Chapter One

The Gorms attack

Three children Popkin, Pasco and Baby Pip are getting dragged up the stairs and into the bedroom by Aunt Patrica. “Why are you taking us into the bedroom?” exclaimed Popkin “Father is being attacked.” The children listened to the chaos outside, terrified for their family, while Aunt Patrica wasn’t worried and looked for something. A few minutes later she pulled out something covered in a Christmas cloth and handed it to Popkin. He unwrapped it and inside was a magical sword, it had a note on it. “This magical sword can cut through anything apart from iron. Gorms are iron, head to toe.” Pasco mentioned.

Aunt Patrica tried to push them under the bed as they kicked off because they needed to help the warren, not run away from it. While Baby Pip relentlessly cries for his mother, they could hear the terror-stricking of Gorm’s footsteps getting closer. The three all fell into the tunnel.

They looked at the amazing brick walls and all the different routes and directions. There was no lighting, no sound, just the darkness. Multiple of the forty two thousand routes were dead ends. Pop and Pas decided to stop for the time being and have a sleep. Popkin woke up and went looking for a shimmer of light, then came back hopeless. “Hang on, where have Pip and Pas gone?” Popkin said bewildered. He continued to look. “AHH” he screamed “AHH” goes another voice. “We’ve been looking for you for ages and why did you run off!” They all went back to sleep but little do they know, the Gorms are ripping and moving everything in the house…