Young Writers Society

This is the prologue of my current novel. Thought I'd post it, and get some opinions! I'd love to hear from you! Thanks.



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In days of old, in peace stretched long, 

An enemy, (A cursed Grelt,) 

Came into Himdil, fair and strong, 

And in majestic kingdom dwelt. 



Battle was upon their land;

Their enemies were at the door. 

King Jerdek, with his gallant band, 

Stood ready to begin the war. 



Outside the fortress, thick and tall, 

A bound'ry stood, o'er ninety feet. 

No cursed Grelt would pass that wall

Lest good king Jerdek taste defeat. 



A wretched band, the Grelt's vast force! 

Not any gentle, each a brute, 

With weapons rusted, armor coarse, 

And arrows nigh too bent to shoot. 



The call rang out, the armies dashed 

To meet beneath the rising sun. 

In valley wide, the forces clashed. 

The war for Himdil had begun. 



The Grelts were strong, their statures tall, 

With keen, sharp eyes and savage mind. 

King Jerdek leaped into the squall, 

His doughty warriors close behind. 



They felled the Grelts like mighty trees. 

Before noontide, all vermin fled. 

Those left alive took to the seas. 

Near half the Greltan force lay dead. 



King Jerdek's men gave many toasts, 

Their victory they celebrated. 

The single Grelt beheld their boasts, 

And in the shadows planned and waited. 



The sneaking Grelt, the filthy spy,

Watched closely every Himdil man. 

A year and seven days went by, 

While he concocted his foul plan. 



The brood of Grelts returned again, 

Their armor mended, swords cleaned well. 

Again they challenged Jerdek's men...

... The lone Grelt cast his evil spell. 



The armies gathered, as before, 

But when the forces came in range, 

There came a pause amidst the roar. 

Each Himdil man endured a change. 



The curse was different for each man,

Some turned to beasts, some turned to stone. 

O'ercome with fear, the army ran, 

And left their king to stand alone. 



They took him, captive, to their land, 

In misty frozen mountain Whurn. 

When spell is lifted from his band,

Will come the time of his return. 



And so has been, from that sad day, 

In Himdil, once so fair and strong. 

Their king remains still locked away, 

And so shall be for very long.