Connor Clover
and the
Slaves of Dramian
PROLOGUE
Humming loudly like a swarm of angry bees, a fleet of alien spacecrafts tore across the sky, releasing strange rounded objects onto the ground.
Giant beasts stopped to stare at the bizarre sight, having never seen anything like it before.
Bang! The first bomb exploded.
Scared and confused, the creatures stampeded across the land, in a fruitless attempt to escape the horror.
Inside the largest spacecraft, a tall hooded figure sat and watched. His name was Definastine.
‘We’ll take refuge in the mountains,’ he commanded.
The fleet of ships continued bombarding the land below with toxic bombs and gases. Within minutes, the land was filled with wide lifeless craters. Fire flowed through the forests and the water had blackened. In a single morning the land was destroyed.
‘Must destroy the sun next,’ Definastine said. ‘It’s ruining my complexion.’
In the afternoon, Definastine’s servants lowered a divine crystal, as large as a house, into a deep hole in the ground. Standing next to it, Definastine raised his staff to the sun. He called out in a strange ancient language. The mystical words carried power.
From the sun came a great shaft of light. It cut through the sky and struck the crystal. The sun’s life force was being drained. As the crystal got brighter the sun became darker. Soon it was robbed of life, looking like a huge lump of coal.’
‘Perfect,’ whispered Definastine. ‘A new planet – a new beginning.’