Escape From Dark Moon Island

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Denial. Denial.

My heart pounded with every step I took. Just keep running. Right, left, right, left, jump. Branches snapped under the heavy footsteps behind me.

“You cannot outrun me, boy!” The massive creature roared. “Fan out! Surround him! Kill him!”

“Hey! Pick on someone your own size, Gargantuan!” A voice cried out. The footsteps ceased as I glanced over my shoulder.

“You...will die,” he said, his voice echoing in the dark forest. Gargantuan (Was that his name?) was glaring at a girl about my age. I almost fell when I recognised her.

“Katherine?”

“Toby, run,” she said. “Run!”

I did as she told me.

“Get the boy!”

A few of the malicious creatures came after me, fangs bared and horns poised to impale me. I continued caring, screaming when someone tackled me. We hit the ground, sinking into the shadows. When I opened my eyes, Katherine stood over me, examining me closely.

“Quick. We’ve lost them only for a little while,” she said reached to touch the forest floor. She felt around for something and tugged on a knob hidden under a pile of leaves. A trapdoor swung open and she gestured for me to go in. I headed down and she followed me, closing the trap door as she did. I could barely make out the shapes around me. A sudden light behind me caused me to turn to see where it came from. Dancing across Katherine’s outstretched palm was a ball of fire.

“H-how are you doing that?” I stuttered out. She showed me her wrist, where an upright-pointing triangle was inked onto the skin like a tattoo but when it faded, I knew that it was not a tattoo.

“Lunaths are made from fire,” she said nonchalantly.

“Lunaths?” I asked.

“I’ll tell you on the way. Let’s keep going.”

We continued to walk along the tunnel that seemed to stretch...

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...at her, my eyes watering.

“And you can do it without me.” She caressed my face. “Goodbye, Tobias Wilson Claflin.”

I knew this was it. It was time to say goodbye.

“Goodbye, Katherine. I will never forget you,” I managed to say before I fell back and into the water. As my vision started to darken, I knew that things were changing.

Dark Moon Island didn’t exist. Lunaths didn’t exist. They were just representations of my childhood which were years of abuse and torment, years of oppression with no one but my sister to look after me.

Cold, harsh reality set in but this time, something was different.

Then, I woke up on my bed in St. Ignatius’ Hospital for the Mentally Ill. I closed my eyes, recalling every single detail of my dream, that wasn’t much of a dream. Katherine had died ten years ago. I was orphaned ten years ago.

And this time, I escaped Dark Moon Island.

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