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Here is just a few lines of the Prologue to a story/book I am writing just for fun:
It was dark and the skies looked like the deepest pits of hell. In the city Gerodian no man or woman was out, no children were playing in the streets. The streets were silence, just like it was sleeping. All you could hear was the creaking sound of the houses. Suddenly out of nowhere a man came down from the skies. He was tall and muscular; his hair was long, black colored. He wore a black robe, and it looked like he hid something under it. The sound of his big footsteps echoed through the streets. No one else, except a woman trying to find cover for the rain, was outside in the street, but the man just kept on going. Suddenly, out of nowhere, came the thundering sound of lightning. The storm had begun.
Inside the Castle, king Fertol and his men were having a quit odd conversation. “The time of his return is near my lord!” said Grothara, captain of the Royal army, “We should be preparing for the return of Gor’tikal.” The king made a sound of anger mixed with irritation. “He will not return! We threw him down into the burning pits of Mt. Rakrotrash.” The king’s voice was now even more positive that Gor’tikal wouldn’t come back, “And if he did come back. We would be available to stop him once again.” Lord Carovel answered the king, “But my king, you are not as young as you once were. Gor’tikal has been in the pits for over 25 years now, and the activities of the Gortaraks (these creatures are the Servants of Gor’tikal) have drastically increased the past two years!” Out of nowhere came a sound of sword shattering. The sound was as clear as it could be. The guards were dead. The men took up their weapons, making ready to fight. They heard the sound of something smashing against the door.
The strange man had made a turn towards the War Academy. From behind you could clearly see that he was hiding something behind his robe. The rain had started to fall; the drops were as cold as water in the winter. The man felt a strange feeling in his back as a rain drop hit his neck. His back started shivering, because of the cold rain. “Hold! Who are thee, stranger!?” the guard looked at the man with eyes as dark as the night sky. “I am the one your masters are waiting for.” Answered the man, his voice was as deep as a man’s voice could become. “And tell them that I have what they were expecting.” The guard started running towards the Academy’s main entrance. He stopped, and said what the stranger had said to the messenger at the door. “You may enter, but be careful. The Academy has become a dangerous place since the last attack.” The man got a shock as the smell of blood hit him at the entrance. “I smell Blood! Someone or something is bleeding! It comes from over there!” The man pointed towards the kitchen. The guard replied with these words: “The dinner of today was meatloaf. That’s why you smell Blood. And the masters are awaiting you at the top floor.”
Meanwhile, in the king’s castle.
*Clash* The swords were shattering against each other, the attack was totally unexpected. Fertol lifted up his sword and swung it at the opponent. So far had 20 of the enemy’s men died, and only 2 of the Knights. The royal guards had come to aid the King and the Knights in the fight against the attacking Karkans.
It was dark and the skies looked like the deepest pits of hell. In the city Gerodian no man or woman was out, no children were playing in the streets. The streets were silence, just like it was sleeping. All you could hear was the creaking sound of the houses. Suddenly out of nowhere a man came down from the skies. He was tall and muscular; his hair was long, black colored. He wore a black robe, and it looked like he hid something under it. The sound of his big footsteps echoed through the streets. No one else, except a woman trying to find cover for the rain, was outside in the street, but the man just kept on going. Suddenly, out of nowhere, came the thundering sound of lightning. The storm had begun.
Inside the Castle, king Fertol and his men were having a quit odd conversation. “The time of his return is near my lord!” said Grothara, captain of the Royal army, “We should be preparing for the return of Gor’tikal.” The king made a sound of anger mixed with irritation. “He will not return! We threw him down into the burning pits of Mt. Rakrotrash.” The king’s voice was now even more positive that Gor’tikal wouldn’t come back, “And if he did come back. We would be available to stop him once again.” Lord Carovel answered the king, “But my king, you are not as young as you once were. Gor’tikal has been in the pits for over 25 years now, and the activities of the Gortaraks (these creatures are the Servants of Gor’tikal) have drastically increased the past two years!” Out of nowhere came a sound of sword shattering. The sound was as clear as it could be. The guards were dead. The men took up their weapons, making ready to fight. They heard the sound of something smashing against the door.
The strange man had made a turn towards the War Academy. From behind you could clearly see that he was hiding something behind his robe. The rain had started to fall; the drops were as cold as water in the winter. The man felt a strange feeling in his back as a rain drop hit his neck. His back started shivering, because of the cold rain. “Hold! Who are thee, stranger!?” the guard looked at the man with eyes as dark as the night sky. “I am the one your masters are waiting for.” Answered the man, his voice was as deep as a man’s voice could become. “And tell them that I have what they were expecting.” The guard started running towards the Academy’s main entrance. He stopped, and said what the stranger had said to the messenger at the door. “You may enter, but be careful. The Academy has become a dangerous place since the last attack.” The man got a shock as the smell of blood hit him at the entrance. “I smell Blood! Someone or something is bleeding! It comes from over there!” The man pointed towards the kitchen. The guard replied with these words: “The dinner of today was meatloaf. That’s why you smell Blood. And the masters are awaiting you at the top floor.”
Meanwhile, in the king’s castle.
*Clash* The swords were shattering against each other, the attack was totally unexpected. Fertol lifted up his sword and swung it at the opponent. So far had 20 of the enemy’s men died, and only 2 of the Knights. The royal guards had come to aid the King and the Knights in the fight against the attacking Karkans.
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I'm just messing with you, although I wouldn't go parading around in public shouting that, hehe... but that's good it means what your writing is believable (to you at least).
