Prologue

Adrienne just wanted a little inspiration for her novel- too much to ask? Well, yeah, apparently, because instead she wound up in a different world. She could have been all right with that part, right until she got involved with some prophecy, and a love

 

 

 

 

 

 Prologue

Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.

Henry David Thoreau
 

It was the summer to serve as the inspiration for every one of my bestsellers.
 

That summer was truly the most bittersweet experience of my life. From the day I arrived in that extraordinary place, my soul cried that it was meant to be. I believe though, even if it hadn't, I simply would have known. Entering that place, or rather, waking to find myself there, was a breath of air so fresh it could never exist in this world.
 

Even now, a little more than a decade into the future, the memories are still clear in my mind. I think constantly of the events leading up to me becoming what I am. But it's the moment when my eyes are closed (both the waking and the sleeping) that the true recollections flood in. Such times bring me the voices of my compatriots, scenes replaying in vivid color, granting me the mouthwatering scents of phaerie food, and the delicate taste of forest air so untainted it is heard of only in phaerie tales.
 

Really, the summer as a whole may as well have been a tale straight from a book. Yet it wasn't. Instead, the simply complicated (if that makes any sense at all) experience is only now to enter a novel in its entirety. More precisely, the experience will enter an autobiography destined to be shelved in the fantasy aisle of every bookstore, alongside my other works. It cannot be helped, for my story is so incredible it will seem more like a novel than anything else. And I do hope you'll read through to the end. I assume any writer would share this wish. Who, after all, has their work published if they do not desire it to be read from the opening to the closing?
 

I digressed for a moment. Allow me to go on.

That summer was a dream. And I'm sure many people know that to wake from a dream can be a decidedly unpleasant experience. For me, it was not only unpleasant, it was a pain that was excruciating in the most incomprehensible fashion The situation was like a slow physical death- or maybe more of a sudden realization that I would be slowly undergoing an emotional death? A true description of the feeling is, as I have previously stated, impossible. For how can one put into words the agony of knowing they were the cause of their own downfall? Of holding onto the knowledge that the choice was yours, and you made the one you would come to regret- the one you would later consider to be the wrong one? The saying 'look before you leap' holds true in my case, and how I do wish I'd thought more of the consequences. I was too young.

Young and foolish.

Poetry on any level would never suffice, because of the wounds having been my own doing. Or undoing, depending on your view of life's glass. Is it half-full? Or is it half-empty? I'm still not sure of mine. If I even have one. But I suppose I must.

After all, the pain has dulled with time. My medication was my writing. Pulling my quill from my bag, and scribbling as swiftly across the parchment as was humanly possible. To share my knowledge through the power of the written word. But also to allow the words to be thought merely the fanciful images of a place that exists only in my mind. That shouldn't upset me. It was may dream of having my work known that set my adventures in motion

I must admit though- when I went hunting for inspiration, I got far more than I bargained for.

Author's Note

I was considering writing a new prologue, and then suddenly I remembered it was this that drew in my number one fan, so I changed my mind. Still, I need further opinions.

Reviews

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Haha, I would be that number one fan. Just thought I'd drop you a line love. I'm glad you found me here even though I decided to go by a different name. Perhaps the "Sayarynth" gave it away.
I still love this prologue!
Lady.Twi

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Wow. You've got great talent! This is so well written.
Please post more!