Shadow Genesis: Inception
Prologue (Preview)
This
prologue has been rewritten several times since the original prelude in my
current novel. Being this is a 'Reboot', I wanted the prologue to sound scriptural.
My family is a mix religion sort. Not everyone is on the same page with
religion as a whole, but we all respect one another’s beliefs. From
Christianity to Islam, this big family tree of trees of mine is very diversified.
Me being a spiritual sort, is open to a wide range of religious and spiritual
beliefs, because I was taught not to judge others and respect all (respect
begets respect ultimately).
When
writing this prologue, my idea is to implement a scripture from an actual ‘biblical’
tome (re-reading Genesis 1 for an idea) in the universe said story lives within.
I am still developing the references of said passage and the one responsible
for that excerpt since with this prologue, it is from an ancient book
explaining the creation of Shadow Genesis’s world Shadara. Originally Shadow
Realm (Shadowrealm for a short time in revisions), the world is very unique
thus unlike the usual descriptions of your typical fantasy realm. Not saying
that all other works of fiction are boring and typical in world descriptions,
for in truth I have learned from those very works. Beating my brain, Shadara is
born as I have stripped Shadow Realm from its title. Shadowrealm however is
still a secondary name for outsiders.
Back
on the prologue below, this is what I have now in second draft. I hope you all
enjoy this biblical like creation as it explains how its ‘god’, as well as the
first sentient beings to inhabit it conceive Shadara. Call it a glimpse into historical
records or something.
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First, there is darkness. Then
there is light. The light breaks to a shimmer, scattering its infinite
brilliance. Thus birthing twilight’s dark. Inside the cradle of stars, a realm
is born. By breath of its maker, roaming still its watery wake, he deems his
creation forever in life, to live endlessly in its cradle of stars. So he
blankets the night sky with eos veil, and from his finger, the light of Luna.
The maker saw his work in please, and he divides Luna from eternal night. Where
night is awake beneath Luna’s light, darkness is even, while Luna’s light
breaks darkness to dawn.
The maker deems this so with
please, then parts its watery seas, and within its airy gap comes land. The
maker molds and erects the land; its water recedes and gathers around it. Now
land exists with sea, and the maker is pleased. So he waves his hand across barren
land, sprouting from voiceless call comes the flora of life. The realm grows
with vegetation: from the smallest of plants to the greatest of trees, all
bestowed by the will of its maker.
Then the maker waves his hand once
more, and from the flora comes the realms wild creatures of land, sky, and sea.
The maker saw this with please, but his creation is still incomplete.
From the core of his being, the
maker’s flesh of life is harvest. He waves his hand once more, and the flesh of
his being spreads across the realm. Flesh becomes sentient and with the wild
and its creatures lives the first of his image. The maker saw this with please,
and so the firsts will rule over all creatures of land, sky, and sea.
The firsts as design will soften
the realm with great diversity and swell in greater number. As the maker saw
this too with please, he brings forth his last creations: the heart of the
world, and its kin.
From the realm’s heart surface the
true kind, kindred of the core and overseers of the entire world and all that
is existing. He gives them a name, “Dark Elementai,” and all of the names of
the firsts who now roam. He names the world’s core after his own, and all that
is edible is theirs to consume.
Then the maker said to them. “I,
Umbra Divinius of Dark, give you the world, the beloved nightrealm of Shadara,
made in my image, and forever in dark's twilight. Embrace its creation, and rule
its eternal course. Know its creatures, the mass of shadaran kind, and guard its
crux that beats beneath its earth, for it is the reason of your existence, the
life core of all that is my creation. Know the passage of time, guided by
night’s Luna, and all its periods and recess.”
The dark elementai and the firsts
of shadaran kind follow his words, and with the last of his breath, he ignites
the world. From the center of its core light rises and lives. Illuminating
within every plant, stone, and creature of chosen. The realm of Shadara illumes
with life, as light and dark lives in harmony. The maker saw his creation
complete, while into the twilight’s dark he ebbs with please.
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