Thor_Doomhammer
God of Thunder
This is the prologue of my fantasy novel. The title is currently Hybrid; although this may change. Quick question on the title - does it sound too Scifi-y?
For those of you who have read any of the rest of my novel, this is indeed the same story, though it may seem completely different.
The prologue, short and sweet:
Inside his own private forest, the demon Kar’zul slept in human form. A breeze blew through the forest, hissing and whistling between the trees. Slowly, the sleeping demon was roused. He sat up, listening to the sounds of the breeze as though it were speaking to him. After a moment, his features lifted in surprise. He was needed.
The demon walked quickly through the trees until he came to the large meadow that marked the middle of the forest. The waters of the basin at the center shone with a radiant glow. Hunching over it, the demon spoke softly to the waters. Immediately they began to swirl and splash. They tossed and churned, gaining intensity, until finally a bright light flashed out from inside them and the waters settled again. Kar’zul leaned down, examining them closely, analyzing what they showed him.
Apparently finding what he had been looking for, he stood up straight, a dark look on his face.
Spreading his hands into the air beside him, he engulfed himself with the Chaos, once again giving him the physical appearance of his true self. His entire body blackened, becoming darker than the darkest night.
He grew to three times the height of his human form, and dark wings emerged from his back. His body became bulky and strong, and black horns revealed themselves from the top of his head. From his cheekbones, sharp things that looked like tusks appeared. Where his eyes had been moments before, bright orange flames erupted.
And lastly, his entire form was engulfed with the flames of the Chaos. To anyone unfamiliar with demons, it would have seemed as though his form had simply become ambiguous. The flames of the Chaos were pitch black.
His flaming eyes determined, he knelt down.
It was time.
For those of you who have read any of the rest of my novel, this is indeed the same story, though it may seem completely different.
The prologue, short and sweet:
Inside his own private forest, the demon Kar’zul slept in human form. A breeze blew through the forest, hissing and whistling between the trees. Slowly, the sleeping demon was roused. He sat up, listening to the sounds of the breeze as though it were speaking to him. After a moment, his features lifted in surprise. He was needed.
The demon walked quickly through the trees until he came to the large meadow that marked the middle of the forest. The waters of the basin at the center shone with a radiant glow. Hunching over it, the demon spoke softly to the waters. Immediately they began to swirl and splash. They tossed and churned, gaining intensity, until finally a bright light flashed out from inside them and the waters settled again. Kar’zul leaned down, examining them closely, analyzing what they showed him.
Apparently finding what he had been looking for, he stood up straight, a dark look on his face.
Spreading his hands into the air beside him, he engulfed himself with the Chaos, once again giving him the physical appearance of his true self. His entire body blackened, becoming darker than the darkest night.
He grew to three times the height of his human form, and dark wings emerged from his back. His body became bulky and strong, and black horns revealed themselves from the top of his head. From his cheekbones, sharp things that looked like tusks appeared. Where his eyes had been moments before, bright orange flames erupted.
And lastly, his entire form was engulfed with the flames of the Chaos. To anyone unfamiliar with demons, it would have seemed as though his form had simply become ambiguous. The flames of the Chaos were pitch black.
His flaming eyes determined, he knelt down.
It was time.
