This is only going to be a part which was took from the actual (Prologue)
The sky was dark as dark as deaths cloak, cold wind swept in from the north that blow straight into Arthors clear blue eyes. As he walked on through an abandoned feild he kept pausing from time to time, recollecting visions of a near future, each vision started with a clash of two black vehicles and a man in his twenties diving through the front wind screen. he walked on for a few yards, now looking over the city of cragg. A loud noise erupted from behind his back, he turned round to find to vehicled crushed together and a man lying on the ground his head split open and blood oozing out. Arthor paused, his expression changing from slightly depressed to shocked by the sudden turn of events. Had he somehow earned a sixth sense, for when he was a child he was only a weird boy with no friends, but now he is a weird boy with no friends and a sixth sense.