Okay, so I got some votes and I decided that I should post my story. Plus... I was bored, so I decided to post it up for the sake of something to do. However, there is one problem with my story, there are no indentations, so It's kinda hard to tell one paragraph from the next. But anyway, here are the three, Yes three prologues.
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First Encounter I
A young boy, at the age of ten, woke up from his slumber. He had actually been sleeping due to a spell for his own protection. But he didn’t know that. He yawned, He had a strange recollection of two friends, there names were... Dimitrius... and... Keri. He sat up and yawned, rubbing his newly opened eyes. His hands fell from his eyes and fell upon something hanging around his neck. He pulled it up. It was an orange amulet with one round end, but the other end was jagged, as if broken off of something, but he heeded it no mind.
He stood up and looked at his surroundings. He realized that he was on something that looked to him like straw and mud. He walked forward towards an edge and looked down, seeing a dirt path ten to fifteen feet below him. He jumped down, a fall that would break an ordinary person’s leg, but it didn’t. He looked around, he was in a village square! Small huts with thatched roofs were set up in a giant square, along with some larger ones that were bakeries, candle shops, and more. People walked in and out of stores, before quickly coming out again, paying this small boy no mind whatsoever. A hint of movement in the sky caught his attention. He looked up, shielding his eyes from the suns rays by putting his hand to his brow. Powered by curiosity, he chased the object in the direction it was headed. He soon found himself staring at a well on the outskirts of the village. He looked up, the falling object was headed directly for the well! He backed up, in case the object didn’t go into the well. The object crashed through the small roof, which prevented rainwater from contaminating the ground water, which was fed by an underground river, into the bucket and continued down, with the bucket. The boy stared at the well, and reached for the rope. He pulled up the bucket along with a bucketful of water. He dumped out the water and a small, orange amulet clunked to the ground. He picked it up, on side was smooth, the other half was jagged, as if it had been ripped off of something. He had an idea. He took off the amulet and held the jagged ends of both of them together. They would fit perfectly, so he put them together, and nd a beam of light sent down the crack, and the amulet became one.
“Whoa!” he cried in astonishment.
Just then, it was as if someone took a knife and tore open the very fabric of air. An old man with neat gray hair, a flowing robe, three fingers, and a scythe stepped through the portal.
“Give me that!” he cried and snatched the amulet from the boy’s hands.
The boy said the only thing that a ten year old could.
“Hey!” he shouted and tried to take the jewel back.
“This magical artifact, belongs to a warrior named Nathan, and should not be handled in the hands of a child!” Thundered the thief.
“But-!” started the boy.
The man payed no heed and stepped through the portal. Soon all ws the same.
“My name is Nathan,” finished the boy.
First Encounter II
A young, poor boy was standing in his small house with his father. There was a pounding on the door.
“Open Up! This is the police! We’ve come for the treasure you stole! Open up!” came the cry.
The father in the house grabbed his son’s hand. And pulled him down into the cellar where there was a large wardrobe. He opened it up and parted the clothes.
“Craig, I want you to stay here, do you understand?” said the father urgently.
“Yes,” replied Craig.
“Good, no matter what happens, stay here- no matter what. I want you to be safe, hiding here is the only way.”
Craig went into the wardrobe and leaned against the far wall. His father closed the door. As it was closing, Craig said:
“I promise.”
He heard his father climb up the stairs noisily and open the door. He heard him say something cheerfully to the officers, a crack, a scream, and then interrogation about the treasure. He heard them whipping him more and more to barbarically get the answer out of him. Finally he heard a sound he will never forget, his father screaming one more time then yelling:
“It’s under the front step!”
There was more cracks of the whip, a pounding of a nail through wood, then silence. Craig counted to one hundred then cautiously made his way up the stairs to his house. There he found his father, dead, with viscous whip marks on his back through his clothes, which were torn. There was a note nailed to the wall, Craig ripped it off the nail, it stated:
Addressing whomever visits this house,
The owner of this household has been beaten and disciplined to punish him for his crime of stealing treasure from the Empire. Unfortunately, he died during his interrogation.
Signed the Captain of police,
Kermon Honderburg.
Craig crumpled the letter in his hand. Died during the interrogation? They whipped his father after they got the information! Kermon would pay for this, and so would the rest of the Empire. They would rue the day they killed his father, and stepped foot into his house!
Craig walked outside to his wooden front step, which had been savagely torn open. The police had idioctally unnoticed the hinges on the side closet to the house! He examined the empty space and noticed a small amulet they had left behind. He picked it up, and it started to glow brightly. Craig was taken by surprise and dropped it, and it abruptly stopped glowing.
Someone wearing a brown robe ran through the street, scooped up the amulet, and kept running.
“Hey!” called Craig, but the thief had already ran down the street into a cathedral.
First Encounter III
A small boy, at the age of ten, was laying on a chair in his small house, bored. So he decided to take a search through his attic. He walked up the dusty stairs and found himself in a rather large space filled with large trunks and boxes. He began rummaging through some of the boxes, trying to find something to amuse himself with, but actually got entertained by searching for the items!
In the end he found an old book of spells, an odd looking ball, a silver ring (which he put on his finger but was far too big,), a chain, a lot of clothes, and a portrait of some uncle of his he had never heard of. He put the ring on the chain and wore it as a necklace. He looked inside a trunk he was searching through and noticed something that he had missed. It was a small box with a moon and some stars on it that had a latch. He opened the latch and small a parcel with a string and paper rapped around it. He pulled the string of and took off the paper, surprised to find an amulet. He picked it up and it began to glow! He dropped it suddenly and it stopped glowing.
“Jordan!” came a yell, surprising Jordan making him jump.
“Dad!” cried Jordan in surprise.
“What are you doing up here? Don’t go rummaging through things that aren’t yours!” as he spoke he picked up the amulet, stuffed it back into the box, threw it in the trunk, and slammed the trunk shut.
“Don’t ever let me catch you up here again!” shouted Jordan’ s father.
“Yes, sir,” said Jordan weakly, not sure why his father was so upset.
He began to walk down the stairs, but not without taking one last look at the trunk where magic was waiting.
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