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I'm doing to final rewrite in the opening of my fantasy trilogy and I'm curious, after this opening would you want to read it further or not? You may consider this part as some sort of prologue, however it will be titled as Chapter 1 because of a reason.
Crystal Shade: Angeni, Volume 1
“Thousands of stars could tell thousands of stories,” whispered the old man with a gentle smile. “I hope others also see the story of our beautiful star.”
Decades creased the countenance of the weary old man. He propped himself at the balcony, the silky wind ruffling his grey hair. His aged eyes never tired of the stars that pierced the infinite night sky. But despite the enchanting skyscape, his soul, which desired endless peace, was restless. He had one final promise he had made ages ago still unfulfilled; to share the past with those living in the present. A long held secret, a story to tell. Sorrow embraced him as he knew as the sun rose to greet a new day, one unheard story would pass along with him to vanish for eternity. And the time was close.
His sigh as soft as the night breeze, the old man pulled his robe tighter around him before he wandered away from the balcony. Slippered feet chafed against the cold stone floor as he shuffled to the middle of the large hall. Images of fighting angels and demons in the agony of their long forgotten war adorned the eleven immense columns surrounding a strange chrono device.
Thousands of energy orbs formed the mass of a majestic miniature galaxy under the tip of the long tapered crystal shard. Each star, a shiny orb, in this chrono device shined its story, its own truth on different color; sapphire, orange, red, green, and purple were just a few among countless other colors without a known name. Clear and bright, the shard hovered untethered over the middle of this tiny world like some large mystical sundial.
The little galaxy gracefully turned between the stalwart columns. It seemed so peaceful and magnificent, but its true purpose was hidden behind its enchanting mask. The shard’s polished surface mirrored the tired face of the old man who watched the device with endless respect. His eyes focused on the shadow of the sundial, which slowly crept around the crystal shard. The shadow didn’t come from the sun, which slept beyond the horizon as night stood silent sentry outside. It came from the shard itself. Even now, some of the orbs within the crystal’s untouchable dark shadow slowly changed color.
The old man closed his eyes for a moment. He was still in the hall, but his mind was far away in a forgotten world.
Majestic golden and silver colored eagle shaped crafts appeared in the bright blue sky to fly in formation under the brilliance of the sapphire sun; its eternal glow reflected from their metal bodies and sectioned wings. The crafts dove into battle against hideous dark flying creatures. Like dozens of sleek predatory birds, they fought against the evil web-winged enemies. Hunted down one by one, the metal bird craft were ripped to pieces and their wrecks left to explode in the hot white sands where another battle raged.
Among the white dunes, brave winged warriors, evil demons and humans in their shiny armor battled desperately with their crystal weapons to challenge death itself. The old man could still see the eyes of the fallen that knew they had no chance for survival, but were determined to die with courage for something that in they believed. Dignity filled their eyes, even in their last moments seeing the blade of death before it struck them down. But they never failed to bravely face their destiny.
This vision was banished by a bright flash, to be replaced by another. The old man stood in the middle of the crystal shard. Alone. Intense white light surrounded his body, young and healthy once more. An illusion of his blurred memory, he felt energy strings from the crystal tentatively run over his body and embraced him like a caring mother with her beloved child. He knew the energy strings would not harm him. His consciousness became one with the crystal. Alas, this was a long time ago, maybe in another life.Everything around him became a blur, and voices echoed in his mind as the crystal shard forced him to remember, to never forget.
A wise voice emerged with certainty. No one comes back from there alive, it declared.
That is my rightful place! shouted a distorted, chaotic voice. How dare you, puppet!
I’m sick of people dying because of you! This ends, not just for the next Crystal Shade! But forever! his own young voice shouted.
I will be with you. Always, whispered a kind female voice that flooded the old man with endless love, snapping him back to reality.
He sighed as he studied the crystal chrono device. One of the red orbs shaded by the crystal suddenly changed to azure. The shadow of the crystal was forced away from that area. The old man’s fond smile returned.
“You never rest, old friend. You never rest,” his soft voice addressed the crystal. “Our destiny ties us together. We will meet again. Soon.”
The light flicker of soft footsteps was accompanied by a stifled chuckle behind one of the columns. The old man’s head bowed slowly as he curiously approached the column, but his memories rushed to remember him again for the forgotten past.
