Prologue

"One leaf. One leaf slowly swirling down to the ground. Falling on a heap of other leaves. Only watching it gives me the feeling that the time is coming. We are like that leaf. Slowly swirling down to our destiny. Hoping we won't hit too hard. Hoping that we will not be forgotten like the other leaves. Hoping for someone to pick us up and keep us safe. That someone will come, I feel it." These words had convinced him to do what he was doing now: Watching and waiting.
'What am I actually waiting for?' he had asked himself this question in the first weeks of waiting. But he gave up on speculating what it possible could be within a month. His years of training and experience with these kind of tasks gave him the conclusion that he just had to wait.
But now he was having some doubts. Was he in the right place? Could the feeling of Narix be false for once?
Did that 'someone' already saw him before he had seen him? But no, it was all right.
He indeed was in the right place. This was the only place in the forest where it was always light. He always made sure that he wasn't in the place itself but somewhere else around. Everyday another spot, he wasn't using a schedule. It was always random decision. This was also one of the many important lessons he got from his master.
"Always make sure you don't have a routine when observing something, 'cause if you do an enemy can predict where you will be" Even though it wasn't really necessary in this environment. He did so that he wouldn't forget to do it on the next mission he was sent out to do.
The feeling of Narix on the other side has always been questioned by the majority of the people. When he was around the age of fourteen Narix felt that a disaster was coming in those blissful years. The people only saw a minor setback, because The Veles had attacked again. Luckily it was more like a small raid then an actual invasion. Later on, when he was learning to become a good Shadow Hunter, he heard that there actually had been a disaster, just not for the 'normal people' but for the Shadow Hunters where the prediction was held for. Nobody knew how the rumors had been spread, but that wasn't at the time so it was never investigated.
Did this 'someone' seen him then? Did he fail on the most important skill as a Shadow Hunter? He made himself even smaller as he already was. Trying to blend in even more in the background, a task that would impossible for the normal man, but he was a Shadow Hunter he had trained for years to be almost invisible, to blend as perfectly as possible in the background. If someone would want to pass by this sacred place, he would see him from miles away. This passer-by would only see trees, trees with branches that were slowly losing their leaves. The passer-by would see him, if he even looked in the right direction he wouldn't see anything special at all. Just a normal tree, like all the others.
Trees and falling leaves.
Leaves that were slowly swirling down to even more leaves.
Like that one leaf.
Like us. We are that single leaf.
One leaf

Prologue?

After rethinking this idea again. I think it may be more enjoyably to read a book when it has a prologue. I personally really like it when a book has good prologue. A prologue that makes you curious about the story line, but still doesn't spoil much of it. It's also better for me if I write a prologue first, because this means I really think about the story line and make a brief summary for myself. A prologue is also very useful as a goal, it's something I have to write to. The problem now is that I don't really know the story line by hard or written down somewhere. But when I've already written a prologue, I can re-read it over and over again, which makes me remember the full story line (at least that's what I'm hoping for). And it would be also useful if I would set a deadline for myself, so that I don't have to write just a few hours before the real deadline, which was given by my teacher English (what I'm actually doing right now as a matter of fact). So the deadline for my prologue will be on October the 24th, next week's Friday.

The reason and some actual content

After a few weeks I finally know what I'm going to write on this blog. First I thought of this being something useless and I did not know what I would be writing about. I thought that I would write about the blog itself and philosophize about it being useless and I would not bring any message at all to anyone. But it won't be that way. I finally know where I'm going to write about, I'm going to use this blog to write my own book. The reason for this is actually to blame to my teacher English. First of all because this is an assignment as well. And secondly because I had to write a short story about something, it didn't matter what it was about. While writing that, I remembered that I started with writing my own book a year or so ago. It was Sunday and I was bored, which occasionally happens, so I thought to myself; Why not? I wrote about one page and stopped to get something to drink. I was just about to walk upstairs when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw my friend asking me if I had something to do. I let him in and we hang out in my house and my garden. I completely forgot about my 'book' and when I got back to my laptop I totally forgot the story line and gave up. This seems to be perfect opportunity to restart and actually write something, because I kinda like writing stories. And most importantly I don't have to bring out a full book, but I can write a chapter, post it on blogspot, get back my inspiration, write and post the next chapter and I eventually will have a book and (hopefully) a good grade for my English.

The Start

This the start of The Blog, founded on this day at this time.