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Hello. My name is Mordred De Ville. Ever seen the tag "Unreliable Narrator" in fanfiction? That would be me. Your favourite narrator. Fuck, I've held this intro for too long.
Let me tell you my story. You may think, wow, Mordred. I really don't fucking care.
Yeah, well, how 'bout you shut the hell up 'cause I literally didn't ask you. You were the one who picked up their device of choice, opened WATTPAD, the literal bottom of the barrel of books, and actually ended up deciding to read this bullshit.
What? You just want me to tell the damn story already?
Fine. Let me bring you to March 18th, 2007.
Where it all went completely wrong.
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Well, I'm a thirteen-year-old boy (at the time, remember that this is the prologue) who is currently relaxing at a mountainside hot spring with his friends.
Lucky for me, the mountainside is accompanied by the rolling hills of the expansive planes of my hometown, Stone Creek. Meaning, I didn't have to walk far. The hike upward was fifteen minutes up, and I could easily run back down the paved path carving into the earth.
The lake/hot spring itself was a huge crater on the side of the mountain, which stuck out like a sore thumb from the rest of the flat terrain. People called it the 'Thumb of Anubis'. Me personally, I think it was too big to be a thumb- Oh right, I'm supposed to be thirteen right now. Oopsie.
Anyway, the moment was seemingly stuck in an eternally happy fever dream. At least, that's how I wish it'd stayed. Wrapped up in a gossamer photo and left to yellow and fade in the back of the closet until I became yellow and faded myself and decided to take a little walk down memory lane. My little spur of thought was ever so rudely interrupted by my best friend (curse her cute face), waddling up to me; dripping wet and holding a fish in her bare hands.
"MOR! I CAUGHT ONE!!" Skylar Jasons declared, shaking her short blonde hair vigorously, effectively getting me all wet. She was like a dog. A female dog.
"Good job... I guess?" I said dryly, reaching for a towel next to me. I threw it at her and she caught it, audibly shuddering as she realized,
"God, you're such a little priss. You should get in the water." She whined, stretching to pop her back, fish still in hand.
"I'm good staying dry. Thank you very much." I quipped. She threw the fish back into the lake behind her and grabbed my hand. I knew what was about to happen.
"Ahahah funny Skye, let go of me-" I started laughing nervously, but I was cut off by the loudest, most earth-shaking, and magnified noise I had ever heard. The water in the lake shook, and my other friends who had been playing in the water up until now stopped what they were doing abruptly. I turned to the source of the sound in confusion and alarm.
"The hell was that?!" Gasped Skylar, her eyes widening. I bit my lip and ran to a vantage point where I could see the village. A bad feeling spread across my chest as I ran as fast as I could to the cliff overlooking the village.
That's when I saw it.
The irony was how beautiful it was. A cerulean sky painted a perfect backdrop for a tragedy. Evergreen trees acted like curtains, partially obscuring the viewpoint from the cliff. Ashy smoke was beginning to pillar from the sky, turning it a foul, sticky shade of reddish-green as every second pushed the clock's heavy-hearted hands forward. Houses made of cobblestone and thatched with moss and straw were being engulfed in whooshing flames of gold, and the screaming and sobbing had turned into a chorus of the gods.
My eyes widened. What happened? I didn't have to wait another second for an answer. A flash of blue metal caught my attention, and then I noticed thousands of little figures grabbing our people, throwing them into the streets and slitting their throats. I gasped.
The Hyelians, our nation's worst enemies, had attacked us. Five years of peace all shattered like a mirror on concrete. The scraps gone to the wind forever, spreading like the ashes and embers that rained from the sky.
