She spoke to the King, hoping he would forbid his son to go, but he said: “Well, dear, it’s true that adventures are good for people even when they are very young. Adventures can get into a person’s blood even if he doesn’t remember having them.”
– Eva Ibbotson, “Secret of Platform 13”
Good afternoon everyone. Today I am going to share with you the prologue of my new story (which doesn’t have a name yet, I’m afraid). It’s a short excerpt, but I quite like it. Take a look and enjoy!
Once, long ago, the world was a quiet place. Then the Great Wars began and shook the earth. Creatures awoke from the depths, shadows of evil that mortals knew not to exist. The monsters drove all life from the land, turning the earth into a barren wasteland where no green thrived. The weakest of the humans were slain; the strongest were killed in battle; the smartest hid and formed resistances across the land.
Far above the scarred lands below were the floating islands in the clouds. These were home to the Sky People, the Silex. Uncaring of what happened beneath, they watched on as the world grew dull and lifeless, continuing life on their islands as they always had: in peace and solitude. They had never felt the need to aid the heedless humans in their many times of trouble, yet they would very soon come to regret their decision. Like all ignorance, it does not start to fade until it has seen its mistakes.
This is a story of adventure, danger, and above all else, the power to believe in the impossible.