The following is the prologue to a story I am working on. The working title is "The Adventures of Allis Bard." I hope you enjoy it.
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People started to gather around the storyteller who was perched upon a fallen log in the center of town. This storyteller was an old elderly man, with a wrinkly face that showed years of journeys. “Gather ‘round folks,” he said with his arms flailing in gesture. “Today on this fine evening in the wonderful town of Barmuda, I have a story to tell. Image a world full of fantasy and adventure. A kingdom ruled by a king who created a governmental system never imagined before. An evil villain with a plan of destruction. A hero of valor and strength. Fellow Barmudians, I present to you the story of the legendary adventurer known to many as Allis Bard.”
People started to clap in appraisal. Everyone in the Barmuda community knew the tale of Allis Bard. He was a legendary warrior and adventurer who helped fight for a land that was being ravaged by the evil forces of Oblivia.
“New Gamma is the name of this wonderful land you stand in today and that Allis Bard fought for years ago,” said the old storyteller. “King Ralph Sylfaen was the man who created our government today, a system of checks and balances, as he would explain it. But his rule ended on a short note, for he was murdered my the savage Oblivia; whom himself was slain by his own minion, Tantarus.”
People started to “boo” as the storyteller went on about Tantarus.
“Tantarus was an evil fellow. He slain anyone who got in his way to rule the lands of New Gamma. Many people called him Lucifer. Many called him La’tahk nashai; another name for Satan told by the hobbits of Gloquate. Many people believe him to be dead. My fellow Barmudians, he is still alive, gathering another army to attack the great castle where our current king, Gordi Rigvail lives. Soon the skies will darken, as his evil minions soon crush the land.”
The people started to panic as the storyteller went on about what would happen in the future. “When will this day come, storyteller?” cried a man. “Is Armageddon upon us?” cried another.
“My fellow Barmudians, we won’t see this day for years. No one knows where this deadly fiend lives, nor do we wish to know. But know this, that your loyal leader; King Rigvail, is working his hardest to build the greatest army of warriors the world has ever seen. Built with different species of loyal creatures from hobbits to gliding eagles of the mountains…”
“What of Tantarus’ dragon, Skyhunter?” cried another man, clinging to his wife.
“Ah! Skyhunter, the demon of the skies.” said the storyteller. “Skyhunter hasn’t been seen for he was killed by Allis Bard’s sword, Sterling. No need to worry of him. Now fellow Barmudians, this story must end for I have things to attend to.” Then the storyteller jumped off the log and started to walk away.
Everyone that heard the storytellers tale started to leave. Going back to whatever it was they were doing before the tale was told, living their lives liked they always did in the wonderful land of New Gamma.
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Interesting. What’s next? Will the Lucifer really attack or was it just a refresher by the storyteller?