Author of 'Pirates and Pengiuns'
This is the prologue (and a snippet of the first chapter) from my children’s fantasy novel Pirates and Penguins:
“About a year from now.
It was the end-time. The world hung on by a thread. It was the final battle and the boy faced it alone. Hunched, shielding his eyes and face with his forearms and desperately trying to force one foot forwards. It was all he could do now: try to move forwards.
A mass of light that was so bright it overwhelmed all colour burned in from every direction and surrounded him. It had substance and it was like swimming through honey. Into the light came dark tendrils of obsidian shadow curling and furling. Grasping and groping for the boy like tentacles. Snaking their way through and trying to snare him.
The boy tried to step forwards. The fierce energies swirling around him made his skin tingle painfully. It was so difficult to move. Everytime he tried to step forwards he could feel the maelstrom of energy pushing back, crushing in on him. His feet slid back on the highly polished marble and he felt his heart trying to sink.
He could hear the sounds of the raging battle outside the great hall. He could hear shouts and war cries, the clang of weapons, the bangs and crackling noises of spells and magical weapons being unleashed. All to buy him enough time to stop the world from ending.
The boy knew that this was it. The final battle and he was so near. He’d come so far, farther than he’d ever dared dream… But he was scared. So scared it hurt, but he couldn’t stop now. A little voice in his head was telling him to run, willing him to escape. Telling him there must be something else he could try. But there wasn’t. He knew it. This was the only way to save her, save everyone. He could actually feel her beyond the swirling mass of power around him and she was getting weaker and fainter by the second.
He had to hurry. There was something in the way though. Just beyond the wall of energy was something cold. he could feel it too and it felt horrible. He knew it was controlling the power that was being set against him. He had to face this, this thing. He had to fight it, had to beat it. If he didn’t she would die and the world would be lost, he just knew it.
He could hear the girl screaming at him through it all, telling him to run away. Telling him it was too late for her. Telling him run before he died. He didn’t listen. He felt her fade some more and he knew he had to try harder. he swallowed hard and gritted his teeth. His foot moved ever so slowly through the thick, heavy, blinding energy. He groaned with the effort as he forced it to the marble floor. Done it!! ’One step at at a time,’ he told himself, breathing heavily as he forced his other foot forwards…
Lukas had been kidnapped. He knew he had been kidnapped. After all, it was not every night that you suddenly woke to find yourself chained to a wall!
He had no idea why anybody would want to kidnap him either. He was just a scrawny boy of ten years. It was a mystery to Lukas as to why any hardened criminal would be interested in him. Lukas was small and very pale with a dark mop of messy, unwashed hair. He had a round face with a slightly lopsided grin, a normal sized nose and bright golden eyes.
His eyes were his only unusual feature. They were not the blues, browns or greens that people expected to see. But were instead, a glowing, molten-amber colour. He didn’t know if he had inherited his weird eyes from his mum or his dad as they were both dead. They had been eaten by a saber tooth when he was a baby. So, Lukas had grown up…..”