SpineOut : February - March 2019
SSBOOK REVIEWS pine Out FEBRUARY / MARCH 2019 Lexi, Year 11 Hervey Bay State High School Hervey Bay Qld A Fire of Winter I knew this was an abysmal idea, but I also knew I had no other choice. The wolf wailed once more and following it were others. Various wolves mimicked each other through the trees, and their howls grew louder as they become closer to me. I peered over my shoulder hesitantly; my breaths were unsteady and my heart beat with intensity. A wolf’s growl rumbled behind me like a brooding storm and I peered over my shoulder to see an enormous grey wolf’s stance so deadly and ready to attack. A second growl and I turned to see another; black as night. I saw then, that I was surrounded by death and it had taken the form of many wolves. One leapt forward, and an unwanted scream escaped my mouth. I closed my eyes, knowing I was imperilled by death, but seconds had passed, and I felt no different. I opened my eyes when they had not attacked and saw the wolves backing away; eyes piercing through mine as they disappeared into the trees. I turned around instantly. ‘Ahh, your majesty,’ he bowed sardonically, and a mischievous grin played on his lips, ‘what a pleasure this is.’ ‘Tyrone,’ I said, ‘I am surprised you came.’ ‘Anything for you, your highness,’ he laughed; a deep sound of imminent menace that caused me to regret my plans, but I inhaled the strength to stand tall. ‘You know what you must do?’ I asked ‘Your majesty, I am an assassin, I would have predicted it if you did not tell me, but I am honoured you requested my assistance,’ the assassin retorted. ‘I assume it will be done tonight?’ I asked. He grins forebodingly, ‘Gladly.’ My horse had waited for me when I returned and had taken me back to the castle as discretely as possible. I strode through the corridors of the castle; waiting for an alarm bell, a scream, anything, but there was only silence. My heart raced, and I wiped sweat from my forehead. I wondered if I should go to his chambers but thought otherwise after much consideration. The alarm bell sounded, and relief washed over me. The assassin had completed his mission. The King was dead. ‘With no living heir, I bestow the crown of our kingdom upon your head, Your Majesty. May you serve our continent well.’ He rested the crown on my head as hundreds watched grinning in bliss and relief, though, my own smile was very different; mine was of malevolence and darkness because I was going to rip this continent apart.