The Realm of Gytha prologue.

I'm sorry to keep adding new stories on. But I haven't had a lot of time to work on the Elven one plus writer's block and such. But don't worry! I have begun a collaborative book the person doesn't want their name put up so we will refer to them as the Wymsical Wombat. The book is called The Realm of Gytha. We are still revising the first chapter but here is the prologue. Enjoy!

This story begins in a time period very unlike our own. The world has changed and is separated into two separate realms. The only way to get to the other realm was to hold a galaxy key. Only two exist in the world.But to go to the other realm was to change the balance. The realms consisted of the first, high tech and not very different from the world we live in today, only with laser blasters and guards with deadly… everything. The second realm consists of almost medieval times only with technology like laser swords, there are knights and royalty and dragons. Both sides are constantly at war with one another but two mere adolescents will change that forever. And so it begins.A  strong older man with blond hair and blue, gray streaks in his hair started for the back door, his stance was stiff and commanding and a fire blazed in his eyes. In his hands was the very thing that could change the tide of this war. As he ran across the space bridge he was in close pursuit by the guards shooting their blasters at the man. All he could think about was the family he left behind, a son, and if he was captured the hope for the galaxy would be gone. As he started for the door a laser blast was fired only 2 centimeters from his hand and hit the keypad to open the door. Lockdown was initiated. “ Give up the chase, Johnny.”, said the guard, “ We know what you stole and there is no point in fighting".Johnny smirked, “ Ah, but giving up is never that much fun isn’t it?” he retorted. There was a thick gold plate a foot away from the door. As the guard outstretched his arm to fire Johnny used the plate to absorb the laser’s impact.  He then roundhouse kicked the blaster off the guard’s hand. It went flying off of the space bridge and into the empty abyss below. Slow steps came from behind Johnny and as he turned around the admiral hit the back of his head with the end of his blaster. With a loud thud on the bridge, the last thing Jonathan Zexion saw was the admiral’s smug smile, then all went dark.

Meanwhile, in a castle on the other side, a weary knight sat at his desk fiddling with his sword, his leg, wrapped in a kind of pulsing metal was propped up on a chair nearby. He had injured it the previous night during an epic battle. Several of his best men had been lost but he had a plan, and a galaxy key.