Prologue

Elye suddenly felt as though he were falling. A gasp resounded somewhere in the dark and he caught himself, relieved that he could finally recognize the woman he loved as she stood in front of him.  He swiped at the tears on her cheek, but smeared blood instead. The pressure of the knife between them went lax.  It released the stop in his throat and let the air slide from his lungs. Her sobbing slowly grew further away from him as he lost track of the trees around him, and the warm trickle of blood through his fingers.  A warmth fell on his lips and he remembered wishing the shadowy clouds above them would pass.  But he soon thought better of it; it might rain.

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First attempt at a novel-length work. Wish me luck, ha!

Essentially, it's a medieval-epic-fantasy sort of thing. It's probably more like a soap-opera than anything else. I keep adding things, so no end in sight...

Marked mature for a few choice words.

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updated May 17 '11 by LCameron