This is a story of a teenage boy and his family braving into another world. At midnight on October 23rd 2020, all the people of Earth were transported to the world of Igoria. Igoria is a world of fantasy, swords and magic, a world where life and death are but a small step from each other. Follow our protagonist as he tries to survive with his family in a new world where danger lurks at every corner. ================================ This book will have irregular updates as I will post chapters as I finish them. I will only be writing when I have free time, so don't be expecting multiple uploads daily. Thank you for supporting this novel, I hope you stay till the end. Spudz_Gaming
Hi, my name is Cameron-Robert Lennard the fourth and I have a story to tell.
I was born in Ashton-under-Lyne, Manchester, England on the 30th of October 2002. My mum was called Gemma and my dad was, you guessed it, Robert Lennard the third, my dad wanted me to have his name but my mum disagreed so they compromised hence Cameron-Robert.
I had six siblings, two being girls and the rest being boys, we got along quite well considering we all lived in the same three bedroomed house. Yes that's right nine people in three bedrooms, you do the math.
It wasn't always so cramped though, when I was eight years old my mum passed away from an accidental paracetamol overdose at Tameside hospital during the birth of her sixth child, neither of them made it.
My dad became depressed for a few years, but honestly I've blocked most of my childhood out because of the massive trauma. My grandparents had to take the reigns for a while until my dad pulled himself back together.
Eventually, during my tenth year on this earth, my dad remarried to my step-mum Sharon.
Sharon was a wonderful person, she came into our lives and helped us up out of the hole we had dug for ourselves. She cleaned us up and raised us as her own. I honestly love her like my real mum, because in my eyes she is my real mum.
Although I'll never forget my mum, I'm glad that Sharon came into my life when she did otherwise I'm not sure where I would be.
During my childhood it was quite rough, not as much as some people, but I still didn't like it very much. Remember those grandparents I told you about? Well they were pretty much some of the worst people on the planet to me.
They tried to blame me for something that still haunts me to this day. A short time after my ninth birthday, we were all around my grandparents' house getting set up for Christmas when my grandma pulled me to one side and started berating me about how I had stolen something important.
Me being the child I was just apologised and asked what it was I did, like I was taught to do when I did something wrong. But they took it as an admission of guilt and locked me in a closet until my dad came over.
I cried and cried but no one came to help me, not until I heard shouting coming from downstairs. That was when my dad marched up the stairs, pulled the closet door from off the hinges as my grandma wouldn't give him the key, grabbed my hand and left the house.
I was bawling my eyes out during the entire ordeal, thinking I was in trouble, little did I know that the reason for the shouting was because my dad didn't believe a word that my grandparents said and thus took me from them and went back to our house.
To some people it might seem stupid, but to my young mind it traumatised me.
The thing they thought I stole was their last momento of their daughter's, my mum's, death. A lock of hair.
We didn't speak to them for years after, but we later came to know that they had found it in one of the Christmas decoration boxes in the basement the next year. They never apologised, not once.
During the year that they thought I was still responsible for stealing the hair, they made my family's life a living hell. They did everything possible to make us miserable.
They called Social Services and had them come and try to take us all away from my dad, they smashed in his car windows so he couldn't drive anywhere and worst of all they tried to turn our other grandparents against us.
My grandma Joan is a loving and caring woman, she is also however very naive. She was convinced by my other grandma that my dad was not fit to be a parent, and thus she tried to make him put us in a Foster home.
He of course refused and stopped talking to anyone outside of our immediate family for close to a year, only reconciling when he was getting married to Sharon.
After which it was quite good for around eight and a half years, until my eldest sister Lexie decided that she didn't want to stay at our house due to the fact that my dad wouldn't let her have sex with her boyfriend in the same room where her little sister slept.
Yeah, just take a minute to let it soak into your system. She wanted to have sex with her TWENTY year old boyfriend IN THE SAME ROOM as her TWELVE year old sister.
So she stormed out one night and tried to take two of her siblings with her, Allyssa and Logan, trying to say that they were in danger if they stayed in the same house as our dad. He didn't let her of course, so she stormed out and went to live with the same grandparents who tried to get us confiscated from our dad in the first place.
A few weeks after the incident my dad got a call from a Social worker saying that an anonymous person had said that our house was unsafe for children so they would have to check and see if it was. The anonymous person was of course, Lexie.
Our house was quite old, and everyone knows that old houses are never perfect. There might be leaky pipes or a loose wire somewhere, but our house was a bit worser for wear than the average old house.
Mainly because of one person, my little brother Logan. Logan has quite a few conditions which lead him to come off as a little strange. He has Dyspraxsia, AD-HD and a weird mindset, he thinks if he does something that he thinks is cool then he won't get in trouble for it. As long as he feels that it is a good thing, no matter how stupid it may sound, he will do it.
For example, he used to act like Tarzan and swing from the light fittings in our bedroom, causing us to replace it four times over the span of six months. He also thought it was a good idea to heat up a goldfish in a plastic bag over a radiator in our living room, causing it to be basically boiled alive. Another thing he did was flush a Nintendo 3DS down the toilet simply because he was playing the 'Flushed Away' video game.
Because he was such a destructive person, he caused our house to fall apart quite a bit, making it seem to be in disrepair. Our sister felt she could use this to get back at our parents for not letting her be with her boyfriend under their roof.
This didn't work. The Social worker came and inspected the house, pointed out the problems and then helped us to fix them. They were out of our lives again in around four months.
Today is October 23rd 2020, a full one week before my eighteenth birthday. After I left Highschool when I was sixteen, I decided I would take a gap year due to my apprenticeship applications falling through. But then after the gap year was over and I was ready to get back into working a pandemic hit the world, COVID-19.
I was forced to take almost another entire year off due to a government quarantine. However on this very day, October 23rd 2020, we finally found out what COVID-19 really was.