The Venomous Void Chapter 3

Pencil drawing of an armchair in front of bookshelves, with the caption: "The Ivory Tower's Library."

The Venomous Void Chapter Three: Octavius’ Story

by Iris Carden

Wendy was absorbed in her book.

“Hey Wendy,” Frederick’s voice startled her.

“Oh, I was so lost in the story I didn’t notice you come in.  Did you learn anything exciting today?” Wendy thought the things Frederick was learning, were more interesting than her lessons.

“Oh yes,” said Frederick.  “You should see all the equipment in the storehouse!  There’s equipment for all kinds of rescues.  I’m going to learn how to use everything.  But I really want to tell you about my father.”

Frederick’s father, Octavius, was secured in an isolation unit in the basement of the Ivory Tower.  He was Fallen, a Watchitt who had turned bad.  Watchitts gained their power from the Great Good, and the Fallen gained their power from somewhere else. The traces from those other power sources could make Watchitts very ill.  Wendy had sent Octavius to the isolation unit, to protect Frederick and other Watchitts.

“What about your father?  Is he getting better? Has he given up his power source?”

“No,” Frederick answered, “but he’s told me where his power comes from.  When the Great Good chose your father to be king, my father was angry and jealous. He went looking for something that would make him more powerful than Micah.  He’d heard of this magical fruit, whoever eats it knows everything, or a lot of things or whatever.  The fruit tree grows in a garden with another magical tree that has a fruit that can heal any disease and make the person who eats it live for a long time.”

“So one of these fruits gave him made him Fallen, gave him the different power?” Wendy asked.

“He didn’t get to the fruit.  Around the garden is a massive wasteland, called the Venomous Void. It’s a horrible place.  A giant serpent that hated humans and hated the Great Good and all extraordinary beings like Watchitts, poured all its anger and hate and resentment and jealousy into this place, and it all those horrible things float around in a fog.  Inside the fog, my father couldn’t use his Watchitt powers, and all the anger and resentment and jealousy he felt just joined with the anger and resentment and jealousy and stuff in the fog.  He said he lost himself.  

“When he finally found his way out, he just wasn’t a Watchitt anymore, he was Fallen.  All those horrible feelings from the Venomous Void made him Fallen, and they’re what give him his power.  And of course, because he raised me with all of that, that’s why I was Fallen, until you saved me.”

“Wow,” said Wendy.  “That’s a strange story.  Do you think that now we know how he became fallen, we can help him become a Watchitt again?”

“Maybe, but in all the history of Watchitts and the Fallen, I’m the only one who has ever been brought back.  You’re the only one who has ever done it.  We’re the only experts there are. Do you think we can work this out?”

“Well,” said Wendy, thoughtfully, “since we are the only experts, we’ll just have to find a way to help Octavius.”


Chapters of the Venomous Void to date:

Now the story is complete, I will edit it and get it ready to publish it as a book. Look out for it soon at your favourite online bookshop.


The Venomous Void will be the sequel to Wendy Watchitt

Wendy Watchitt

Wendy Watchitt is just an average 10 year old girl.

She’s brave and clever and caring. She carries her pet toad on her head, and makes strange things happen when she blinks. Well, perhaps she isn’t quite so average.

A new adventure starts for Wendy when her family moves house.

A new town, a new home, new school, and new best friend are just the beginning of what she’s going to find.

Wendy will have to save her friends, travel between realms, learn some very big family secrets, and still find time to get her homework done.


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By Iris Carden

Iris Carden is an Australian indie author, mother, grandmother, and chronic illness patient. On good days, she writes. Because of the unpredictability of her health, she writes on an indie basis, not trying to meet deadlines. She lives on a disability support pension now, but her ultimate dream is to earn her own living from her writing.

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