User blog:Ben 1,000,911/Saga Narration

This is a blog post that will chronicle the narration of Saga.


 * 1) Chapter 1
 * Hazel
 * This is how an idea becomes real. But ideas are fragile things. Most don't live long outside of the ether from which they were pulled, kicking and screaming. That's why people create with someone else. Two minds can sometimes improve the odds of an idea's survival... but there are no guarantees. Anyway, this is the day I was born.
 * It was a time of war. Isn't it always. I was born on a planet called CLEAVE, an anicent ball of mud circling a faded old star. It never had much strategic value, but the place still mattered. To me, anyway. See, this is where my parents met, but it's not where they were from. They grew up way over here, back where the war began. This is LANDFALL, largest planet in the galaxy, and also my mother's home. Its one and only satelite is WREATH, my father's native moon. If there was ever a time these two got along, nobody remembers it. When the war with Wreath started, it was fought amidst the general population, in cities like this one, Landfall's capital. But because the destruction of one would only send the other spinning out of orbit, both sides began to OUTSOURCE combat to foreign lands. While peace was restored at home, the conflict soon engulfed every other world, with each species forced to pick a side - planet or moon. Some of the locals never stopped thinking about the battles being waged in their names on distant soil. Most didn't really give a shit.
 * From my very first day, I was persued by men. All of them tried to hurt me, but only one managed to break my heart. Sorry, getting ahead of myself.
 * He just couldn't say no to her. But if he'd known what wheels had started spinning over on Wreath, my fater never would have left those tunnels.
 * My name is Hazel. I started out as an idea, but I ended up something more. Not much more, to be honest. It's not like I grow up to become some great war hero or any sort of all-important savior... but thanks to these two, at least I get to grow old. Not everybody does.


 * 2. Chapter 2


 * Hazel
 * Actually, against all odds, I'd been alive three whole days. My family's quest for Cleave's mythical Rocketship Forest had sent us doubling back into its all-too-real Endless Woods. Dad had been awake for sixty-five of the seventy-two hours since I was born. Mom hadn't closed her eyes once.