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PROLOGUE

    Now, Blutarch Mann had been dead for nearly five hours now.  But nobody seemed to mourn him – he was a man of high status, wealthy, and had a league of attendants – but nobody really cared.  Perhaps, however, I should tell you that he died every day; after all, he was over three centuries old.

    You are probably extremely confused by this point, without the proper knowledge, hence the prologue here which explains the background of the story.  Concerning those familiar with the story of the Mann family, you may go ahead and skip this section, unless you feel the necessity to read it for reaffirmation.

    Zepheniah, Blutarch, and Redmond Mann were a family, but not happy at all.  By this point in history, Zepheniah, the father, had already passed away.  He was rich beyond imagination, and upon death, his lands were to be divided amongst his two sons, Redmond and Blutarch.  It is fairly clear that this would cause complications, his sons being no saints.  Each wanted to take all the land for themselves, resulting in an everlasting feud.

    So Blutarch was dead, as he had been for hundreds of times already.  He was seated in a chair, with unwelcoming plugs and electrodes placed over his body.  As for the room itself, it was dark, cold, humid – exactly how you would imagine a mad scientist's laboratory to be.  But Blutarch was no mad scientist.

    All this time, there was a mechanical noise in the background.  Some would call it the turning of well-oiled gears; but to others, it sounded more like humming of very strong electrical currents.  So the lights came on, and the sound grew louder.  Lightning struck him, penetrating his body and releasing a wave of heat.

    There was a blinding flash of light, and Blutarch was alive again.  Thousands of miles away, Redmond jerked back to life as well.

What do you guys think? This was my first attempt at writing, and yes, I do do everything ^^

Oh, and if you're just going to say "very nice", then please don't say it at all. Go ahead and criticize me. I'm made of tough stuff, you know.

Last edited by nextstorm (2011-11-08 01:22:59)