Prologue
#1 of The Legacy of Alexzander Monroe
After much deliberation and thought, I have decided to scrap the original story line and believe me when I say that it was a very hard thing for me to do. I firmly believe that if you are going to do something right, then you have to do it to the best of your abilities. This is the story I have been working on off and on since high school. I hope to perfect my craft this time around and no more excuses. Without further ado, I present to you the start of the first book in The Legacy of Alexzander Monroe Trilogy: Exile.
Prologue
_It is the year 1903, and a turbulent time for England. The king was forced to remove his son from inheriting the crown and passed it on to his grandson. Nobles are now fighting amongst themselves for influence and money while betraying England in the process. The king's son now rules France with an iron fist and through politics, bribery, and corruption. He has been able to expand his influence to England. _
I looked over the bow of the ship toward the horizon and direction of my upcoming home and new country. I flicked my vulpine tail and rubbed the back of my head almost knocking my derby off and began thinking to myself. I had no idea I could fall so hard and far down in my life._ I had everything in the world in my paws and in a split second it was gone. I've lost my parents to an assassin, I've lost the love of my life twice, and I've lost all hope in my country._ I was once a famous legendary detective and general for a brief period of time in England, now here I am with guards around me and a cabin with only a few of my belongings. I am no longer a hero and I wasn't the only passenger on the ship, as I began to feel the glares, frowns, and sneers coming from some of the other passengers. "It's a shame what happened to him. He was once such a good kit and always followed the rules. What happened to him?" I glanced over seeing a vixen talking to her husband and anger consumed me as I gripped the rail recognizing them as one of my previous foster parents.
"Take me back to my cabin." I glared at the guards and lowered my hat the best I could to try and cover my eyes, but the brim of my hat was too small. "Hah, so the Fox wants back in his cage?" I wasn't shackled, like a normal exile, I was able to walk freely on the ship as long as I behaved and followed the rules. "Watch it, William; he's liable to go insane at the drop of a hat." The other guard said trying to keep everything under control, but the words hit their mark as I extended my claws and did the best I could of staying calm. I knew if I put my paws on anyone, I'd be thrown in the brig without a notice. I tried my best to keep my anger under control, but my tail began to fluff out as the fur on the back of my neck stood up. I was losing control, and I didn't have a way to blame it on alcohol like I've been able to in the past. One I didn't have any on me, second, I was forbidden to have any period. It was only a matter of seconds before I would black out. The guard that reprimanded William had just turned toward my cabin as William reached for my arm. That was all I could remember before the world around me turned black.
When I came to, I was chained to a wall and slowly as my vision returned I could see blurred bars as I realized I had been thrown in the brig. I had blood on my gray coat and black pants, I could feel a dried blood patch on the side of my head and saw a bullet sitting beside me directly under the spot of dried blood. I couldn't help but cry out in disgust and frustration. "DAMMIT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!" The guard outside my cell looked at me. "You're a demon and a monster. You nearly killed three guards with your bare paws." He turned his back to me. "Why am I not dead?" I asked trying to figure out what happened. He turned his head to look at me. "That's a great question, that shot would have killed any normal person." I closed my fists in anger and breathed deeply as I tried to pull on my chains and for a moment I could hear them snapping from the wall as the guard turned around and steadied his gun ready to shoot.
I took a deep breath as I saw him aim at me and once the chains had snapped from the wall and hit the ground, my world went black again, only this time my whole life came back to me in a split second as my mind began trying to piece everything back together, and establish the effects of what happened and the cause of all my chaos and my fall into despair and destruction. I began to slip into a dreamlike state as my life began to pass before my eyes. All the horrors, delights, sorrows, adventures, heartbreaks, and joys filled my head as I slipped into a deep sleep. This is my story, a story of horror, triumph, heartbreak, adventure, and destruction.