by Ivory Autumn
Andrew And the Quest of Orion’s Belt
Book One
Rise of the Fallen
Ivory Autumn
Copyright
2011 Copyright by Ivory Autumn. All rights reserved.
Illustrations by Ivory Autumn Copyright 2011
Text and front cover image Ivory Autumn 2011
Second edited EDITION 2015
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This book is a work of fiction. The places and characters in it are the product of the author’s imagination.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
The Dark Ages
Twisker Proverb
Chapter One -Lime Juice Springs
Chapter Two-Terms of Peace
Chapter Three-Nookpot
Chapter Four-Cave In
Chapter Five-Treason
Chapter Six-Ivory
Chapter Seven-Earthrot?
Chapter Eight-Lizicks
Chapter Nine-Orion
Chapter Ten-Rhapsody
Chapter Eleven -Lizick Trees
Chapter Twelve-The Living Paintbrush
Chapter Thirteen-Chewthumps
Chapter Fourteen-Trust
Chapter Fifteen-Illusions
Chapter Sixteen-The Foglocker
Chapter Seventeen-Iron Key
Chapter Eighteen-Gone
Chapter Nineteen -The Dandelion Den
Chapter Twenty-Ambush
Chapter Twenty-One-Rash Decisions
Chapter Twenty-Two-Where Dragon Fireflies Live
Chapter Twenty-Three-Fighting the Truth
Chapter Twenty-Four-Barnacles
Chapter Twenty-Five-Lightning
Chapter Twenty-Six-Drogen
More Books in the Series
About the Author
Prologue
The Dark Ages
The wind is howling. The world is darkening. Most of the kingdoms of earth are conquered. Hope is a thing of the past. I don’t know where, when, or if this story will ever see the light of day.
I am cold…too cold. The pencil trembles in my hand. I don’t know what else to do but record the things that I have seen, and are now happening in this darkening time. So, (melancholy sigh) here I am, writing in my little nook, knowing that my small words could never do this story justice. No words could. Nor would I expect them to. All I expect is for someone, someday, to find them, if there is someone left after all this has happened, and perhaps, read, and remember what has happened. Then I will not feel like my writing, and the heroes that gave their lives for the cause was in vain. So, I will proceed then, with great care, to write the true story of the earliest and darkest of ages, as it really happened, bringing to light the true reason for the darkest of all ages in history. I only hope that some day those who read my writings may find them of some use. That such a dark time in history may never repeat itself again---that is, if there is a future.
Yours Sincerely,
Ivory
P.S. Me, I, The Great, and fantastic Gogindy must add a note, that I am also helping Ivory with this task---even though she doesn’t know it. She thinks I exaggerate. She tries to hide what she is doing so I don’t take her project over. But I am not one to be fooled. I have slipped in a few drawings, and proverbs without her knowing. Ha, ha. Without them, this book would be very scary, and nobody would like it. Every book needs pictures, and wise words, or it would be just like any other boring textbook that people thumb through and forget. Twisker’s don’t like textbooks and we also don’t like to be forgotten. I might not get out of this alive. So, though I don’t approve of Ivory’s writing, I do approve of being remembered. Thus, I too, am apart of this work, even though it doesn’t seem like it.
Just know, that if you find anything interesting, or amusing in this book, it’s probably something I added. As for Ivory’s part in this book, I must warn you once again, to read HER words with GREAT CAUTION! She is nice most of the time. But the other half of the time, she is heartless, and her writing may sting you. Or worse. Perhaps your eyes will fall right out of your head and fall into a crack. Or maybe you will get a paper cut that will cause your fingers to all fall off, one by one. Hey! I’m just warning you. I don’t want to be blamed for anything that could happen to you while reading this book. Twiskers are always being blamed for such things. Now that I have dumped all the responsibility on you, read at your own risk. The story written on these pages may give you nightmares. Or hiccups. Or sneezes and a sniffily runny nose, or a rash in which you may break out with little green dots all over your face. Take note, that my very artsy drawings, sophisticated poems, and wise proverbs will be the only thing that you will find of any interest here.
If you do choose to go against my advice and read this story, I advise you to hold on to something solid, preferably the hand of someone strong and brave, just so the storygrabbers don’t catch you and lock you away in this book. That would be most unpleasant. I know. I was trapped inside a storybook once. But it ended happy, so I came out all right in the end. As for this book, I can promise no such ending.
Twisker Proverb
Written In The Second Reckoning Of The Dandelion Den
Stars are the lampposts to heaven, and a map for the lost on earth. They were the first guardians. Givers of light. They kept no light for themselves. For that which is kept to oneself is soon gone. All gave, except for one Star. The Fallen. It is him you must beware of. The Hoarder of light. For he is never satisfied.