Here is something I whipped up in a few minutes. I will add more later.
Prolouge
A piercing shriek erupted from the maw of a beast, racing through a village. Men cowered in fear. Women in children held each other for comfort. There was no escape. It would come and hunt them down. A sudden breeze blew out all of the village lanterns. The only light left was the full moon. Its light was a source of pain for the villagers. The moon seemed so close that they might be able to escape from the horrendous, yet it was so far away. It taunted them.
They knew that soon they would be stripped of all life. Taken away from the very things they knew and loved. They would instantly be gone from this life, into whatever awaited them after. They said their last prayers.
Another shriek filled the village. Yes, tonight they would be gone. There was no hope. The Krakzah were coming.
A piercing shriek erupted from the maw of a beast, racing through a village. Men cowered in fear. Women and children held each other for comfort. There was no escape. It would come and hunt them down until the last drop of life was gone. A sudden breeze blew out all of the village lanterns. The only light left was the full moon. Its light was a source of pain for the villagers. The moon seemed so close that they might be able to escape from the horrendous, yet it was so far away. It taunted them.
They knew that soon they would be stripped of all life. Taken away from the very things they knew and loved. They would instantly be gone from this life, into whatever awaited them after. They said their last prayers.
Another shriek filled the village. Yes, tonight they would be gone. There was no hope. The Ztynak were coming.
Chapter I
Jaecar awoke with a start. He sat on his straw bed panting, sweat dripping from his forehead. He had had a restless night, tossing and turning in his bed. Today was the day of his sixteenth birthday. The day he would become a man was here. He looked around at his room, his straw bed, his shelf, his odd collection of rocks that had grown over the years. He crept down the stairs, remembering. There was the dent in the door he had placed while wrestling his brother. But today, today he was leaving this place. He was going to start anew. This was his day.
As he crept down the stairs and into the kitchen the smell of bacon, fine meat, and potatoes filled the air. This was the one thing he was going to miss, breakfasts cooked by his father.
âGood morning son! How was your night?â
*Note Ztynak is pronounced by making the widening your tounge and making and sort of slurring an "s". The "y" is pronounced by saying "e", and the rest is how it sounds.
MORE!i'll be waiting for more updates. sounds like a potential story. comparable to many of the books i have read before the words you used were strong and descriptive
