Prologue

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Tate Abbott sat in his metal cell, feeling his sweat slowly collect on his eyebrows. His choppy brown hair, a sopping mess due to the bristling heat. Shaking him from his thoughts, a huge "gong" rang out and the lasers surrounding his cell dropped. Frantically, he jumped up and collapsed almost as fast due to dehydration and heat exhaustion. A strange yet familiar man once again appeared and spelled out the letters S, D, S, D, B, in sign language. One of the few languages he had mastered including: Spanish, Italian, Russian, and Mandarin. Remembering this irritated Tate even more because he had the drive to learn about everything he could possibly know about everything there was and how it came to be. Tate had the desire to become an Electrochemical engineer to discover the process of Cold Fusion and make it available to the world. Tate approached the man with caution and was shocked at the man's apparel. He wore a black leather jacket, black pants, black boots and carried this weird purse. Tate reaches to shake the man's hand. As soon as contact was made, Tate awoke in the King's throne room once again forced to make the choice on which one of his family and friends would have to perish and which ones would live. He had five people to choose from and all were ready to sacrifice themselves for the good of the others. Refusing to make a decision once again, Tate crossed his legs and focused back on that cell. Tate has been at this for a total of sixteen hours. He thought of the letters and what they could imply. When he finally figured out the strange man was trying to tell him, the names of the people he loved the most, Tate almost screamed in glee. Skyler, Derek, Summer, Dylan, and Brandon. With the thought of Brandon's name, Tate abruptly passed out.



Hey y'all. This is the prologue for a book I am writing. I would appreciate it if y'all send advice my way. Thanks!!!

Eric

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