The General Prologue Novels & Stories

Leo opened his eyes to a dark sky sprinkled with so many tiny stars that shone and glimmered, he welcomed the cool breath of fresh air that sipped though this nostrils and into his lungs, his chest heaved in a lengthy intake of air and dropped back down as he breathed out. The air out here was cold, he could feel it despite the thick cloak that wrapped him from his shoulders to his feet, he wiggled his feet beneath the cloak, no shoes. Yes that was right, he had lost his shoes after his capture, how was it t that he only noticed that now? and the cloak did very little or nothing to stop the chills from engulfing his feet but to the left of him he could feel some warmth. He turned.

he replied, his voice resonating with conviction. Adonis, his eyes glimmering with curiosity, stepped forward. "Let us not hesitate, then. The answers we seek await us. May we approach them with open minds and hearts," he suggested, his voice carrying a blend of eagerness and caution. As they ventured deeper into the realm, they encountered vast halls filled with ancient manuscripts, illuminated by an otherworldly glow. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment, and the sound of turning pages echoed through the corridors.

With a thunderous roar, the General charged. At the same moment, Elara shot forward like a streak of silver light. The Moonborn and the first General of the Devourer collided in a blinding explosion that illuminated the entire underground city. The fate of the sanctuary would be decided by their clash.

The fire grew hotter, crackling and roaring, and the flames grew larger, engulfing the creature, and he hissed, a guttural sound, as if it had burnt him, though it was incorporeal. Creatura ad quos eieci te de his realm. Sit ignes usque ad vos enim ultra tibi! (Creature to whom I cast you from this realm. Let the fires take you beyond!) The words, ancient and powerful, flowed from my lips, a deep, resonant chant.

I bow my head swiftly, not losing eye contact with him, as I don’t have the best premonition regarding him. “I’ll leave you to it,” the Elder says happily, and after another swaying of his arms through the air, folds them over his chest and bows. He winks towards Zenis and walks away without saying anything else. Fine for me. “This way,” General Zenis announces, walking back through the double doors that get closed by the guards as soon as I have passed them. We descend a spiral stone staircase, the atmosphere getting gloomy as the electric lights get replaced by torches. I get drawn into the flickering of the torches, the different colored strings mixing with the flames piquing my interest

I swallowed, gripping the edges of my dress, feeling a strange sense of destiny pulling me forward. Xavier placed a reassuring hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the altar. Aurora, now resting in Shane’s arms, watched with wide, curious eyes. A thick tome lay open on the altar, its pages filled with the ancient script of our ancestors. Before it stood a golden chalice, shimmering under the moonlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Elder Vincent, his silver beard reaching his chest, raised his hands. His voice echoed through the church, deep and commanding.

The ancient wolf suddenly growled. Low. Warning. Every hooded follower instinctively stepped backward. The Prophet's expression darkened. "They're here." The footsteps returned. Closer this time. Not one set. Many. The sound echoed from every direction, as though the mountain itself had become filled with unseen travelers. Grayson raised his sword. "What exactly escaped?" The Prophet answered quietly. "The First King's enemies." The silver mist ahead began to move. Not drifting. Gathering. Shapes slowly emerged from within it.

General Markaus strode forward and bowed before the couple. “General Daego,” Markaus said. “We’ve got trouble in the east.” Gildeon blinked, his narrowed eyes locking onto the black-haired man. This was news to him. Everyone in his generation had grown up believing Markaus was the first and only general of the salamander army. Why had no one ever mentioned another general? “Ah, now this is interesting,” Drusden’s voice broke through his thoughts, cutting close from behind, “very interesting to me.”

Jabir yelled next to him. Dillon instantly waved his sword to deflect the random attack that the general danced out. Then, he released extremely ferocious moves and pierced his sword through the general’s eyebrows instantly. A clang was heard, and the iron mask worn on the general’s face was cracked open immediately, revealing a terrifying charred face. Jabir chanted, “Listen to my edict, ashes to ashes, spirit to spirit, take his soul and banish this evil!”

For the first time in millennia, The General felt something impossible: Hesitation. Before the god-killer could conjure another spell, Sebastian bridged the gap. He slammed into The General with the force of a meteor. KRA-KOOM! The impact sounded like two planets colliding. The sheer kinetic shockwave violently shattered the ancient marble steps of the Grand Temple, sending multi-ton blocks of stone flying into the air. The General, an invincible executioner of worlds, was physically driven backward, its armored boots carving deep trenches into the holy ground. [Bones and Sand]