It’s finally here! The prologue to The Chronicles of Sleepy Feather! I just had to write a prologue. I just needed to do it for some reason.
Anyway, here it is!
The two children, dressed in Halloween costumes that made them look like pumpkins (along with matching trick-or-treat candy holders), surveyed the flyer for the so-called ‘Monster Carnival’. They seemed to be arguing about something, something that seemed rather important to them by their use of extreme body language and expressions.
“Come on, Crazy Tiger! We have to go and see the Monster Carnival today!” the girl with dark hair and a straight posture said heatedly, her hands moving haphazardly as she took a step backwards and ran into a lamppost. Nine-year-old Silver Feather sighed as she tried to persuade her friend Crazy Tiger to go with her to the ‘Monster’ carnival on the newly discovered Monster Carnival Island.
“I don’t know about you, Silver, but my parents will care if I get back from a carnival after midnight. It took them so much persuasion to get me to even leave Cryptids Island!” the girl’s friend, a short but round boy with shockingly bleached-blonde hair.
“Crazy! Please?” Silver begged. Crazy sighed in defeat and nodded, as though it was taking a lot of effort. Silver smiled and lead the way to the Monster Carnival.
The man hidden by a bandanna around his face swished his long cloak behind him as he approached the nine-year olds. He rubbed his gloved hands together as he passed them his hand to shake. “Welcome,” he drawled in an accent, “to the Monster Carnival. I am…” he paused here for dramatic effect, “…The Ringmaster.”
Silver Feather shivered against her will at the creepiness of this man as she followed him into the big top. She did not see anything that made it look like a carnival, except something big covered by a cloth. She sat down with Crazy on a pile of dust. “What’s this?” she asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.
“Oh, just the bones of someone who came here earlier,” The Ringmaster said in an eerie tone. Is this his idea of a joke? Silver thought. He must have a pretty twisted sense of humour. But her gut feeling told her that she was wrong. The Ringmaster was in the ring soon. “Ladies and gentlepoptropicans, behold: THE MONSTER GIRL!” He pulled the cloth off and revealed a most hideous creature, half-Poptropican, half…monster. Silver resisted the urge to scream. Crazy did not refrain.
“And you are next!” he yelled, coming closer and closer and gripping their wrists. This time Silver cried out, but the Ringmaster paid no attention for her shrieks. “You know, you remind me of a girl I knew once…pathetic, useless and screaming when the going gets tough. Weak.” He pulled the two children deeper and deeper into the room, ignoring their loud shrieks.
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