Lotr Prologue Novels & Stories

Not even close. I reached into my cloak and pulled out the amulet. Pressed it against my wound. Healing began instantly. But my mind wasn’t on that. It was already moving ahead. Calculating. Someone spoke. Someone betrayed me. And when I find out who— I smiled slowly. The forest went quiet again. But this time… It wasn’t peaceful. It was waiting. And so was I.

Elena asked, leaning her head against his shoulder. ​"No, Rogue," Leo whispered, pulling her into the eternal shadow of the Great Green. "This is the Prologue."

Now the sun had started to sink, and the house felt like it knew we were leaving. It was a foolish thought. Walls did not know anything. Furniture did not mourn. Lamps did not understand journeys into broken barriers and dragon lands. But the house was quieter than usual, and the quiet felt different from the one that had greeted us after the battle. That one had been heavy with shock. This one felt like holding breath. On the table in front of us, Spiro had spread out the things he said we could carry. Not much. That was the first insult of it. For a journey into the Outlands, into a place where dragons ruled, where Lucian’s forces moved, where Elaine might be trapped and my father waited s

Lul and Antinuke had noises and went out to see what was going on, the princess stood outside the palace crying, she had been stoned with many rubbish, the people kept shouting, " finish what you started, oh ye witch, king Luku took her in and asked what she had came for, she answered that the fellowship was completed, and so the travel began instantly, though the warlock and Luku never believed themselves to be gods, but they just followed the plan, and went with them all the same, the gate of the place called end was at the back of the land called, the valley of sorcerers, and they knew it may be a small problem passing through the the land, they had turned their back on the land, and they

begged the old man. "It's too late for that old man. You have to find your way out of this land after this for there will be no man or woman or child that will be left in Dodo after I'm through with them" The dragon which had landed bent over and she climbed on his back then they flew away. The old man fell on his knees and wept. ***** Having continued with their journey Lume and her companions came to a place where there was an abandoned well and she insisted she must drink from there. The Prophetess begged her not to think of it but she insisted she must drink from it or else she would die.

Eric grabbed me and pulled me close as the ground broke open, exposing a gulf of whirling fire and shadow. "Kyara!" he said, his voice breaking through the commotion. But before I could answer, the figure burst out laughing, harsh and victorious. "You've only delayed the inevitable," it replied, its shape floating over the chasm. "The prophecy never addressed salvation. It was about devastation. "And now it begins." The earth collapsed beneath us, and the last thing I saw was Eric's hand reaching for mine as the abyss took us whole.

Lyra's eyes widened as she gazed upon the towering bookshelves that seemed to stretch endlessly upward, filled with leather-bound tomes that whispered secrets from ages past. "Welcome to my sanctuary," Cassandra murmured softly, her voice blending seamlessly with the rustle of parchment and the distant echo of footsteps. "Within these walls, you shall learn about the supernatural world and the many creatures that inhabit it." Lyra's heart raced as she followed her mentor deeper into the vast chamber, the shadows of their figures dancing on the mosaic floors like wraiths. "Where do we start?" she asked, her voice barely audible above the thrum of anticipation that swirled within her.

Liora, her voice a gentle guide, began to narrate, "In the dawn of existence, realms were but a singular breath, a unified consciousness. But as time flowed, they sought identity and individuality. The Primordial, an entity birthed from the universe's first heartbeat, resisted this change, sought dominance..." As the tale unfurled, the guardians were drawn into the narrative, witnessing the birth of realms, the rise of guardians, and the age-old battle against The Primordial. The weight of their legacy, the mantle they now bore, became clear. The path ahead was treacherous, but with the Codex's wisdom and their unwavering bond, they were poised to confront the impending storm.

I quickly took a step back so they wouldn’t hear me. Finn spoke a bit louder, as if he knew I was here. "Do you know what the oracle saw when she visited Jordan?" Dad growled softly, "she didn’t see anything." "Jordan got drunk one night before he had his wolf, and he told me. Dad, the only thing the oracle said was that he would lose before Luna Nicole stopped her from finishing the prophecy. What if that means losing Izzy?" Dad growled louder this time, "it’s forbidden to talk about it, Finnegan. Now drop it."

The relic pulsed in Alex's hand, resonating with the energy of the land. Suddenly, from the city, a procession emerged. A line of figures clad in ceremonial robes approached, leading an ornate carriage. As they neared, a figure stepped out, adorned in gold and jewels, their face obscured by a jeweled mask. The figure raised a hand, gesturing to the relic. "The Chosen have arrived," they declared, their voice echoing through the valley. Before we could react or question the unfolding events, the very ground beneath us began to shift and change, forming a path that led straight to the city. As we hesitated, torn between caution and curiosity, the relic's glow pulsed brighter, seemingly urging