//------------------------------// // Prologue // Story: The Book of Sin // by SinFox //------------------------------// Well I guess if this is in your hands then it has finally happened. I don't know how it happened, and I don't know why it happened, and to be as honest as I can, I'm not even sure what it is. But it must have happened, otherwise, I doubt that I'd be writing this book. and that you'd be holding it in your hooves, or reading it on top of some table. At this point I can't tell you exactly what this book will contain. Action? Adventure? Romance? Death? I don't know, and frankly I don't care. This is my work, and it's probably not going to make through the trials of time. So what does it matter what's in it? Oh, I'm sorry, I should probably introduce myself to you. My name is Sinclare, but most people just call me Sin for short. You'll probably notice this throughout the chapters of my book, however many there are. At the start of this book I'd say I'm getting to be about 25 years old, by the end of this, who knows how old I'll be. I think I'm hearing your complaining already "Enough with the 'I don't know' stuff already! I get it, I get it" but I wonder if you do... Have you ever felt so certain about something that the only way you could think of getting it out of your mind was to write it down? If you have, then you may be somepony who can start to understand where I'm coming from. If not, then just shut up and keep reading, and eventually you may understand me. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Before we get to the actual chapters of my book, let me give you a setting, and some information about myself and my family. I'll start with the latter. I'm around a 25 year old Earth Stallion, just above average height and build, but what can you expect from living in a nice quiet little town in the middle of nowhere? My parents were actually quite different when it came to their jobs. My mother was a baker, and my father was, well, a blacksmith. I would often work both in the kitchen with her, and in the forge with him. Most of the time, her work would bring in most of the revenue, unless there was some sort of conflict that demanded armaments. So I guess we had our bases covered as a family. I had one older sister, and a younger brother and sister. My younger siblings were twins. They were named Jack and Jill, after some strange rhyme that mother had heard. They turned out to be almost exactly alike in some respects and completely different in others. Kinda funny looking back on it, I thought they'd be almost exactly alike... They were always kinda small, but they didn't mind, in fact they liked it. They like being able to sneak away whenever they could, they said they felt like they were always on some sort of adventure. Jack had a black coat and a short length dark blue mane, while Jill had a white coat and a medium length dark blue mane. And that's all you really need to know abut those two for now. My older sister was named Maria. She is taller than me, and has always been the one to comfort the children whenever they needed it. She had a long brown main and a surprisingly grey coat, but her pink eyes were always filled with kindness and understanding, and some strange feeling of sorrow that you couldn't quite put your hoof on the origin. It kinda of made you wonder why she was comforting you when she seemed to need comforting more than you did... I need to stop talking about my family for a bit, so I'm moving on... The town, that's right the town... I don't see how it would be important, but I suppose I should tell you, our Family name was Smith, since father was the only blacksmith in our hometown. Oh that's right, I should probably tell you the name of my hometown. The name was "Lorvelli," it's fine if you haven't heard of it, because there's a good reason behind it... I should probably tell you a bit more about myself now. Like I said earlier, my name is Sinclare Smith, and I'm an earth pony of around slightly more than average height and build. I have a dark brown coat with a snow white mane. I have a scar over my nose from an accident in the forge when I was young. But I'll tell you about that later... There's still more to tell that you may need to know. I'm strong enough to work the forge of fathers, but I suppose I have a gentle enough touch for mother to keep me working the bakery with her. Just enough to make some bread and a few other things. You know, the bare minimum needed to survive. What else ? ... There are a few spots of white on my coat. They're not all that important but I'm trying to be thorough here, so you'll have to deal with it. I guess all that's left for me to tell you about myself is my eye color. They're emerald green. I know what you're going to say, "What about my Cutie Mark?" well that's the thing, I don't have one yet. I tried smithing, baking, and just about everything in between, but it gave me nothing. Honestly, I don't think it matters, and I've stopped caring at this point of my life. If it bugs you, then but this book down, and walk away. If you are in fact still here, then I'll start telling you about the setting in which I'm writing this book. I suppose you may call this the old continent, or something, but I call this place home. I guess we should be having troubles with the Pegasi and Unicorns, but at this point, things are going alright for us. Probably because Lorvelli is in a place where the Whether and Soil are independent from Pony Influences. Also, some new that came to us was that the leaders of the three species left recently, for some new land. That probably means more to you, but for us, there was little change here. We actually have a few pegasi and unicorns here, don't know why, but they seem to like it here enough to want to stay and help. Personally I think it's weird but you learn quick not to deny help from someone here in Lorvelli. Well, that's about all the background that I'm going to give you so I'll end this with a small note. This won't be a good story. It won't be a bad story, the best or the worst story. It won't be a story of action, or adventure, or any damn classification you want to try to give it. This. Is. My. Story. and that's all it will ever be, or can be. Got it? good, cause if not, too bad.