COTLOP book-newest rev-2/19/2008
Chronicles of the Lord of power: Beginnings
Prologue/Chapter Zero: Cries of the World cries of the Hero.

"Life is simple when ignorance is bliss and nothing is more bliss than a normal life free of strife and knowledge, for once you see beyond the pale you can’t help but stay outside the bucket ....:The Lord of Power"

Prologue:
A shadow stalks a dilapidated lot where a home use to be, walking in the rainy overcast noon the skies silent in word yet vibrate in color, a glowing orange sky cast behind smug and crawling gray clouds. Walking between a tree stump that once had a swing when it was a tree and the remains of a house that use to be a home, walking and sighing down some stone steps onto the grainy and broken concert patio "weeds have now claimed this place" he thinks. He walks to the edge of the patio looking down onto the city not 500 feet away, staring off into the horizon above the mountain as shadows clear orange light fills the lot and the man is reviled to be a adolescent perhaps still a child in some right. With mournful eyes of knowledge and experience of life's more anguishing moments he pauses and casts sad eyes on the world, sad because he realized how futile life is and what solace ignorance brings.

Closing his eyes he tries to think back to remember days gone by, slowly as the memories come he lowers his head as shadows return to this place of ruin, the wind stirs then howls but he cannot hear it or feel it, trapped in a world of memories of the past both consoling and madding. Suddenly the wind dies but the sound dose not reach him, oblivious to all but a feeling of dread and infinite excitement, sharp chills run down his spine he then opens his eye to find himself drenched in cold sweat, above the old stone wall is the front yard where the tree was...and he can see something there yet not there, his eyes tunnel vision on the spot his head throbs he staggers to his knees almost losing conscious he can hear something calling, to come, to see...... to choose…..

Slowly he walks back to the upper yard oblivious to the skewed motion of the leafs on the trees and the sound of the wind dropping in and out almost choking on itself, he pauses when he sees the stump through the still grass, the distortion above it like ripples on a still pond, distorting reality or at least what he knew of it, as the ripples slowed his head cleared and he began to walk closer and closer still, as he placed his final step toward the distortion his eyes locked onto this oval shaped illusion before him darting to find a answer as his mind straining on the edge of sanity trying to comprehend what it is that is before him, just before he could not take the strain anymore it gushed open with light and warmth removing the chill in his bones and all but the lingering of dread in his heart, as the light faded images appeared of a place he had only seen in dreams of a place that is doomed to charge him with a never ending life that can never be "lived".


As his mind started to comprehend the images before him he sees a vast plain, villages, people ,valleys, rocky seemingly dead land scrape’s and war, war death and anguish, cries for a hero. As he stands there absorbing what he sees the images change to that of a bath house where a group of women soldiers seem to be resting from their training and duty, apparently embarrassed by the images he closes his eyes as he does a cough rings out, so startled by it he falls to the ground from the shock of his mind being wretched back to where he was, he slowly turns around on the ground to see what made the noise as his mind returns to him like a fish back into water he sees what made the sound.

"My goodness.." it states, sitting on a nearby wall a short man wearing a dark cloak with a long white beard and pudgy hands, taking a pause it says with a sigh, "not another introvert" taking a drag of his cigar and exhales with long sigh "I am getting too old for this" he says as he looks up shaking his head. As he began to speak more it was clear his gruff demeanor was male like,
"You must learn to enjoy life some or you will go Mad." he says while ogling the images then he brings out a new cigar and lights it up. "Either you don't like women or you got issues I hope it’s not issues *he exhales as he extends and tilts his hand with the cigar between his stubby fingers* ”the last one had issues,  he didn't last long,” *he crosses his arms with the tip of the cigar softly glowing in the muted environment he stroking his beard in thought.* " of course he heard voices too, but then they all do....”* then hastily takes a puff* " I suppose we should get down to business."


The teen drags himself to his feet and looks on at the cloaked figure, before he can say anything the cloaked figure says "Don't bother asking, the make shift dimensional portal screws with the mental stability of lesser beings and even more so with the barrier surrounding it, normally such things are handled more smoothly but such things are of the past not with everything being on the cusp of new type of war of creation. I will keep this simple darkness is in chaos or part of it is for the longest time the light and dark fought in a balanced way, making sure any final victory is complete and perfect but now there are rumblings of chaotic madness and the dark side is not the only one to suffer from it, but more of that later."

With his final words the cloaked figure sees the boy utterly pass out before him. "I am starting to hate this job…..” *he says as he sighs, he jumps down from where he was sitting on the wall and walks over to the teen pacing by him and talking to himself."Normally this is something you must do in order to chose, but I guess normally is not normal anymore...."He turns to the images and changes it to a village on a plain."Mmmm its slightly run down but there are people there as well as soldiers sadly none of the cute female ones but such is your luck, to there I will send you from there make your own way and decide how you will save this world, I would come with you but I broke the damn thing coming here I'll have to wing it to where you are since no transports come out to this backwater galaxy." As his words end a tail grows from the under the cloak it’s almost as thick as the figure it sprung from, it gently picks up the teen and places him within the distortion, in a flash he is gone and so is the distortion, in another great flash the clocked figure vanishes into light that streaks into the heavens, color and sound fade back into the ruins of the lot the wind blows the grass moves as night takes hold while a light shower weeps for the chosen.

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This took me almost a year to polish and I have at least 2-4 books worth of stuff in my head to write out but for now its one chapter at a time, comments and death threats can be sent to the useaul place.

I am a bit of a hack I am learning disabled and have issues with grammar with word 07 and a few months to polish this is the best I can do, I hope to finish this "book" in a couple years.

Suffice to say copyrights and IP belong to me at least the ones that belong to me :P