So as manny of you know, I'm writing a legitimat book in real life. As of a couple weeks ago, I've officially put THE END OF BOOK ONE on it, and now I'm in the editing and revising stage, and looking for an agent to rep me to a publishing company. The book is called RAPTORS, and it's a YA sci-fi. I'd tell you more but I don't want to spoil it. Since you guys are my readers right now, I've decided to give you all a Scratch exclusive sneak peak at the prologue and first chapter of RAPTORS. Please note that these two pieces I wrote a year ago, so they're not as refined as my other works, that said, I'm going through and edittig them as you read this, so they're getting constantly better. The two pieces are pretty long too, so I'm going to have to release them in several pieces because of the character limit on these pages. I would just coppy and paste it all onto the backround of a project, but for some reason Scratch has been glitching out, and no matter what device ai use, I can't use text on a sprite or backdrop anymore. So without further ado, Here's the first bit of the sneak peak. Daramonth stared at his reflection in the mirror as conflicting emotions swirled inside him, fighting for dominance. Half of him was roaring with victory and success; cheering with pride at his endeavors. After all, this moment had been decades in the making. But the smaller, quieter part warned that this was a mistake; that it wasn’t the only way. Daramonth shoved the thought away, focusing on the louder, darker part. He had gotten good at ignoring the quiet. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes. Today was the day. Today he would wreak justice upon the scum of humanity, cleansing them of themselves. Today he would finally accomplish what he had worked for and dreamed of for years. Decades spent appealing and backstabbing and manipulating, and now he was here. His eyes settled on his reflection in the mirror. He hardly recognized himself. The man he had been years ago would have been horrified to see what he would become. The face staring back at him was all lines and angles. Dark shadows heavied his eyes, which were hard and cold, and a sharp jaw protruded to match his nose, framed by deathly pale skin. “Supreme,” A soldier walked through the doorway, ducking to avoid striking his aurix on the frame, “They’re ready for you.” Daramonth nodded in the mirror. It was time. He lifted his helmet onto his head, suppressing a grin as the cool metal slid on. The helm was a symbol of power, a sign that The Sovereign had given him their respect and command.
The fools. Someday he would kill them and take the rule for himself, but today was not that day. Today was a day of cleansing, not of conquest. The figure in the mirror was now completely foreign. The golden helmet blotted out the majority of his face, leaving only his eyes and mouth visible. A large, ornate sun crowned the front, stretching past his brow to above his head. He took one last look, then turned and headed to his troops. A large balcony jutted from the tower he called home, overlooking the massive force amassed below. “Kyronians!” He called, his voice magnified by the device on his neck, “Today, we take another step towards salvation! Another step towards order! Another step towards purity!” Thunderous cheers greeted his words, rising from the legions of soldiers standing beneath his dias. “Today is the day we wreak justice and chaos upon the greedy, selfish race of the humanians. I have seen you in combat, and I know that our victory will be swift and terrible, for none can stand against the great and mighty Kyronia!” More cheers, “Ready yourselves, for now, we perform our duty as citizens of this galaxy, as its stewards and its protectors. It will thank us for this service we give, it will rejoice at the cleansing of its branches! Kyronians, rise up!” The cheers turned into thunder as wave after wave of soldiers beat their chests and bellowed their war cry. Daramonth nodded to a guard on his left, who pushed a signal button on his arm. A massive section of the ground, far beyond the soldiers and weapons of war, slowly began to rotate, twisting in on itself until it became clear it was an opening hatch. Metal teeth the size of buildings unlocked from each other to swing inwards, revealing a black abyss. Daramonth raised his fist into the dark sky. “Behold our hammer of justice,” He cried over the pandemonium below, “The Behemoth!” An immense spacecraft rose from the opening, towering over the armies below it. The Behemoth ascended until it towered in the sky, stretching far beyond the atmosphere. A horn sounded, and the troops of soldiers began to board large, oblong ships clearly designed for space travel. Shuttles. Daramonth watched as they filled, then lifted off and flew to the immense ship, docking in the massive structure. Hundreds of craft, ferrying thousands of warriors, all heading to a war greater than the universes had ever known. “Today,” he muttered to himself, “I take my revenge.” That's the prologue, let me know what you think!
