So, heres the deal. I wanted a book with a setting in the past but there are so many things that we can relate to alot more easily in the present. so, i've fixed the problem. Time warping...sorta.
So, heres the very beginning of my story. Its gonna be called...
Deathguise!
A bright spinning multi-hued flash of light. A hard something rushes out to hit my head and then snaps. A rough but oddly soft surface rushes up to catch my back and another hard something hits me in the back of the head. I open my eyes just enough to see that the sky was dark blue, and deduced that the sun was just rising.
Then blackness.
I jolted up, becoming dizzy and letting my torso fall back down. There are birds chirping, and the sound wakes me up from my half sleep. I open my eyes and realize I’m in a forest. It smells like spring, but the weather is still cold. I regain the composure I don't ever remember having and slow my quick breathing. Head aching, I stand up to look around and drink in my surroundings.
I’ve already surmised that I’m in a forest but I don’t know which one. Around me I hear hushed footsteps and open my mouth to beckon them towards me hoping to ask where I am, but before I speak I quickly shut it before my breath can make it to my mouth.
I’m in a forest, I tell myself.
Dangerous animals live in the forest.
I quietly move a for a few minutes roughly circling the spot where I had awaken to get my blood flowing. I try to remember why I’m here, but I can’t. I can barely remember anything past the bright flash of light, and this scares me. My heart rate starts accelerating.
I can remember the basic stuff though, so I guess that comes as a little consolation. For example, I now know that the something that had rushed out to hit my head was a branch, and what I had landed on was a newly developing bush that was oddly soft, even to a guy who cant remember anything. Stopping, I lift up my arms to look at them, checking if they were cut or bruised from the fall, but they didn’t look like normal human hands, they were prosthetic. But I don’t remember what put them on my arms, nor did I know the necessity for the replacement. I examined them closely and found that they were strangely unique.
My hands… In my right palm is an inset sphere that glows with physically clashing edged strands of black and yellow that resemble electricity. Extending away from the sphere, but still connected to it, are glowing, pulsating blue strips that–are one-fourth of a centimeter in width–reach all the way down my fingers to the tips, and there they expand into a circle that is three-fourths of a centimeter in diameter. My left hand is the same way, except for the fact that the sphere and glowing blue strips are on the back of my left hand, rather than on the palm, and in the sphere, rather than black and yellow electricity, is a dull shade of purple.
Hmm, electricity. I started forward again, walking into the shade of the ever-encroaching trees and spot a mound of dirt, cleared of any shrubbery to my right. I stare at it, concentrating, contemplating my options.
I continue gazing at the mound, and in one quick, compulsive movement I thrust my arm towards the pile of dirt, without moving my torso, and snapped the thumb and middle finger of my right hand together. And, as I predicted, a thin and relatively weak bolt of lightning struck the dirt, solidifying the topmost patch into a glass-like substance.
If you don't love it i'll shank you.
No pressure.