In his mind, he was young again and stepped between the shadowed columns of a marvellous dark temple. Sapphire sun streamed in stripes through the stone balcony and window casements. The chuckling of a young woman, different what he heard moments ago, caught his attention. A dark silhouette of a woman passed between two columns. His eyes tried to follow it, but the friendly shadows hided her as she reached the pillar. Silence.
The brown eyes mirrored the slick rune-covered columns before they noticed the shadows of the woman at the corner of a pillar. He moved ahead in silence to catch her from behind; it was an age-old game they had played forever. But as he reached the woman’s still, dark silhouette, it dissolved in his arms as he tried to hold her.
Outwitted again, the old man hung his head as he found himself again in the reality, between the walls and columns of his little sanctuary. There was no hiding the loving smile that broke his heart anew. He did not want to remember. While most of his memories gave him happiness, some only caused pain. This was one of them.
The muffled chuckle of a child hit his ears once again. It came from behind the closest column.
“I got you,” the old man crowed as he looked behind the stone pillar. But no one was there.
“No! We got you!” a little girl shouted victoriously from behind him.
The old man raised his hands and slowly turned around, his loving smile stretched into a grin that only a grandfather could achieve. “I give up.”
The little girl and boy who tricked him stood right in front of him, grinning in merry conquest.
“You may consider yourself the prisoner of the Knight of the Light,” the young boy proclaimed, his wooden sword pointed at the old man’s belly.
“Oh, I’m too old to be a prisoner, young knight,” responded the old man.
The boy and the girl looked at each other, and then the girl stepped forward and crossed her arms.
“On behalf of Princess of the Celestials—just to make that clear, that’s me...” She pointed at herself proudly, “You may redeem yourself, prisoner. For a prize.” Then she could not stop impishly grinning up at the old man as he played along.
Amused, the old man shook his head and smiled. He recognized the girl’s behavior, and her mischievous smile, too. The little one had learned, rather, inherited this behavior from someone who meant everything to the old man.
“And what would that prize be, little Princess?” he asked with a curious glance at the child.
“Tell us a story,” the boy added with a grin not unlike his sister’s.
“A story?”
“Yes. A story about brave knights and be-a-utiful princesses,” the girl added in graceful majesty while she gestured slowly. This gesture was also so familiar to the old man.
“And war, where valiant heroes are born,” the boy added.
“Can you tell a story about her?” the girl asked wistfully. The young boy nodded his agreement.
Crystal Shade: Angeni, Volume 1
“Thousands of stars could tell thousands of stories,” whispered the old man with a gentle smile. “I hope others also see the story of our beautiful star.”
Decades creased the countenance of the weary old man. He propped himself at the balcony, the silky wind ruffling his grey hair. His aged eyes never tired of the stars that pierced the infinite night sky. But despite the enchanting skyscape, his soul, which desired endless peace, was restless. He had one final promise he had made ages ago still unfulfilled; to share the past with those living in the present. A long held secret, a story to tell. Sorrow embraced him as he knew as the sun rose to greet a new day, one unheard story would pass along with him to vanish for eternity. And the time was close.
His sigh as soft as the night breeze, the old man pulled his robe tighter around him before he wandered away from the balcony. Slippered feet chafed against the cold stone floor as he shuffled to the middle of the large hall. Images of fighting angels and demons in the agony of their long forgotten war adorned the eleven immense columns surrounding a strange chrono device.
Thousands of energy orbs formed the mass of a majestic miniature galaxy under the tip of the long tapered crystal shard. Each star, a shiny orb, in this chrono device shined its story, its own truth on different color; sapphire, orange, red, green, and purple were just a few among countless other colors without a known name. Clear and bright, the shard hovered untethered over the middle of this tiny world like some large mystical sundial.
The little galaxy gracefully turned between the stalwart columns. It seemed so peaceful and magnificent, but its true purpose was hidden behind its enchanting mask. The shard’s polished surface mirrored the tired face of the old man who watched the device with endless respect. His eyes focused on the shadow of the sundial, which slowly crept around the crystal shard. The shadow didn’t come from the sun, which slept beyond the horizon as night stood silent sentry outside. It came from the shard itself. Even now, some of the orbs within the crystal’s untouchable dark shadow slowly changed color.
The old man closed his eyes for a moment. He was still in the hall, but his mind was far away in a forgotten world.
