Andrew Lambert
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I'm looking to add the following to the end of my first book 'Princess Grace of Earth' as a teaser to Book 2. Hoping to achieve impact.
Domi, skipped into the main library of the Palace of Ancestors, talking incessantly to her toy animal, Bagsy. The young princess appeared to have boundless energy, much like any four your old Vercetian. Lessons were over for the day; time to play magical games.
She went straight to her favourite book - Princess Domeriette’s Big Gift Book, hoping she would have a present or two inside. These books were birth presents that every Vercetian child would have, containing hollowed out areas in the pages where small presents could be left. Every time they opened the gift book there would be a new story programmed onto the sheets, so it was always magical. But occasionally, there were presents, that’s when it got exciting. Domi had had no gifts for ages - it had only been a week, but to her, it felt like forever.
She put the large book on her reading table and slowing opened the front cover - always wary that something may leap out at her. Hooray, presents!
‘We’ve got two presents Bagsy, but what are they and what do we do with them?’ The young princess gingerly removed the first one. It was a small silver tube with no way of getting into it. A little green light began dimly flashing, as soon as she touched it.
‘It’s a tiny treasure chest, Bagsy,’ she said, as she turned it over and over in her fingers. ‘Perhaps it will fit into your tummy.’ She undid the small zip on the side of Bagsy that allowed access into a secret compartment. The silver tube fitted perfectly. ‘We can leave it there until we find out who knows the secret of Bagsy’s treasure.’
The other object, she did know about, but it didn’t make much of a present. Not even her vivid imagination could make this seem exciting. It was an Envogram scanning key. Bakta had received an Envogram recently and had shown her how the key worked. The sequence of sounds emitted would magically open the Envogram, revealing an important electronic message. She pressed the simple button on the bland rectangular key and put it to her ear, hearing a faint series of sounds. Unimpressed, she put the key in her pocket and started reading the new story.
She was soon bored though and decided to go and see Bana Domeriette, her High Council counterpart. Grabbing Bagsy by his front legs, she let the toy black wolf-dog dangle about as she skipped towards the Pre-eminent Chamber, where she hoped to find her.
As she approached the security zone which surrounded the High Councillor’s meeting room, she prepared to play dodge with the guards. As usual, the guards made pretend lunges for her, with Domi squealing as she evaded them. But this time the alarm went off. Within moments, six guards were around her.
‘Princess.’ The captain of the guards stood in her way. ‘What had you that would set our alarms off?’
’Nothing Captain,’ replied Domi, ‘just me and Bagsy.’
Princess Domeriette, stood there with her best quizzical face on, hands out with palms facing up. ‘Wait.’ she reached into her pocket and pulled out the key. ‘Would it be this?’
‘Yes,’ said the Captain, ‘that would be it. Leave it here and pick it up on your way out, little lady.’
She left the key with them and carried on to the Pre-eminent Chamber. Around the circular graphite table, sat the High Council leaders - Tauriar, Ventar, and Domeriette - hands clasped and eyes closed. They are debating with their minds, thought Domi, and Bakta isn’t here, so I shouldn't be. She put Bagsy on the table and whispered, ‘He will help you,’ smiling to nobody in particular and left.
As she passed back through the guard checkpoint, the Captain tried to give her back the key, but she waved him away in a very official manner. He laughed. She danced over the connecting bridge leaving the South Tower behind, returning to the Library.
Thirty seconds later the link from the proximity sensor on the device within Bagsy, was broken as the princess moved further away. The minuscule particle of grey matter was no longer in suspension and a small, but deadly antimatter explosion ensued. The High Councillors, the graphite table, part of the west wall and most of the floor of the chamber ceased to exist. The resulting structural failure caused to top part of the South Tower to collapse, bringing down with it the guards anteroom and the bridge back to the main palace. The implosion wasn’t overly loud, but the sound of the South Tower crashing down was heard throughout the palace and beyond.
Back at the library, Princess Domeriette felt the whole building shake and looked out of the window and watched as the South Tower hit the courtyard below; a dense dust cloud was billowing up towards her. For the briefest moment, a cruel smiled crossed her face, as she watched the devastation happening before her.
Then, with some annoyance, she put her hands dramatically on her hips. ‘Oh dear,’ she said, ‘my poor Bagsy.’ She stomped to her toy box, rummaged about and choose a white wolf-dog, with dark flecks on its coat. Her childlike innocent smile had now returned. ‘You’ll do. I think I’m going to call you…Krankel.’
