Prologue to possible fantasty novel? So, I'd like some feedback on this little story or possible novella, or even novel. Prologue Castle Crux had a large garden, where the king’s young sons Corvus and Serpens liked to sit and relax. It was filled with large, ancient trees from three decades ago before Crux was king; it was furnished with bushes and plants with long, smooth leaves; it was decorated with colorful flowers that filled the courtyard with delicious scents. The two boys flocked to the northwest corner of the garden, where a huge Sycamore provided shade for one hundred yards in each direction. However, this was not the reason why they liked that spot so much. There was an old stone sundial right in the middle of that spot; of course, the boys did not use it to tell time, they simply watched it and marveled at its age; for, down at the very bottom, almost hidden by the grass, was the inscription: “For King Cepheus, 266 AN.” For King Cepheus! Just this part of the sentence had many meanings to the boys. The ‘for’ implied that it was a gift from someone else; now, who could that be? The brothers would sometimes entertain themselves by sitting and wondering who made the sundial and gave it to the king. They would invent outlandish and fantastical characters like knights who chiseled the sundial out of the Sagitta Mountains to the west. Next came the part naming the king: King Cepheus. Who was this man?—Was he a good king?—Would anyone in town know who he was? So many questions were raised by a simple name. Some days the brothers would sit and agree that today would be the day that they asked their father about this King Cepheus, but for some reason, asking their father about a different king seemed rude, and they always decided not to ask. Yet, this did not stop them from wondering endlessly about King Cepheus. 266 AN! Just the year 266 was enough to send them into a frenzy. The year that they would delight in going to the garden was 285 AN. That meant that the sundial had been given to King Cepheus exactly nineteen years before when the brothers enjoyed looking at it. Nineteen years were a long time! That was five years older than Corvus, the elder brother of fourteen. AN meant ‘After Navis,’ King Navis being the last king of the Sun Dynasty, in which Aji the sun god was forced upon the citizens as the only God. After Navis came King Leo, the kind man who reestablished the citizens’ right to their own religions. The ‘AN’ age was considered the Golden Age of Enlis, while that lasted. One day in the summer a man arrived at the doorstep of Castle Crux. The two boys answered the door and were at first frightened by this man; his most distinguishing feature was his long grey beard that reached his sternum. He was dressed very poorly, and if the king had not interfered Corvus and Serpens likely would’ve thought him a beggar and closed the door in his face; he wore a tattered brown cloak that was tied around his waste with a thin brown cloth belt. His hair looked messy and long. He walked with a cane and held a cup a parchment in his left hand. Corvus was about to say, ‘Sorry sir, we have no money to give you,’ when the bearded man put his hand on the older boy’s shoulder and said, “Ah Corvus, how you have grown!” Corvus was bewildered, and could not speak in his confusion. The bearded man then turned to Serpens and said, “And you, Serpens, last time I saw you, you were just a babe.” “I don’t believe I know you,” Serpens said immediately, shrugging the bearded man’s hand off of his shoulder. He never thought before he acted, which was often his downfall. Corvus, on the other hand, took time to collect his thoughts before speaking to avoid sounding unintelligent and naïve. Oh, how he detested those words! Serpens continued, “Are you sure you have the right home?” Serpens was aware of how ridiculous this sounded, for all of Enlis knew that the king and his family lived there, but what else would he say? “No, this is definitely the right house,” said the bearded man. He stepped back and admired the castle. “Your father really knows how to make a castle look good; ‘Even if you’re a king, you should still look good’ as Dorado used to say—but, ah, you probably know her as your mother.” He smiled and looked from Corvus to Serpens. How does he know my mother too? Corvus thought. “Yes, I am here to speak with your father, and,” he said, perceiving the confused looks on their faces, “I assume he has not told you about me.” “No,” said Corvus, “he has not.” “Well then, I best introduce myself. I am Indus—” “Indus!” cried Serpens, “I’ve heard stories about you. You saved King Grus from the Dragon of Vulpecula!” “That I did.—But as I was saying, I am Indus, a wizard from—” “Wizard!” cried Serpens. “I’ve never met one before. You can do magic?” “That I can.—But as I was saying, I am Indus, a wizard from Greengrass—” “Greengrass!” cried Serpens. “I’ve only ever heard of that place in legends about heroes and adventurers. They say it’s dominated by magic. You’re from there?” “That I am.—But I as I was saying, I am Indus, a wizard from Greengrass, and an old friend of your father’s. I met him before he was king, when we both lived in the great city of Mensa—yes, Serpens, the Mensa—and worked under the ruler, Columba. I was an advisor to Columba, and, well, advised him on what to do during battles and wars, and also with boring things like taxes and laws. Your father was on the Council, where elected ‘elders,’ if you will, met and discussed problems within the city. Ah, those were the peaceful times when Cepheus was king.” Corvus and Serpens looked at each other. Did he say Cepheus? they both thought. Despite their excitement, they remained calm. “Did you say Cepheus?” Corvus asked. Indus looked reluctant to continue speaking. “Yes,” he finally said, “Cepheus was king before your father. He was a good man: very brave and always honest. I was not on as good terms with King Cepheus as I was with your father, but I chanced to speak to him a few times.” He stood there for a few more moments, fumbling with the parchment in his hand uncomfortably. “I did happen to talk to his wife, the queen, very often though. I was a childhood friend of hers.” “What queen was that?” Serpens asked. Indus once more looked uncomfortable and reluctant. At last he said, “Norma. King Cepheus was married to Queen Norma of Peger.” Indus squinted and asked, “Why is it that you are so interested in Cepheus?” “Err,” said Serpens. “We’re just interested in learning about kings and Enlis. History has always been a fascinating subject to us.” “Ah!” said Indus, his face brightening, “I should’ve known! I myself have always been interested in Enlis history as well—in fact, right now I’m reading the biography of Plassus; he’s an interesting fellow, isn’t he?” The brothers were unsure of what to say. Finally, Corvus said, “Yes, yes, he is interesting, isn’t he?” Indus smiled and walked into their parlor. He looked around, seemingly surprised at how different the room looked, when the boys’ father walked in. He greeted Indus like an old friend—for he was indeed an old friend—and then asked him if they should get to business. Apparently, Crux needed to talk to Indus about ‘important matters in the west,’ involving issues with Lord Gepius of Alu, the second largest city in Enlis. The brothers were surprised at how official their father sounded—sometimes they forgot that he was king.