Pre-amble

Hello! If you are reading this, welcome! If you're not, I'm not sure why you're here (haha). I am an amateur writer looking to get some work out there. I'm starting with this webnovel as a way to get my feet wet in exposing my self in public (hold up... Nah that wording's fine). I sincerely hope you enjoy! The hope is to be pumping out chapters at least biweekly once I get it all under way. 

A little about me. I'm a husband and father of one. I work full time like most, if I do not post regularly at first, I'm still getting the kinks out. I have written a good amount in the past, but with zero criticism from others to this point. I'd like to change that. If this turns out to be a total flop with like five readers, that's five more than I've ever had! 

Anyway, my first post will be the prologue, followed by chapter 1, hopefully same day. Thank you very much for your time.

Sincerely,

Alewood

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Prologue

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