EDIT; I just recently lost all interest in this story and deleted everything and am starting over, this time modernly with a touch of medievil stuff, look for it later Please rate the prologue to my book-in-the-making. this is a history of one of the charecters in the book and happens in the past, it relates to nothing until page, i believe, 56, where everythign unfolds. I have much more, 67 pages more, though I don't want to bore you to death. Please, any and all suggestions, flames, and rude remaks are appreciated. ̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅEkrob, a mighty Yakku general, led a procession to the armory. The Yakki were marching to war. Yakki were an evil race; a mistake of mankind controlled by a malevolent king. For the past hundred years they had kept to themselves, though there were battles, there was never a war waged between them and any other beings. Their king himself possessed a power so strange and mysterious; he could bend the Yakki to his bidding. All knew he was not really of their race, but no one had the courage or stupidity to bring up the matter for fear of and unspeakable death. The voice of Ekrob was one that commanded respect, one that commanded fear. ̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅAku gwenÃÆÃâÃâöb, miu siuki losk, Ready the battle lions̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