I didn't get anything else done tonight except to research the fantasy genre a little more - mostly just seeing what people say about writing fantasy. I think my book collection is pretty fair and now that I am planning to read a lot more (when I'm not writing or editing, that is), inspiration will come unbidden and I will pour forth a torrent of ideas to create a world from nothing. A world that will become a story. A story birthed that must be expressed for all to experience.
This is the final part of the five page prologue that I wrote. My story doesn't yet have a name but I did form the basis of a plot in my head and wrote that down. That'll be in a document somewhere close by...
Prologue: Part II
The screen went blank. The whole mood had changed throughout the course of that briefing. Vender passed a hand through his hair and quickly ran his tongue over his lips. He still wasn't convinced that there was a threat at all, let alone some race of beings that placed thoughts in everyone's head. It just couldn't be possible.
There may be many undiscovered beings left in the universe; but nothing could enslave humanity for 6,000 years and allow it to achieve what it had – of that, the lieutenant was certain. His thoughts were his own. If he had ever committed murder in his mind, when had it ever amounted to anything? Everyone had experienced hatred, vengeance and revenge. These are normal, passing feelings. No alien was making him do anything.
He stood up, his monitor folding itself down into the desk. Hmph. Technology to prove the existence of some things that had allowed it to develop thus far? Absurd!
But what were all these past claims? He would have to look into it. Vender wasn't easily convinced; but then, he had never questioned things so deeply before. He began to have doubts – even of his doubtful nature.
He wondered if this was the start of a mid-life crisis. Was he struggling within himself? Was he struggling to discover if his nature and attitude were ready to experience a sudden shift? Mason needed a caffeinated drink before he delved too deeply into his own psyche.
Had he been too pretentious? Colonel Jameson really was a nice man. Not only that, but he had earned Vender’s respect. Not just because he was a senior officer: his whole manner was appealing to most of the other officers. Yes, Vender liked him. Yes, Vender respected and admired him. But he just couldn't believe this… this proclamation that invisible aliens controlled humanity. And now, the Federation was going to stop them!
The Lieutenant walked to the door and palmed it open. That familiar warmth hit his hand as the computer scanned it. Swish. He stepped out into the hallway, his mind awash with conflicting thoughts. The conference with the Colonel had lasted only a few minutes at most; but it felt like he had received the worst of news. Baka! Colonel Jameson had merely informed him of where they were. He deserved to be in the loop!
There was that nagging feeling again: as if he had to remember something. Mason scratched his temple. He would have a drink and then go see Foxten. His co-lieutenant’s jovial manner was just what he needed right now.
A little flustered, Mason collected himself and tried to shrug off these negative feelings. It hadn't even been that heavy; and yet the conversation weighed on him more and more. He thought it best to stop thinking at all – he was starting to feel nauseous.
Lieutenant Mason Vender straightened his tunic and set off down the brightly lit hallway towards the B deck mess. The insipid alien drifted along silently behind him; invisible tendrils snaking through the ether and into the oblivious human’s soul.
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There was actually an entire conversation that preceded this. It spans about four pages or so and goes a little more indepth into the "alien threat". Anyway, I'll see gow far this one goes. Who knows, it may flop and I'll end up starting afresh with new ideas from a mixed persepective: futuristic fantasy XD
-Timotheos
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