Natural Forces: The Twilight Talisman ~Prologue: A World Rewritten~
Posted April 6th, 2013 by SilverMoon
Yes, at long last, I am finally posting something legit of The Twilight Talisman! I know, I've kept you waiting for, oh... 5 months, 2 weeks, and 2 days. I've probably lost a lot of followers already... it took me a while to get the 2000 something words of the original chapter 1, and then I got seriously writers-blocked on that, and then I began writing the new chapter one, and just recently I decided to write a prologue. So, without further ado...
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I present to you...
An undeniably short yet hopefully interesting piece of writing...
THE TWILIGHT TALISMAN'S PROLOOOOOOOOOGUE!
A World Rewritten
What is known about the world is accumulated over every generation, and every significant fact discovered is recorded for the rest of the world to remember; however, a vast part of the world is hidden, visible only to those with the control of Natural Forces: the underlying world of powers. If this other side to the world was discovered by the general population, a rewriting of the world would be greatly needed.
The altered world-texts would be something of this sort:
Everyone has the Natural Forces somewhere deep inside, completely unaware of this great power within. Some, plucked by destiny unsystematically from the mix, are shoved out the door of a normal life and out into the world of the Naturals.
Eventually, they stumble across one of many sanctuaries/training camps/schools placed around the world, composed of all sorts of people, and there they learn about the Forces. Each and every Natural learns about the maelstrom of power inside of them, and how to penetrate it. Once penetrated, a single power is unlocked out of countless Natural Forces, depending on what is seen by these Forces to be right for that particular person, and with each passing day they learn to harness that energy.
Of course, at age seven, Sanna Sable didn’t understand this. As she huddled under threadbare blankets at the end of a cold, dark, empty alleyway, trying to get warm as the hour approached midnight, the only thought on her mind was, why me?
The fact that maybe life’s path of adversity might lead to something better was in all ways incomprehensible to her adolescent mind. Trying to sleep, she could only wallow in misery, her innocent aventurine eyes having seen far too much.
These eyes stayed wide open for the duration of the night, and nowhere in her mind could she predict that the rewriting of her world was soon to take place.
Three years later, just as the dawn began to chase the dark away, a girl crouched at the edge of a field. She was lean and muscular, and could be recognized as the older image of the girl in the alley, but all fear and vulnerability on her features had disappeared. Her eyes were as hard as the rock of their color, and she lifted her face to the dawn challengingly, like she was ready to take on anything it could throw at her, as her reddish-brown hair swayed in the wind. Yet, behind all veils of toughness, she held an air of humor about her, implying that in better times, she could come across as a joker.
Tall grasses of various colors rippled in the early-morning breeze, and trees were strewn across the field. Birdsong highlighted the coming of morn, and the soft light played across Sanna’s face as she stared warily around, watching for any other people.
She was entering her fourth year on the run, and had been to maybe twelve group homes already. Sanna enjoyed her solitude and preferred to avoid other people, especially other people that wanted to send her to large facilities filled with other runaways and orphans.
The girl didn’t notice the weak red-violet aura approaching her from behind until it was too late.
A twilight-like darkness overcame Sanna, and an uncontrollable feeling of terror filled her mind. It seemed to be tugging at her essence, urging her to listen to it; Sanna resisted, and with a yell she was able to detach from the aura, finding herself ten or so yards away from where she had been. The sensation and the reddish-purple aura that carried it had disappeared.
It was official: the rewriting had begun.
This prologue was 616 words and a little more than two pages. I'm excited; now I can continue my PJatO fanfic Unraveling Secrets, then write more of this, and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It looks like I've finally overcome my Writer's Castle Wall. :)
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