Prologue: The Crennok. (Un-Avatar)

[Alyara]

~This is the prologue to a book I tend to write. I started it about three months ago, but came down with a case of hardcore writer's block. so hopefully getting some feedback might help cure it. Be honest about what you think, constructive criticism is essential for my process.~


Life is a gift to us, a perfect dream admist the swirling chaos of the universe. So equisite, so beautiful, so otherworldly that sometimes destruction is neccessary to retain its fragile beauty.

Fourteen centuries ago, on the Isle of Tanack hidden deep within the Valley of the Red Mountains, an old and most powerful sorceress named Elevai, mistrustful of the human race and disgusted with the ways of the world falling into the shadow of the one they called the God of Light, out of rage unleashed a demonic monstrosity named the Crennok out into the world. A malicious fire demon unbound from the very depths of Hell, taller than the mountaintop of Crevaso, so vile, so horrifying in appearance and intent that the very name struck fear among the villages surronding the Isle and hushed naughty children late in the night. Blue flames rose from the feet of the creature, like a wildfire waiting to spread its wretched disease among the countryside. The body was comprised of iron bands entwining with the rotting flesh hanging off its blackened bones. The heads were of the ghouls of Hades, long canine heads with jaws that could crush rock with the slightest touch as they curved downward beyond the thick neck. All around this rotting corpse flies rose to the heavens and settled among the curves and joints, feasting on the body as it ambled thru the valley.

The Crennok had one true purpose, to destroy the Sun, the one true power of Life among the worlds, for the earth would then grow dark as demons and their ilk rose from the abyss and over ran the world, claiming it for themselves. To destroy everything; human, animals, trees, the oceans, all were up for desicration and submittion to the realm of shadows. Releasing the creature from the Elder Tree of Mitervia, the massive oak that nestled its roots in the very center of the Isle, Crennok dispatched Elevai with such ease as he burned the flesh from her very bones, surely nothing could stop it from ruining the world. He drove his hand deep within the earth and tore it open to the very depths, releasing the minions locked in the abyss for thousands of years. The horde stretched quickly over the land, pillaging life as they ran across the valley floor at such speed there was no time to issue warning.

Great fires were seen from Crevaso, the highest mountaintop to the lowest stretch of the valley. The recent dead, victims of the rampaging demons, once bright pale beautiful creatures, were risen once more by Crennok's awful dark magic, swarming survivors and disembowling them at such speed it rivaled the fastest horses many times over. With a dead and merciless army quickly increasing in number by the minute, all hope seemed lost and life at a tragic end to the humans.

As it seemed the battle was nearly won, and life itself over, from the Isle the youngest coven of witches, the Azerla, sent in one mage as their last chance against the darkness sweeping the land. Selphinor, the son of seventeen summers, the very last hope there was to be had, was sent to crush the demon and send it back to the putrid depths once and for all.

But it was too late.....