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I will have two prologues so vote for the one you want or think is better. (these were written over a year ago so don't criticize, I just copied and pasted from word, I will edit these and I enjoy feedback so comment or pm me). If you like this one better pm me and tell me that prologue 1 is better and tell me any improvements you have for It.


He ran his heart was pounding. He was breathing so hard that he had to stop to catch his breath. He looked back towards where he was fleeing. Everything was silent except for the trees rustling in the wind. He waited he was panting so hard that his pursuers would easily find him.
When he could finally breathe normally, a sound pierced the silence, it was a hunting horn. His pursuers were much closer than he had expected. They must have been bred to hunt, because they had been on his heels for days. He started running but tripped on something on the ground (probably a tree root). He fell on the ground hitting his head on a rock on the ground. He quickly rose, wiping off his bloody face.
He turned around and searched for what made him trip. Then he saw it. It was the most beautiful stone that he had ever seen. He rushed over to it; it was a gigantic green gem. The dirt around it dipped inwards as if the stone fell from the heavens. An idea struck him he could sell this gem in the next town for a very hefty price. He dug it up. He was about to pick it up when he heard another hunting horn to his right. He grabbed it and a shock ran up his arms. Thrown back he staggered to his feet and picked up the nearest stick, and prodded the strange stone it didn’t shock it so he picked the gem up off of the ground, and lifted it onto his shoulders. Despite its size it was fairly light.
He headed the opposite way from the hunter. In a couple of seconds 3 horns almost simultaneously sounded to his left, right, and directly ahead of him; he was trapped. The only choice that he had was to await his certain death.
About 15 minutes later almost16 gruts walked into the clearing where he was hiding. Gruts are green ogre-looking savage beasts that have been around for centuries, and they never let a trail go cold.

He knew he would be the loser of this battle, they were armed with spears, daggers, bows and arrows, and all that he had was a rock, two fists, and the clothes off of his back, and of course that wouldn’t be enough to stop them.
He held up the rock as if they wouldn’t kill him just because he had a pretty green rock. All he wished was that he could get out of this alive and see his wife again. All of the sudden a high pitched ear splitting squeal erupted, the gem started to glow, the gruts flew backwards 20 feet and so did he. A boulder stopped him and then he slumped to the ground unconscious.