Prolouge

Prologue

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                        In the deserts of Deurre, the sun beats down with a brutal ferocity not found anywhere on Earth. Every day, the sun rises and casts its rays upon the weather beaten sands. Stretched out across the dry plain, mini sized bushes try and try to grow, but they just can't. Rain comes but 4 times a year. Not even snakes or reptiles can live here. That is how hot and dry and inhospitable this place is. Life cannot exist. Every 50 miles, large columns of stone sat and provided some shade.

            When the sun sets and no longer beats on the ground, and the shade leaves, the temperature drops. Rapidly. The sand cools and hardens. Still, no animals come because there are none here. The sand is too hot, even underneath. So no life is here. The only sounds you might hear at nighttime are the lonely winds moving across the plain. It is an unforgiving and unwelcoming place to stay.

Now, if you were out near the center of this apparent "no-mans-land" in mid-afternoon one day, only recently, you would notice four vehicles speeding across the dry land moving south.

They looked like medium-sized bicycles, save for the fact that they were moving over the dust, not along it. These things were about four inches above the ground as they moved forward. They were silvery looking machines that had the basic frame of a modern bicycle, and handlebars, but no wheels. Where the wheels should have been were spheres. That's it, just simple silver, shiny balls about two feet in circumference. No pedals either. Only pads on the sides for ones feet.

They moved quickly across the dust toward a particular stone column. This column was about fifty feet high and forty feet across, so it was like a building. This particular rock had a large cavern in the east side of it.    

The objects that were moving toward the stone had four people on them. They looked like they were on bikes; they were sitting on seats. When they reached the shade of a nearby column, their machines came to rest, each one at a different spot in the shade. Like a bike, their transports had some sort of kickstand, which the people used to keep them upright while not in motion.                                      

As soon as the bikes were still, the people dismounted, Two males, two females. You may not have been able to see them, but if you could you would notice that they were young adults. They looked about 20 years old at the most. 

            One of the men was tall and thin. He was a blonde, blue eyed man. His face was wiry, however strong and conditioned. He had a large, fleshy nose and small mouth. His eyes were focused on something, always. Whenever he wasn't doing something, his eyes focused, as if he were thinking. He was thin, but tough-looking. His arms and legs were not thick, but they gave off an air of toughness nonetheless. On his hip rested a sheath, with a sword apparently in it. His left forearm had a small silver prism attached to it.

 The second man was thicker. Not fat, but his body was more toned. He was somewhat short and young looking. He had a short nose and medium sized mouth. His eyes were set somewhat always on the sky. The odd thing was, one of his pupils was blue and one of his pupils was red. His face was rounded and scarred. He had an especially noticeable one underneath his right eye. He had no visible weapon. 

            One of the girls was of average height. Beautiful, well defined curves and lovely face. Small nose and luminous eyes. Her most interesting feature was the color of her eyes: dark green and radiant. Her hair was waist long and black and curly. She had careful, feminine movements. On her left shoulder was attached a large, sheathed, two-edged knife.

            The other lady was shorter than the others. She looked just as feminine as the first woman, except that her face was more cynical; almost as if she had seen too many things. You could truly see this in her eyes. Her nose was somewhat noticeable and her cheekbones were set average way up her face. She had straight, light brown hair down to her shoulders. Every once in a while, she would look around very quickly. Her movements were almost animal-like, with quick looks back and forth. She carried the largest weapon. It looked like a stick with two, two-edged swords; one on each end of the stick.

            They all were walking around, stretching. Evidently, they had been on the bikes for a long while. They moved about for a little time more, then the tall blonde boy suddenly began moving his hands as to direct the movements of the others. One would assume that he was their leader. He pointed to the short girl and the other male, tapped his wrist on the top just below the hand, then pointed out south into the desert. The people he had pointed to simply nodded. No words were spoken. They were seemingly attempting to keep themselves unnoticed by...something.

            They all walked over into the cave. Inside, it seemed artificial, as if someone had deliberately made it. It was square, like a man made structure. Not round, like a natural cavern. It was just dug in one side of the large stone precipice, going about fifteen feet in and six feet across. Not deep enough for any beasts to make residence. They looked around for a while, then all sat down on the cave floor simultaneously. The two boys sat on the ground against the right-hand wall of the cave, and the two ladies leaned against the left side wall. They all seemed to be relaxing, probably after riding across the wasteland for some time. The blonde clipped his sword and laid it next to him, flat on the ground. The shorter woman had removed hers as well; it was so large. They all relaxed, but said nothing to each other. Just sat and rested. Two of them eventually laid out on the floor.

            This only lasted a while; some minutes later, the brown-haired girl and the toned boy rose up from their places and left the cave silently. They walked together to their bikes and mounted them. They flipped their respective switches on the front parts of their transports. Then, with a twist of their wrists on the right-side handlebar, such as you would do on a motorbike, they took off out of the shade of the large rock, heading south. The hair on their heads flew back; they were going quickly. Within two minutes, the bikes were but small specks in the vastness of the desert.

            Back in the cave, the two remaining young people, the blonde and the green-eyed woman, were now sitting next to each other. The girl had her head on the young man's shoulder, and the boy had his arm around her. They were affectionate, apparently.

Presently, they both fell asleep. Their postures relaxed and the man's grip around the woman's shoulder loosened. Their eyes were closed and they both were smiling, slightly.

 

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            After a couple hours of sleep, the blonde man suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. He rose up, carefully moving so as not to disturb the person sleeping beside him. He stood and quickly stepped to the back of the cave, bent over and picked up the stationary, which rested there along with the lamp and the pen. Then, he turned and moved out of the cave, carefully stepping over the maiden in his path.                     

Once outside, he strode toward one of the machines that was parked. He neared it He put the objects down, then sat himself down against the side of the cycle and switched on the electric lamp that he held. All around him it was utterly silent, except for the occasional gusts of the night wind, which carried cold air with them.

            He rubbed his hands together and blew into them. This is a well known way to warm one's hands up when it is chilly. But he would not stay warm for long this way. It was just as cold at night as it was hot during daytime. So he used the only source of heat that he had: a heat mechanism on the cycle. He reached up and flipped a small switch clockwise on the front of the bike. After a few seconds, heat began to eminate from the cycle; from the spheres, primarily. But strangely enough, no noise came with the heat. This machine apparently had a feature to make warmth without sound.

            The area around the hovercraft seemed to be warmed by the device. It behoved the man, anyway. His cheeks reddened a bit and he was able to lay out the length of the cycle without balling himself up to keep warm. He lay on his right side, his head was supported by his hand.

            For a while he just lay there, doing nothing of interest. Then, he reached towards his feet and pulled the stationary pages and the pen up near his head. He also moved the lamp up to where the light would shine sufficiently to write on the paper. He rolled over on his stomach to free his right hand to write. He took up the pen.

            He now seemed comfortable. The pen was in his right hand; the pad of paper was in front of his head; and the lamp gave sufficient lighting to work by. Then he began. This is what he wrote.

 

            "This is the story of the Heroes of Duerre. Evan Sharp, Jasmine Arquette, Joshua Lincoln, and Amanda Tilly...It's quiet here."

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Atheana Kylee-S. C.]

Wow EPIC :)
Cool chapter... I want to read more chapters from this :)

[(JR) Joshua Hernandez]

thnks I guess, your probably right

[Norma M Sutton]

It is a interesting start. I did notice one spot you need to check on.
minisized bushes - mini sized, or maybe it needs a dash, mini-sized, I'm not sure which.