Within a large spiraled stone tower, an ebony-rimmed glass stood centre over a sweet cherry wood table. It was fairly dark, as the sun had said its farewells to the midnight blue sky, leaving the earth exposed to the dark — except for the odd candle glows throughout the tower. Nature’s song lulled the nearby forests into a pleasant slumber. You could hear it from the slanted windows; it was hard resisting joining in alongside it. The stone walls were rough and cold, although comforting for they were a somewhat pleasant shelter. A hard clunking sound came up the spiral steps, and an old fellow emerged. He was small and meek-looking, yet his grey eyes told of age and wisdom. He wore a simple black robe that was faded with age.
He stepped closer to the table. With a weathered hand outstretched, he traced the outlines of the ebony rim and focused on the glass. He leaned in, looking deeply into the glass before him and analysing each detail. He muttered something, and the clouds swirling over the glass's surface began to change. Strange shapes began to appear in the glass -- a hand here, a face there, a tree near the bottom, all of them twisted and demented. The old man leaned in closer until his nose almost touched the glass, and his body went slack as he fell under the glass's spell.
“There is a massive world I see. It holds many secrets - for that, I continue to look. There is much death and destruction here; I can see the past and the future, and believe this pain will never end. Many thousands have died from false leadership, many times crimson droplets rained down. Like our own world, there are many languages, but the different quantities of those tongues are vast. The different cultures are ever-changing as it separates the people. Towards our cities great towers loom, which rip into the skies, in their cities nothing is there, except the harsh atmosphere so unbearable it's nothingness. Across it metal dragons fly, holding many within its belly. Many billions occupy our over-crowded place, draining its spirit rapidly as they grow in number. This world contains such vast knowledge it appears alien and unreal to the eye. However, this world is full of greed and hate. Thick smogs grow to smother the planet with unearthly embers, encasing it and blocking out the sun. The old wonders begin to fade as the new rockets upward. This is the world that begins to forget its own history.
"But there is hope. I see its people fighting to protect it. I see the weak given strength once more. I see forgiveness emerging from lost souls. This is a world that has potential, if led in the right direction.”
Looking at Alaga?sia through the complex naked eye looks like nothing, a minor normal star but through a telescope you can see the glimmer of three stars, these three stars, when joint up are the constelations that make up Alaga?sia. In fact they are not normal stars they are a dissolved planets which came togetheer in the atmosphere, making up one of the most descreet planets in the galaxy. You couldn't really call Alaga?sia a planet, it is more a floating world. Heaven or hell, maybe neither, maybe both. Nobody knows what it up there, and nobody wants to know either. The smartest of all scientests have looked into it, and they just thought it was a few more stars in the universe, but I think I might know more.Is this a good front page of my book.Alaga?sia - pronounced ala-gizsha?
It's good, really cool. You have a great imagination!
There's more right? :) I mean, now you've got me interested, you're going to keep writing, right?
Alaga?sia, that's a nice name...exotic, and soft sounding...like a flower. It's from the Inheritance Cycle, right? Those a fun books...:)
Hope you post more eventually!
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