Dark World Chronicles (Prolouge)

Being a writer in this day and age entitles a certain leverage in a conversation. Whether you've written a word famous book or just a poem you scratched out one day, you can still say I wrote such and such. Yes, while that is all fine and dandy if you are an average writer not looking into finding anything above the normal three dollar romance, or second hand to be teen fiction than you aren't becoming the writer.

Sighing to myself I read the new paragraph over and over in my head. I wanted to write my story, tell them how I had become a part of the dark world, which though I had grown up in was now submerged so far I was never going to be able to pull out. This dark world I speak of is riddled with the creatures, human, animal and hybrid alike that you were read to as a child in hopes of scaring and causing a false sense of wonder in you. These "creatures" as it seems writers today seem to reference them as, are friends of mine, enemies and even at my own peril, lovers. The reason I decided to file and write my story was to piss my ex-lover off. He is absolutely disgusted with the fact I became the one thing he could never become, the one thing in all of his hundreds of years could never measure up to ever. Though when I went through all the journals, news clippings and paintings I had made cataloging my still continuing life in the dark world, I found there was a new reason to begin this tale. That reason was out of curiosity. I wanted more now than ever to how the world would take in my stories about the dark world. With this very statement I feel it is only necessary to begin, starting with my first true dark world experience as a naive writer.