Is this worth continuing?

For many years I have contemplated writing a novel. I am a huge science fantasy fan and have often thought I would like to have a go but never had the motivation. Well, 12 years of unemployment due to ill health gets you a tad tetchy at times, and now I am on the mend will I have to start and look for gainful employment? I don't know who would set me on as my memory is shot to bits, I write little notes for the slightest thing and sick them to the fridge door. Since I had chemo my poor tummy rebels quite a lot and I am never sure that I will get there in time! Eeewww. So what prospective employer would want me? Anyway, I have been doodling some things on this infernal machine for a few weeks now and would like some critiques please. Don't worry about offending me cos you won't do that. If you think it's rubbish then tell me so and I will stop wasting my time and practise batting my eyelashes whilst stood on the local Town Hall steps!


Prologue


It was the Before Time. A time of peace and prosperity. For a thousand years men,women and children had lived their lives simply and quietly. There were no wars, no poverty and no starvation, sickness was rare and the people lived long and happy lives. The fields were green and fruitful, the bounty it provided was plentiful, so no-one went to bed at night knowing the gnawing pangs of hunger.

Across the land the villages and towns lived in harmony, children laughed and played from dawn till dusk then they gathered with their elders, below the twin moons of Gaia which continuously blessed them with their light. They had listened to the joyous harmonies echoing eternally into the velvet darkness, as their voices resonated majestically into the night as they celebrated the wondrous gifts they had received, and praising their beloved Gods. They worshipped at shrines to the Old Ones. Powerful, magical beings who had spread their seed and knowledge hundreds of years earlier, before moving away. On rare occasions special children were born, delicate and fey, with pointed ears and violet eyes, these children in turn renewed the faith and knowledge which had been gradually lost, as these children were born with the genetic memory of their forefathers. But, slowly, these children had virtually disappeared and, after many hundreds of years were forgotten by most of the land. Isolated villages on the edge of civilization became the most devout, and it was in these places that the faith remained the strongest.

The wisdom of the Old Ones had been imparted to the simple village leaders, in mystical ceremonies, which became embedded into the depths of their psyche. They became the early priests, who, in turn taught the generations of children who followed. And, as happens with the repeated tellings of the stories they became distorted and gradually the memories were slowly forgotten by all but the most faithful and dedicated of their brethren.