As many of you may or may not know, I'm writing a book. Or wrote, depending on how you look at it. It is 'done', as in you could read it through without any confusion, but requires much proofreading, as, quite simply, my skills in the literary arts aren't completely honed.
This entire idea is based on an idea I had about three years ago. Since then, it has flourished into a continuity half-a-millenia in the making. The Sagas, many long story arcs depicting different characters, years, and areas of the world of the future. This was designed to tell you of the first in the Imperial Saga; what will hopefully end up as a five part series before moving on.
I could bore you with some straightforward facts, or a tad bit of information on the work, such as how it currently has fourty-seven thousand words in it, but I thought up a much better idea to get some feedback on it. A 'book trailer.' (Bear with me.) It is something like a poem I made to relay the main theme of the story, all the while retaining as much information as possible to prevent massive spoilers. So, without further adieu, I present to you the prologue and not-so-thematic trailer to The Imperial Saga: Book I: Genesis.
Prologue: Post-Apocalypse.
        Long, long ago, great and prosperous civilizations flourished over Earths bountiful landscape. Technology was the base of these enormous cities; great and powerful machines all designed to better aid humanitys continuous bout with the elements that opposed them. So near to perfecting their mechanical endeavors; humans, once under the constant thumb of nature, had almost gained what they called complete and utter control. What was this power that they were soon to wield? By what means did they plan to employ it? None remain who know.
        At the height of their rule on the planet, the worlds leading scientists detected a meteor with enough mass and speed as to destroy the planet they were so near to perfecting. Together, the greatest minds on the planet came together in a hope to destroy their inanimate oppressor. They hurriedly built plans for the prototype of their ultimate weapon; an energy cannon known as the Celestion. Positioning their work beneath the apparent drop point of their alien destroyer, they waited for the appointed day, anxious to show the world just a taste of what their technological prowess could accomplish.
        Finally, the time came, and the cannon fired. A seemingly eternal blue pyre erupting from it, arcing through the sky. All the world stood in awe, watching as the flame rose higher and higher, through space until it could be seen no more. Such power denied containment, destroying the Celestion moments after its firing. Expecting such reaction from a mere prototype, the scientists waited in mock interest as the beam collided with the meteor, a flaming show lighting up the night sky.
        When finally the lights dimmed, all the world looked up to the stars. It was the scientists who first noticed the blazing streak racing across the sky, the remnant of destruction still hurtling towards Earth. They looked up into the heavens, not believing their eyes, convinced that they had done everything they could to prevent it.
        The great chunk of meteor slammed into the depths of one of the planets many oceans; sending forth great tidal waves of destruction, rippling across the planet and flooding great parts of the world in just minutes time. Entire civilizations were washed away in an instant, great skyscrapers crumbling into heaps under torrential waves. Valleys filled with turbulent waters, mountains becoming just specks above the new oceans floor. Entire species went extinct in moments; billions died. When all had been said and done, Earths surface had been eternally changed. Whole sections of land had been washed away; gathering again deep beneath the oceans surface.
        Yet humanity survived. Hanging on to a feeble existence on the remaining bits of land, they reverted back to a more primal, or perhaps, just less complicated way of life. Here, battered, broken, and isolated, people regained a power lost to their civilizations, and indeed, eons of civilizations before them. The powers of Elementalism and Telekinesis awakened within the minds and souls of humanity.
        Years passed until a man by the name of Artemis decided to rally the members of his island into creating a campaign designed to bring the remaining people under the same government; the same flag. In just a few short years time, he had gathered the blunt islands in his hemisphere of the Earth under a flag; the Imperial Flag. When the time to decide a leader came, nearly all the nation agreed that Artemis should be their king.         Fearing to be corrupted by his own power, Artemis agreed, but spread power amongst the people so that no one man could misuse it, and send the world again into the turmoil it had just recovered from. So popular was Artemis rule, the people only cheered as his son claimed the throne after his death. This method continued all the way to Artemis the Eleventh.
        This new Artemis married a girl named Isabella from a noble family, and they soon had twins; Artemis, after the recurring name of the lineage, and Maximus, named for one of his fathers old friends. Though all the nation was happy for a new successor to the throne, the question soon arose. Who would be the next Emperor? Putting their faith in their king, they decided to let him decide.
        Years passed, and long into the kings life, he came down with a terrible, yet slow-spreading sickness. Calling his sons to his deathbed, the Emperor issued forth a challenge. His sons were sent on quests to make the most of two barren and isolated islands in the Imperial Line in six months time. Though they both complained at their fathers request, not wanting to leave him in fear that he would pass before their return, the Emperor stated firmly that he would not pass until the task had been completed. In the end, Artemis was sent to the desert island of Evare with only his wife and a boat full of supplies. Maximus went to the frozen peaks of Niccolai, bringing with him a small battalion of soldiers to help cultivate and better discover the land.
        Three days before the challenge would end, Maximus came sailing in on his boat, running up to his father to check on his condition and relay his information and achievements on the icy land. Artemis received confirmation of his sons success through a dispatch team he had sent to the island to record his progress, and calmly awaited his other sons arrival.
        A day passed. Another. Still Artemis did not arrive. When finally the challenge ended, Artemis told his son that he had earned the right to rule his country. Early the next morning, before the sun had even risen above the horizon, Artemis passed silently from sleep into death. Maximus declined the crown over and over, wanting his brother to return in an effort to keep all doubt of his victory away from the people. After two weeks, his pride turned into despair, and with a heavy heart, he took the throne. Artemis the Twelfth has never been seen inside the Imperial Lands since.
        Our story begins on a small island near the Imperial Border. Laying comfortably amongst the layers of his sheets, a young boy sleeps, blissfully unaware of the conflict coming just over the horizon
Lifelies - Before the Saga begins.
What if...?
"Everyone! Away!"
What if your life... Everything you knew...
"I need time to think. Come back down in an hour, and I'll explain everything to you."
Had been a lie?
"There was a general in the Imperial Army... Demetrius Jet."
Your past; your present...
"Artemis? He'd have to be... seventy or eighty years old..."
Another's promises for your future...
"Arthur..."
"It were was if the sun and moon were fighting over domination of the sky..."
"Found you asleep... oblivious to what was occuring..."
All a cover-up; to keep you from the truth...
"We leave... exactly one week."
A horrible truth...
"I would like to introduce to you..."
A truth that would change your life...
"Airthren...Kataroe..."
"The Imperials... moved in on the ruins..."
The life of everyone on the planet...
"I am Arcane Devanious Hellfire. General, first class, in..."
"I was Demetrius' best..."
"...your unheralded arrogance..."
"Master Demetrius is just now finishing up work..."
What would YOU do about it?
"If the fates disagree, Archemedies, they partake in a glorious battle. A battle that not only decides themselves, but the rest of the world as well."
"Your life ends with its unveiling!"
"Your Promise is your own..."
-The Imperial Saga: Genesis
