The Edge Chronicles – The Depths
A/N Well, I wrote this three years ago before I knew what FanFiction was, and it has been sitting on my hard drive since. I dug it out, and put it on here. If it gets good reviews and views, I will continue it. I already have ideas! Thanks!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters from The Immortals, or any other Edge Chronicles books. They are the property of Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell.
"Put me down!" Nate Screamed at the Gloamgloazer as its curved talons dug into his flesh. "Put me down!"
"Okay" Croaked the Gloamgloazer with a wry smile and uncurled its talons.
"NOOOO!" Screamed Nate as he saw the tip of the great Edgecliff, he tried to grab a handhold but only succeeded in knocking himself further off the cliff... then, falling, falling, falling.
Nate woke with a start almost at the edge of his makeshift bed, created from a thin layer of tilderhide, he was drenched in sweat, looking straight down the bottomless chasm. He rolled into the middle and thought about his recent exploits in the once-floating city of Sanctaphrax, but one thought kept popping back into his head. Eudoxia, Eudoxia. He wondered how his friend was doing. He'd last seen her after deciding to become a Descender and she'd cried into his shoulder, and he'd cried into hers and they'd seemed so uncomfortably close. Eudoxia Prade, the daughter of mine owner Galston Prade was one of Nate's friends and her, The Professor, and there multi-racial band of friends had killed the ruthless Custodian General, Goldrayce One-eye, found the city of Sanctaphrax, expelled the Gloamgloazers from the city and opened it to all homeless people around the Edge.
It was the fifth, no sixth day, no... It was hard to keep track of time in a place where the only light comes from sky-crystals and your companion's bright eyes. Nate and the Professor had been descending for about a week anyhow, and the swirling winds had become unbearable.
"Yes, Ifflix. Like souls of the dead indeed." Mumbled the Professor. Nate said nothing, knowing that the Professor was reliving his last few minutes with his brother, before he was cruelly murdered by the Gloamglozers. As Nate climbed, he heard a horrific screeching noise, and looked up to see a giant Edge-wraith swooping towards them. The wraith was a huge, black, bat-like creature, with vast, ragged wings. It gaping maw was red and inflamed, with two tapering fangs like giant salt columns. The Professor quickly climbed onto a separate rope, but Nate could not move in time. The Edge-wraith clamped its jaws around Nate's head, but he managed to duck just in time, and the wraith's fangs cut through the rope. By the time Nate's brain had processed what had happened, he was falling, falling, falling…
"Well, well! What do we have here! A Fourthling! Well then, let's see what the Fourthling can give to an old Cloddertrog!" Nate opened his eyes and saw a soft nest. He looked up and saw a large, bulky Cloddertrog with a squashed nose. He saw the Cloddertrog sharpening a shard of Phrax, and then everything went black..
Well, I got a follow on this story, so I decided to continue it, so I edited the end of this chapter to give me something to work with, Thanks to andbreathe