Sequal Prologue

[Jd_5589]

ah...hey everyone, new here and had an idea for the start of a sequal. It's not too long so if you could read it and tell me what you think it would be great.

Prologue:

A Nameless soldier, fresh from the blood war, sitting in a harsh dark tavern, drinking the dark brown liquid that was the source of courage these poor souls had. Thinking of memories past…

…Torment. Even after my death and endless life in the blood war, fighting to pay for the lives I, and my previous incarnations had taken, this word still had meaning to me. I was reminded of this day by day, or what I took to be day, a slight lightening in the hellish, dark skies of the Grey Wastelands. There was one thing that kept me going, kept me sane, and that was the memories of my companions and what they went through to free my from the state I had been in. In my previous life, before my true death and resurrection in the blood war, I had been an immortal. A night hag named Ravel had made me this way at my request because at that time I knew my fate was to serve in the blood war for nameless, unspeakable acts of treason that I had committed. There was a catch however, to make me immortal, my mortality had to be stripped from my body and cast into a special pocket dimension called the fortress of regrets, where it would only survive as long as I found another to take my place in death. I also lost more and more of my memories every time death overtook me, until a time that had been prophesized came to be. When I died, and took another’s shell my memory would remain intact even through successive deaths. This allowed me to gather a group of other tormented souls and gather shreds of my previous incarnations. This path eventually led me to the fortress of regrets, the discovery of my true name and the merging of my shell and the mortality that had been mine in ages past. I then died truly, for the first time and was sent to eternal torment in the blood war.

…What’s in a name? I had once thought that finding out my own true name would give me a sense of closure, I sense of being complete for the first time since I was mortal. I thought it would give me the peace, or at least the appearance of peace that I saw in many of the other denizens or the planes. But it did not, it left me feeling just as empty as before and it horrified me more than anything I had seen in this war to realize that I might never be complete.

…Dakkon, Fall-from-grace, Morte, Nordom, Vhailor, Annah. Companions in the eternal torment that had been my previous existence. My feelings for these people are still unclear to even me. But one thing that I am certain about is that I love all these people for what they did for me. They had sacrificed everything for me including their lives. When I merged with my mortality I resurrected them and was given a chance for a last good bye…all the things I could have said…but didn’t…

I came out of my revere and stared around at the dark, cruel tavern with tear stained eyes. I knew this eternal suffering was what I deserved but the unbearable pain and suffering I was experiencing though every single conflict was taking away the last reprieve I had, my sanity. I was resolved then and there, no matter what it took, or how long I had to fight to achieve it, I would escape this conflict…I would live again. Or I would Make sure that the next fatal wound I took would be the last.