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Here's the first part to my prologue of my book, Avarisix. Hope you enjoy it!

Prologue
Dreams


Wind coursed throughout the Laudros Plains. A large tiger warrior shuddered as the cold wind brushed against his fur. He pulled the cloak tighter around his body and cursed the wind as it snuffed out his fire. “Damn this wind!” He muttered to himself. “Will it ever cease? I can’t go to Zawgrin’s castle in this weather.”
He muttered more curses as he pulled out a tent from his horse’s pack. He unfolded it and set it up. “Zapras tent!” A bright light encircled the tent before disappearing. That should keep the tent from flying away. He thought. He walked back over to his horse and pulled out a blanket and pillow. “Good night, Xion.” He said as he patted the horse. “Sleep well, my friend.”
The tiger walked back to the tent and went inside. He set up a makeshift bed and laid down. I hope my soldiers will be all right. He thought as he drifted into sleep. As he slept, he encountered the same recurring nightmare he had every night.
Captain Hercule Brummel was a proud and fierce warrior. He was tall and well built. He had soothing brown eyes and short light brown hair. He was brave and very intelligent. He was always busy training soldiers, but always made time for his wife and son, Lorena and Jolet.
Hercule was playing with Jolet on the outskirts of Seitorimun, their hometown. Lorena was watching them from a small hill. Hercule was laughing along with his son as he tossed Jolet into the air. “Do it again, papa!” Jolet laughed.
“Alright! Here we go!” Hercule laughed as he tossed Jolet higher. He stopped laughing when he smelled something burning. He caught Jolet in his arms and looked at him. He let out a cry of terror as he saw burn marks all over his body. “Oh no! Jolet, are you okay?”
Jolet smiled. “There’s nothing wrong, papa! I’m fine!”
Hercule gasped as the burn marks burst into flames. The flames danced across his body, burning everything it touched. “Lorena? Can you help me?” He asked as he attempted to put the flames out. He cried when he saw Lorena. She was encased in flames. “Lorena! You’re on fire!”
“What are you talking about?” Lorena asked as she smiled. “You are being silly. I still love you though.”
What is going on here? Captain Brummel asked himself. Don’t Lorena and Jolet know that they are on fire? Captain Brummel’s eyes widened with horror as he saw his home engulfed in a raging inferno. This has got to be a dream! Wake up!
The fire raced throughout the town and across the hills. It trapped Hercule and his family. Hercule started sweating from the heat. The fire edged closer as he let out a yell.
Captain Brummel woke up with a scream. He sat up in his makeshift bed and shivered as a cold wind blew in from the open flaps of his tent. He put on warm clothes and donned his armor. He walked outside into a brisk cold morning. He breathed a sigh of relief. “At least the wind has died down a little bit.”

well, if you look in some of the most famous books, thoughts are in italics. I'll remember that part with Lorena for a future re-write

let me fix the flash-back in the next part and I'll post it up. (It'll be in italics b/c it's a flashback. sort of like a dream.)