Prologue
The rubies sparkled in the candlelight, throwing bloodshine and flames across the walls of the tent.
The gold base caught the reflected and transformed it into a rippling stream, like molten lava.
The sapphires alternately held the light and dropped it, like tears flowing from the iris.
The black diamond pupil was independant from the chaos, the eye of the hurricane, or - more properly - the event horizon of a black hole. The clear diamond rim capturing all the scattered light for the black center to devour.
On the bottom edge of the base, carved in Latin, were the words "His Sightless Eye" . These words had been puzzled over, dissmissed as the model of an old emperor's eye.
A small pulse came from the pupil, catching the attention of the girl on the other side of the tent.
The world exploded.
This being the prologue of my future book, His Sightless Eye. Comments? Questions? Lay 'em down!
That last bit is quite possibly the best ending for a prologue I have ever read. :D
But it's spelled "independent".
All in all, not too shabby.
Oh, great. The guy who gets 100 on all spelling tests is turning into Alg. 8-|
I hope this won't become a habit...
Simple. Everyone isn't dead.