Prologue

Prologue

The moon shone brilliantly on the skies. It filled the forest with silvery light. The trees swayed to the music of the breeze. It was punctuated by the rustling of the leaves and hoot of an owl.

A young boy of twelve sat under a tree with his arms around the legs. He had brown eyes, black wavy hair, round face. But something else was clearly visible on the face.

Fear.

"Why am I here?", he thought.

"Because you are destined to.", said a voice in his head.

"Yes maybe I am destined to be here while my family dies."

He felt a pang of guilt. He should have been with his parents and brother fighting against their oppressors. Helping them to oppose the tyrants and if possible winning the war. But how can a boy of twelve bring a great change to the battle which they would surely lose. He might have lost his family too now. 

"But my job isn't done yet. I will fight." he said out aloud. "I will avenge my family's death and the insult against my clan."

Whatever he does he must not disclose his identity. Else the battle is lost forever.

Author's Note

This is just a prologue. How is it?