Gemini Moon: Royal Moons
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,216
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue: Beneath the Earth- 00.01
Prologue I
Beneath the Earth
It is against the laws of all Dark Races, to share what is to be recorded here. If the humans knew the truth, we would all be hunted down like dogs, slaughtered. Our blood would turn the earth to mud and water the trees of the Forests of Selene until even the fanged dryads’ thirst was slaked.
But it is time for the story to be told.
The Elders call it legend. Sires and dams of all Races retell the tale as a bedtime story. But it is truth. I have found the records, hidden away by the Chroniclers of the ancient times, written on crumbling bits of paper in ink once black and now faded as dust and cobwebs. I've held the ancient records in my hands, read the words written upon the pages, and discovered the truths behind the myths. Once, a princess of our Race became a Vampire. Once, the Remesians had a King not of our Race. Once, we were allied to the Fae. Once, our Kings sought the words of the Dragonfly. Once, we paid homage to the Great King of the Wolves. Once, the Wolves of Dyre were our most beloved companions.
Once, but no longer.
For this discovery, my great crime, I was thrust into a tiny cell beneath the earth, with a single candle to light my darkness. No moonlight. No space to roam and pace and bound, as our kind should. A prison, a box, a cage.
Very soon now, the Black Crescents will be coming to kill me. Once the full moon rises, they will pierce my heart with the silver sword of the Black King and slit my throat with a silver knife, and watch me bleed to death upon the ground. Then all will be forgotten.
Except by you. You will listen, and the story will continue. You will learn it, and once learned, you will tell the tale to another. It cannot be forgotten, or this war will never end. It must be remembered, once and for all. We cannot give up hope that one day it will end. The Queens of the Old Time did not surrender or admit defeat. Neither shall I, and neither shall you.
How did it begin, their tale, their war?
Listen to the story.
Listen… and remember.
Beneath the Earth
It is against the laws of all Dark Races, to share what is to be recorded here. If the humans knew the truth, we would all be hunted down like dogs, slaughtered. Our blood would turn the earth to mud and water the trees of the Forests of Selene until even the fanged dryads’ thirst was slaked.
But it is time for the story to be told.
The Elders call it legend. Sires and dams of all Races retell the tale as a bedtime story. But it is truth. I have found the records, hidden away by the Chroniclers of the ancient times, written on crumbling bits of paper in ink once black and now faded as dust and cobwebs. I've held the ancient records in my hands, read the words written upon the pages, and discovered the truths behind the myths. Once, a princess of our Race became a Vampire. Once, the Remesians had a King not of our Race. Once, we were allied to the Fae. Once, our Kings sought the words of the Dragonfly. Once, we paid homage to the Great King of the Wolves. Once, the Wolves of Dyre were our most beloved companions.
Once, but no longer.
For this discovery, my great crime, I was thrust into a tiny cell beneath the earth, with a single candle to light my darkness. No moonlight. No space to roam and pace and bound, as our kind should. A prison, a box, a cage.
Very soon now, the Black Crescents will be coming to kill me. Once the full moon rises, they will pierce my heart with the silver sword of the Black King and slit my throat with a silver knife, and watch me bleed to death upon the ground. Then all will be forgotten.
Except by you. You will listen, and the story will continue. You will learn it, and once learned, you will tell the tale to another. It cannot be forgotten, or this war will never end. It must be remembered, once and for all. We cannot give up hope that one day it will end. The Queens of the Old Time did not surrender or admit defeat. Neither shall I, and neither shall you.
How did it begin, their tale, their war?
Listen to the story.
Listen… and remember.