A Fracture In Time
A Fracture In Time
An ordinary boy dares to save an extraordinary world.
When magic intervenes and rescues eleven year old Logan Stowe from a most dreadful life, it sends him to a magical world unlike any place that he has ever imagined before.
Amidst all of the wondrous sights that await him though, he soon discovers that beneath this deceivingly serene surface an awful danger lies in wait. With the help of his new and unusual friends, Logan embarks on a hazardous journey toward The Aldarian Forest in a quest to find the only person who may hold the knowledge of how he came to be in this strange land.
What Logan is unaware of, however, is that the wicked queen within this enchanted world has been informed of his presence in her kingdom and sets out on a determined quest of her own to capture him at all costs.
Somebody was dragging him by his hair.
His feet were trailing after him, his heels kept catching divots and puddles and he tried to move but he couldn’t. His head hurt, while his eyes were barely able to stay open for more than a few seconds. There was labored breathing beside him and some sort of muttering over him. He tried hard to remember what had happened, except everything was jumbled in his head and he couldn’t. There was only the faint memory of mist, cold and disappointment. He didn’t know why or even what they meant.
That large hand in his hair tightened and rough nails scraped against his scalp. His eyes tried to open more than just barely, but they were as heavy as his seemingly comatose limbs. Above him was a sky of slate, at his side was a blur of black and he struggled to fight that heaviness only he was unable to and everything went dark again.
When he awoke for the second time, he was being carried over somebody’s broad shoulder. There was a thick arm holding his legs close to an equally broad chest and that muttering had stopped. His eyes, though no longer quite as weighty as what they had been, they were still unable to open without having to close almost immediately. His head still hurt, a fuzziness sort of lingered around the edges and he still couldn’t remember what exactly had happened to him. All that he was able to see was legs encased in dark red and some of the dullest grass in existence and this person that was carrying him—a man, he guessed—he reeked of sweat and decay. This man had taken him, only he couldn’t recall who he was or even what he looked like. He could remember trees, a forest of them and he could vaguely remember trying to escape from his abductor, but nothing else.
He didn’t know why this man had taken him, nor where this man was bringing him and he was slipping back into unconsciousness even as he desperately attempted to fight it off.
With his last thoughts, Logan tried to remember how he had gotten here.