Genre: YA Fantasy
Title: Ashmore Unbroken
Sixteen-year-old Gavin Ashmore had always suspected his family was
different, maybe even insane to the point of hearing voices and seeing
“ghosts.” All of that begins to change after the plane crash, when a
mysterious otherworldly girl saves him from his untimely death.
Following the accident, Gavin begins to see and hear things just like
the rest of his family. Gavin learns that an ancient spirit named
Cain has been searching for him and now that he turned sixteen, Gavin
is in grave danger because he bears a centuries-long family curse.
This curse is what keeps Cain stuck between the living and dead
worlds, thus imprisoning him in-between worlds. However, there is
still one provision to break Cain free - that lies within the very
heart of Gavin Ashmore.
To survive, Gavin must learn to fight Cain. He can only do it with the
help of otherworldly beings named Seraphs. As Gavin trains, he learns
that he has his own unique ability to manipulate spirits, a talent
only one other in history has possessed - Cain. Gavin himself must
decide if he will destroy Cain or take his place as one of the most
powerful beings on the planet.
Chapter 1 – Turbulence
I choked against the thick smoke filling the air. What little oxygen I
could grasp just burned in every inch of my chest.
Glancing up the aisle, the only thing I noticed was sheer panic as the
other passengers sitting single file in front of me gulped and snorted
for oxygen – That is, except for the old woman who sat in front of me
quietly humming to herself as she wore an eerie smile and calmly
looked out the window with glazed eyes.
A man and woman sobbed a few seats in front of me, telling each other
how much they loved one another while holding hands between seats. One
of the businessmen yelled fiercely at a shaking flight attendant,
desperately pleading for a way off the plane and offering money for a
I was going to die. I wasn’t even sixteen and I was going to die.
I shut my eyelids. The smell of gasoline and burnt steel twisted in a
sickening, pungent combination. My stomach lurched and my fingers
burrowed deeper into the armrests.
The seat belt light overhead blared at me angrily. Like that little
piece of fabric was going to help.
I looked to the front of the plane where the smoke had come from. I
wondered what happened to the pilot. He had been yelling something
just minutes before the smoke crept under the cockpit door.
The engine sputtered on my right side as it completely gave out.
The plane dropped ten feet.
The flight attendant fell sprawled on the floor, spilling a box of
masks she was about to hand out. A tall figure reached down for her,
pushing her hastily to the vacant chair in front.
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 sickened and exhilarated me all at
the same time.
I looked down at my Ramones t-shirt. My dad had introduced me to them
– And for a split second I just breathed heavily as realization and
acceptance sunk in. At least I would go out of this world wearing my
I felt a wrinkled old hand wrap itself around my leg, a dry, creaky
voice piercing through the din. It was the old woman who had been
sitting in the seat in front of mine, muttering prayers or chants.
“Give me your hand my boy,” the woman said. “Such a sweet child like
yourself shouldn’t have to die this way. Beautiful brown hair, just
She trailed off.
As her hand reached through the air, her sleeve lifted and I saw a
faint outline of a tattoo, now worn and wrinkled like an old map. A
large emerald ring on her finger glinted with metal serpents wrapping
themselves around the green glowing gem.
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 deathtrap to help out after she had fallen and
hurt her hip.
Even though old people creeped me out I gripped her hand tight and
whispered back. “Thanks…I think..”
“What’s your name young man?” She asked dryly.
“Gavin. Gavin Ashmore.”
“Ah yes,” replied the old woman with a sense of recognition.
“Ashmore…Ashmore...Something special about that name…Can’t remember
though…it’s been far too long for my memory. I’m not- I’m not who I
used to me. You see, I am -”
Another loud crash rang through the air as something mechanical failed
and stole my nerves away.
A loud voice rang over the speakers, struggling to eek out 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 WILL DIE…I-I-am sorry…we will all die…”
Then nothing but static.
The captain mentioned me by name. I wanted to gasp but the suffocating
air bore down on me.
The other engine sputtered and gave out, replacing the tumult with a
grave silence that reverberated death.
Not a single shout.
The plane tipped downward, and I felt weightless. The steep motion
thrilled my senses, but at the same time crushed the remaining breath
out of my lungs.
The other passengers must have passed out by now, or given up I figured.
I would die soon also.
I tried to gasp one last breath out, but it was stifled like a flame
choking out. Rolling my eyes back into my skull, I gave into the
darkness that welcomed me.
I heard 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 –between worlds. 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 small figure - a girl in fact.
A glowing, fiery ring appeared before my view. The girl held it
without getting burned.
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. She looked down at me, frowning with
I tried to reach her, but without an embodied hand, I just watched
silently. 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
calling out to something…or someone.
It sounded like some kind of Latin to me.
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 important for this world.”
A blast of radiance engulfed my consciousness. I was instantly sucked
back into my body like a vacuum.
My eyes shot open, but it was still pitch black.
I labored to breathe – something stifled me like a plastic bag. Sweat
trickled down my forehead, making my eyes sting. I could hear distant
voices muffled through whatever was wrapped around me.
I reached out my now embodied hand and pushed the plastic away from my
face. I scratched and pinched at it until I felt an ice-cold metal
object against my hot skin.
I closed my fingertips around it and pulled the zipper down hard–
Daylight exploded into my vision and blinded my eyes like a flash
I bolted up from a black body bag, thrashing and kicking at it to free myself.
“Over here!” Someone shouted. “There’s a live one!”