I started to write fantasy fictions again. Tried when to write when i was about 15 years old but my grammar was just too bad to really enjoy or understand the story, so i let it be. Now that im turning 21 , i thought about giving it another chance.

This is the prologue of the work im currently working on.
hope u like it.

Prologue

Blood, blood and death. Those two things followed my lonely life. No home I can call my own, no friends I can talk to, I kept on moving, sleeping on the wet,cold and muddy grass under the dark lonely skies,but still going on, walking, finding my worth in this cruel world. I worked as a sellsword, selling off my swordmanship to rich merchants, defending their trading caravans against those blood-thirsty bandits, I killed and murdered for someone who is willing to pay my price. I was alone. Trying hard to forget.Trying to evade my inner demon,to cage it ,to control it. I Cannot. I was once happy, but the cruel gods took everything away from me.What is happiness? People are so blind. How can they be happy, still knowing that in this world, war and death is around them. How foolish can they be? How naiv.But, I thought i knew everything in this world.I thought i can evade danger,evade everything that has a meaning of “evil”. I was wrong. So wrong. I will tell you about my life, my story and you will judge me.

-Tristan. Former Swordmaster, Former Husband. Former Father.