TITLE: Havoc's Knot
GENRE: Upper MG Epic Fantasy
There was nothing more annoying than a blinding sunbeam. Frankly, Jake was not fond of the sun, or anything about the outdoors. And the sweet clean stench of spring air was pounding an irrational thought through his mind. Am I outside? That simply made no sense. And yet, that’s exactly what he knew to be true.
Every muscle and bone within him ached as though he had slammed against the damp ground beneath him. Dark clouds rolled overhead, shrouding the sky in gray as he lay sprawled within a patch of feathery meadow grasses agitated by the wind. Jake lifted himself and took in the scenery.
The dusk lit meadow was sprinkled with flowers and shrubs, surrounded by trees that scraped the clouds. Glancing at the stormy ceiling, he noticed a pink glow shed by the rising moon and another, much smaller moon snuggled close to the horizon. One thing was for sure, this was not Earth. Suddenly, he remembered what happened at the museum.
“Are you lost?” asked a welcoming voice. As his heart slammed against his ribs, Jake twisted around and sprung to his feet. A man in his early thirties stood before him with an outstretched hand and yellow eyes that tore straight through Jake’s quivering body. He kept his defensive position a good five feet from the individual.
“I think so,” he said, touching his neck. The voice that came out of his mouth was not the one Jake was familiar with. It sounded older.