Revised Edition of my Prologue:

Here is my revised edition of my prologue. Thank you to all those that helped and commented. If I missed something, just comment again and I will try to get to it. Thanks!

The Keepers: Book One

Prologue
Many, many years ago, a gateway between the two realms was revealed. Wars were fought and many people and creatures were killed. The race of mankind all of a sudden vanished. Some say that the creatures or people of the other realm kept them as their slaves. Other said they were taken to the other realm’s prison. No one had a single clue what happened to them. No one but a man named Garthen. Richard Garthen.
He was assigned from the other realm to keep watch of the gateway. He in turn was given a choice. He could either have the help of six mere humans, or live all of his life as The Keeper. It was rumored to believe that he decided to choose the help of the humans. If he did, the legend states that they called themselves The Keepers.
They were each given special and unique powers. Powers that would help guard and keep The Gateway safe. No one was exactly sure what they could do, but there were definitely rumors. Some said that one had the responsibility of the sky and could Fly. Another said that one had the ability of Intelligence to See and Read. Another had the willpower of the sea and could Freez. One man claimed that his friend had the special ability of Deception and could Manipulate other people’s minds and thoughts. Another was that he met a man that had the ability of Summoning and loved to Cawl. One man had the responsibility of the Earth and favored Shyfting. But the most famous rumor of all was that the Leader was a Wyzard and could do all sorts of Magyk.
No one knew for sure, but they all thought it was just a myth. Everyone stopped trying to prove that it was true, and forgot about it. No one told their children or their grandchildren the truth of the matter. They just told it as a bedtime story at night. A myth, that’s all it was to the humans. Everyone forgot about it and decided not to worry about it. No one remembered or even heard about it for another couple of centuries, when a boy named William Kent was born.

***

The old man stepped out into the cold, wet rain. He could smell the sweet aroma of wet dirt. This man, Richard Keeper knew that tonight was the night. This had to happen today. He headed back inside and got himself ready. He slipped on his rain poncho and grabbed his boots. Richard quickly walked into the kitchen and grabbed the wrinkled, yellowed envelope off the cluttered counter. Then he stepped back into the rain. Richard walked down the driveway as he pulled up his hood and continued walking down the street. He heard a car engine start and he cautiously and very quickly looked over his shoulder. A black sedan was slowly turning around the corner. His corner. So Richard pulled his hood up around his head tighter and picked up his pace.
After a couple of blocks he looked behind him again. The car was still there. Slowly creeping up behind him. He reached the alley he needed to go down and took his opportunity. He quickly shuffled down that alley. He had no idea what to do, so he acted on instinct. The car reached the alley and a man got out. The man was a person you would see in a nightmare. In fact that was his name. Whorst NyteMare.
His scalp looked as if he hadn’t washed it in years. His chin had a scruffy, black, and very dirty, goatee. Even though they were in a dark alley, you would still describe him as a dark figure. If you saw him in broad daylight, he would look even darker. The man called NyteMare looked down the alley he thought he saw Richard Keeper go down, and saw nothing but a full and VERY stinky trash can. So he got back in his car and sped away.
Richard peered over the dumpster edge and looked toward the end of the alley. No one was there so he climbed out very cautiously. He walked to the opposite end of the alley and looked both ways. Good, no sedan. Then Richard quickly crossed the street and took a right at the intersection. He kept walking and finally stopped. He had reached his destination.
So Richard walked over to the red brick house and stopped at their dark blue mail box. He reached into his ripped pocket and fumbled for an old letter. He grabbed it and pulled it out. Richard leaned over to the mail box and slipped the envelope inside and listened to it drop. He looked up and saw no lights in the house. So Richard looked behind him and saw no one, and most important, no cars. He walked across the street and walked along the edge of the sidewalk. When Richard reached the end of the intersection, he looked back. Quiet and peaceful, as it should be. Then he turned and headed off into the cold, wet night.
***
As soon as Richard Keeper rounded the corner, the black sedan pulled out of the driveway down the street. He smiled to himself and chuckled to his partner. "I think we got our house," he claimed and pulled away.

Prologue to my Book

Ok. So those who steal my idea: I'll sue. Not really. I'll keep this post, and my future agent will sue. Not really. Just Kidding! I'm not sure this will get published. Anyways, comment if you like it. And comment if you don't like. What I'm saying is: comment anyways. So I know what to improve.
(This is just the Prologue by the way.)

