The First Draft – Chapter One

There were worse jobs than digging around in the bog, but at the moment, Redajinn couldn’t think of any. He was up to his knees in water and the sludge he was pulling up stank to high heaven.

“What is this stuff?” Jaxx asked. He was shorter than Redajinn and as such was water reached to his waist. He pulled up a sheet of metal with what looked like a load of wires attached. He handed it to Gynea who stood on more solid ground above, where she added it to the growing pile.

The moors were cold tod...