Chapter 2

"The hills are alive! With the sound of music! Tra-la-la-la!" Mum warbled through the kitchen, clattering pots and pans.
She turned when she hear my squelchy footsteps.
"Kat! What have you been doing?!" She exclaimed, her eyesbrows touching the sky.
"Nothing." I replied, rummaging through boxes, looking for my clothes.
Mum watched me for a minute.
"Don't do that Kat, you'll mess everything up." She said lightly.
I grunted a reply and ransacked another box.
"Kat!" Mum groaned, before turning around to resume unpacking.
I found my clothes a trudged upstairs to my new bedroom.
It was a small attic room, with a large window at one corner, a bed in the other and littered with boxes filled with my stuff.
I paced the room a few times, before suddenly I saw something.
It was pretty small and was patterened with swirling flowers, roses and daisies.
A small, sunset pink, glass bead.
Inside was a swirling pink haze, liquid, swirling around the slippery glass like sliding on ice.
The pattern was made of some sort of ink, very black, very intense.
The flowers were swirly and exceptionally detailed, considering it was handmade (obviously) and it must be almost impossible to write with ink on a slippery sphere.
There was something unusual about it, it wasen't the sort of bead you'd buy in Tesco or Morrisons, it was more the kind of bead you got in a hippy stall, or a mystic shop.
I racked my brain.
I was certain it wasn't mine, all my stuff was in boxes, neatly closed with gaffa tape, impossible for anything to get out.
Well....
My thoughts wandered and I slipped it into my pocket, before going downstairs.

Chapter 1

"I don't like this much." Was the first thing I said as I entered my new house, lugging my tightly packed suitcase behind me.
"Well.....it is a bit dusty, but we'll soon sort that out!" Mum grimaced, flicking a finger over a inch-thick dust mountain on the mantel piece.
I laughed sarcastically, before Steve came in.
"Kat, go see the garden." He merely said, joining Mum in the hall.
I dropped my suitcase and legged it outside, almost falling over my brother Mitchell, in my wake.
"What do you think your doing?!" He screamed at me.
"Idiot."I replied and ran back behind the house.
Wow.
The garden was vast, covered with apple trees, bearing the crisp lime coloured apples.
I walked for about 25 metres before coming to a stream.
We were at the bottom of a massive cliff-mountain, made of chalky rock, with a massive cave high up, impossible to climb to.
There was a rocky area, inwhich a pond was placed elegantly, glistening, connected to a shallow stream, the water gently trickling through the rocks.
Out of the corner of my eye I swear I saw a glimmer of silky, sparkly pink, but when I turned all I saw was the rock face.
I shook my head sadly, and slid off my socks and trainers.
Then I rolled my trousers up as far as they could go and did a little hop into the stream.
The cold water hit me like a bolt of lightning, chilling my veins and sending shocks of water through my body.
I shivered but waded in, the water so clear I could see my white legs and red shorts as clear as crystal.
The bottom of the pond was a mixture of slimy weed and spikey rock, so I occasionally slid precariously, then stabbed my foot on a rock, making it bleed red blood.
Then I saw something else, properly, and it swirled for a second in the water, a whirl of blues and greens, before disappearing, quick as a flash.
I racked my brain like an mad professor, trying to dig out the word......
But it wouldn't come....
Then, still thinking hard, I clambered out of the pool and sopping wet, I slouched back to the house.

Blurb

Ever since I've moved into MoonApple House, Apple Orchard Lane, Ackington, everything has changed.
Then I noticed the shfaelites.....
At first they were nice....

The Whisper of a - Another Extract

The boy with the dreadlock hair, from school, sat infront of the Pool, his eyes gliding cheekily across the crystal water.
He had glass beads threaded on the ends of his hair, inside the fushia pink glass out-layer,mysterious liquid was floating around like a cloud lost in the sky.
He turned to me then, as I darted behind the ferns, and he smiled, his eyes fiery and dark, like a dusky night.
Then a dark and misty cloud surronded him, enveloping him, a sheet of sparkling silk....
His eyes turned dark like an endless tunnel and his mouth opened in a painful O.
Suddenly he jumped.
Straight into the depths of the Pool.
And the water engulfed him, like he was merely a speck of dust and for a split second it turned murky black, but almost instantly, it regained its crystal clear.
Out of the water, came the Dreadlock boy.
Except........it wasn't the Dreadlock Boy.

The Whisper of a Butterfly - An Extract

A smoky veil surrounded the Shfaelite, its fragile, wafer-thin wings fluttering like a baby sparrows first flight.
Its slender, narrow face was carved in a picture of pure agony, but pure bliss, suddenly, it let out a howl of freedom and power, which echoed eerily around the narrow tunnel.
Then it turned towards the moon, and smiled, its eyes alight with evil and power, its mouth a perfect picture of satisfaction.