This is the introduction for my novel which will probably be about twenty chapters. BlackHeart is to be the first in the DARKSIDE trilogy. Please let me know what you think and how I can make it better. Hopefully I can finish the first chapter by next weekend. (It takes me forever to write). Thanks.
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Introduction: The Hated
There was a man hated by everyone except those equally despicable. This, of course, refers to Maldio, the emperor of all Corlithando. It is said that he was born without a soul or perhaps his heart does not exist. He simply lives out of defiance and spite to those around him. It was Maldio who ruined the world. Once, too many years ago to clearly remember, Corlithando was a wondrous place. Elves, dwarves, people of all races lived in harmony. Sorcerers were abundant, free and respected. There was no fear for one’s children save nature’s cold heart. A heart not near as cold or merciless as Maldio’s. Then Maldio came. No one really knows where he came from or who his parents were. He was the most powerful sorcerer in a thousand years. Trained by the elves, a pupil of the elfin king himself, he was the first in all of history to be gifted with all nine gifts of magic.
But this was not enough for him. He started with the elves. Savagely, he attacked a small elfin village late at night and burned it too the ground, killing hundreds. Then he started a war that lasted for five bloody years. Thousands of all races died in the fighting. In the end his blackheart won out. The elves retreated far into the forests and were never seen nor heard from again. The dwarves closed off all entrances into their mountains from the outside world. Ah, but the people, the race of men were not so lucky. They became his subjects, his people. They were forced to obey his will and if not they were destroyed, as was their family. The mighty emperor required all be tested for magic and that all magic users serve him. He required all men to enlist at seventeen and serve for at least five years, though often longer until they were too old to fight. For a small group still resisted, called the Underhand, but futilely. He imposed severe taxes and allowed poverty and corruption to consume the nation. Men waited for him to weaken, get old and die. But because he has no heart he doesn’t grow old for it has been three hundred years and still he strangles their cries. He is a murderer and a thief of liberty and the rights of man. His black hair is the color of his black heart. His cold, dark blue eyes speak of only death. His pale skin is like winter, bringing only suffering and destroying all joy. His muscled physic speaks not of discipline or had work but of an unyielding and merciless power. No man can defeat him and he conquers all. Every man hates him with all his being but hate cannot destroy him. Maldio reins on, an unstoppable terror. Then seventeen years ago he had a son, of an unknown mother. A son with the same hated black hair, dark blue eyes, and pale skin. Brio. This is his story.
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I know it ends all suspenseful and dramatic but I wanted it to act as a hook for my story. Please give me feed back.

