Rise of the Beasts – Prologue

For those of you who are confused as to why there is no photo for this post, here’s the reason. I’ve decided instead of creating a new blog to keep up, and because I also want to share this story with others, that I’d just post it on here. I may incorporate photos with the story as it progresses or I might just post it bit by bit.

A bit earlier than planned but after reading what I had already done, I didn’t think anything needed to be done. This is probably the 3rd or 4th draft to the prologue of the story. I read my initial one and was a bit disappointed until I read this and was much happier. I know everyone has a different taste in what they like to read so a warning for those of you who aren’t much into fictional stories with fictional beings. I know it’s probably not as good as George R.R. Martin or Brandon Sanderson, but it is better that some other books I have read. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Thanks!

Disclaimer:
This story is written with only adults in mind. While not all chapters will contain content that is not suitable for children I strongly advise to be careful when reading this. This should go without saying but any and all writings on this blog are under copyright by law and belong to only to me. No one has any permission to copy or distribute the text on this belong without my sole permission. You do however have my permission to reblog this if you want. All characters in this story are fictional and do not portray anyone.

Now for the start of the story:

Table of Contents
Chapter 1

Prologue

As the beast stood on the hill he howled into the night with his brothers and sisters. The moon glistened off the edge of the blood stained blade that he held in his hand. Sweat with determination rolled down his face as he thought of the fate that was near. He should have never done what he had done, thought the beast. Now he must pay. All he could feel in his heart was pain and hatred. Pain that filled him deeper than anything he had ever felt in his life. His hand tightened around the handle of the blade, the blade that would avenge his pain. No one could stop him, for he was destined to do what he wanted to tonight no matter what was in his way.

“Tonight is the night that we must fight to the death,” the beast said to his siblings. “We must avenge everything they have caused us.” He did not speak with words, but with images and feelings in his mind that went through all the minds of his brother’s and sister’s.

Of the beasts, he was the only one that could stand on two legs. He felt as an equal even though they looked at him as a king. The females fought alongside the males as though there was no difference between them. For an instant he stood there looking at the moon. He glimpsed his past and soon they were off. His feet were pounding against the grass and dirt. Wind was blowing through his hair. Hundreds of thousands of beasts were to the left and right of him as well as behind him. He finally felt the thrill of what it was like to lead an army to battle.

He wasn’t always like this. There was once a time that he wasn’t a beast at all. He was once a gentle man. He grew up with no sign of becoming the beast he was. No one could exactly tell how this came or why such a thing would even happen. Though the thought was there deep within everyone’s mind, no one could explain exactly how everything happened.

Now we’ll go back to where it all started, where the story began. On this day, there was a new life with the birth of a baby boy. This new life would bring change to this world. Deep in the valley, on the outskirts of the Banacian Forest, in a small village by the name of Belasia, in the Nation of Laditha, a baby boy was born and given the name of Rakkel Ch’terin. He was named after his great grandfather who looked identical to him when he was born. Some say he was a strange child, one that should have never been born. Many believed that this day was a bad day, a very bad day indeed, for he is the one that will change many lives, including his own. His parents did not believe so. In fact, they were quite happy that they had a baby boy now.

The parents made a trip to the wizard, Haraith Jh’tulishul, who lived in the Mountains of Etalier to the east of the village. Everyone always visited the wizard when they had a baby. He always knew what was to become of the people when they were born; whether they would be famous, or if they would live a boring life, or if they would die early or live long. They made the journey through the forest, deeper and deeper until they made it to the mountains. When they finally made it to the wizard they asked him what he thought of their child.

“He is destined to become something great,” Haraith said, “and something evil!” He wasn’t really sure what to think. So many things were brought to his mind when he laid his hands on this child. Some visions were battles of dragons and giant wolves with fur blacker than the darkest night and eyes that glowed many hues of red and yellow. The vision that scared him the most was the one with a man that looked almost like one of the wolves, but his eyes were glowing blue. “I fear that he will live a short life. Not too short, but shorter than what you would hope for,” the wizard finished. He would not say any more no matter how much the parents questioned him.

The parents didn’t know what to think. They wondered if they brought him up carefully then the wizard would be wrong and their child would never turn out to be something evil. What could he be that was evil? Of course they never told anyone about this. No one ever mentioned what the wizard said. It was always kept a secret among the parents of the child. For if anyone ever found out then they would want to be rid of this child.

Over the years they kept it a secret and told no one. They watched him grow waiting to see what would happen. They waited to see what he would be that would make him great, but dreaded the day that he would be something that was evil. Nothing in him led them to believe that he would be evil one day. They thought the wizard lied, that he didn’t know the truth. All they could do was hope. Hope that the day that he was to turn evil would never come.

The town that this child grew up in was a small village of sorts. It has gone unnoticed for many centuries. Mainly because of its location, not many people wanted to travel in those parts. To the west lay the prosperous town of Kalak and the port town of Eltzin. The Shaia Ocean ran along the coast to the west of the towns and brought many goods to them. No one in Belasia really knew what was to the east of the Mountains of Etalier. They only heard stories from the peddlers and merchants that went through. One day the boy from Belasia would venture out and find out what was beyond these mountains. Many people will remember that day; that day will be the beginning of a new adventure that will become a great legend. Or an evil one, whichever way a person may look at it.

To the east of Belasia lay the capitol of the Nation of Laditha, Hatesia. This is the biggest city in the nation. It also holds the largest dragon army. There were a few other dragon armies in some of the other cities. Quator, Lisadar, and Aljan are the only other cities that hold dragon armies. Small as those armies are, no one wanted to fight against dragons unless need be. Their fierce strong claws could rip a man into shreds with or without armor and the fire that came from within their stomachs were said to burn hot enough to melt the steel right into a man’s flesh.

To the north of Belasia lay the Khawan Mountains. These mountains spread across the land from the Shaia Ocean to the Sundim Ocean which lay to the far east of the lands. There is a pass in the middle of the Khawan Mountains where one could cross over from the Nation of Laditha to the Nation of Surutem. Not many people were willing to make this pass, for the Nation of Surutem was forever covered in winter snow that never melted. It is said no one returned once they crossed through the pass. Because of the harsh cold, or some vile creatures that lived beyond those mountains, no one was really sure.

There are many other nations and many islands that are spread throughout the world. All the other nations and islands have many stories to tell. The nation of Surutem and the Nation of Laditha may not have as important of a story to tell as other nations might, but this is the story that will be told, for it is a story that will change the lives of many people.

 

Chapter 1

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That’s it for the end of the prologue. In MS Word it is about 2.5 pages long. The length of my chapters are about 5-8 pages long so they are a bit of reading. What I think I’ll do then is if enough people like it and want it to continue then I’ll post a couple pages a week or split a chapter to post throughout the month. Then this should give me some motivation to continue writing more of the story if people want to know what happens. I won’t give away any spoilers but I may post a little back story or some detail about the characters here and there.