When The Levys Break
I had a conversation with a friend a while ago. I told him that i was striving to become an author, so he told me i should post my work on the internet. Leary about the whole idea i decided to write excerpts/prologues from my stories, events that are taking place in the world of my stories but are not of the main focus.
Doing so i hope to get a idea of what people think of my work and to get a foothold should i ever go mainstream and have any of my work published.
I would appreciate as much feedback as possible.
Enjoy.
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Several thousand years ago...
Deep underground, hidden beneath the towers of Avalin, forgotten, the lands only prisoner rages within his cell with every essence of his being. He screamed a human tongue with inhuman malice, he screamed for there was only silence to accompany the pain of his entrapment, he screamed to fight away the demons of his mind, ushering him back into the salving arms of insanity, luring him away from sentient thought, keeping him a caged animal.
Exhaustion took place over pain, rage and loathing, he slumped to the floor his arms held fast around his midsection, bound in chains, a very human gesture escapes his dry cracked lips as the being sighs between gasps of breath.
His eyes peeled open and his vision cleared, the dark banished from his vision as a curtain would from a stage, refreshing his memory of his trappings, sudden awareness sparks within his mind, a clarity that he had not known for what seemed an eternity.
"Freedom..." he whispered, his voice hoarse and dry, feeble. A single coherent thought formed within his mind, and in that moment the prisoner built upon that thought drawing himself from the womb of oblivion like venom from a wound.
*Release me...* The thought reverberated within his mind, but no further. Failing in strength, his consciousness fell prey to the demons of his mind, drawing him back into the abyss from which he came, leaving one last message. *Remember...*
Insanity reined king and the screaming began once again, but the seeds of revolt had been planted, it was only a matter of time, and time was something that the Daemon had an abundance of.