Here it is:

Many, many years ago, a gateway between the two realms was revealed. Wars were fought and many were killed. The race of mankind all of a sudden vanished. No one had a single clue what happened to them. No one but a man named Garthen. Richard Garthen.

He was assigned from the other realm to keep watch of the gateway. He in turn was given a choice. He could either have the help of six mere humans, or live all of his life as The GateKeeper. It was said that he decided to choose the help of the humans. It is said that they called themselves The Keepers.

They all were each given special and unique powers. Powers that would help guard and keep The Gateway safe. No one was exactly sure what they could do, but there were definitely rumors. Some said that one had the responsibility of the sky and could Fly. Another said that one had the ability to See and Read. Another had the willpower of the sea and could Freez. One man claimed that his friend had the special ability of Deception. Another was that he met a man that had the ability to Call. One man had the responsibility of the Earth and favored Shyfting. But the most famous one of all was that the Leader was a Sorcerer.

No one knew for sure, but they all thought it was just a myth. No one knew for another couple of centuries, when a boy named William Kent was born.

***

The old man stepped out into the cold, wet rain. He could smell the sweet aroma of wet dirt. Tonight was the night. This had to happen today. He headed back inside and got himself ready. He slipped on his rain poncho and grabbed his boots. He quickly walked into the kitchen and grabbed the wrinkled, yellowed envelope off the cluttered counter. Then he stepped into the rain. He walked down the driveway as he pulled up his hood and continued walking down the street. He heard a car engine start and he cautiously and quickly looked over his shoulder. A black sedan was slowly turning around the corner. His corner. He pulled his hood up around his head tighter and picked up his pace.

After a couple of blocks he looked behind him again. The car was still there. Slowly creeping up behind him. He reached the alley he needed to turn down and took his opportunity. He shuffled down that alley like no one had ever done before. The car reached the alley and a man got out. He looked and saw nothing but a full and VERY stinky trash can, he got back in his car and sped away. The man peered over the dumpster edge and looked toward the end of the alley. No one was there so he hopped out cautiously. He walked to the opposite end of the alley and looked both ways. Good, no sedan. He quickly crossed the street and took a right at the intersection. He kept walking and finally stopped. He had reached his destination. He walked over to the red brick house and stopped at their dark blue mail box. He reached into his ripped pocket and fumbled for the old letter. He grabbed it and pulled it out. He leaned over to the mail box and slipped the envelope inside and listened to it drop. He looked up and saw no lights in the house. He looked behind him and saw no one, and most important, no cars. He walked across the street and walked along the edge of the sidewalk. He reached the end of the intersection and looked back. Quiet and peaceful, as it should be. Then he turned and headed off into the cold, wet night.

***

As soon as the man rounded the corner, the black sedan pulled out of the driveway down the street. He smiled to himself and chuckled to his partner. "I think we got our house," he claimed and pulled away.

And that's it! I hope you liked it.

I don't know what is wrong with my computer, but whenever I copy and paste this, all the formatting goes away. Trust me, I know how to format a book. My computer obviously doesn't.
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Anyways, hoped you liked it. Comment on it please.

I typed this many words today:

120,000,094!

Cool, eh?

Not really, just kidding, but I wish. Anyone who can do that, I admire. I only typed for an hour or so (not even. maybe less) and got 1,294 words.
This is my first time trying, but I went to this one site called Write or Die: Dr. Wicked's Lab (or something like that!) : )
It is really cool. You set your goal for how many words you want to write and then you set your time, and the modes you want it on. If you don't hurry fast enough, you're words will disappear. It really works on you. At least it did for me. I hurried so fast, my words flew on and off the page like a tornado! Not really, I'm just kidding. Here is the site URL. It is: http://lab.drwicked.com/writeordie.html IT WORKS!

Anyways, I was writing the beginning of my fantasy novel I am writing. I am not sure what to call it, but I'll figure it out. If you want to hear part of it, comment on this post and I'll write it in another post. (Just as long as no one steals my idea!) [I mean it! : ) ]

Well, I guess I'll write more of my book tomorrow. I'm soooo excited!

Oh, and by the way, my little brother had a GREAT birthday. I acted like I had no idea what was so special about yesterday, ans surprised him later. (I decorated his room and everything and got him a great present.)
Now, I have to go watch "Baby's Day Out" with my little brother and little sisters. They have been dying to watch it. (I LOVE it [Now I know that writers shouldn't use multiple exclamation marks, but I love the movie so much, I'm going to anyway.] !!!! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That felt good to get out of me. Back to seriousness. I'll write again soon.