The following is a prologue that I had written as a project for my Grade 9 ELA class. We were supposed to think of a novel to write, and then write the prologue for it. I we never had to actually write a novel, therefor, I never continued writing any more for this. I MAY decide to work on some chapters for it. Also, I apologize for the fact that I don't have it properly formatted with paragraphs and proper sentences. I'm literally just copy and pasting it. So, bare with me, and I hope you enjoy it :)! Also, I'd like to note that the characters in the story are my own OC's. I will eventually upload reference sheets of them when I get the chance too.
A New Beginning
It was the middle of winter and the Earth was covered in a blanket of cold
white fleecy fluff. It all seemed to be far to inviting, for it was just the first
day after the war that swept over the country of Zeythuria. It was a time of
new beginnings, the time of a new era, the Adanac era. This is an era where
everyone is equal, everyone gets a free education, no one is in poverty, and
everyone has a home to live in. But there was still an uneasiness amongst the
the people Zeythuria, for the scars of the war that once seemed to have no
end would never be able to fade away, just as the horrifying memories will
never be forgotten. But perhaps the dawn of this new era will be able to
at least heal the scars a little and make the memories more distant. This a
couple of hopes the people of Zeythuria are looking towards happening.
some of the people just think it’s a lost cause, but a group of young
students are wanting to prove them wrong, that there can be a happy ending,
if your just willing to believe that there’s a chance instead of doubting it. But
in order to do this they have to travel the country, maybe even the world,
maybe the pain can never be healed, or the memories forgotten, but maybe
they can at least show their country, and its people that there are others out
there suffering even more then they, people still in poverty, people without
equal rights, people without a home, people with no one to call family, people
who just don’t seem to exist in the eyes of the people like them, people who
have something to live for, people who have everything that they don’t, and
maybe, just maybe, they can also make a difference in the lives of, everyone. It
may take a long time, it may not happen even in this generation, but it will
happen, it just has to. So the young group of students, Luereth, Draikou,
Demion and Damien set out on their quest to prove the “doubters” wrong.
the first thing they wanted to do was help as many people from other counties
and get a documentary of their life story, so that the people of their own
country will know that there are others out there that are still suffering, and
that they should be grateful for the second chance that they were given in life
and the new freedom that they have proudly received from this new era.
Perhaps they could even make a petition against the way that some of these
People were being treated and then one day there would be no suffering
People. Everyone in the world would have equal rights, and then there would
No longer be any reasons for a war, and everyone of the world would have no
Reason to hate, or to discriminate. Everyone would live in harmony and live
With out fear or pain and suffering. Shouldn’t that be what life is like?
A time of existence where you don’t have to wonder if your going to wake up
tomorrow, or what might be creeping in the shadows, but an existence worth
remembering, and one that is full of many cherish able memories made from
experiences with loved ones and friends. After several years of traveling, the
young group of students that have been on the quest to prove to the
“doubters” that the new life that they have been given is one worth cherishing,
And that there really are others out there that are in a far worse situation
then they, have finally returned to their homeland, only to find, that there
Nothing left of what was once the village they grew up in.
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