Lore/Story The Legend Of Bob (probably Some Spoilers)

About a month ago I said that I was writing a thorough story about Bob's life. I went through three drafts of a prologue and part of chapter one to come up with my fourth and final draft. Also, make sure to vote on which title is best for the book. The story has begun!

I split up the tale of his life into three parts: part I, part II, and part III (You probably guessed that)
Part I - Bob's Reason
Part II - Bob's Quest
Part III - Bob's Anguish

Each of these parts will include a poem about Bob's life (from the chapter titles including the prologue) and all of them together will create a... bigger poem.

First of all, the Preface basically the pre-prologue.

Spoiler: The Preface

Preface:
We all know of Bob. He was the hero of Wynn. But no one knows how many times he failed. Failed at his journey, failing to save those he loved and failing to save himself. Yet, Robert of Ragni was a hero. A hero tries and succeeds eventually for the greater good. They make the world a little bit better. Hero’s often have the worst trials though, and Bob was no exception. His story must be told.

The Prologue - Fate's Dark Hold

Spoiler: Fate's Dark Hold - Prologue

Prologue - Fate’s Dark Hold

Ironically, the earliest thing Robert remembered these many years later, was a dream. One easily forgotten then, impacted all of his years. The dream began with Robert standing near his neighbor's house. Suddenly he realized that he had wings and when he looked down, he saw his talons clutching the ground. “I’m a bird.” He thought. He joyfully took off and soared high above Ragni.

Robert had seen the mountains which the city gently rested against, but he always thought they marked the edge of the world. They stretched far in the distance and several farms mingled between them. Ragni looked small compared to those stone giants. In the other direction, sprawling hills and sparse farms covered the area. One chunk of land held a quiet forest. Several corruption spikes grinned evilly as darkness pulsed there.

Robert saw now much more than he had in real life and yet, he still felt a yearning to explore. To discover. To save. Well, he knew he wanted to do more than flap in one place. Since the corruption frightened him, Robert flew the other way: west, over the mountains. He passed Ragni’s majestic castle and his first mountainous obstacle. “What next?” He wondered as he passed over a bridge, some farms, and small houses. He soon came to the end of the valley.

Still wanting to continue, he flew over a gigantic mountain and noticed a shining, rippling gate. The gate held all shades of blue. Robert despised it. It seemed inviting but it still oozed menace. One time, he had teetered on the edge of drowning and this gate gave off the same presence as the water. He retreated back to Ragni. But when he reached it, fear kept pushing him forward and he flew on.

Suddenly Robert noticed a corruption spike beneath him vanish which surprised him into stillness. He plummeted thirty feet before regaining control. “Did I make it… disappear?” He questioned aloud. Tentatively, he soared above another spike and it evaporated. He felt such an indescribable joy that he kept erasing the corruption. His winding path made him miss the roots of corruption but led him to the darkness later called the Silent Expanse.

The air grew thicker and Robert began to struggle with breathing. He turned around fearfully and pushed heavily enough that he left the aura of darkness. As he began to regain strength on the ground, a voice resonated from the darkness. “You turn back now, I see. It doesn’t matter. I will await your return.”

Then Robert realized. Ragni and the other towns were trapped heavily by forces of evil. The malicious gate and the stifling darkness. They...were doomed. But Robert had one thing in his power: he could eradicate corruption. That would be enough to halt the darkness.

He flew again, seeing the mass of corruption and the dark portal. Robert’s eyes narrowed in determination. He could do this. He shot forward and beneath him the corruption turned to grass, glowing trees, and pure light. The portal turned yellow and flowers covered it. At that moment, Robert’s joy was enough to make him forget the previous darkness. He returned to Ragni and felt a fierce love for his city. “I will protect it.” He vowed and the dream faded.

The poem/riddle so far: Fate's dark hold,

The next chapter will be in a different thread but I'll post the preface and the prologue with it along with a link to this thread.
I'll probably finish figuring out the first poem by the end of chapter 1.
Anyway, happy adventuring!

 

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