Michel is down but not out. His family may have been drowned by the evil Master and Michel wants revenge in the bloodiest of ways! Meanwhile, something weird, very weird has happened to Duke. And where are Duke's nibbles? An ultimate showdown awaits in the battle to end all battles.
Genre: JUVENILE FICTION / Action & Adventure / Survival StoriesNOT ACCEPTING ANYMORE OFFERS OF TRANSLATION. THANKS.
One
Fields of Gold
The sky was a bright baby blue and the sun beamed down, trying to scorch the earth. Endless fields of golden wheat swayed in the gentlest of breezes. The fields of wheat stretched on for mile after mile, over hills and across the land. The odd Umbrella thorn tree dotted the landscape. A black crow flew on overhead and then perched on a branch of the umbrella tree. It was eyeing something.
Lying down in amongst the wheat was Michel. His eyes closed and his face that was partly covered in black dirt was also a crispy, sunburnt red. His longish black hair had bits of soil and other things in it and his Death’s Harvest T-shirt had seen better days as it was ripped and ragged. It was now the perfect metal T-shirt.
Michel began to stir his eyes blinking open and he groaned then stretched his arms. What had happened? His vision was blurry and he was hot, very hot - his mouth was as dry as burnt toast. Where was he? He touched his head then looked at his right arm, there was no mark. Michel rubbed his face. It was a bit painful because of the sunburn.
“Hello?” a voice called out.
That sounded like Duke. Michel’s body was aching but he managed to sit up and then looked around. All he could see was wheat.
“Hello?”
Michel leaned to one side then got up to one foot then both. Still, all he could see was wheat. “Duke?” Michel’s voice was so dry and weak that it was raspy. He scanned the area. At the lower end of the hill was an Umbrella thorn tree. He needed
to get out of the sun. Wearing a black tee was making it even more super hot and he was now sweating buckets. The sun, like the Master, was unforgiving to say the least.
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