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Prologue Never judge a book…
He had never read a book quite like this one. As Lance lay on his bed on his stomach, his mind wasn’t on how much back and neck pain that position was going to cause. All he could think about was this enthralling book. The odd part was…there was absolutely nothing enthralling about it whatsoever. As he turned the page, he realized he’d just read 154 pages describing an island. That was it. All it did was describe one island. Lance couldn’t even figure exactly how it had managed to take up so many pages, yet it had. And it was fascinating nonetheless. The beautiful imagery of the trees, the massive clock tower across the small body of water, the strange rocket-ship like vessel that sat on the ground, the submerged pirate ship, everything about this odd island was described in excessive detail in this book, yet it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever read. Lance turned the final page and read the last bit of the book quietly. “…stretches above all the other trees, more than fifty times the size of the others, its leaves towering over every other structure, man-made or no, on the island.” He looked at the clock. He’d been reading that book for an hour, and now he only had half of one to get ready for work. The 18 year-old was about to close the book and move to his feet when his eyes stopped dead on the following page. He slowly turned it to see a picture of the island he’d just read about. But the picture was moving. It was like a small movie, taking up a portion of the top half of the page. A flyby movie showing the very island he’d seen in the book. It was exactly how he’d imagined it to look…that was how great the author was who wrote the description. But Lance couldn’t get past the shock of a moving, glowing picture inside of his book! The book wasn’t thick enough to have some kind of small TV in it, despite how powerful technology could be. The page following was completely blank, with no evidence of anything small injected into the page, or between two fused pages. Yet the movie was still there. Unable to focus on anything else, the boy’s hand reached out to touch the picture. He placed his hand on the panel, noting how warm it felt to the touch. Then his feet began to tingle. Then his legs started to tingle as well. Soon this strange sensation shot through his entire body as his vision faded into black. Moments later, a panicked Lance could see again, but it was not his bedroom. As a cool breeze blew past him, he found himself standing on the edge of a dock outside. The sky was a perfect shade of blue, and a few white clouds littered the sky. But that’s not what caught his eye. First, to his right, was a massive ship mast. In the water, he could see a huge ship submerged under water. His eyes grew wide as he turned around to confirm. Sure enough, there was a huge tree, probably a hundred stories tall, stretching far above the sea of trees around it. Lance now knew where he was. How he got there was a completely different story. He opened his mouth to say something, as if to confirm he was still alive, awake, and not dreaming. After almost a minute of unsuccessfully trying to get his voice working, he finally said, “Oh, boy…” and fell backwards on the wooden planks of the dock.
SkyeGear · Sun Aug 12, 2007 @ 09:24pm · 0 Comments |
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