‘A Monarch’s Gamble’ – Prologue

“The city was in chaos. Innocent people running down the streets in their undergarments, faces lined with blood, broken arms flaying about, screaming children hurrying about, lost and without guidance, for their parents are either dead, or trapped in the barraging crowds, escaping the incoming soldiers. They rampaged, and raged in the city, tearing down doors, breaking windows, finding the enemy, and killing without question. Innocents could not be distinguished from the enemy, and many were slaughtered by the swords of power and unquestioning….

This was coordinated and unified. The people responsible for organising this militia had done well, thought Antares Ruk, the man responsible for the order of the city; an impossible task. Dalimaey, although seemingly restless and dangerous, was an integral part of Pravum’s wealth, receiving many trade ships, and distributing goods to the Northern Reaches, sent from the south. It would be a while before standard procedure could commence again…

…A group of soldiers, dressed in scruffy, poorly constructed armour, stormed through a suburb. They wore rounded, battered helmets, with a single piece of metal, centred above their nose, attempting to conceal their face. Swords unsheathed, and primed, pounded their way through the street. Breaking into homes, knocking the large, barricaded doors down, finding crying children being protected by their mother, hiding in the corner, anticipating their deaths…

…In the house with the lady, and her impounded skull, a little boy ran out from under the stairs, who saw the commotion from a relatively safe distance, far enough not to be noticed, went over to his mother, tears streaming down his face. He sat by his mother, the blood oozing out from her head, her right hand bent the wrong way, cried, and sobbed, wiping his runny nose from snot. Sitting there for no more than five minutes, he heard shouts and screaming approaching from his right, and decided to run, and leave this place for the better. He shot up, the tears stinging his eyes, ran to the fractured doorway, turned left and scarpered.”

This post may not make much sense, but the actual Prologue is 10 pages long, and I couldn’t really put that all in…let’s be honest that would be a bit ridiculous. For those who have read my previous posts (mainly the exclusive content), will know that this excerpt has replaced the previous prologue…which is far better than the original, a great deal more. The prologue sets the scene, story, and back-story very well, cleverly making the reader (I hope) think about the things that are said, the people involved. I wrote this last night, and was so excited while writing it, I didn’t realise it was 10:30, when I should have been winding down for a good nights sleep.


2 Replies to “‘A Monarch’s Gamble’ – Prologue”

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