Trespass: A Tale of Mystery and Suspense Across Time (The Darkeningstone Book 1)

Trespass: A Tale of Mystery and Suspense Across Time (The Darkeningstone Book 1) by Mikey Campling Read Free Book Online

Book: Trespass: A Tale of Mystery and Suspense Across Time (The Darkeningstone Book 1) by Mikey Campling Read Free Book Online
Authors: Mikey Campling
couldn’t seem to walk two steps without stumbling. I approached the quarry slope, and all I could see was ferns and grass and wild flowers. She was winding me up. I said, “All I can see is –” I was about to tell her what I thought of her when I noticed something—something too regular in the way the plants were growing up the slope. I reached out, pushed the fronds of a fern to one side. “Steps,” I said. And there they were. True, they were completely overgrown. And if she hadn’t told me they were there, I’d never have found them. But there they were.
    “Climb up,” she called. “And try not to fall off.”

Chapter 11
    3,500 BC

    TELLAN WAITE D . It was almost dawn, but the shadows under the trees at the edge of the pit did not seem to be growing any paler. He shifted his weight gently from foot to foot. He had been standing still too long. He must press on. He looked to the east, but there was no reassuring glimmer of light. He touched the talisman he wore at his throat. His father had given it to him when he became a man. It had given him courage in the past, and he needed it more than ever now.
    He faced the pit and squared his shoulders. Somewhere in there Burlic was prowling with murderous hatred in his heart. And he must be stopped. If Burlic was banished, he didn’t know what would happen to Scymrian, but he could not stand by and see his sister suffer any longer.
    He could do it. He could stop Burlic somehow. There was still a little time. Burlic probably wouldn’t do anything until first light. And while Burlic was stronger than him, Tellan was far stealthier than Burlic could ever be.
    He took a step toward the pit. That was where he must go. This was his time to strike.

Chapter 12

    THE STEPS WERE STEEP and covered with undergrowth, lush, leafy and knee-deep. With each step I crushed the stems underfoot. They crunched and squeaked, releasing a fresh, green smell that reminded me of sliced cucumber. It was pleasant—for a while. But the trampled leaves were slippery. The first time I slipped, I flailed my arms to recover my balance and let out a little nervous laughter. The second time, I swore under my breath. I thought I heard contemptuous laughter from above. I couldn’t see the girl, but the thought of her listening to my stumbling progress made me even clumsier. I don’t know how many times I slipped and staggered, but eventually I fell hard onto my hands and knees. As I tried to stand, my right foot lost its grip again and I cracked my shin on the sharp edge of a stone step. I was a fury of frustration, spitting, sweating and swearing for all I was worth. I planted my feet more carefully, rolled over into a sitting position and took a couple of deep breaths.
    “You all right down there?”
    I didn’t answer.
    “Are you…are you there?” And there it was again: the tension in her voice, the hint of fear. And what a weird question.
    “Of course I’m here,” I said. “Where do you think I could’ve gone—flown away?”
    “Oh good,” she said. “Look, it’s OK, the last bit’s easier—the steps aren’t so worn away. Keep climbing. When you get up here, I’ll show you something.”
    “Best offer I’ve had in a long time,” I said. And this time her laugh was genuine. I smiled. I couldn’t quite believe I was delivering wisecracks to a girl who was clearly out of my league. Perhaps it helped that we couldn’t see each other. Perhaps she just appreciated my jokes. Only one way to find out.
    I turned around and stood up. It was time to show these steps who was boss. On the next step, instead of gingerly feeling for a step and flattening the undergrowth, I just guessed where the step would be and kicked my foot into it. I felt my trainers grip the thin covering of gritty soil, and I strode upwards. In seconds, I could see the top and the girl was right—these steps were not so overgrown. A moment later, I was stepping onto a surprisingly wide, flat ledge, and

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