And so it begins . . . . . .

The only thing moving in the vastness of the high edged mountains is a dark figure that rides on a snarling dire wolf. The area is a barren place, dead of trees; the wind whispers among the rocks, as the sudden roar of a dragon flies high above causing a avalanche at a nearby mountain. The beast struggles to reach an immense snow covered black wall. Sharp edged engraved symbols adorn the cave, which is partially camouflaged by a thinly sheeted waterfall.

The black wrapped figure cowls against the chill winds urging his beast to press forward through the freezing snow storm. It only scowls and retaliates before falling on its stomach exhaling its last breath. Without concern he gets off it and walks inside the cave unaffected by the brief icy water dripping down his hood. Inside the cave, he continues to follow the tunnel that rapidly descends deeper into the mountain. Hollows of blue glowing stalagmite lay in the shadows where the rock walls meet boulder strewn floors adding to the difficulties to move ahead. Eventually he stops at an ancient statue that blocks his way. It suddenly moves raising its scimitars towards its newcomer.

“Sanaaalikonum,” whispers the dark figure as the stone guardians lowers its weapons and moves to the side. The mysterious figure walks pass the guardian quickly before it blocks the caves entrance once again.

The dark figure descends deeper into the cave as his thoughts trouble him. His recent actions had contributed to a major shift in the lands, which will begin a mass war between surface dwellers and the underworld. He knows that the time has come where only the strongest will survive the turmoil’s of destruction and death. It will not be long when life as one knows it will be changed dramatically in favor for an ancient civilization that has waited patiently to dominate the surface.

There will be a time when life will end to all those who have despised his race, yet although his actions give him an unusual guilty conscience. He knows that his race is violent and aggressive by nature, yet he feels oddly different then his people’s natural characteristics. Why does he feel guilty of his actions? Why does he rather seek for a peaceful resolution between the surface dwellers and his race? Why does he get disgusted with the world he grew up in and the creatures that live in it? He shakes his head from such weak thoughts and continues to descend deeper down a tunnel. He knows his attitude must change quickly to survive the evil dwellings of his world as he finally reaches a new opening.

His mind shifts as he smells the foul stench of the first underworld victims. He slowly unsheathes his glowing scimitar entering a den of hobgoblins gathered together to feast on the remains of a once elderly weak hobgoblin. It is a traditional practice of their kind to remind themselves to never tolerate the weak. With disgust the dark figure dashes quickly at the vile creatures slashing their necks. He watches as they hold their throats shocked at the sudden attack gurgling and drowning in their blood. They eventually slump over as the dark figure then turns and descends deeper down the tunnel. He walks past them unconcerned. There will be at least another dozen of these weak creatures to slaughter before he makes it back to his home. Hopefully one will be closer to his home so he can feed it to his pet basilisk. His journey has been interesting as he sheathes his weapon and moves rapidly. He knows his master awaits him wanting to know how successful his adventure has been. The time will be soon when his race will once again roam the surface lands like they did thousands of years ago.

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Pretty good.It reminds me alot of the Forgotten Realms novels featuring Drizzt Do'Urden (the Dark Elf).

it!!

You're very talented

I have read (and enjoyed) all of the same fantasy authors as you.

thank you so much for the compliments. It really encourages me to write more. Thank you again!

I give it a 3, because like a lot of the RPG based fantasy I've read, the characters are built in such a way that you don't really care about them. The images are good, but I want to, WANT TO KNOW, what happens to the characters. I want know on some level I connect with them. Develop the flaws and quirks that make us real and not 2 dimensional.

I really appreciate your input for it helps me work on the prologue more trying to get it in better shape.