I… must… have… Dragon Age!
After watching this footage right here, I
swear, I get that strong need to play… but like everyone else, I must wait
until October for Dragon Age III: Inquisition.
By then, I should have my Ps4.
Meanwhile, been rebuilding Part I intro to
SG:I. Apologies for not showing this one before, and just skipping to Part II’s
intro preview… but hey, I did show the Prologue of Umbra Divinius of Dark and
how he creates Shadara. Yeah… a straight ‘Genesis I’… sort of.
My novel is not Shadow Genesis for
nothing, so I had to make it ‘work’. To make up for that ‘skipperoo’ I present
Part I preview of SG:I, introducing Malice herself… and her ‘cute insomnia’.
PART I
A tiring sky calms its tears,
easing the rain away for a coming siesta. In its wake, a lively luna above
rests to a darkening light above a shroud of colorful aurorae, Eos Veil, tapering
to a faint shining spread. A lazy mass of winking stars mingle in its spread,
stars that could shine no brighter behind its tiresome hues. Captivating, for anyone
bound by land can easily lose themselves in a marvel upon the millions upon
millions of stars sprawled along its dark. It is to say, that the uncountable
populace living in the world’s largest city more than likely failed to lift
their heads. The busy streets of Centra, the capital city of Darkgear Prime, is
notorious for its mesmeric sights, more so than what a stargazer would claim
far best than the typical urbane of city life.
The central city’s popularity stems
from the very heart of its outstanding form, housing Shadara realm’s great
sovereignty, the Khan Dynasty.
The Khans retained a rigid declaration
over the realm for many eras. History details an aggressive start to power, and
like any rise to such boundless hegemony, comes the many falls and twisted
perversions staining ones hands in irrefutable transgression. As these series
of events emerge long before the coming of Shadara’s new crown, dark and
ruthless than the now, each bit of indiscretion bears heavy and irksome in
weight upon her shoulders. Last of her family bloodline, Sovereign Malice La’Shade
Khan has a lot to account for. Her birthright is more than just sitting on a
throne she rarely occupies, and more than just wearing a crown that she hardly
fashions herself with. In her opinion, she did not care for material holdings
notating her title, for those and more did not make her a world queen, but it
is what she does in actions far greater than words. That alone shows how
determined and entrusting she has become, believing in the words of those held
dear. Their faith in her tenet gives her strength, including the support of her
people quiescent beneath her far below in the massive city of lights.
She stood there bare foot over-viewing
Centra’s majestic expanse, as far as her beautiful lavender eyes can see, and
she can see to the ends of the city’s great gates tall and without a doubt
teeming with her faithful guard. The soft falling rain no more, she did not
mind the wet surface of her royal terrace. In fact, she welcomes it as few
lasting droplets come shy of damping her deep lavender hair and rich mocha
skin, including a whispering breeze playing her simple gown to dance in a tiny
sway of innocence. Nice to her skin, enough to sooth her habitual thoughts on
events then and now. Including one such musing currently claiming her mind in a
frenzy of intense contemplation.
She could not sleep because of it,
strangely enough.
Her studies complete with books
open and stack upon a table inside, and her bed showing telltale signs of
previous unstill stir. It is apparent she was once at rest before succumbing to
a city trance and gaze, but something for sure haunts her awake.
She feels the answers to her persistent
distress will come soon enough.
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