Prelude to a Hero
He was the hero they never knew they wanted.
All Wendell hoped for was a decent job, a hot new car and a girlfriend to match.
What he got was the mantle of a legendary hero, the heart of a girl who had no idea who he really was…and a diamond bigger than his fist.
What could possibly go wrong?
Chapter 4 REALITY
Life has a complex plan that involves you and me.
While we dream, work and organize, life makes its own tweaks and many times circumstances might not turn out as we hoped.
But life is not the enemy. It is not against us. Life provides opportunities for growth and strength of character.
Stop fighting against your greatest ally.
The sudden shock ripped through his body, up his spine to his skull, seizing every fiber of muscle in a flash.
It was like peeing on an electric fence.
Not that he’d ever done that.
A stabbing chill raced through his veins, overwhelming him, and he went limp.
Then, like being pulled off the roof of an eighty-story building, he was falling.
Faster and faster he fell in the blackness…with nothing to hold on to his heart and every other organ pounding in his throat.
Ouch! What the…!?!
A residue of electricity trickled through his body, popping the pressure in his ears.
Lifting his head, silver sparks twinkled behind his eyelids and Wendell swooned.
That was the weirdest things I’ve ever…
Before he could gain full control of his senses, Wendell was pushed back to the ground with a thud. A brick wall landed on his chest, forcing all the air from his lungs.
“Whuuuuu!” he wheezed.
Thrashing and gasping, he struggled to get the heavy, smelly, green creature off him so he could breathe.
“Welcome to Sanctuary, kid! Don’t worry, the pain’ll pass,” the goblin said matter-of-factly. “Happens to everyone the first time ‘round.’” Swinging its leg over Wendell’s face and sliding off his chest, it leaned forward to pat him on the cheek. “Now you wait right here.”
Coughing and hacking, Wendell couldn’t answer. He just rolled to his side.
“Fwoooh!” he gasped.
Calm down, Wendell. Inhale… Exhale… Inhale… It’s gone. The goblin’s gone. You’re safe now. He slowed his breathing until the pain subsided and opened his eyes.
It surprised Wendell to notice that he was laying in the dark, and it was unnervingly cold. An unsettling contrast from the warm, summer sun moments ago. One moment he’d been in Evan’s back yard…and the next moment…not.
He blinked repeatedly until his eyes adjusted.
Was it moments ago?
It wasn’t completely dark everywhere. Small circles of light glowing from iron sconces obliged Wendell with a faint view of his surroundings.
It was a large room, not like anyplace he’d been before. No windows, no furniture, nothing but stone walls, stone floors and stone pillars. He strained to listen, beyond his own ragged breathing and thumping heart, for sounds that would tell him where he might be.
He waited…and strained.
Nothing in the darkness but silence.
His fingers softly traced the stones along the floor. The coarse edges felt chilled to the touch.
Like a dungeon, he gulped.
And he had fallen dead center into a cell. He squinted at the circles of light around him, searching for an edge of the room.
No, this can’t be a dungeon. That’s…not possible. Hah. It’s STUPID! Where am I really?
But was it so hard to believe? He hadn’t thought goblins could exist…but one had showed up and…
A cold draft raised the hair on Wendell’s neck and he shivered, pulling his legs in close.
Wait here, it said.
He suddenly felt like a cornered mouse.
Did that creep hit me? Using a hand, Wendell felt around the base of his skull and over his scalp for signs of a bump or wound. Drag me somewhere?
This puzzle was missing too many pieces.
How did I even GET here?
He tugged on the collar of his shirt and sniffed. He used chloroform to knock me out, that’s what he…but his shirt smelled like chlorine from Evan’s pool. Maybe chloroform smells like chlorine?
Wendell gulped. Oh, no! he whimpered, I’m on the Mothership!
He closed his eyes, squinting hard to force memories to the surface. Come on, Wendell—what happened? He tried to remember entering a shuttle or a teleportation device, but all he could remember was the sensation of falling.
The electric shock! Wait…it tasered me and dragged me aboard!! But he never saw a weapon in the goblin’s hands.
Where was he hiding it?
Disgusted, he shuddered. Ugnh!
Hiding. Hiding? Speaking of hiding…Wendell jerked up and flipped his head around, frantically looking for…that…that…that Thing!
Wendell tried to sniff the air but couldn’t.
He was holding his breath.
Breathe. Don’t forget to breathe!
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“The read wasn’t long, but it was an emotional rollercoaster.
Found myself gritting my teeth one moment, then laughing to tears the next. One thing was for certain–the longer I read, the more I liked Wendell. By the last page he’d become one of my favorite antagonists.
What the author does, he does extremely well, and the worldbuilding is impressive. The writing style is unique, refreshing, and anything but boring.
If you enjoy epic fantasy, you might want to give this book a try. As for me, I’ve started book two and it already looks more promising than Prelude. If I could put an age on this, I’d say ages 14+ and YA readers will enjoy meeting Wendell.
I would give 6 stars if could.”
– Amazon Review
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