CREATIVE WRITING EP 5: CHRISTOPHER
Hey everyone,
This is Rae. This is the 5th chapter! Hope you like it!
Chapter 5 – CHRISTOPHER
When Peter awoke, he found himself in a broom cupboard. A broom shed of all places. He groaned and tried to shift but was unable to. The shed was so small that he had to twist his body awkwardly to fit into the place. He was about to pull out his arm from the tangled heap when the door was flung open and he fell out like an odd toy. He groaned and stretched his body, his muscles stiff. When he looked up, the bright light almost blinded his eyes. He tried to cover his face with his arm but someone grabbed his arm rather roughly and pulled him up to his feet.
He slowly opened his eyes as they adjusted to the light. He was in an empty basement- musty and dark but sufficiently lit to see things clearly. It had clearly not been inhabited in a long while. There was a bunch of furniture lying around, covered in cobwebs. The only source of sunlight was from an attic window at the very top. Then the mystery person spoke, “Hey, you get up. We need to leave.” Peter focused on the person. It seemed to be a guard. His face was hidden by a cloth and he carried a dagger in his hand. Peter knew it was best to not anger the man so he quietly followed him.
The guard led Peter up three flights of stairs before roughly pushing him into a room and locking the door. The sound of someone clearing their throat made Peter see him. The Master, the guard had called him. He was dressed in a travelling cloak. His hair was brown and flecked with grey. Even though Peter couldn’t see him, he could decipher that the man was authoritative. “Peter Petrov. Welcome.”, he said. “Where am I? Who are you and why have you brought me here?” “One question at a time now. To begin with, I am Christopher and you are in the Castle of Night.” The name brought a flashback to Peter. It was the summer when he was nine. His father was away on a hunt and his mother had stayed behind. As she knitted, Peter asked. “Why can’t I go out with Father too?” “Not now, not ever.”, she had said, “Powerful enemies lurk in the shadows and they can strike any moment.” “Who are these enemies you always speak of?” “They are called the Ivanovs. They reside in the Castle of the Night. They have been around for centuries and they would be all too happy to rip out your throat and end us all.” That thought lingered in Peter’s head as he asked Christopher, “Are you the Ivanovs?” “Why yes, we are,” Christopher smiled. “Your darling mother must have told you about us. Pity, she turned out to be rather useless.” “Don’t you dare speak about her that way,” Peter clenched his teeth. “But why not? She is a mere pawn in my game. She served her part of bringing you here. Now, she’s of no use to me,” Christopher stated.
“What are you talking about? She would never bring me here.” “Then you don’t know Celeste at all, boy. She has plenty of secrets but it’s fortunate she had otherwise you couldn’t have come here,” Christopher replied. Peter was very confused. He did not know where he was and what this man was talking about but what he did know was that he needed to get out of there. “Not so fast,” said Christopher, earning a shocked look from Peter. He hadn’t said anything. “I never said anything,” he said. “But you thought it, didn’t you? No need to act so shocked. It’s a common gift among royal blood to share this connection.” “What do you mean royal blood?” Peter asked.
“Oh, I must have forgotten to mention this earlier. I am your father, Peter,” Christopher said simply as if it meant nothing to him. But it did to Peter. He sat quite still and gaped at the Master, no his father, looking out of the window and gazing at the snow-covered trees. “What?” Hardly had those words escaped from his lips when there was a knock at the door. Christopher rushed to open it. A guard stood outside. “Apologies, your sire but they have arrived,” said the guard, bowing deeply. “Tell them I’m coming,” Christopher said. He turned to see Peter still frozen in that same position. “Come on, get up.” Peter was shaken from his shocked state. ” They have arrived. That gives you about four minutes to compose yourself and follow me out of that door.”
“Who’s they?” Peter whispered. “Oh, you’ll see. You know them very well,” said Christopher with a smirk and left the room, leaving Peter utterly puzzled behind.
Ciao,
~RAE
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