Crystal to the 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 like most mums would.

“Ew! porridge! That glop is poision! exlaimed Luke, prodding the porridge disgustedly.

“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 gross!”

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.

“‘o’s this?” asked a voice.

“Dunno, but it looks like one of those stuck-up hairies from that place called Fairy Land.”

Opening his eyes, Luke saw 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 frightened.

“Well, we’re snottle, you see. And ya probably here ‘cos ya got transported by one of those amethyst crystal fings.” said the first snotgrob.

“Not a nice way to travel, but it’s the easiest.” added the second.

“Our names are Snob, and Grottle. I’m Grottle, he’s Snob.” said the first.

“No, I’m Grottle, an’ you’re Snob!” said the second.

“No, I am!”

“I am!!!”

They started punching each other and rolling about in the dry, flaky soil.

Suddenly, a trap sprang out of nowhere, and trapped Luke inside.

Immediatley, the snottles scarpered, giving not so much as a glance back at Luke.

“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.