Title: BLACK FEATHER BOY
Genre: MG Fantasy
Word Count: 46,000
An unwitting boy sprouts black feathers. Soon whisked away to an enchanted land, he must prove his worth as the only remaining son of the Lord of the Sea while battling the Red Man who wants nothing more than his head on a platter.
The people of the small town of Knolls Hollow know how to keep a secret. When eleven year old Cornelius Mathers walks down the street he can see the wondering looks behind the smiles and he can hear the whispers. Yet no-one will tell him anything more than he was found down by the river.
One day Cornelius sees a peculiar old man who seems to appear where-ever the young boy goes. Who is he? What does he want? It's on the eve of his twelfth birthday, when Cornelius sprouts a single black feather on his back, that the boy looks out his bedroom window and spots the stranger once again. Desperate for answers, Cornelius finally confronts the old man who introduces himself as Wurzel Pickens, friend and most trusted confidante to Cornelius' birth Father, Lord Aengus. Lord of the Sea and all that lies beneath the waves.
For his entire life, Cornelius has wondered about his past. But little did he know that the answers would lie with a town sworn to silence, a mysterious Wizard, a nine hundred year old curse and a magical Kingdom governed by the ruthless Red Man who has dedicated his life to killing Aengus' last remaining son.
With no choice but to return to the Kingdom of Gora, Cornelius must face not only the Red Man but the people of this good Kingdom who have suffered a terrible darkness following his Father's descent into despair. Cornelius must prove his worth as heir to the Kingdom or die at the hands of the Red Man.
The old man, dressed from head-to-toe in purple stood in front of the hat store window and Cornelius Mathers couldn’t help but stare. With only one road in and one road out of Knolls Hollow it wasn’t too often that a stranger could make it past the prying eyes of the locals.
Eleven-year-old Cornelius, standing safely across the street, forgot all his manners and inspected the peculiar man’s long purple robe and tall pointed hat, the crest of which crumpled to the side in what would appear to be defeat.
Cornelius pulled his gym bag tighter and glanced uncomfortably over his shoulder at the otherwise empty street. The storefronts remained in darkness and except for the odd car that could be heard in the distance, the sleepy town was silent.
The man, short and bent over, looked into the darkened window, his long nose almost touching his chin that seemed to curl up at the end. Even from this distance, Cornelius could see the heavy wrinkles that wound and snaked their way along the old man’s cheeks and the boy felt bad that he had ever thought it was impossible to have more lines on your face than Mrs. Pratt who lived down the street.
Cornelius Mathers, a shy and awkward boy, for reasons unknown eased himself into a darkened doorway and watched the stranger carefully. It was soon thereafter that the stranger raised a trembling hand and with a quick snap of his fingers disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.