The StoryTeller: Turtle Island Prologue

Prologue

Deep in a forgotten forest, a village of huts can be found. One of these huts has a dark red door;
the color ominous, yet inviting. As the rain fell on the old wooden door, elvish letterings showed.
Then the door slowly opened its old rusty hinges screaming through your ears before you hear a
deep, raspy voice say:

“Come in, come in. Don't just stand out there in the cold. I know, I know you have questions, and
I will answer them all. Why are we called “Turtle Islanders”? Why do we live here? So much more.
Come in, and I will tell you the whole story as I remember it.” said this 3.5 foot humanoid with vines
for hair. Some of the vines were dead brown, almost like long snakes as they rustled against the
floor as they fell out. He walked with a cane. But this cane didn’t look like just any cane. It was as
short as he was worn and didn’t seem to belong to this world, its odd shape showing with every
step he took. His clothes were an old linen robe, tattered and had seen better days, but it almost
seemed like a part of him now.

He walked up to a rocking chair and sat down. It squeaked as he put his weight into the chair,
“Come gather, I'll tell you the story...I still remember it in full detail like if it was yesterday. Come,
come"  

As you walk in you see the inside of the hut. It looks bigger and nicer than the outside,
like you were crossing into another plane; a magic barrier between the inside world and the harsh
weather and reality of the outside one. You go and sit on the couch not far from the old man. The
old man gave a faint smile as his old eye almost stares past you. His breath was raspy as he
relaxed in his chair before his weathered voice filled the room, starting to tell the story that seemed
to take him back to previous years.

“Where should I start? I was about your age. No! To understand that...I should go back farther...
I was a wee little lad. Yes...we will start there. We lived on this island and we thought this island
was all there was. The island was green and full of life. You could never see anything much like this.
You had to been there to believe and understand its beauty.” As the old man talked about the land
he lived on as a child, his eyes seem to grow, wonder and life glowed inside them. Then in a instant,
he went back to how he was before he started to talk, as if something sucked the life out of him. “
Something happened when I became older, and the whole island started to die, the plants, the
animals, everything. There was this smell. I will never forget this smell. It was the smell of death,
but little did i know at the time that was what it was. Soon, it flipped over and we all learned we
were living on a turtle and the turtle had died. Some of the people were shocked and didn't want
to leave. Others started to swim in all different directions. Not all of us made it to the nearby shore,
but a small number of us did; at least twenty out of the hundreds that lived on that island. Which I
was about your age at this time. This is where the story begins...”