Altaira: The Tale of Vander. Part one.

This is something I came up with a a few months ago. Originaly this was a chapter for a book I was writing. I decided that I couldn't pull off the whole author thing. But I did spend a fair bit of time writing it, so I want to share it with all of you. So far I have finished the prolougue, and chapter one. It is pretty badly writen, which I will be working on. My main problem with it, is that it does skip view points, from time to time. I'm hoping to edit that. I'm giving you the prolougue now, and next monday, you will get chapter 1. Tell me what you think.

Nathaniel.


Prologue


IN THE BEGINNING there was a great explosion releasing massive amounts of energy, more than any amount ever seen at once. From the energy the four original gods, Heatero, Graviator, Magnium and Mechanos came to be. They used their great power to forge their land of Altaira. Later they used their power to make their daughters and goddesses. They then created with a mixture of water earth fire and air and their divine energy to create all beasts and to create us humans.

But then some humans tried to steal the power of all energy from the Gods themselves. The Magi. They use power stolen from the Gods for their own selfish needs. That is why the church and government use the coliseums to keep their demonic abilities under our watchful eye. To keep the good safe and magic holy.

The old preacher finished his traditional Genesis Day sermon. Everyone began to rise, and 14 year old Vander began to rise tiredly from his seat where he was half asleep. He was never a fan of religion or the preacher. What did he have against Magi, and that bit about how well the Church and government was looking after them? Oh well, was he really the one to be judging. He was probably the weirdest person he knew. His father had died when he was an infant and without a home his mother took him to live with his grandparents in the town of Pyre. That is all his grandfather was ever willing to tell him. Currently in the household was only his grandfather, himself and their horse Bree. His grandmother died when he had been 7. That really helped his childhood development.

Vander was an average sized boy with strawberry blond hair, almost red eyes and tan skin. There was nothing very particular about him, and didn’t really have any talents or hobbies. His point to him was just to exist. But ever since he could remember he had always been meant to do something. Not something simple like a shop boy, but something great. On first glance anyone would have thought “Yeah right.” But you know sometimes when you listen to that little voice you can do great things. And you know what his was right.