Chapter 2
The day of the boat trip came. Artemis was impatiently waiting for Raees at the docks. He had his Adept's staff in his hand, and was leaning on it casually as some of the other would-be passengers walked past. Vacantly, he stared at the Kragol Sea, watching the rippling movement of the waves. Finally, Raees appeared.
"Where have ya been, man?" Artemis asked.
"Got held up at home," Answered Raees.
"Why?"
"Because of these," Raees brandished some sandwiches. "Mum wanted to make sure that there was enough,"
"Well... let's get going, you're here now!" Artemis said, walking towards the docked boats. Raees blinked at him for a moment, before continuing to the boat.
Artemis sat back on his bed and yawned. The boat had been delayed all day, and they were finally off. Every passenger had been given a cabin to sleep in, but shortages meant that Raees had to share with Artemis. Artemis looked over at Raees' bed. He was already asleep. Artemis decided to do the same; he turned out the light, and fell back against the pillows.
Artemis looked around worryingly. He was no longer on the ship to Tolbi; he was now back at home. He wandered downstairs and out the door. A cold wind smacked his face as he looked round. Kalay was in ruins. As he stood there, shivering, he felt a rumble in the ground. He turned sharply, and saw his house fall to the ground into dust at his feet. Out of the debris rolled a human skull. Artemis screamed, and the scream echoed across the barren land. Suddenly, he noticed a shimmer out of the corner of his eye. Floating, almost lazily, above the Kragol, was a figure. The figure. But this time, it was not alone. There was another, smaller, figure besides it. Artemis screwed up his face, but that did not help him see who it was. Then, as though they could feel that they were being watched, the figures turned. At a frightening speed, they advanced towards Artemis. He began to run, but he tripped. Broken glass pressed into his left arm. Artemis screamed in pain. The air was turning cold, and icy, Artemis couldn't breathe-
All of a sudden, Artemis found himself staring at the ceiling of the ship. It had been another dream. But, it had felt real. As he turned to inspect his left arm, there were still fragments of glass pressed into it.
The day of the boat trip came. Artemis was impatiently waiting for Raees at the docks. He had his Adept's staff in his hand, and was leaning on it casually as some of the other would-be passengers walked past. Vacantly, he stared at the Kragol Sea, watching the rippling movement of the waves. Finally, Raees appeared.
"Where have ya been, man?" Artemis asked.
"Got held up at home," Answered Raees.
"Why?"
"Because of these," Raees brandished some sandwiches. "Mum wanted to make sure that there was enough,"
"Well... let's get going, you're here now!" Artemis said, walking towards the docked boats. Raees blinked at him for a moment, before continuing to the boat.
Artemis sat back on his bed and yawned. The boat had been delayed all day, and they were finally off. Every passenger had been given a cabin to sleep in, but shortages meant that Raees had to share with Artemis. Artemis looked over at Raees' bed. He was already asleep. Artemis decided to do the same; he turned out the light, and fell back against the pillows.
Artemis looked around worryingly. He was no longer on the ship to Tolbi; he was now back at home. He wandered downstairs and out the door. A cold wind smacked his face as he looked round. Kalay was in ruins. As he stood there, shivering, he felt a rumble in the ground. He turned sharply, and saw his house fall to the ground into dust at his feet. Out of the debris rolled a human skull. Artemis screamed, and the scream echoed across the barren land. Suddenly, he noticed a shimmer out of the corner of his eye. Floating, almost lazily, above the Kragol, was a figure. The figure. But this time, it was not alone. There was another, smaller, figure besides it. Artemis screwed up his face, but that did not help him see who it was. Then, as though they could feel that they were being watched, the figures turned. At a frightening speed, they advanced towards Artemis. He began to run, but he tripped. Broken glass pressed into his left arm. Artemis screamed in pain. The air was turning cold, and icy, Artemis couldn't breathe-
All of a sudden, Artemis found himself staring at the ceiling of the ship. It had been another dream. But, it had felt real. As he turned to inspect his left arm, there were still fragments of glass pressed into it.