I'm going to just post the prologue. It is a little short, but I want to know what you guys think of it before I start posting chapters. Sometimes I read back on my writing and I sort of cringe because I think it looks stupid afterwards.
Anyone who writes would probably know that feeling. Anyways here it is. Enjoy.PROLOGUE
Sometimes there are moments when it’s easy to re-live something so vividly in your mind, especially if it’s something that has had a massive impact.
At one point as this great construction was falling down about her and she was clueless, as shards of rock and marble and debris struck her and near missed her, as the whole universe seemed to shake beneath her dainty feet, she took a moment to try and imagine how she would get through It;
that if she died, would she immediately be greeted by the face of Tensess himself and a warm heavenly sun? Would she meet her many ancestors and dance with them in the golden rays and feast, celebrating life, death, and everything in-between?
Or would a deep, endless blackness surround her forever, with the torturing howls of a thousand demons and the cruel laughter of all her enemies, the fierce grip of fear, the constant motion of falling and not knowing where and when she would land.
Her body, her mind, her soul wouldn’t let her imagine.
Overwhelming dizziness and deep wounds rapidly bleeding, and the voices of strangers telling her to move, to survive, was all she could remember.
And had she not made it out, what would she have missed?
“Clement De Desirae is dead.”
She remembered hearing people die, innocent people-- like her-- being crushed like small flowers, one by one. She remembered what it was to see what it looked like in the eyes of a stranger who wanted to take her life, for the first time. In her mind she saw it again, running down through the great winding steps of Clement’s Tower that was falling to its ruined grave fast behind her. She knew from that moment, as she stood within the vast walls of Kania’s new capital re-living it again in her mind, that she would never, ever, forget this memory.
Kal, you should do more of those. 
