@ElderGod-Carrots
Okay so I know you don't get many people saying 'critique my prologue' but I would like someone too, please and thank-you. Here it is:
When asked what super power you’d like to have, what would you answer be? Telekinesis? Element manipulation? Time travel? Common answers that many people choose but what about the ability to walk between worlds, to walk between universes? Stupid really, it has only been theorised that there are other worlds, parallel universes, universes where aliens are definitely real. But is it only a theory? Or is it actually real?
The castle that was situated in the middle Kerrian held Yrelta’s best World Walkers. The men and women who were trained to walk between the void and into another universes like their own and some entirely different. It was in the uppermost tower, situated far away from the rest of the castle and in the coldest part of it, did Alex Lowe, Aidan Johnson and Sebastian Miles stand before the castles owner with the most disgusted looks on their faces.
“What do you mean, stay on Earth and protect it?” Aidan asked, placing his hands down harshly on the desk of the elderly man sitting in front of him. Papers flew off the dark stained wood and the man in front of him had the most bored look on his face as he sighed for about the tenth time in the past twenty minutes.
“I mean exactly as I said, Aidan. You three are to go to Earth and stay in a small town called St. Aimes. We’ve caught wind that a Night Stalker has been seen trying to cross the void and into that universe. You three are to make sure no harm comes to those living in this town.” The man said, rubbing at his temples that were creased from years of worry and dealing with the trio in front of him and their shit.
“But why us, Sir?” Seb asked calmly compared to his friend who was frowning so hard it looked like his bottom lip would burst from pressure.
“Because you three are my best Walkers in a very long time.” He replied.
“With all due respect, Sir, that’s a load of bull-”
“We’ll do it,” The third boy in the room, Alex spoke up. He slowly peeled away from the wall he was leaning on, a stack off bookshelves rattling slightly as he did so, “We’ll go, Sir.”
“You can’t be serious Alex?” Aidan raised a brow, turning to his friend with a sense of disbelief, “You want to go to that gods awful place for what, a single Night Stalker?”
“You know how dangerous those creatures are,” Alex growled, stalking to his friend. The inch he had over Aidan in height was showing and he thanked the gods he had it, “Those humans on Earth are weak, they can’t defend themselves so we have to for it for them,” He pointed a tanned finger against his friends chest, “Got it?”
Aidan nodded once, through reluctantly and crossed his arms over his chest, “Fine…” He huffed, blowing a strand of long, brown hair out his face.
The old man sighed loudly, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders as the three boys finally agreed to his plan. He prayed to the gods that Alex would keep Aidan in line. That boy had caused too much trouble already and he didn’t need to be dealing with memory wiping an entire town because of one slip up on their part.
He stood from his desk, walking over to the floor to ceiling windows and out onto the balcony. The grey sky plunged Kerrian into a never-ending darkness, and it was one of those rare moments where he wished they had a sun, like the one that cast that delightful golden glow over Earth. He braced his hands on the twisting silver railing, the cold from the metal nipping at his old, wrinkled skin, worn from age and travelling to distant universes.
The town bellow was a bustle of life. Children carelessly jumping from one end of the street to the other with their power, mothers scolding them when they knocked over a plant pot and it smashed on the cobbled street. The houses were a mess, bordering the winding pathways that only just fit carriages that ventured along them and grey. Everything was grey or a shade of it. Very little colour could be seen from the man’s outlook over the city he had lived in for years. The old church bell struck five o’clock, the ominous rattling of the bells vibrating their sound across the city of grey.
“You’ll go tonight,” He said after a moment, the three boys joining him on observing the world bellow them, “You’ll go tonight and you are to attend the high school in St Aimes, teenagers have a wonderful skill of spreading news and gossip where ever they go,” He waved a hand idly, “Protect the students, too, of course.”
“Yes yes,” Aidan mumbled, still frowning, “We get it.”
Alex rolled his eyes, sending one of his deathly, ice cold glares towards his friend who just shrugged a shoulder in return, unfazed.
Seb sighed, shaking his head and running a hand through his own hair, his pale fingers catching on the blonde strands, “Well, this is going to be fun.”
