"What are you doing?" I nervously motioned to the stack of papers at my desk. "Writing a history." Even through his featureless black mask I could feel his eyebrow rise. "Why?"
"History is written by he who sits on the throne. Should we fail... I wish not for our cause to be villianized."
"Is that even a word?"
"But you know what I mean, no?" The man gave off a light chuckle. "Well, the council don't start for another hour; let me hear what you have to say, O great historian of the Sirens!" His ominous laughter continued, but I could tell he was in a good mood. "Calamity, sir, I don't think-"
"Humour me, Guilt." I sighed heavily and lifted the first leaf and read. "'The light of dawn pierced the sky over the South Ken prison.'"
"South Ken, huh?"
"A thousand guards, twelve assassins, and three prisoners."
"Do go on."
"And this is where our history begins..."
"A thousand guards, twelve assassins, and three prisoners."
"Do go on."
"And this is where our history begins..."
Hook, line, and sinker.
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ReplyDeleteFinally, I get to read some of this plot you two always talk about! May I point out one thing though, I didn't catch that their names were Guilt and Calamity at first, but I figured that's what it was by the end of the passage. The choice of names really intrigues me, so great way to hook the audience.
DeleteWow. This is a really intriguing premise. I can't wait to read more! Now, onto the reason I'm doing this.
ReplyDeleteThe man *opens* the door, not *open*
The phrasing might sound better if the Guilt say "No? But you know what I mean." that might make it easier to read, but that might have been the syntax you were going for
Calamity says "the council don't start for another hour," but I don't know enough of his personal dialect to know if that was intentional or not
This is a very nice prologue. Very catchy