Domi, skipped into the main library of the Palace of Ancestors, talking incessantly to her toy animal, Bagsy. The young princess appeared to have boundless energy, much like any four your old Vercetian. Lessons were over for the day; time to play magical games.
She went straight to her favourite book - Princess Domeriette’s Big Gift Book, hoping she would have a present or two inside. These books were birth presents that every Vercetian child would have, containing hollowed out areas in the pages where small presents could be left. Every time they opened the gift book there would be a new story programmed onto the sheets, so it was always magical. But occasionally, there were presents, that’s when it got exciting. Domi had had no gifts for ages - it had only been a week, but to her, it felt like forever.
She put the large book on her reading table and slowing opened the front cover - always wary that something may leap out at her. Hooray, presents!
‘We’ve got two presents Bagsy, but what are they and what do we do with them?’ The young princess gingerly removed the first one. It was a small silver tube with no way of getting into it. A little green light began dimly flashing, as soon as she touched it.
‘It’s a tiny treasure chest, Bagsy,’ she said, as she turned it over and over in her fingers. ‘Perhaps it will fit into your tummy.’ She undid the small zip on the side of Bagsy that allowed access into a secret compartment. The silver tube fitted perfectly. ‘We can leave it there until we find out who knows the secret of Bagsy’s treasure.’
The other object, she did know about, but it didn’t make much of a present. Not even her vivid imagination could make this seem exciting. It was an Envogram scanning key. Bakta had received an Envogram recently and had shown her how the key worked. The sequence of sounds emitted would magically open the Envogram, revealing an important electronic message. She pressed the simple button on the bland rectangular key and put it to her ear, hearing a faint series of sounds. Unimpressed, she put the key in her pocket and started reading the new story.
She was soon bored though and decided to go and see Bana Domeriette, her High Council counterpart. Grabbing Bagsy by his front legs, she let the toy black wolf-dog dangle about as she skipped towards the Pre-eminent Chamber, where she hoped to find her.
As she approached the security zone which surrounded the High Councillor’s meeting room, she prepared to play dodge with the guards. As usual, the guards made pretend lunges for her, with Domi squealing as she evaded them. But this time the alarm went off. Within moments, six guards were around her.
‘Princess.’ The captain of the guards stood in her way. ‘What had you that would set our alarms off?’
’Nothing Captain,’ replied Domi, ‘just me and Bagsy.’
Princess Domeriette, stood there with her best quizzical face on, hands out with palms facing up. ‘Wait.’ she reached into her pocket and pulled out the key. ‘Would it be this?’
‘Yes,’ said the Captain, ‘that would be it. Leave it here and pick it up on your way out, little lady.’
She left the key with them and carried on to the Pre-eminent Chamber. Around the circular graphite table, sat the High Council leaders - Tauriar, Ventar, and Domeriette - hands clasped and eyes closed. They are debating with their minds, thought Domi, and Bakta isn’t here, so I shouldn't be. She put Bagsy on the table and whispered, ‘He will help you,’ smiling to nobody in particular and left.
As she passed back through the guard checkpoint, the Captain tried to give her back the key, but she waved him away in a very official manner. He laughed. She danced over the connecting bridge leaving the South Tower behind, returning to the Library.
Thirty seconds later the link from the proximity sensor on the device within Bagsy, was broken as the princess moved further away. The minuscule particle of grey matter was no longer in suspension and a small, but deadly antimatter explosion ensued. The High Councillors, the graphite table, part of the west wall and most of the floor of the chamber ceased to exist. The resulting structural failure caused to top part of the South Tower to collapse, bringing down with it the guards anteroom and the bridge back to the main palace. The implosion wasn’t overly loud, but the sound of the South Tower crashing down was heard throughout the palace and beyond.
Back at the library, Princess Domeriette felt the whole building shake and looked out of the window and watched as the South Tower hit the courtyard below; a dense dust cloud was billowing up towards her. For the briefest moment, a cruel smiled crossed her face, as she watched the devastation happening before her.
Then, with some annoyance, she put her hands dramatically on her hips. ‘Oh dear,’ she said, ‘my poor Bagsy.’ She stomped to her toy box, rummaged about and choose a white wolf-dog, with dark flecks on its coat. Her childlike innocent smile had now returned. ‘You’ll do. I think I’m going to call you…Krankel.’