Darklands
Rubbing his eyes, Luke sat up in bed. Undressing, he shoved on his clothes, and ran downstairs.
“What’s for breakfast?” moaned Luke. “I’m hungry!”
“Don’t be so impolite!” said Mum, tutting.
“Ew! porridge! That glop is poision! exlaimed Luke, prodding the porridge
“Now, eat it up, life isn’t perfect.” said Mum.
Groaning, Luke walked outside to get away from the porridge, and sat down on the lawn, and started to fidget with a blade of grass.
“So unfair” he muttered under is breath. “That stuff was inedible!”
Kicking a patch of soil, he saw something glowing in the grass. Leaning over to get a better look, he saw a glowing amethyst crystal, which seemed like it was hovering slightly above the ground. He hesitated, unsure what to do. Suddenly a enormous wave of curiosity hit him. Reaching out his hand, he placed it upon the glowing crystal. For a few moments, nothing happened, but then suddenly, he felt his head swimming, and he fell unconcious to the ground.
“Who’s this?” asked a voice.
“Dunno, but it looks like one of those stinkin’ humans from that place called Earth.”
Opening his eyes, there were two goblins-like things, and one of them had a trail of wet, slimy mucus dribbling down his knobbly face.
“Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here?” asked Luke, feeling confused.
“Well, we’re snotgrobs, ya see. An’ ya probably ’ere ‘cos ya got transported by one of those amethyst crystal fings.” said the first snotgrob.
“Not a very nice way to travel, but, it is the most efficient.” added the second.
“Our names are Snob, and Grottle. I’m Grottle, he’s Snob.” said the second.
“Yeah, an’ we snotgrobs ain’t the only ones in the Darklands. There are also Vampire Lords, skeleton armies, gargons, Blood Hogs, Blood suckers, Werewolves, poision flys, wailing heads, acid crows, an’… o’ course…the Dark Lord ‘imself. said Snob, his voice trembling when he said the last words.
Suddenly, a trap sprang out of nowhere, and trapped Luke inside.
“Oi! Let me out!” shouted Luke angrily.
Almost immediatly, thousands of voices started wailing loudly. A humongous army of skeletons trooped out from a castle. One of the skeletons’ head fell off, but it didn’t seem to notice. Closer and closer the skeletons came, until finally one of them reached out and grabbed the cage, along with a couple others. Another skeleton came up to him and handed him a note with his bony fingers. It said: HELLO, PRISONER. YOU WILL BE BROUGHT TO THE GREAT DARK LORD, WHO WILL INSPECT YOU TO DECIDE WHETHER YOU WILL BE TORTURED, KILLED, EATEN, OR MADE INTO A SLAVE. ‘None of the options seem that good’ thought Luke, handing the note back to the skeleton. Suddenly, a earpiercing screaming noise came out
from nowhere, and a voice screeched, “YOU HAVE ARRIVED, PRISONER”.
Looking up, Luke saw a great looming castle, which had a cold, dark, feeling to it. As they entered the jagged gates, heads on poles watched them, wailing in agony. They walked for ages, until they finally reached the room of the Dark Lord. Gradually, the Dark Lord raised his eyes, until he saw the boy, Luke. The Dark Lord strolled up to him, and said, with eyes like steel,
“You will eat porridge.”
“NOOOO!!!” Screamed Luke.