Night was beginning to fall when the Writing Pilgrim noticed a myriad of beacons in the distance. It was the town of Lightcliffe. As the Writing Pilgrim drew closer he was halted by the sight of a glowing and malevolent face hanging from the main gates. The face had sharp teeth and contorted eyes, a raging fire seemed to burn within and the Writing Pilgrim was convinced he had happened upon a demon.
His thoughts were interrupted by a small group that appeared from the shadows. They each had a monstrous face, some of skulls, ghouls, goblins and dragons. The Writing Pilgrim felt his heart stop, he was so afraid. The battalion of creatures, most likely the minions of the fiery demon, were almost upon him.
‘Trick or treat?’ they said, holding their hands out expectantly.
‘Trick or what?’ the Writing Pilgrim asked.
‘Treat.’ One of the goblins reached for its face and lifted it effortlessly. What the Writing Pilgrim perceived as a face being ripped off turned out to be a mask. The rest of the group did the same. They were not monsters but children – humans, elves, dwarves, elamorgias and tolderes. The Writing Pilgrim could only smile at this display of Elenchera’s modern emphasis on equality and assimilation amongst its races.
‘Why were you wearing those masks?’ the Writing Pilgrim asked.
‘We’re trick or treating,’ one of the elves replied. ‘It’s Halloween. Didn’t you realise?’
‘Halloween? What’s that?’
‘It happens once a year on October 31,’ a girl said, rolling her eyes and clutching an axe. The Writing Pilgrim was relieved to see it bend.
‘I’m not familiar with this Halloween.’
The children all gasped and began whispering amongst themselves, some giggling others incredulous at the naivety of this stranger.
‘You should go into town,’ a toldere said. ‘It’s the LASR Halloween Blogfest. It’s being held in the mayor’s gardens this year.’
‘I can find out more about this Halloween event there can I?’ the Writing Pilgrim asked.
The children sighed and nodded.
‘Do you really know nothing about Halloween?’ an elamorgia asked. ‘Have you not seen one of those before?’ He pointed to the demon on the town gate.
‘Isn’t that a demon?’
The children all laughed.
‘It’s a jack-o’-lantern, silly,’ a girl said. ‘Every house in town has one. It’s just a pumpkin really but they carve them to look scary.’
The Writing Pilgrim was appalled that he had mistook a pumpkin for a demon.
The children were all beginning to shuffle their feet. Some had put their masks back on while others were shaking small bags and buckets insistently.
‘I should go to the Blogfeast,’ the Writing Pilgrim said. ‘I feel quite hungry.’
‘FEST!’ the children bellowed in unison.
‘Yes, that. Thank you for your help.’
‘You can’t go yet,’ a dwarf said. ‘Trick or treat, remember?’
‘It means give us sweets and candy or we play a trick on you,’ an elamorgia said.
‘I don’t have anything to give you,’ the Writing Pilgrim replied. ‘I don’t suppose you want a piece of my mind?’
‘Why did you come here?’ a girl asked.
‘I was trying to find ideas for an author I work with.’
‘Does he write books?’ an elf asked.
‘Yes,’ the Writing Pilgrim replied. ‘Here’s one. It’s called A World Apart.’
‘Is it any good?’ a boy asked.
‘I wouldn’t go that far, why?’
‘That can be your treat,’ a toldere said, taking the book from him. ‘There’s a big turnout expected for the Halloween Blogfest this year. One lucky commenter will win a copy of this book so thank you, stranger.’
The Writing Pilgrim watched the children run away into the heart of Lightcliffe. He waited until their giggles were distant before heading for the Blogfest to learn about Halloween.
Leave a comment to win a copy of A World Apart. About the Author: David Brown could be considered a fantasy fanatic, especially since he has spent the last 10 years developing a 47,000-year history for his fictional world of Elenchera. When converting his obsession into literary form, David commits himself to a rigorous writing and editing process before his work can meet his approval. Combined with the critical eye of his wife and a BA Hons in History and English, David’s dedication leads him to his goal of inspiring readers through heartfelt stories and characters.
Although David is inspired primarily by fantasy fiction, he also finds his muse in the form of anime, world cinema, history, and biographies. His own books, Fezariu’s Epiphany and A World Apart, and the in-progress Ansel’s Remorse and The Stars Beneath the Parapets combine aspects from worlds both old and new into compelling tales of a world not soon forgotten. David himself certainly does not lack a spirit of adventure; in fact, he left his job in 2007 in order to spend a month travelling. Second only to meeting and marrying his wife, David counts this as one of the most amazing experiences of his life.
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