Halloween Workshop [>2000k prize pot]

@ shady: WOO! So awesome! Did the structure survive after the pictures taking for more burning on Halloween? Lol, I love how you use traditional light sources and added Acura high beams XD

@kiya: I like the original best tbh. I don't like lighting B at all because the toddler/toys pic is darker (and that's my fave) and C makes the solo one look darker D:

@Tommy: Don't be fed up! It came out great Congrats on getting it done!

@Minami: just out of curiosity, do you have to redraw your necro's outfit and jewels each time? or does the program let you save it and remorph it? Looking amazing btw, and it's still going to be my Halloween wallpaper, custom watermark and all :P


As for myself, I've got 2/3 of a battle scene left to write (I had to break chapter 2 into 2 chapters so now I have 'Chapter 3: An Unexpected Change in Loyalties') snuck in, and I need to fiddle with the intro a bit more. THEN PROOFREADING ZOMG and final tweaks and synopsis writing (so much to do!). Anyway, I think I'm done mucking with the prologue so I'm posting it. Hopefully it's catchy enough so that anet will want to read the rest of the story! Just to get the idea of the length of the story, the prologue here is 404 words so imagine the prologue length times 32.44 to get the current story length @_@

OH, and my title is "The Making of Heroes"

Enjoy

Prologue

1017 A.E. of the Mouvelian calendar

He stood at the edge of the rocky cliff, his attention drawn to the unrestrained dance of energy among the dark clouds above the sea. Lightning flashed in some unheard ballad as he watched with a smile on his face. It was destructive and beautiful, reminding him of the woman he loved and awaited. On the sea, he and his friends would have trembled with fear and awe, desperate to keep their vessel afloat. However, he was on land now, and he was free and willing to appreciate the glorious show before him.

Waves crashed against the rocks far below him as he waited for his closest of friends. The scent of water permeated the air, and the hint of energy made the air hum around him. He took in a deep breath and let out a slow and contented sigh, reveling in nature’s glory as dusk settled around him. At the sound behind him, he turned, a warm greeting on his face as he saw who it was. Instinctively, he opened his arms as his friend came closer for a customary brief embrace.

His eyes bulged as the knife slid between two ribs and punctured his left lung. “Why?” he asked in stunned confusion as he touched the wound, seeing his own blood on his shaking fingers. The pain of the wound in his side was nothing compared to the trauma done to his very soul. His friend’s face was cold, and he felt the hurt metamorphose into rage at such a betrayal. He bared his teeth as he reached for the sword on his side all the while suffocating from the inside out. He would destroy his traitorous friends.

Instead, he was denied. A single palm to his chest and a solid push was all that was needed for him to lose balance as the ground crumbled under his feet. He fell backwards, struggling to grab and force his friend to join him in his death.

Again, he was denied. Grasping at the sheer cliff side, he tried in vain to stop his fall. Rage reddened his gaze as he thought of the unexpected treachery. He had been nothing but loyal, and in the end, his belief in good had destroyed him, leaving him to die alone. The friends he had believed in had cast him aside and now his bitterness and sorrow knew no bounds.

Then, the darkness came, and his thirst for retribution was all he had left.