so my first try is just a couple of pages long. jsut trying to figure put the style and just getting a second opinion from you guys / ladies english is not my mother language but was abroad some years.. so i wrote a fictional fake intro for the second book of the "raif" series as i call it 
it aint perfect but its my firdt try...enjoy
The Dreadlords watch
Darkness was within them, around them. Making the air thick with the absence of light. They kept watching as Mor draka was slowly dragging his body through the chamber ruins after having defeated one of the hundred shatan maer they had under their control. Cruel smiles on cruel faces as they knew that what was to be inevitable was just delayed, although time had no meaning in their lives. They had their own prophesy and were patiently waiting for the events to unfold. The Sword of Red Ice had to be found before they would be set free by their unexpected savior. Baralis. He of all men who had tried to avoid their very release would be the man who set them free. Irony was part of their Gods nature thus irony was part of them.. Patience they whispered to each other, while all around them the howling of their underlings was at a deafening pitch, Patience, they commanded and the howling abruptly stopped. Their horses blinded and deafened to withstand the cruel world they lived in, grew restive with their masters orders. They, the Dreadlords knew the time would soon come when their armies would be unleashed on the rich fat lands of the Sull and give a final battle to annihilate the much hated remnants of their own clan. The Sull. They all were Sull once, back when the ancient ones still had them enslaved to do their bidding through the magic of the Core, but that was a memory long gone, their uprising and eventual win that ended with the creation of the Want was a memory of the past, a past that less than half of the Dreadlords could now remember.
Mort Draka. He was the key to their victory. The key to end their everlasting wait in the lands of darkness. He would soon join their cause. The prophesy was unveiling slowly but true.
Once to kill the beast and defy them
And once to free the Sword that bind them
They knew this would happen, but they had to witness it with their own eyes. Prophesy was to be fulfilled. Written at the very first years they were imprisoned in this hated world. Written but not forgotten. And all that mattered was which path he would choose to follow.
Dreams of a Reach
Ash woke with her sweat already freezing on her forehead. She was day dreaming again. The horror she felt inside dried her mouth making her tongue feel alien. She reached and grabbed the half empty water skin hanging from her horse and drunk heartily until she quenched her thirst. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings and hoped that the Sull horse had a better knowledge of the place than her. It led the way now and for the past 2 days it was trotting through uninhabited land and deep creeks filled with fresh snow. It had stopped snowing sometime through morning but she was too tired to even notice it.
The dreams were all that she could think of now. Raif was in danger. It wasn’t the danger of the battle she knew he had won, it was something deeper, something coming from the very essence of her powers, and she was the one that could save him or destroy him.
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