Genre: YA Fantasy
Title: Ashmore Unbroken
PART 1 -- LIFE
Chapter 1 – Turbulence
I choked against the thick smoke filling the air.
Glancing left and right, the only thing I noticed was the sheer panic
from the other seven passengers in the tiny plane.
I was going to die. I wasn’t even sixteen and I was going to die.
I shut my eyelids, aware of a horrible noise filling the air. The
smell of gasoline and burnt steel made a pungent combination in my
nose. My stomach lurched in reply from the chicken sandwich I had
The seat belt light overhead blared at me angrily. Like that little
piece of fabric was going to help.
Muffled sobs came from a couple nearby who had been holding hands a
second ago. One of the businessmen yelled fiercely at a shaking flight
attendant, desperately pleading for a way off the plane. An old granny
sat in front of me quietly humming to herself as she knitted a scarf.
The granny stopped knitting suddenly and looked up.
The plane dropped ten feet.
The flight attendant fell sprawled on the floor, and I could see a
large shape reaching down for her.
It was as if someone had taken the fastest roller coaster in the world
and placed it on top of Mount Everest. My stomach was sitting on the
ceiling by now. The plunging motion was sickening and exhilarating at
the same time.
The engine sputtered on my right side as it completely gave out.
In my last moments before I would completely black out, a million
questions formed in my mind…
Why had I agreed to go on this stupid tiny plane my stepdad had arranged?
What would it be like to die? Would I even notice it? Or was there
Where was the pilot - if he was even still alive? I should’ve known he
would kill us, acting so weird before the flight.
And what in the world was that stupid noise?
And then it hit me, right before I succumbed to the engulfing
darkness. That noise was me. Unaware I was screaming at the top of my
lungs, my disembodied self finally came to the realization. Fear had
I looked down at my Ramones t-shirt and stopped screaming. My dad had
introduced me to them – And for a split second I just breathed heavily
as realization sunk in.
I felt a wrinkled old hand wrap itself around me, a dry, creaky voice
speaking into my ear. It was the old woman who had been sitting in the
seat in front of mine, now muttering prayers or chants or something.
“Don’t worry my boy,” the woman said, though I kept my eyes fiercely
shut. “It’ll all be over soon, and then the peace will come. Peace…”
She trailed off.
Something about her – the voice, the texture of her wrinkles, the
smell of spice cake and flowers - had reminded me of my own nana, for
whom I had boarded this death trap of a plane ride to go visit over at
I gripped her hand tight and whispered back. “Thanks.”
“What’s your name young man?” She asked dryly.
This didn’t seem like a moment for small talk but I indulged. “Gavin.
“Well Gavin Ashmore, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name’s –“
Another loud crash as something mechanical failed and stole my nerves away.
A loud voice rang over the speakers, struggling to eek out his words.
“Errr…This is…your captain. “I – errrr,” he gasped. “I will not give
in…AHHHHHHH….THEY ARE COMING…HE IS COMING….I…I am sorry Gavin Ashmore.
YOU MUST DIE…I-I-sorry…”
Then nothing but static.
The choking had become unbearable. I couldn’t see the granny anymore
through the smoke.
The plane tipped downward, and I felt weightless. The steep motion was
A wave of something like relief and fear of the unknown washed over me
as the shouting, crying, and screaming suddenly died down.
The other passengers must have passed out by now, or given up.
I would die soon also.
I tried to gasp one last breath out, but it was stifled. Rolling my
eyes back into my skull, darkness swallowed me whole.
The last thing I could hear was one more deafening crash.
A faint light danced in front of my face. I would’ve reached out and
grabbed it if I even had an arm. It felt like my consciousness was
just floating somewhere in limbo. I just was. Time had no meaning – I
could’ve been staring at this thing for the past century and I
would’ve had no idea.
The light exploded in the darkness where I now existed, only to be
replaced suddenly by a figure - a girl in fact.
She must have been something from another world, because she was
singly the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. In stark
contrast to the chaotic rush before the darkness, she stood calmly
looking down at me. Her skin was porcelain white, while her hair sat
in tight, jet-black ringlets on her head. Her eyes were the purest
blue that could have been created. Flowing white wisps surrounded her
as her dress enveloped her body. On her face, she wore an expression
A glowing, fiery ring appeared before my view. The girl held it
without getting burned.
I tried to reach her, but it felt at the moment like I was just an
observer, not an actor in the play. She spoke, almost singing as she
did so. Though she looked in my direction, it didn’t seem like she was
speaking to me, but to some invisible force.
It sounded like some kind of Latin to me. “Sanetus.”
She repeated it over again, as she reached out her gentle fingers. A
glowing ball of light appeared at the tip of her index finger, and she
placed it where my forehead should have been.
She spoke again, “I have been watching you Gavin Ashmore…you must not
die. You are far too young.”
A blast of radiance engulfed my consciousness. I was being sucked back
into something like a vacuum. Disoriented and dizzy, I now felt bad
for all the bugs I had washed down the drain.
My eyes shot open, but it was still pitch black.
I labored to breathe – something was stifling me like a plastic bag.
Sweat trickled down my forehead, making my eyes sting.
I reached out my now embodied hand and a crinkling rubber sound was
heard. I pinched at it, and could feel something ice cold against my
I reached my fingertips around it and pulled – Daylight blinded my
eyes like a flash bang.
I bolted up from a black body bag.
“Over here!” Someone shouted. “There’s a live one!”
Chapter 2 –
The darkness, the screaming, the fires – I could replay it all as if
it had happened just five minutes ago.
My eyes closed for a minute, but then “CRASH!”
My forehead rammed into the wooden surface of the school desk as my
elbow slipped off the corner. Pain shot through my head and arm in
throbbing synchrony. I smirked, cringing as a dozen eyes turned my
direction, the class obviously distracted from the lesson on STD’s.
“Miracle Boy is looking for attention again I think – Dad has him set
up for a shrink.”
I hated that name.