Prologue

Destiny's Boy


Through the darkness, where the snow glistened from the night sky, in a blissful house, a miracle was opening to the realm.
The stars shone where a woman staggered out of her cottage with her husbands arm around her shoulder. They were both famished and wearing old garments; the man had a torn leather waistcoat over his cotton shirt with black trousers; the wife was wearing a dull-silver blouse and was barefoot, snow under her feet, causing her to shiver.
Both stopped, standing in a circle engraved on the snow. Surrounding wooden front doors opened and many people stood around Dymatis and Thesselia Olo. A woman wearing white robes entered from the northern forest. She flickered her long blonde hair away from her eyes and waited for all of the villagers to stand around the couple.
Wind brushed their faces as five men knelt before the circle and passed out a beautiful arrangement of jewels. They returned to their allotted places in the formation of people and waited.
An emerald, ruby, sapphire, a glistening diamond pendant and a bar of gold lay upon a smooth stone of marble.
The priestess raised a symmetrical dagger above Thesselia and announced, “Elvask Luenor Eureldar Mirar!”
Snow stopped, silence fell, but there was a stream of blue lightening up at the towering mountains: the Gods were satisfied.
The priestess waved the dagger and a flat, long stone appeared in front of her, from nowhere, as if created by magic. It was. Thesselia lay down on it solemnly.
“We stand with respect tonight in front of Thesselia Olo who will give birth within the hour of midnight tonight. Should birth be given afterwards, she and her child will be sacrificed to the Gods for forgiveness.
“Children are rare here due to heavenly, yet cold and crisp conditions. But we are honoured with the chance to rejoice for this infant as he comes into our midsts.
Now, the offerings shall begin.”
The silence stood still, but the people did not. After they had passed over various items over the marble stone, extravagant light was beating from what was now a bright array of items. Jewellery, cooking-skins, rare clothing and shimmering weapons crowded each other on the marble’s surface.
“Jewellery”, the priestess shouted, “as a sign of wealth and fortune, so that the child will have much a shilling to spare, and to give him a life well-lived.”
Thesselia gave a shriek of pain.
“Skin and hide to cook and carry, to build and to heat. Cooking-skins for the meat and vegetables he shall eat – rawhide for cleaning and creating.”
Thesselia was moaning; Dymatis held her hand.
“Clothing for warmth,” the priestess said, “for comfort and for protection against the cold. Robes as a sign of strength, to conceal ones self.”
Thesselia’s screams were echoing through the mountains.
“And the bow for power, yet flexibility; the dagger for speed, yet will; the sword for brutality, yet respect; and the mind for all.”
Thesselia broke into a range of cries and bawls. Snow fell over the icy town of Slothravgard. The silver moon was rising.
A man named Arias stepped forward and surrounded Thesselia, who was still lying on the hard, cold stone, in sugar maple leaves. Then sprinkled some water over her from his pouch. Hesitating, he finally smeared her face with snow. Another roar of thunder from behind: the God’s were pleased with the Voyager.
The priestess opened her arms and said, “Halia.”
A blinding flash of golden light, then the world returned.
Dymatis was standing, Thesselia was panting with joy and sorrow, the offerings had vanished, and there was a suspicious feeling creeping about.
The villagers stood still, waiting. The moon was rising over the overshadowing mountains to the north. Time was a gift. All waited for the outcome. It was before midnight. The leaves were placed. The water was drying. The priestess had been firm.
A ruby coloured lightening bolt hit the Dubrith Mountains. Thesselia moaned in agony … and then Dymatis lay a small piece of silk under where the baby boy lay.
“It is done,” said the priestess.
The villagers turned to their homes and started to march to where their houses were. All the houses were covered in snow, blending in with the horizon.
“You did it,” said Dymatis softly. He started to pick up the crisp leaves, whilst Thesselia stood up with the newborn babe in her arms.
“What should we call him?” Thesselia asked?
“I don’t know. There are hundreds of names we could choose from.”
The wife smiled serenely. “Maybe something sharp, like Rovard, Erok or -”
“Blitz.”
It was like a thrust of knowledge to the head for Dymatis. The name came to him like thunder, thunder raging down miraculously.
And Thesselia thought the name fit perfectly.
“Y-yes … Blitz,” she answered.
But a scream of terror came from nearby. There was a huge crash and a woman of long blonde hair wearing a metallic silver blouse came sprinting into view, her face scarlet with a tearful look. She was holding a piece of paper with a thick ‘X’ sketched over it.
Thesselia and Dymatis gasped in horror.
“It’s Argon,” the woman wept, “Argon’s been taken by – by Him! He’s taken him and I’m never going to see my son again!”


That's the prologue, and I actually have a whole trilogy planned out. But for those of you who enjoyed it, the last part is there for a reason later on in the second and third books.

That's really good!! I like it