

                For those of you who don't read my posts....

        I am writing a book a chapter at a time and will be uploading
text files as i finish a chapter....I hope you enjoy the story...
                Haplo


This is set in an undetermined amount of years in the future


                                
                                Prologue

        When the big companies took over the United States no one really        
questioned it.  In fact many people applauded it.  Unemployment was down
and homlessness was down.  The big companies took away all of the decisions
from everybody and most of the country was happy.  Until somebody wasn't.
Trees were being cut down at a mile a minute in the rainforests and their
were still a lot of eco phreaks around.  What the corporation didn't know
was that these were not just people who were content with protesting, these
people beleived in action.  James Wizwall was one of them.  A graduate
from Harvard's college of Bio Chemical Engineering and a devoted eco terrorist
who had the brains to create a prectorate of his beloved rainforests.  He 
created a race of humaniods who would live in the forests across the world
and with a certain amount of mysticism, named them elves.  The basic form of
these elves was much like that of a human with a few noteable exceptions.
The ears of the elves were lobeless with the tops rising to a point, their 
height was genetically imprinted for the males not to exceed five foot and
five inches while the females would not grow taller than five foot two inches.
Their small height was also accompanied with a small build.  Before James
released these creations of his into the wilderness he had genetically 
imprinted with the DNA of some of the worlds greatest fighters.  Not only
were the elves devoted to their forests they were also capable killers.
So began the age of the elves.
        With all success their must come a few mistakes though.  Smaller 
humanoids were first generation developements and again named appropriatly.
They were the dwarves.  Due to their mishapen genetic code instead of loving
the lush forests and the sight of open sky James found that they despised it.
The Dwarves were then dismissed from the care of James to live or die, he
cared not what happened to them.  That was his first mistake.  His second was
not keeping a few of his elves as bodyguards.  Two months after James released
the dwarves into the forests a small contingent of dwarved males forced their
way into his research complex and slaughtered everyone who was involved in 
the project.  The dwarves were led by their first chieftan, Mandecello
Mejia.  He led the small clan of first generation dwarves to a small mining
colony in North Dakota.  They slaughtered all of the humans in the colony 
and used the mines as their homes.  
        The last of what came to be known as the abberations were the Koho.
The Koho were crossbreeds of elves and humans.  Although their population is
scarce: 150 in realtion to the elves now 400,000 and the dwarves in their 
750,000, and the humans in their now decimated 1,385,000: they found them-
selves to be the most powerful creatures in the land.  Wanderers by nature
the Koho are extremely intelligent and have a power that for centuries has
been the stuff of legend.  They posess the power of magic.  Not parlor tricks
like the humans had mastered in the late 20th century, no this was powerful
and destructive magic.  The most powerful of these magi was Haplo Amaggon.
He tore a rift in the very fabric of reality in the center of the grand
canyon and left this world in search for another one.  It is the legends
of the Koho that one day he will return and save all races from the downward
spiral that the earth has fallen into.

                             Chapter One

        Juniper sat on the top the largest tree in the forest looking out 
over the trees of her forest home admiring the stars.  She did this often now since her tribe had been wiped out by a
band of humans who had wanted to settle in their area.  She travelled alone
now and had seen most of the ruins of the old world.  Many years ago it was
rumored that vast amounts of people had lived in these ruins and that a thing
called civilization had ruled everyone.  Juniper oft wondered what kind of
power this civilization had.  Maybe it had been one of the Koho and had had
great magical powers.  Whatever it was she would never know for everyone who
had been around during that time was centuries gone and their foreberers had
long forgotten.  She liked to stare at the stars, it helped her remember 
better times.

        Fifteen feet away from where Juniper sat in her tree sat another lost
soul.  His name was Gregory but he was known as the Knight of the Mystic Blue
Bird.  He wore a breast plate that had an engraved blue pheonix on it.  Never
before had he felt more alone than now.  It was the first anaversary of his
joining, but his wife was either dead or a slave.  She had been captured by
Dwarves when they had raided his village.  He had been away so he didn't find
out for three days that his children had been killed and his wife was missing.
No one in the village had been left.  Those to old to be of any use had been
killed and those who were to young to be bothersom had been killed as well.
He remembered standing there with his twins in his arms screaming at the top
of his lungs that whatever gods ruled in the heavens above to take him now.
All of this rushed into his mind and heart when he had heard a sweet song
floating through the jungle air.  He had followed the melody until he had seen
the elven woman up in the tree.  Her beauty had set him back a step.  If you
rounded the ears she would have looked just like his wife.  The next thought
in his mind was fear.  If there was one elf than there was likely to be more.
He knew from his mentor that elves rarely traveled alone.  He lowered his head
and pulled his bow off of his shoulder and notched an arrow in the string.
With steady hands and an even sharper eye he raised the bow and aimed at the
elven woman.  He never did find out what gave him away, maybe it was a sixth
sense the elves had about danger, maybe he had moved to suddenly and she had
sensed the movement.  Whatever it was, she looked directly at the man who
was about to kill her.  She stood up slowly on the limb she was on and raised
her arms wide making her body look like a cross in the moonlight.  And in that
instant Greg lowered his bow.  What he had seen when his eyes had come into 
contact with the elven woman was pure sorrow, a soul who welcomed death to
release it from the pain it was in.  All of this Greg received from that look.
It brought his heart crubling down and knew then that he was defeated.  He
looked defeatedly into the ground waiting for the multitude of elves that
would quickly swarm down upon him and kill him.  He, like the woman he was
about to kill, welcomed death.  It was his only hope that it would be quick.
After a few moments Greg realized that death was not coming and raised his
eyes.  Raised them into direct contact with the elf woman who now stood on
level ground, even with him and smiling.



