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From my WIP – A little background: Life on Earth has become a living hell. Luc Byrd discovers a time-continuum portal that transports her to paradise, a Dionysian world peopled by centaurs.
We might have worshiped the invaders as gods. The One God, when he was amongst us, had walked upright on two legs. Our scriptures foretold their coming, but not the cruelty and brutality with which they greeted us. Their weapons belched fire and thunder, and my people fell. On a crimson tide, Man flooded our quiet valleys.
We were defenseless. For centuries, the Andalos had been a peaceful herd. The One God had persuaded my ancestors to put away our arms–the Days of the Sword now belonging to legend.
If you’ve stayed with me this far, here’s the remainder of the Prologue:
I had reached six-and-twenty years and had never even seen the weapons we’d used in wars with other Breeds. Long ago, the battle movements—piaffe, passage, capriole, levade, and courbette—had evolved into ceremonial dances.
For many years, the war between Man and the Centaur has raged. Locusts, wave after wave, they came on their ridiculous two legs. Centaurs they call us all, after some mythological creature on Earth. If this half-human/half-horse ever existed, I imagine they hunted them down and killed them from greed. Here on our planet, they pointed their wicked sticks and left behind the stench of death and destruction. I began this account when I was free and a warrior, but the story and my life dissolved when I became a captive.
If this narrative has a bitter flavor, it is only a remembered one, merely an after-taste of blood and ashes.
Never doubt that love is mightier than the sword.