/lit/ - Literature

Asking for help on a good prologue.

Criticism appreciated and hoping for some suggestions.

The metal gate opened with smooth motion, and in came a set number of trucks and cars. The space inside the school was vast and open. The sky was blue and the clouds were white, beckoning a day’s efforts to unfold. Upon parking in rows each predesignated to their driver, people started to step out onto the grounds, and in a near perfect line they started walking towards the main building of the school.
The headmaster awaited the arrival of the new staff to her institution. An auditorium beneath underneath the main school building. A large space lined with a few hundred seats all facing a sizable platform at the bottom of the incline was soon filled with the new arrivals, all with seats assigned to them. Everyone and everything had a place and role to play.
Some had multiple roles, some had but one, yet each and every one thing was expected to perform to perfection. Nothing was allowed to go wrong. Failure was not allowed to exist here, in St. Venture’s school for children. For it’s arrival would carry with it a price too great.
With everyone in their seats, a woman slowly walked on-stage. Her pace was steady and with a slight stomp to her heel, she turned to face them all. “Welcome to St. Venture’s school for youth. My name is Amelice Minerva. I am the headmaster of this institution.” Her voice would have made one think she had a microphone, but she was just that loud. Her tone leaving room for neither hesitation nor misinterpretation.

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