NOTE: I want to write a book. This is the starting to some random book that I have yet to write.

Prologue

“The girl’s coming.” The man with the scar on his chin leaned forward, eying them all. “She’s coming, and you all know it.”

Silence. A young boy with messy brown hair shifted uncomfortably. “Are you sure?” He piped up. “So soon?”

“Boy, you’ll have to get used to soon,” the scar man snarled. “Because soon is my life, and as is yours now.”

The boy flinched, and his mother, a lady with beautiful auburn hair and green eyes, pulled him closer.

The scar man pounded his fist on the wooden table. “We’ve been waiting for this for hundreds of years!”

“How do you know the girl is coming?” A woman with a pointed nose and ears asked. “Most of your predictions have been wrong in the past.”A murmur of agreement spread throughout the table of people, and the man the the scar’s eyes burned with anger.

“Because,” the scar man growled, “this is the time when we need her most. We’re at war. We are losing. Another city is, we believe, about to attack us, also. They may even be allies with Sikseiop! The creatures of the forest are rumored to have gone against us, also, and we know that we stand no chance if THAT has happened. Unless the girl comes soon, we’re doomed.”

There was more silence, a considering silence, and the pointed woman broke it again with her high voice.“As I said before, Gerald, we don’t know if the other city is going to attack us, OR if the creatures of the forest are plotting against us, too. Sikseiop IS a considerable threat, that I admit, but our forces are strong, too.”

The messy-haired boy said, “I want to be a solider someday!” “Hush!” His mother scolded. “No, you don’t, you will be killed. Start thinking sense and listen.”

The messy-haired boy scowled but did not speak again.

The scar man, Gerald, was running his fat, pink fingers through his greasy black hair. “Virginia, I believe that it will all be revealed in time, although I DO believe that the girl is coming soon.”

Virginia, the pointed lady, stuck her nose into the air. “Believe what you like, Gerald, it does not make it right.”

A man with blonde hair and brown eyes said, “Gerald, Virginia, may I speak?”

“Fine,” Gerald grunted, rolling his eyes. “This better be worth it, Arnold.”

“It will!” Arnold said earnestly. “So, I was just thinking, what if the girl is actually a rabbit-”

“ENOUGH!” Gerald boomed. “Arnold, I am tired of your idiotic statements! If you have something good to say, say it. And you will call me ‘Sir’.”

Arnold hung his head, his sandy blonde hair hanging in his eyes. “Yes, sir.”

Suddenly, a booming sound echoed throughout the room. The messy-haired boy let out a frightened wail and clutched onto his mother. Arnold was shaking. Virginia let out a shriek, and everyone else started running to the door. Except for Gerald.“Stop!” He shouted. “STOP!”

The people stopped everything, except for the messy-haired boy, who was sobbing into his mother’s shirt, “It’s them, it’s them, they’ve come to kill us!”

Ignoring the boy’s cries, Gerald said, “I want everyone to grab a weapon and get under the table now.”

Everyone grabbed a weapon, even the messy-haired boy, who took a small knife. There was another boom once everyone but Gerald was under the table, and then the door to room fell down in a cloud of dust and smoke.

A man, much larger than everyone else in the room, slowly stepped into it, gun ready to fire. He pointed it at Gerald. “You know why I’m here.”

Gerald calmly pointed a gun back at him. “I do.”The man said, “This is a warning, Gerald. If you do not give me what I want, someone will die.”

“No!” Gerald spat. “Never.”

The man cocked his head to one side. “Ah, then you leave me no choice.”

He pointed the gun at the messy-haired boy, and before Gerald could react, fired.The boy let out a terrified scream, but right before the bullet reached him, his mother threw herself over him, taking the bullet got herself, right through her skull, and then flew out again, just missing the boy’s shoulder. The boy’s eyes welled with tears. “Mom!” He wailed. “Mom, please, don’t leave me, Mom!”

The man eyed the boy coldly. “Let this be a warning, GERALD,” he hissed.

Gerald clutched his gun, but was in too much shock to shoot. And then, as fast as the man had entered, he was gone.