In a Universe full of mysteries, the most puzzling of all is the five world's that are connected and the Original-Jay. Join Simon as he leaves the safety of his carers home and walks into worlds full of Jays, Karmahpoor's, Harmon's and pureblood's in search of the most powerful creature in the Universe the Original-Jay. As Simon runs for his life to escape Sidney's Followers and learns more about these races, he starts to think that life might have been better not knowing. When Simon is taken to Magical Stud Farm, a hidden island that few lucky people get to visit, to hide from Sidney, he finds out that there are more secrets to uncover. After sneaking out of the safety of the island and riding a dragon, Simon goes on the run, where he meets many people good and bad. Sidney is soon on Simon's tail, and will he find him? Or will the rumours about Ian and Tonie seal his fate?

The Last Of The Ancient Race I

Simon's ChoiceBy V J Errington

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Copyright © 2010 V J Errington
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ISBN: 978-1-4520-0436-5

Chapter One

Enough Is Enough.

Once the Jays, Wizards, Humans and Harmon agreed on staying in the different worlds and leave one another alone. The Original-Jay wandered in and out of the five worlds, until everything was forgotten. Myths and rumours were told about each race and the Great Universe War. One of the rumours told in the Jay world, was that the war was stopped by the last known Original-Jay, Narrah, son of Theorah. He was so powerful that Sidney, known as Sidney the Great, wanted nothing, but to control that power. It is said that Narrah only put the war on hold and that one-day it would be reawaken. However there has been no evidence to support that the war is sleeping.

Over the many years since the Original-Jay has disappeared, many have tried to locate it, but no one to this day knows where it is. Sidney on the other hand, was said to have had a son, who followed in his fathers footsteps and continued to look for the Original-Jay, so he could control that power. Even to this day there are followers of Sidney the Great who up hold his search for the most powerful of all creatures, the Original-Jay ...

Simon stopped reading the old black book and looked at his bedroom door; he had heard something move on the landing. "Simon! Bed! Now, before I come in there and take that book away." A stern voice said from the other side of the small wooden door.

"Yes Sue ... night." Simon replied and listened for Sue to go down stairs before looking back at the book and reading the gold writing in the bottom corner:

Told, written and published by West. E

There was movement on the bedroom floor as Simon put the book away under his pillow, he turned off his torch and put it on the floor next to his bed. As he lay on his back, he thought of what he had just read. "He was so powerful that Sidney wanted nothing, but to control that power ... Wow." Simon whispered before he turned onto his side and stared into the silent darkness.

Deep down Simon knew that the book was made up, but the thought of a creature with great power to do anything, amazed him. As he turned onto his other side, he sighed and then slowly closed his eyes to fall into dreams full of many possible forms that a powerful creature might take and what he would do if he met it.

Simon sat up with a start, breathing heavily and sweaty; he pushed his shoulder length light brown hair out of his sparkling blue eyes and tucked it behind his ears. The sun was shining in through the small window. Its morning he thought and then tried to remember the dream that had woken him up. He recalled he had been talking to a man, but couldn't remember what they had talked about. A bird flew past Simon's window as he pushed his cover off him; he got out of bed and stretched. As he walked across his small messy room to his wardrobe, he put the dream out of his mind. There was a noise outside his door, which he ignored as he opened the wardrobe and looked at the many clothes along the rail. Sunlight shone through the window as he picked out a pair of old black trousers and t-shirt before he changed into them. Animals called out from outside as Simon looked around his pictured covered walls with his favourite bands, football players and places he wanted to visit one day on, to the window next to his bed. His eyes fell onto the desk under it with his school books and other gadgets that he had collected over the years, some of which he couldn't remember getting. As he saw a picture of him and his best friend in the nearby forest, he recalled the events that had happened on the day. It was a while before he looked around his room to the dismantled toy plane on the floor and finally walked over to the bedroom door. He opened it, making sure he shut it behind him, knowing that if Sue and Ken saw it in a mess they would ask why he hadn't cleaned it yet and send him back up to tidy it. The landing was empty as he walked across it and down the sandy carpet covered stairs. At the bottom, he walked through the first door in the hallway and into the dinning room. A tall man with short black and brown hair was sitting at the table listening to the radio. The man looked up at him with his blue eye and green eye as Simon's eyes fell onto the man's small scar down his cheek. In the time that Simon had lived with the man he had asked many times how the man had got the scar, but each time the subject was ignored or changed; so Simon had given up on trying to find out. "Morning Ken ..." Simon politely said as he walked across the room and sat down at the large wooden dinning room table.

Ken had gone back to reading the newspaper; he muttered, "Morning, Simon ..."

There were two papers in front of Ken, one of the papers was called, "Hidden World News" and the other was called "What's happening Jays?" Simon was just about to ask what they were, when both disappeared in front of his eyes. He blinked in disbelief, he couldn't believe his eyes. Ken turned a page as Simon slowly reached for a piece of toast from the plate in the middle of the table and knocked over an empty glass. "Are you all right Simon? Did you sleep well? I hope you weren't reading well in to the night again ... What time did you get to sleep in the end?" Ken asked; there was an unusual hint of panic in his voice.

Simon quickly looked away from where the papers had been and picked up the fallen glass. "Yeah ... I'm fine ... I slept well." he replied, but didn't say what time he had gone to sleep because he wasn't quite sure.

It went quiet as Simon took a bite out of the piece of toast that he had picked up. He stopped chewing and looked at it confused. On realising there wasn't anything on it, he reached over and picked up the honey pot before he spread some on the toast. As Simon picked up the toast again, he noticed that Ken was watching him carefully; he gave Ken a kind smile, who smiled back at him before he went back to reading the paper. An unsure silence filled the air as Simon put the papers out of his mind and ate; he was used to things suddenly disappearing or going quiet when he entered a room. But Simon wasn't sure why, but he had the feeling that, although Sue and Ken cared for him and loved him as their own son, they were hiding something. Simon started on a second piece of toast and watched Ken reading the paper. He was sure that if he watched long enough, Ken would give him a longing and worried look as if he wanted to say something, but thought that the world might fall apart if he did. When Simon had finished his second piece of toast, Ken hadn't looked up at him as he usually did. A bird flew by the kitchen window as Simon gave up; he knew that if Ken hadn't done it by now, he wasn't going to and would feel very guilty later on, which usually meant Simon got a trip into town to buy something of his choice. As Simon stood up and walked over to the kitchen part of the dining room, he smiled to himself. He put his plate in the dish washer by the fridge before going back up stairs to his room.

It was quiet as Simon shut the door behind him and walked over to his desk, he sighed and thought; school starts tomorrow. Jo won't come around unless he has something important to tell me he thought as he picked up a small Firework from the desk. Children called out from outside the window as Simon looked at the rework and then sat down on his bed deep in thought. I'm sure it needs more gun powder then one gram, but...