Post by Yuliya on Jun 24, 2009 22:07:48 GMT -5
This is the prologue to the first book in my Elementals series, Fire, Air, Earth, and Water:
A tall man with leathery skin padded gently on the springy grass of the large valley. He concentrated, trying to block away his mind from the troubles of every living being. He had dark tan skin, and dark wavy hair to his shoulders, but the most extraordinary thing about him were his eyes. They were pure black, with a mysterious glassy sheen. Plagued inside of them was the future, which his keen mind couldn’t see.
Up above, the air sliced away for the metallic bird that glided in a downward slope to the man below. It was a golden eagle, with the same black eyes. The man held out his hand for the bird to land on.
“What is it?” he asked the eagle, noticing the irritation of it. The bird clacked its beak and cooed lightly, in contrast with its ferocious aura.
“No…it can’t be…Zoloto, my friend.” But Zoloto, the golden eagle nodded. Terror swept through the man’s eyes, incasing them in a fear he didn’t understand.
Without warning, a glowing light erupted a short distance from him, sparkling green as an uncanny transformation swept over it. A tree grew straight from the earth, growing hundreds of feet tall within moments.
“Show yourself! Mistress of mayhem!” Within an instant, it all disappeared, and in its place was a young woman, covered in the same eerie glow of green. The entire picture of her was fuzzy, as if in a dream, for she seemed to fade in an out. The color of her skin, and of her hair was constantly changing. The only thing that remained the same was her piercing green eyes, shining like a gem in the ocean.
“You got the message?” she laughed playful in a song-like tone, flipping her hand. Four animals emerged from the air to stand by her side, but they didn’t have the same dream-like quality of her. The pale horse, the wolf, the elk, and the black cat all were very real.
“You can’t be serious,” the man hissed, eyeing the animals warily.
“Well I am!” she snapped, the wind picking up around her, and plants dying at her feet.
“Do you know how soon?” he asked, deadly serious in his words.
“All I know is that I don’t have enough time. They’ll barely be of age, if even that.” She flipped her hand again to summon the animals forward. Her eyes swept over them carefully, and then she plunged her hand into the chest of the elk, fingers penetrating his thick hide. She drew out something misty and translucent.
“Zemlia,” she whispered, and the mist turned into a dark brown. She blew her breath onto it and it sailed away, through the air and away.
Then her hands went into the cat, and as before, she drew a mist.
“Voda,” she said to it, and it turned blue and floated away.
Her hand penetrated the pelt of the wolf, and drew yet again, the mist.
“Vohon.” It turned a red-orange, and took off through the air.
She finally turned to the wind-colored mare, and with a gentle look in her eye, plunged her hands into its chest.
“Povitria,” she murmured. In her hands, the mist turned transparent, and flew daintily away.
“You can’t expect that to solve all your problems,” the man spat, frowning through the whole event.
“You are not even the slightest bit pleased that I have chosen you to be the witness of this. This has not happened for over a billion years and will never likely happen again!” she shouted, anger flashing through her eyes.
“You are nothing more than a child, with the world as your toy,” he said, black eyes glaring down on her.
“I can grant you anything you want,” she said silkily, looking up at him with admiration.
“You’re affections are lost on me,” he said as she drew herself closer, but she stepped back the moment he said that, rage showing in the red flash of her eyes.
“Times are changing! One day you shall thank me for this…”
“I look forward to that,” he said with a nod of his head. She sneered at him and snapped her fingers above her head, causing herself and her animals to disappear.
“Children on the elements,” he said slowly, his golden eagle on his shoulder, “a great burden has been put upon your shoulder, never to become undone. Forgive me for I could not stop her, even if I tried.”
And in different parts of the world, within a year, four children were born.
I am having major issues with it because it is the worst prologue ever, and I can't come up with ways to be more descriptive. Plus, I want to imply more that the woman has an unrequited love for the man...but I am totally lost.
