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Divine Invention

Most stories begin with either an unforeseen turn of events or a problem.
Krank has a problem. For centuries, the people of the island have lived on the animals and plants to be found there. It was bliss and so the population grew. It was not until very recently anyone noticed that the quantity of plants and animals had not. The delicate balance of the ecosystem has tipped and food is dwindling.
The King assigned the island's two resident self-proclaimed geniuses, the Creators, to find a solution. The fruits of their labour ripen into the invention of the world's first aquatic transportation device and promises to provide passage from the island to search further afield for food and resources.
So, there it is. Problem solved. End of story. Barring any unforeseen turn of events...


Since the Creators left their home of Krank they’ve been battered by storms, forced to climb perilous summits, been attacked by goblins and held hostage and forced into labour by dwarves, but none of these compared the dangers they found in the ogre pit.
Forced to fight to the death, the Creators, Edin and Koel, as well as their new dwarven companions, Volris and Silvor, survived the first round on skill and luck, but with each round they are pitted against the winners of the pervious and the fighting grows harder and with it, the chance of survival diminishes.

The ogres came for Volris first and everyone wished him luck and strength as he was dragged out. They returned close to midday and this time took Koel. He said his farewells to Edin and Silvor in case of the worst (or in case one of them died).
The ogres took him back through the camp and even down the same entrance to the stadium. They reached the gate and Koel stared through the wooden beams into the grounds of the arena and wondered how he had not noticed all the blood the day before. The earth was soaked. Koel supposed there would be more blood today than there had been yesterday. Then he started to think about where all the bodies went. He recalled the ogre who had told them that the sacrifices would be burned, but he had seen no sign of a big fire in the camp.
The ogre chant stopped and this time Koel was ready.
The gate opened and he rushed out to the arena and grabbed the nearest weapon, a spear. He stood and scanned his opponents. There were only three. To his left, another satyr, this one was bigger though. He had great arching shoulders, thick black horns and when he picked up a double headed axe, he looked very formidable indeed.
Straight ahead of Koel was a merperson. It was not what Krankians had envisaged. Growing up trapped on an island with a finite number of women, all of which were your relatives, mermaids certainly conjured in the minds of many on Krank. If this merman was anything to go by, mermaids would be nothing like their fantasies. He did not have a tail for a start. His skin was a sickly white with bloodshot veins running close to the surface. His hands and feet were webbed and his fingers and toes clawed. He wore a ragged tunic. The dirt around him darkened as water dripped off his body. His face was sharp and acute, his eyes black. In place of hair he had red branched external gills. His body was toned and agile. He stepped forward and picked up an inconveniently placed trident.
To Koel’s right was the creature that made him feel the worst.
Her hair was short and fair to match her body. She dressed all in black and wore thigh length leather boots. She rolled into the centre of the ring and jumped to her feet with two blades in hand.
The merman went for her and the two danced around each other, exchanging blows. It was clear that the merman had the strength, but she had speed and quickly spun away from his swings before trying to jab him with her short swords. The dark shape of the satyr loomed into Koel’s peripheral. He focused on the beast stalking toward him and raised his spear, he hoped, threateningly.
The satyr swung at Koel and he decided it was best not to try block the heavy axe. He retreated a step and watched the axe swing past him. The beast struck again and Koel dodged again. He jabbed with his spear and the satyr narrowly avoided the thrust. He was angry about the retaliation and attacked with such ferocity Koel had to tumble toward the centre of the arena to avoid it. The satyr continued to swing for him manically with both hands at the bottom of the axe handle and Koel slowly backed away until he bumped into something. He looked over his shoulder, it was the woman.
She had her back to him and was facing down the merman. He came at her with his trident and she parried. The merman retreated a couple paces.
‘Hi,’ she said.
Koel turned to face the satyr, which was closing in on him again. ‘Hi,’ he replied out the corner of his mouth.
‘Work together?’ she asked, but it seemed to Koel to be more of a statement than a question.
Koel wasn’t sure he could comprehend the idea of an alliance. He was so occupied by the axe wielding fiend to develop any detailed ideas as to what it would be like having to assist someone. Then it occurred to him that he might be the one getting the assistance, ‘Yes, ok.’

Author Bio –
Linden Forster began writing at the age of seventeen. Divine Invention is his debut novel and it took seven years from the idea conjuring at the back of an English class to reaching the page.
Since then, writing has become his dream and passion. His sequel is finished and awaiting publication, while he types the third in a darkened room.
He is a lover of nature and enjoys walks in the country and often ventures out armed with a notepad and pen.

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