So, this is something I have been working on. But it's just the prologue. I'm typing it out in a different format then I usually do. So, let me know if it is a weird format or not. The prologue isn't very exciting. But, just trust me, it gets better. So...Yeah. Let me know what you think.
Prologue
An old man sat on a pier gazing out at the sea in front of him. He watched as the waves dance and sparkled from the sunlight. Every Saturday, he sat on this pier and caught ten fish. Nothing ever happened. He lived a dull boring life.
The old man started to doze off when he heard something strange. “WAAHHOOO!!!!!” The old man stood up and watched as a tall figure landed next to him. He jumped back and stared at what was standing before him. He was a slender young man, dressed in a black leather jacket and blue jeans. The old man stuttered. “How... how... did you...” The young man looked up, after brushing the seaweed off his shoulder. “Oh...Hey there, gramps! I’m Demy. What’s your name?” Demy exclaimed, with an excited smile on his face. The old man, still confused, answered. “I’m, uh...Sam.” Demy shook Sam’s hand and started to walk away. “Well, gramps, I better be going. I have a date with my bed that's be put off for a....” Demy suddenly collapsed. Sam, still not knowing what was happening, ran to Demy. “Hey! Hey! Are you okay?!” Sam yelled. All Demy heard was the sounds of Sam’s mumbled yelling as he drifted to sleep.
Demy awoke on a colorful stained glass platform. As he stood up he heard a powerful booming voice in his head. “You will be the one that defeats the darkness and returns the worlds to what they once were.” Demy, looking disappointed, said. “Aww man. Now what?”
So, this is something I have been working on. But it's just the prologue. I'm typing it out in a different format then I usually do. So, let me know if it is a weird format or not. The prologue isn't very exciting. But, just trust me, it gets better. So...Yeah. Let me know what you think.
Prologue
An old man sat on a pier gazing out at the sea in front of him. He watched as the waves dance and sparkled from the sunlight. Every Saturday, he sat on this pier and caught ten fish. Nothing ever happened. He lived a dull boring life.
The old man started to doze off when he heard something strange.
“WAAHHOOO!!!!!”
The old man stood up and watched as a tall figure landed next to him. He jumped back and stared at what was standing before him. He was a slender young man, dressed in a black leather jacket and blue jeans. The old man stuttered.
“How... how... did you...”
The young man looked up, after brushing the seaweed off his shoulder.
“Oh...Hey there, gramps! I’m Demy. What’s your name?” Demy exclaimed, with an excited smile on his face.
The old man, still confused, answered.
“I’m, uh...Sam.”
Demy shook Sam’s hand and started to walk away.
“Well, gramps, I better be going. I have a date with my bed that's be put off for a....” Demy suddenly collapsed.
Sam, still not knowing what was happening, ran to Demy.
“Hey! Hey! Are you okay?!” Sam yelled.
All Demy heard was the sounds of Sam’s mumbled yelling as he drifted to sleep.
Demy awoke on a colorful stained glass platform. As he stood up he heard a powerful booming voice in his head.
“You will be the one that defeats the darkness and returns the worlds to what they once were.”
Demy, looking disappointed, said. “Aww man. Now what?”
Edited by Xaon