name of friendship.
Ah, how I wish we had done otherwise. The tears on my face, they are for myself, wept in the shame of my companions. It was their failing, now become mine, for I said nothing against them, a failing that caused the death of a noble people. What pride we had, so adamant in our surety of our destiny, that we would destroy those who saved us.
But it is a wrong that can be righted, a wrong that must be righted, else our souls will never know peace. I am the last, the last of the five, the Right Hand of the Emperor, still serving a long dead lord. The others, dead in battle, striving to right the wrong they had done, charging me with the duty we all placed on ourselves. Centuries were needed, before we saw, one by one, the evil of our actions. Centuries of conquest, expansion, the building of a dread empire. But we saw, long though it took, and we have done our best.
I am the last, so old that I am very nearly a lord in Time, leading an army the like of which this ancient world has never before seen. An army, raised to right a wrong committed centuries ago, but a wrong still so close to us that we can halt the wicked blow before it is struck. A vast company of legions marching, all marching into an oblivion which we desire so much.