Everman stepped into a world that was not his own, a world which hell had consumed. He stood, looking about with the wide-eyed curiosity of a newborn, thrust for the first time into a strange and frightful new world. He stood slack jawed, his arms hanging limp at his sides. At the sight, he was left without thought, without speech, without even a breath until the ache of his lungs reminded his brain of that essential function.
The soldier’s barracks was contained within the massive castle. Past a single short corridor, built near the king’s chambers for his own protection, the barracks was a series of lengthy rooms linked together. Together they held enough cots and shelving for every soldier in the employ of the city. Massive hearths, now standing cold and empty, kept warm the entire barracks during the cold season. A hundred torches, set at intervals along the walls, lit the living area and the arching wooden ceiling above. Rugs and pelts of the local wildlife adorned the walls and flooring, providing much-needed shielding against the seeping cold of the stone floor.
Caleb Everman crouched down behind the tall grasses, keeping a close eye on the enemy encampment just ahead. Around him were some of the bravest soldiers he knew.
To his left, Gabriel knelt behind a bush, an excited grin on his face and an easy confidence about him. His blade was drawn halfway out of its sheath as he waited, anxious to begin the attack. And he would take out many of their numbers, Everman knew. Gabriel was one of the best swordsmen fighting under the banner of the Unicorn.
“Son of a bitch! It worked!”
“Did you expect it not to? You're the one that's been telling us that this damned thing would work from the beginning!”
“I did? I did! Well then, goddamn right it works! I told you this damned thing would work, didn't I?”
Thornton Vance, the imposing and eternally disgruntled Mr. Vance, leaned back in his over-sized office chair, causing it to groan loudly under his immense weight. He wove his fingers together and settled his wide chins on top of them whilst glaring daggers at Mr. Farr. Mr. Farr, in turn, furrowed his bushy gray eyebrows together and flipped his employer the bird.
C Withey here. What you see here is the prologue to my novel entitled Everman and Uriel, the first and entirely finished novel of my creation. Compared to what I've done in the past, it's hefty, weighing in at 66 thousand words. Once I have the funding, I will seek appropriate representation for it and get it bound in paper and set in place along side the millions of other books 'like' it.
I post it here as a treat to the people of Oort-Cloud, for this is the one work I'm most fond of, the crown jewel of my meager collection.