Darkwhispers
Prologue
You’ve probably had wonderful family day trips on sky ships. In the scorching summer, you expectedly would have soared over your city, ascending higher than mountains and as quick as a cheetah, gliding past oceans so simply. As you flew there would be mysterious and unexplored islands floating or mounted into the salt infested sea. However, you might have taken a quick stop on one of the islands for a refreshing picnic, but that is in the summer.
On the other hand, expeditions to unidentified islands can most likely be very different. You should try an adventure when the winds are hard and high, when rain is dropping down like meteors from the dark and gloomy sky. Experience suffering with drowned recourses, where you have to ration little food and drink the rain when your supply of water has failed. Discovering islands can be a joy and you heart can feel content, but when you soon find out rumours of dangerous ice and rock monsters, your feelings will deflate with pure bone-trembling fear. And do beware, most skilled pilots still check their fuel before lift-off. Furthermore, those rumours are not fairy-tales, they are recommended to all of The Sky ship Nation.
Chapter 1
Many people cheered and celebrated as the Manic rose high into the crisp air. Captain Wilson stood gingerly driving the wonderful sky ship as the engines caused commotion and they stuttered into life. They were off!
Max and Lydia observed below like a hawk as the crowds became small unknown specs. Manic soared up and up and up and a tremendous speed, it passed over many houses, churches and small corner shops until a large spire was spotted ahead. But the Manic was simply too high. Roads, streets, avenues and villages were thrown away, out of Max’s and Lydia’s view. Soon enough the ocean was in sight.
Both of them heard the whistling of the wind and the crash of the waves against distant the rocky outcrops. Still they waved to whoever saw them and they were so glad to finally be on a proper Sky ship adventure. Minutes later, their eyes met and both of their smiles beamed happily, but Max’s body shivered in anxiousness and his head went dizzy and somehow, he still looked in tip-top shape. He then stated “Is it safe, should we be out here now,” but Lydia just laughed as if it was one of his silly jokes.
Within an hour, only water could be seen, no land, no boats just nothing but a baby blue horizon. Max sighed in relief as he settled down on deck, Lydia then said, “Just relax, but I really do wonder if we see Ermitage Wrigglesworth.” Only silence replied.
Max soon had the courage to stand up (but still gripping the railing extremely tightly) he raised his voice and announced, “This better not be like last where we came across dangerous sky-orcs and Rhino mixed giants, that was not good in any shape or form!”
That same night, the calming weather took a turn for the worst. Thunder crackled ferociously as small shimmers of lightning illuminated the pitch like sky. Max soon looked down and spotted large oil rigs and boat station as the moonlight ocean acted as a soothing back-ground, everything was good for now.
Chapter 2
A month passed and the Manic glided on through the miserable weather. Hail and high winds powered through the sky, the Manic experienced some turbulence as light snow concealed the view. As dawn rose, they both woke with a start and saw a clear scenery which soothed them both and saw many floating islands aligned like a spiraling staircase. At the head, the final island presented itself elegantly as pine trees created a forest and beautiful lakes and rivers flooded the land but most significantly there were many landing spots awaiting the Manic. In the eyes of Max, it was named The Rocky Spiral. His spine shuddered.
Observing the below, Captain Wilson used a pair of ornate binoculars and, spotted the perfect landing spot. Moments later she announced, “A perfect landing spot is in sight, prepare to land!” She had seen what sort of looked like the curved wreckage of a slightly smaller sky-ship. Lydia peeped over the deck curiously about what lay underneath. Had Wrigglesworth once settled down there?
The Manic came to a stop; all the crew formed a crowd near the deck to stare down where they had just landed. Lydia and Max peered towards the open space where the wreck was intertwined with many emerald vines. To one side, a miniature river only moved because of the wind current washing up many different rubbishes ranging from a variety of sizes. On the other side, a chunky forest scattered across the entire area. As Max gazed at the sky grey clouds engulfed the sapphire dome, but then the sun gently shined.
The crowd on deck soon slipped down a thick and secure rope thrown carelessly to the ground, they began to inspect the not-so-well parked skyship. Creeping in the rusted door, Lydia began to tumble through the shrubbery growing through the deck and then she found it. An enclosed room with a pitch lamp still burning dimly; with an unfinished letter stating at the end, yours sincerely Ermatige W. “Look everyone come, I’ve found a clue,” Lydia shouted, as everyone came pouring in then, the Captain snatched the letter of her and indicated towards the Writing Ermatige W.
“We can create camp here,” Captain Wilson said, “and when the sun breaks through the sky tomorrow we will search for an old crew mate, Ermitage Wrigglesworth.” An hour later, camp has been lit and the food for the crew of the Manic has been professionally prepared. All was quiet and calm: the logs were burning calmly and gently; birds creating a lovely chorus and the crew chatting happily as some sang songs together, some ate hungrily and Lydia and Max sat secluded from the group.
It was in that happy moment, that Max heard something, a crack of a twig, a shadow moving quickly and birds franticly fluttering. Max’s mind crossed many different thoughts and then his feared thoughts sprouted and began to thrive…
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