Okay guys, listen up! This is part of a book that I may put on Storyjumper or Amazon as an ebook. I'm showing you this little bit right now so you can tell me how you like it or give me advice. Please note that this prologue is only in its third draft form, and most authors have to make multiple drafts before they get a book exactly the way they desire.

Enjoy reading!

"Do you ever get the feeling, Gopin, that nothing important's ever gonna happen?" asked a young boy dully. 

His intense roguish eyes traveled across the vast area of the plains. He groaned and swept his dark, fine hair to the side with one stroke of his scaly hand. 

"Oh, come on, Gopin, talk to me! You're the only person who ever will. At least, besides old Ruth. Between you and me, though, I think she prefers talking to herself rather than people." 

"I don't know, Emmyth, but I think you do that, too. You begin to monologue after a while,"said Gopin placidly. 

Emmyth gave him a nasty glare with those flaming eyes of his. Gopin thought they looked like those two red rubies that Starla pinned on her coat every morning.

"Well, no wonder people hate talking to you. Don't glare at people like that, and you shall have many friends."

"But it isn't just that. I'm tall and skinny. My skin, or should I say scales, are darker than the night itself. Inside of my mouth are terrible long fangs that make women clutch their throats and wail in mortal fear that I -"

"You monologued again," said Gopin, plucking a tulip lazily,"plus I don't think any woman on the good planet of Earth ever saw you."

"Know what, Gop, I've heard just about all I can take from you today," Emmyth snapped hotly,"I'm going to the Fortress to see if Ruth found anything slightly interesting for me to do."

And with that, Emmyth sprang from his grassy seat and began marching back to the Fortress. Despite its staunch title, it appeared a very friendly little place, on the outside, at least. Being a small wooden building overgrown with insect-devouring plants, Emmyth had no idea how those buggers still ended up into freezer. He pushed open the birch door after trying to swat a few of the pestilences away.

"Ruth," he called loudly, "I'm back from my break!" 

A tall, slim figure unlatched and open the door. 

"Back so soon?" She queried,"I thought you told me you would be out for an hour, yet it has only been half an hour." 

Emmyth shuffled his feet and kicked the floorboards. 

"I told you not to do that!" She snapped,"Allow me to guess, Gopin bored you "death", again."

Emmyth sniffed. 

"Well, here,"she tossed him a duster, "Go ahead and dust off those corky books up towards the second story, would you?" 

Emmyth sighed.