Escaping the End Prologue

Introduction

This is the prologue to Escaping the End. A story residing in the same universe and detailing the many events leading up to Last Hero by J. L. Tracey. In the prologue we will witness the creation of an entire world, a world that resides in a dimensional rift. The prologue is very important to the over-all story and Mykala must come to understand it, and learn about as it could be the key to their survival.


Escaping the End Prologue

A great light sprang forth over a boundless sky. The sky fractured and spewed forth molten magma. The magma quickly hardened, forming plains and hills. A mighty thunder rumbled as the sky began to broil and churn. Torrential rain flooded everything, forming deep valleys and rivers. Where it pooled became lakes and ponds. The source of the water seemed endless, and as it flowed a thick fog covered the new land. Exotic plants of all kinds grew quickly, maturing and filling the land. A great mist covered the ground and from the mist rose all the wild life. The creatures moved about, instantly feeling a familiarity with their new home.

A voice spoke, a voice of unison from the immortals and creator of this world. For years the immortals sought to create life for themselves, but always without success; always ending in horrible death. Now they created life for the sole purpose of life itself, and they looked upon their creation and smiled. Yet something was still missing.

The voices of the immortals called out and formed the laws for the land, for the land to expand exponentially, for a new sun to dawn every morning and a great many moons to rise at night, to glow softly. They then went into the land, and began to construct marvelous buildings. By the sweat of their brows and millenniums of experience they created an entire village. Yet the buildings were not for themselves but for their greatest creation yet. With great care they harvested minerals from the ground and collected water from a nearby stream. From the air they harvested elements and lastly added a part of themselves. They took all this and created a crude cast resembling themselves. From the cast they made not one, but many. Then by their spoken word the castings cracked and shuttered. First a finger, then a hand; beings began to break from the shells created by the immortals. . .

J.L. Tracey

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