Tense

Ned peered up at the full moon and then through the instrument. The moonlit path illuminated across the swamp. But the pathway faltered and faded into darkness. He stared up at the night sky again and narrowed his… Read More

Slipping Away

Ned took the bag and slipped the map inside. Holding the instrument in one hand, he stood before Krea. The fire crackled. She meant a lot to him. He tried to speak, but no words came out. Ned… Read More

Get Ready

The wooden door creaked open. Ned heard footsteps moving toward him. Krea sped around the oak upright and stood by the light of the fire. She was pale and had clammy skin.

Clandestine

On the way back to the farmhouse, Krea saw men, horses and carts lining up toward the edge of the swamp. Before she could get back inside, Krea spotted soldiers running through the wetlands. Moonlight shone on the… Read More

Calm Before The Storm

Boots trampled over pine needles and browned leaves. Blurs of leather ran downhill through tall pine trees. Hardened warriors carried bows, arrows, swords and daggers as they ran. Kroll was at the lead. He knew the route by… Read More

Fraternising

Happiness burst inside Krea when she realised Ned was still there in the morning. As ever, she was dressed in rags and had straggly, unkempt hair. She ran up and hugged him. Out of the corner of his… Read More

On The Farm

The man who bought Ned owned a farm just outside the large gates to Malaxia. His name was Gundred and he lived in a small farmhouse with his daughter Krea. He was a kind but mournful man as… Read More

Slave

Word got out something special was for sale in the market. Rumour had it a captured boy outran Kroll’s troops back to Malaxia. It was well known Kroll and his men were soldiers without equal. The selection process… Read More

Time To Go

Numbskull scurried away. Kroll turned and scraped his boots on the stone floor. Ned felt elated. Some hope at last. The boy watched him leave and wondered how the jailors would react. Without a word, Numbskull and Side-Kick… Read More

Confrontation

There was no time like the present. Kroll marched purposefully through grey streets and into the courtyard. He was in possession of a skeleton key. A lock clunked and he swung the door open. Striding quickly along a… Read More