Majestic golden and silver colored eagle shaped crafts appeared in the bright blue sky to fly in formation under the brilliance of the sapphire sun; its eternal glow reflected from their metal bodies and sectioned wings. The crafts dove into battle against hideous dark flying creatures. Like dozens of sleek predatory birds, they fought against the evil web-winged enemies. Hunted down one by one, the metal bird craft were ripped to pieces and their wrecks left to explode in the hot white sands where another battle raged.
Among the white dunes, brave winged warriors, evil demons and humans in their shiny armor battled desperately with their crystal weapons to challenge death itself. The old man could still see the eyes of the fallen that knew they had no chance for survival, but were determined to die with courage for something that in they believed. Dignity filled their eyes, even in their last moments seeing the blade of death before it struck them down. But they never failed to bravely face their destiny.
This vision was banished by a bright flash, to be replaced by another. The old man stood in the middle of the crystal shard. Alone. Intense white light surrounded his body, young and healthy once more. An illusion of his blurred memory, he felt energy strings from the crystal tentatively run over his body and embraced him like a caring mother with her beloved child. He knew the energy strings would not harm him. His consciousness became one with the crystal. Alas, this was a long time ago, maybe in another life.Everything around him became a blur, and voices echoed in his mind as the crystal shard forced him to remember, to never forget.
A wise voice emerged with certainty. No one comes back from there alive, it declared.
That is my rightful place! shouted a distorted, chaotic voice. How dare you, puppet!
I’m sick of people dying because of you! This ends, not just for the next Crystal Shade! But forever! his own young voice shouted.
I will be with you. Always, whispered a kind female voice that flooded the old man with endless love, snapping him back to reality.
He sighed as he studied the crystal chrono device. One of the red orbs shaded by the crystal suddenly changed to azure. The shadow of the crystal was forced away from that area. The old man’s fond smile returned.
“You never rest, old friend. You never rest,” his soft voice addressed the crystal. “Our destiny ties us together. We will meet again. Soon.”
The light flicker of soft footsteps was accompanied by a stifled chuckle behind one of the columns. The old man’s head bowed slowly as he curiously approached the column, but his memories rushed to remember him again for the forgotten past.
In his mind, he was young again and stepped between the shadowed columns of a marvellous dark temple. Sapphire sun streamed in stripes through the stone balcony and window casements. The chuckling of a young woman, different what he heard moments ago, caught his attention. A dark silhouette of a woman passed between two columns. His eyes tried to follow it, but the friendly shadows hided her as she reached the pillar. Silence.
The brown eyes mirrored the slick rune-covered columns before they noticed the shadows of the woman at the corner of a pillar. He moved ahead in silence to catch her from behind; it was an age-old game they had played forever. But as he reached the woman’s still, dark silhouette, it dissolved in his arms as he tried to hold her.
Outwitted again, the old man hung his head as he found himself again in the reality, between the walls and columns of his little sanctuary. There was no hiding the loving smile that broke his heart anew. He did not want to remember. While most of his memories gave him happiness, some only caused pain. This was one of them.
The muffled chuckle of a child hit his ears once again. It came from behind the closest column.
“I got you,” the old man crowed as he looked behind the stone pillar. But no one was there.
“No! We got you!” a little girl shouted victoriously from behind him.
The old man raised his hands and slowly turned around, his loving smile stretched into a grin that only a grandfather could achieve. “I give up.”
The little girl and boy who tricked him stood right in front of him, grinning in merry conquest.
“You may consider yourself the prisoner of the Knight of the Light,” the young boy proclaimed, his wooden sword pointed at the old man’s belly.
“Oh, I’m too old to be a prisoner, young knight,” responded the old man.
The boy and the girl looked at each other, and then the girl stepped forward and crossed her arms.
“On behalf of Princess of the Celestials—just to make that clear, that’s me...” She pointed at herself proudly, “You may redeem yourself, prisoner. For a prize.” Then she could not stop impishly grinning up at the old man as he played along.
Amused, the old man shook his head and smiled. He recognized the girl’s behavior, and her mischievous smile, too. The little one had learned, rather, inherited this behavior from someone who meant everything to the old man.
“And what would that prize be, little Princess?” he asked with a curious glance at the child.
“Tell us a story,” the boy added with a grin not unlike his sister’s.
“A story?”
“Yes. A story about brave knights and be-a-utiful princesses,” the girl added in graceful majesty while she gestured slowly. This gesture was also so familiar to the old man.
“And war, where valiant heroes are born,” the boy added.
“Can you tell a story about her?” the girl asked wistfully. The young boy nodded his agreement.
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