THE DYNASTY MYTHOS

     Before you, dear reader, is a large tome of gold and brass, with hardwood covers and a thick, glue mashed reed spine. A few precious gems are worked into the intricate binding near the corners and along the left edge about a quarter inch from the edge, and a lock rests in the center of the book that seems to have been made back in ancient times, with ornate swirling patterns dancing around the lock’s hole. Oddly, you find that you have the key in your hand, even though it wasn’t there before. It seems that the book itself wanted you to read it. A little unsure if you want to take the time and effort to absorb yourself into what was written inside of it, curiosity finally gets the best of you and you release the aged seal. The metal wire strap that held the book locked releases and suddenly words appear on the cover of the large tome:

                                             The Dynasty Mythos

     The room you are in suddenly changes around you and you find yourself in a large, rounded tower, the stone walls colored a bluish grey and the windows open and without glass. You can feel the sun touching your skin and warming your flesh. You can smell air so pure and clean it almost makes you dizzy. You can hear the wind through the grasses and the laughter of children mixing with the sounds of hundreds of animals and insects.
     Delighted by the new world you have stepped into, you begin to rise from the chair you are sitting on, but as you do so the world begins to fade. You blink and look back at the book and in your mind you hear it whisper.
“Not yet, my friend. You have only begun to enter into this world, and are not yet a part of it. Open me and read me. Hear my tales and witness the events that have been penned into me so very long ago. You have been chosen as one of the very few of your time to know the truths I have in me that are lost to your reality. Read me and you will find that the substance of the world you wish to be part of will draw you into it. And perhaps you may one day be part of this book as well. “
     You are not quite sure what to make of the words in your head, but you turn the pages and find yourself at the first part of our story. May you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it for you. But know this: this book, even as old as it is, is a dangerous one. It is greedy for the reader, and wants to absorb your very essence into its pages. It wants you to be part of the grand eternity of The Dynasty Mythos.