The Venomous Void Chapter 8

Silhouette drawing of a Frederick, Wendy and Woofles walking through a dead forest in a fog.  Caption reads: "They continued their walk toward the centre of the Void."

A Strange Encounter

Chapter of work in progress by Iris Carden

“Dad?” Frederick said.  “Is that you? But you’re in the Ivory Tower!”

Some of the fog in front of them seemed to pull itself into the shape of Augustus.

“I’m in the Ivory Tower?” the fog shape asked.

“Well, Wendy sent you there.  Wait, you’re Fallen, and we’re Watchitts and you’re not making us sick.”

“I’m Fallen? And I’m in the Ivory Tower?  How?  Wendy?  Is that Micah’s little girl? But she’s just a baby.”

“Uh, Uncle Augustus, I’m not a baby any more.  You came here a long time ago.  You… Well the you in the isolation room in the Ivory Tower, told Frederick you lost yourself in the Void here.  Maybe this is what he, you, meant.  That part of you got left behind here.”

“Is that what happened?  Am I a type of ghost? That would explain a lot.  It seems I’ve been here forever, and I don’t quite feel myself at all.”

“A kind of ghost, yes I think that’s what you are.” Wendy said.  “Maybe if we can get you back with the rest of you, that would help make you a Watchitt again, make you better. Maybe. I think,” Wendy said.

“Could that be possible?” Ghost Augustus asked.

“If anyone can make it work, Wendy can,” Frederick said firmly.  “You raised me as Fallen, and Wendy healed me. And when you, the other you, tried to attack me, she sent you, the other you, straight to the isolation room at the Ivory Tower, from the Human Realm.”

“She did that?” Ghost Augustus asked.

“She absolutely did,” Frederick said.  

“I’m sorry I, the other me, raised you as Fallen, I never wanted that. I was foolish and angry and jealous, and my anger overcame me.  If Wendy’s that strong, I guess she’s chosen as the next Watchitt Queen, so Micah must be king now.  Our mother must have died, and I missed being there with her.”

“No, Uncle Augustus, I mean, yes, the Great Good chose me as the next queen, but Grandma’s still alive.  My Dad died.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Ghost Augustus said, “I’ve had a long time to think.  I’m sorry for so much. And now I’ve missed so much.”

“It’s going to be OK,” Frederick said.  “Wendy will make sure it’s OK.  We have to get going.  We need to get to the garden to get the fruit to save Wendy’s little step-brother.  He’s sick.  Come with us,  we’ll get the fruit, and then when we get back to where our Watchitt abilities work, Wendy can help you as well as helping Bobby.”

So as they continued their walk, Ghost Augustus walked along with them.  Frederick, Wendy, and the animals helped him catch up on all of the news and things he had missed while he was left wondering in the Void.

“Are all the whispering voices we hear like you?” Toad asked.

“All those lost in the Void, yes, just like me,” Augustus answered.

“I wonder if there’s a way to help them all,” Wendy said.

She continued to think about it as they walked toward the centre of the Void.

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

Cover of Wendy Watchitt by Iris Carden. It features an oil painting of a girl who has a toad sitting in her red curly hair.

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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