I'm almost done with the revisions of Green or Dead book 1 and I would like to get victims...cough cough...I mean volunteers that would like to read the manuscript to critique, comment, write a review or just plain rip apart-no big. It is different from the original and I hope to have it completed by Sunday night and then I can start focusing my energy to the sequel Dangerous Priorities. Any way... here's the Prolouge...rewriten or at least part of it I think it will have three parts-we'll see.


There was a roar and a flash of teeth and blood. A lot of blood. The scream of the creature died away just as quickly as it had begun. The Beast that had caused the scene in the woods slackened its jaws and let the dead creature fell limp onto the ground. He stalked away trying his best to fold his lips back over his fangs.


'Why? I had no one left.' It was an orange bear with one eye and a long pink scar that ran from to nose that spoke out against the chimeara. The Beast that looked like a lion and being a male its horns, like that of a goat, were hidden almost completely it mane. It also hid the fangs and venom of a snake that folded safely backwards, located to the outside of its feline canines, until they were required. 'I heard of you, Conri' The bear removed the woven pack from his back and set it with the care of a mother placing her cub in a safe location. It was hard to see what it contained but there was strains orange fur sticking out where the basket was not to perfect. After losing his Keeper he had gone a little mad with grief. A comrade in arms had to fight him off and his sword half blinded the Beast in order to bring him back to some sort of sense. Instead he wandered away and tried to collect the broken pieces of himself. Since, he has been trying to hold onto every piece of himself which was translated into collecting every piece of fur that was shed. It was everything that was important to him. Even after he had met up with several other Beasts and had traveled with each for a time. The latest Beast traveling companion he had grown quite fond of and felt as if he was now losing another part of him. A clump of fur that he would never be able to find again. He lunged, unthinking now that his self was safe, at the chimeara.


Conri's lips pulled back again as if in a smile to the untrained eye. To the trained it was clear that Conri was amused but not pleased at the same time. He tried to give the creature an easy out. To not die this day. Conri quickly dodged as if the Bear had been merely been walking. Conri was behind him and now it was his turn. He slowly climbed the back of the bear who rose to his hind legs as if he would scare him. When the chimeara reached his neck his fangs sunk beyond the fur and into the flesh below. He could feel the venom with each of his heart beats flow into the bear who began to paw at the parasite. He then shook his body hoping, and successfully dislodging the creature from its back. Conri landed on all fours to one side of his adversary. The bear turned to face him.


'You will die bear, why fight?' His voice was one of confidence and fit well with the part of him that was long since derived from a snake. The bear issued a roar in response. He brought his weight to bear, and had his Keeper been a live it would have been greater as every fiber of his being was focused into increasing his mass. His mind flittered slightly as the memory of him and his Keeper fighting flashed. It had been a time when he could grow or shrink in size, what ever was needed of him. But now his life was a constant misery. Still, he was nothing to baulk at and as he fell onto his enemy he knew he was victorous and the Beast below him was sure to have been crushed.


The one thing that the bear had not expected was that Conri's Keeper wasn't dead, he wasn't present and no one knew his face but he was not dead. Thus he caught the falling bear on his horns and then with the strength retrieved from a larger form, he pushed the bear to one side and off of his horns. The bear could no longer move as the venom had worked its way through him causing paralysis.


'You Beasts so dependent on your Keepers. You forget to how to fight on your own when there is no sword to back you up.' Conri's voice in the bear's head was now that of the lion he appeared to be but the bear wasn't looking at his killer. His eyes were locked on one thing, on one part of the whole. On the basket that he believed contained the missing pieces of his soul. He had always thought that he would find the person that would make him whole again. The Keeper that would be able to take in the Keeperless and love them.


Conri followed his to gaze at the basket. Every muscle in his face began to twitch trying to articulate the anger and fury correctly. With one bound he was on it and his teeth were locked into it weave. He shook it with the ferocity of a starving Feral cat. The basket hit the trees several times. The stripes of wood from which it were made cracked and splintered and the fur that would remind some of the wisps of flames that try to escape the wood it feeds off of and join the stars only to be quickly be put out by the hunger.


'No...' And as the wind picked up and lodged clumps of the fur in the pine bows around them it also took what remained of his life and whisked it away to where his Keeper wait.


'Broken, every Beast is broken. They are slaves to their captivity and will never know freedom.'