Alright...I just started writing this and I will admit...it\'s not perfect!!! But that\'s why I\'m posting it here, because I beleive that you will all give me a fair ammount of constructive critisism...my spelling right now isn\'t so great >.>
Anyway... I have the prologue done now and I intend to write more. I might even make a character based off of this later, I don\'t know yet... But I appreciate any help you can give me. ^.^ Thanks!
Hidden Within the Bones
The tale of two heroes…
Prolouge
Misery, It’s sort of a funny thing when you think about it. The rich people that believe they have it so nice, complain and claim they are miserable as soon as something even slightly goes wrong. Oh, their hair is messed up! I’m miserable, they would cry… They’re a few pennies short of a nice new shirt! I’m miserable, they would exclaim.
How is it, when thousands of people starve all the time, and even those people who should be the ones truly claiming they are miserable, are not miserable. They have no food, they have no clean water, they have nothing – and still we have people complaining because something so small is wrong with their lives…
The village of ashenvale, in the nation of Illaria, is an example of people who have all the right to claim to be miseralbe, and this town rests upon the open cliff face of the Cliffs of D’jor; a rather large and expansive range of mountains that spanned several hundred miles before reaching the Opal River. Ashenvale had a rather small population, supporting no more than two hundred people within it’s age worn walls that attempted to block the desert winds from decimating it’s people during the windy seasons, but it failed horribly as time had put holes large enough to shove cows through.
The people of Ashenvale live several hundred miles from the nearest city, or town that is capable of really providing for itself. Many of the things that Ashenvale has come from trade or from travelling merchants. Food is scare, as it is nearly impossible for them to grow anything in such a harsh desert climate, but the people have been able to cultivate little patches behind the walls and inside of buildings where they can grow only the most resilient of plants.
Livestock, for the people of Ashenvale, consists of a rather strange bird known as a Caliboo. Caliboo are large ostritch like birds that have the same coloring and many of the same features as a peacock. They account greatly for the meat supply of the people of Ashenvale.
These critters are kept penned outside of the walls where the people have built very resistant barns made from stone and what other materials they were able to procure. Keepers of the Caliboo are very important and this task is only given to very strong and very smart people.
Ashenvale, for a small town, has many things they are able to export for a fair price, this is the main source of their money and it allows them to easily get the food they cannot produce themselves. The traders of Ashenvale are often the eldest members, those who are at least capable of travelling and bartering in the main cities.
Ashenvale though, is not know for its resilience, but for a small group of people who live within its walls. This group is known as the bone priests. They are known to be prophets, fortune tellers, and are said to see the future very acurately.
The Bone Priests reside deep within the mountain caverns that can only truly be accessed through Ashenvale, and within their sanctuary, hidden in the giant labarynth that is used as the tomb for the Ashenvale dead, (hence the name Bone Priests) they keep their books of prophecies and fortunes.
Thousands come each year to Ashenvale to visit the priests, and some never leave. It is believed by outsiders that the Bone Priests capture and use them as sacrifices to maintain their powers, but in truth most of the people just die on the journey or are killed by thieves or bandits.
The Bone Priests number nearly twenty at their peak, and they only come from the town of Ashenvale. Outsiders that wish to become one of them must prove their worth, and so far none have ever done so as they do not have the spark of prophecy in them.
There was one prophecy of the Bone Priests that had worried them greatly; it had told them of a great invasion from a nation known as Ebor. These violent people would swarm down upon the people of Illaria and from then on, a war would rage for many years and eventually the people of Illaria would fail… that is unless their hero arrises.
This hero is said to be a man that few knew, one of lowly status and of a menial life. According to the prophecy he will arise quickly and soon thousands will hunt him, and he will be forced to take refuge. When he does, he will meet a girl, a girl of prophecy and she will help him and guide him until the day when he must make a choice.
This choice will either plunge the free world into darkness, or save them all – the fate of a world lies in the hands of one man, not something that anyone really wants to hear…
Woot! That was like...really short. But I beleive it\'s a good opener to my story...sets the tone a bit. >.>