I hesitated on posting this for a number of reasons, one main being I didn't want anyone else to steal my story. The reason I don't want people stealing this story is not for money, but I want this story to be the best that I can make it. Anyway, here is the prologue to my story.

Prologue:
Thanic screamed at the top of his little lungs with the rest of the crowd at the contestants fighting in the Arena. The two were fighting ferociously, throwing their swords all around each other. A step forward and another step back using the weight of their bodies to help them get the edge. Then a stumble here, a punch there and the fight was over. One contestant standing over the other with his sword pointed at the other's neck. A louder cheer gave way from the crowd and the winner helped the other man up. The shook hands and left via different exits. Thanic didn't quite understand all of the rules of fighting except the parts that involved the actual fighting. Not that he cared right now, he was too busy cheering for the contestants. He was happy that his parents finally got them tickets to come. There was nothing going on in the Arena floor now so he looked at his father and mother. They were quite young themselves being only 29 and 30 years old respectively while Thanic was 5 years old. His father had brown hair as his mother blonde, Thanic had his father's hair. Young Thanic smiled at them and they smiled back glad that Thanic was happy. He looked back the Arena floor as the owner of the Arena, Matthew Aeraldi, showed himself. The audience almost immediately stopped shouting.
“Thank you ladies and Gentlemen!” He said loudly, his voice being amplified by the speakers being held above the crowd. “We have but one more fight for today but, come back tomorrow for another exciting day! Our last contestants are two that you already know, Jack and Sam!”
Both fighters walked out of the separate entrances into the middle of the Arena and shook hands, then made mirrored each other in a way Thanic didn't understand. They parted and walked a few steps away before facing each other again and drawing their swords.
“They have both shown incredible skill in the Advanced championship and are fighting for a chance to advance! The Semi-final fight will begin shortly!” With that Aeraldi walked calmly away from the fighters to his personal entrance and exit. As he exited he turned about and said loudly,
“Fight!”
The combatants stood their ground for the moment, waiting for the other to make the first move. A cool hand touched Thanic's shoulder and drew his attention away from the fight. He looked at where the hand came from and found his mother.
“It's time to go honey.” She said calmly over the noise of the crowd.
“But I don't want to go!” Thanic said stubbornly.
“We have to, otherwise it will take ForEVer to go home.” She said putting extra emphasis on her words with a smile on her face.
“But I don't want to go!” Thanic yelled almost screaming.
“Sorry sweetie but we can come back again another time, how does that sound?”
“Alright.” Thanic said clearly disappointed. They made their way out slowly keeping with each other. They made it back to their car just when the final match finished. The car had a slim look made to simply glide over the ground. Oil had run out a few years after the war had ended and a new engine had to be created. It was an organic engine similar to a tree, in that it took energy from the sun and air and transformed it into energy using a procedure similar to photosynthesis only much faster. At night however, it uses the stored up energy gained when not moving during the day. Thanic jumped into the back seat and put on the seat belt then waited patiently for his parents to jump into the car with him. After they got in all three were on their way home, the car whirred with a small whine as the electric motor became charged with energy from the engine. As they made their way to the main road something in Thanic's stomach became unsettled, almost as if he was going to be sick.
“Mum, I don't feel too well.” Thanic said while holding his stomach.
“Don't worry honey, we're almost home.” His mother said reassuringly. Thanic just grabbed his seat belt and rested his head on it and closed his eyes trying to settle his stomach.
Not one in the car could see what was coming. A rogue car ran fast over the road, avoiding all the cars it could with inhuman accuracy. It drifted into the oncoming lane, oblivious to what was coming. The two cars slammed head first into each other, throwing chunks of metal and organic parts everywhere. Thanic's parents were thrown around in the front, their bodies flailing with the unnatural force. Thanic grabbed his seat belt harder and held on for dear life. Just as suddenly as it started, it was over. The cars skidded to a halt, the blood of the engines pouring slowly onto the road. Thanic opened his eyes slowly, unsure that he wanted to see what was out there. He could see only blackness even though his eyes were open. He started panicking, fearful that he couldn't see anything. He could hear though and he could hear crunching gravel under somebody's feet getting closer. Thanic was scared out of his mind and cried for help, tears flowing down his eyes. It was hard to breathe, his lungs burst with pain every time he took a breath. The darkness in front of his eyes were becoming brighter and he could see figures. The footsteps stopped. Thanic looked to where the footsteps were coming from and could see a single figure leaning into the car. It drew back quickly and turned its head, then ran. Thanic tried to move but his body refused, sending spikes of pain every time he tried to move anything. The last thing he remembered of that day was sirens faintly sounding in the distance.

More of the history and what just happened will be explained in the actual story. I just wanted to know if this was good or not.