After all your last kind Critiques i decided to completly revise my Prologue.
Prologue
In the beginning the land, and the inhabitants, were ruled over by a godlike race of men and women who called themselves, Purebloods. A dozen of these beings looked over the men who lived in their part of the world protecting them when possible against evils, which otherwise would have decimated the populace. The leader of these Purebloods was called, Mesin. He was a great warrior of mystical talents. His two closest friends were twins called, Dofur and Fosur. Both spoke to the animals of the world and ruled over a tribe of peaceful farmers.
Mesin himself lived with a tribe that called themselves, The Broken Lances. They were, like their Master, great warriors who protected Dofur and Fosur’s tribes and many others. The Purebloods lived for many centuries and the land was peaceful. Mesins tribe became lazy and confident of the security of the land. It was at this time disaster struck.
The world was plunged into darkness, the reason for this was unknown and the Purebloods left their tribes and went to investigate. In this time the tribes were attacked by an unknown people who came from across the great sea. They came in great boats which carried dozens of men. Each of those men carried swords, shields, and great bows.
Men and women were captured and taken off in these boats, never to be seen again. Soon raiders began to forge further into the land, killing and enslaving all that they came across. The tribes began to question the Purebloods and the belief that they had been abandoned became rife amongst them. When they could the tribes would offer allegiance to the invaders in exchange for being left alone.
Yet when all other tribes doubted the great Purebloods Mesins tribe, did not once think they had been abandoned. Although they had become lazy The Broken Lances were still formidable warriors, able to tackle three of the evil Invaders to one of them, but they were not strong enough in numbers.
After two years the Broken Lances were finally forced into the Great Mountains that bordered the north of the great country. In this time all other tribes had sworn allegiance to the Invaders or died.
Finally the world returned to the normal cycles of night and day and the Purebloods returned. Upon their return the Tribes dismayed, for they had been greatly wrong, they had not been abandoned. Only four of the Purebloods had returned their power greatly increased.
