The Wishmonger, New Fiction for Steemit! Part One

This novel is the first I ever completed, almost ten years ago. I've had it up in a few places, but didn't promote it well. It is not currently available anywhere else! So, I'm updating the content a bit and presenting it here in it's new format for the first time ever! I hope you'll enjoy it. I'll be adding a new part at least five days a week, so follow me to get my posts in your feed!

Roger Pine is a fairly typical thirteen year old boy. He thinks about two things, video games, and girls. But, when his father announces a big move, to his childhood home town, everything changes. With no decent internet, Roger's days of online gaming and video streaming are over. He's going to hate it.

That's only the beginning. In the town of Wishful, wishes have been outlawed, and that's just the tip of the dark iceberg threatening to rip the town apart. When Roger starts having dreams about the town, he finds himself in the middle of a mystery only he can solve and the clock is ticking.

It's a battle to the finish against a mysterious man in black, his army of Wish Monitors and his plot to demolish Wishful to settle a life long grudge. Can Roger untangle his family tree and uncover the secret to the town's founder's treasure in time to save Wishful, or is that just wishful thinking?

PROLOGUE

His footsteps echoed down the long stone tunnel, he was moving quickly now. The oppressive darkness through which he slid so confidently would have been enough to stop most intruders. He was in his element. His blinded eyes were no hindrance here.

He made his way quickly to the large open chamber in the center of the complex maze of tunnels. His heart leaped as he felt the presence, it was here! The sound of rushing water mingled with the labored breathing of the beast.

He fell to his knees and felt the scaly talons rest on his shoulders, “What news do you bring?” The voice of the monster had taken some getting used to. He had come to realize that he felt as much as heard the words.

His voice quivered“It is almost ready. The last pieces are falling into place.”

“Your reward will come soon, my friend, very soon.” The scaly cold voice, warmed him some how, with the news.

With a rush of wind he found himself alone. He smiled in the darkness thinking how sweet his revenge would be, to plunge the whole of this place into darkness, a darkness deeper than anything his blind eyes had forced upon-him.