AnthonyGodwin

It was an accident. 
It shouldn't have happened.
But, the deed has been done, they must face their fears or die. 
Jeff and his friend Matt were playing in Max Peter's laboratory when they accidentally touched an ancient relic, the Slate of Vale, which was the key to the prison of the world deadliest creature. Vortex.
Now, the prison of Vortex has vanished, together with the Slate of Vale, and nobody knows where except the two boys.
Both boys were forced to swear never to reveal the location of the Slate of Vale to anyone, but that was before they knew that the slate of vale was the only thing keeping the world from crumbling.
Will they reveal the sacred secret to the world and die? Or will Vortex escape the prison and hunt them?
Either way, their fate has been sealed.

The Slate Of Vale

"Get hold of yourself, boy." Clare said, beating the edge of her pipe, preparing to refill them, "we have more pressing issues at the moment."

There was a sharp look that crisscrossed the woman's face when she said that. But as Ham tried to study them, they disappeared as though they were never formed. The calmness on her face was a glamour that was all too familiar. Ham hated it when people hide their true intentions behind smiles. It was one thing about the Happy-Tech he was never acquainted with.

"Nothing is as pressing as my stomach," Matt said. The edge of his lips parted with a small smile as he set the plate on the table and wiped his mouth, "This food is better than what Boze and Xerta had given me. You said they are made from metals; can you teach me how to make them."

"Remind me your name again," Clare paused from refilling her pipe, looking at Matt now.

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