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This is the prologue of a novel that's been stalled for awhile. I'm almost 29,000 words into it, but I've reached a turning point and don't know where to turn.
Don't worry, I'm not posting the whole thing, just a bit at a time. As I said, here's the prologue. Any advice, opinion, etc. are always welcome. Thanks in advance to those who read and those who help as well.
I don't have PM. My e-mail: email@example.com
It was in the grey light of pre-dawn, with white-silver mist slowly traveling over a calm lake. Dark water was lapping gently on to the eastern shore. There was an extremely gentle breeze, just strong enough to gingerly waive the tops of ancient oak trees surrounding the lake. Despite its peaceful appearance, there was turmoil just under the surface. Not that human eyes could have detected it, but it was there nevertheless.
There were two of them. But, to the human eye they would’ve been nothing more than fog or mist. No physical form was normally seen with these creatures. It was supposed to be that way. Although, they appeared to be nothing more than visible moisture, and their voices like the drone of a moth’s wings, they were actually more. Much more.
"Simmons finally succumbed."
"How long? How long exactly?"
"Never mind. You were right, like always. You can forget about gloating. Every time you end up being right, it hurts us. It means another has failed and we have to start over. Again."
"Yes. I know. But, I was not gloating. Not much, anyway. I know we have to start over, but something tells me this will be the last time we have to do so."
"Yes. I think we have finally found him."
"Why? Why do you think he will be the one to unite us?"
"Why do I always know? I just do. I was told, like I always am. I have my gift and you have yours. Just like we all do."
"Yes. I know. So this man..."
"This, Hunter, is going to be the one? He will be the one that will finally unite our world with theirs? What makes him different than all of the others that have failed before him?"
"Because he doesn't care if he lives or dies. In fact, that is the reason he is coming here in the first place, to see if he will die. To see if nature will take its course.”
"Suicidal subjects will not unite the worlds, you know that. It is forbidden for us to-"
"I did not say he was suicidal."
"I said he does not care if he dies or not. I did not say he wants to die, even if he thinks he does. Besides, as flawed as he is, as much as he hates and doubts himself, he still refuses to end his own life."
"One might think him more cowardly than anything else, especially considering what happened to his family."
"Well, that 'one' would be wrong and should be careful what he says, especially when making assumptions based on half-truths and gossip. That would be very dangerous indeed."
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry. Let’s just say I have my doubts about this Hunter."
"Doubt all you want, but do not communicate those doubts to the others. And don’t forget what you said earlier."
"I am always right."
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