alright, this is a story I've been working on recently, and I'd like to know what you all think about my beginning. PLEASE rip it apart, I would greatly appreciate it.
I knew all the stories.
I knew the rumors about my home.
But that didnt prepare me for what I saw as I finally entered that last numberwhen I finally finished the puzzle. I had never really believed that there was more than a grain of truth to all the legend. I trembled as the result grew clearer. The table itself seemed to shift, until an image was formed that I would recognize anywhere.
Alurax.
It was all there; nothing was lacking and nothing was unfamiliar. It was my world. I found my house and tentatively stroked the roof, fighting the sudden fit of homesickness that consumed me. Why wasnt I there? I should have been home. I should have been walking along that beautiful beach right now, maybe with Ian or Josh, while gazing at the abandoned glass city out in the water.
Alurax.
That astonishing city at sea. According to legend, nobody had ever lived thereit had simply been the social center of the world. Some say that the city was now filled with the refugees of old Alurax, those few who survived the first attack on the city when I was a child.
I never thought it would come to this. Ian, Josh, and I were the only Aluraxians left; coincidently, we were also the only three who had survived that attack when we were young.
Who could have foreseen it? I know I never did. The three orphans, the only survivors.
In the past seven years my world had shattered so completely that I often wondered if the life from my childhood was only a dreamor some other fleeting, non-tangible substance.
I think I wanted to put the pieces back together; I wanted my life to be like the puzzle.
But the puzzle was here was its completionand it only led me back to where I started.
It led me to Alurax.
I knew all the stories.
I knew the rumors about my home.
But that didnt prepare me for what I saw as I finally entered that last numberwhen I finally finished the puzzle. I had never really believed that there was more than a grain of truth to all the legend. I trembled as the result grew clearer. The table itself seemed to shift, until an image was formed that I would recognize anywhere.
Alurax.
It was all there; nothing was lacking and nothing was unfamiliar. It was my world. I found my house and tentatively stroked the roof, fighting the sudden fit of homesickness that consumed me. Why wasnt I there? I should have been home. I should have been walking along that beautiful beach right now, maybe with Ian or Josh, while gazing at the abandoned glass city out in the water.
Alurax.
That astonishing city at sea. According to legend, nobody had ever lived thereit had simply been the social center of the world. Some say that the city was now filled with the refugees of old Alurax, those few who survived the first attack on the city when I was a child.
I never thought it would come to this. Ian, Josh, and I were the only Aluraxians left; coincidently, we were also the only three who had survived that attack when we were young.
Who could have foreseen it? I know I never did. The three orphans, the only survivors.
In the past seven years my world had shattered so completely that I often wondered if the life from my childhood was only a dreamor some other fleeting, non-tangible substance.
I think I wanted to put the pieces back together; I wanted my life to be like the puzzle.
But the puzzle was here was its completionand it only led me back to where I started.
It led me to Alurax.


It wouldn't be too much to explain it a little?