Lucas Warbuck, The Prophet's Call, Book 1

By Ariel Roma

When just-about-twelve year old Lucas Warbuck receives a book from a prophet, it opens up a world of secrets, schemes and trickery... and holds a special message that he doesn’t even bother to read. Suddenly the kingdom of Darkotika is scrambling. Who is this boy who looks so...well, ordinary? The average Middling would never dream about kingdoms in realms of darkness or light... and possibilities. Somehow Lucas sees things others do not; not that they couldn’t... they just didn’t. His life may not be so average after all! So when Darkotika’s spies with long-nosed telescopic lenses come snooping around the town of Target for him... and an unsuspecting kid is snatched right out of his seat at the movie theater. Well, you can see where we’re headed! How on earth did this happen? Lucas Warbuck... summoned? Will he ever find out? And what if he does?

The Lucas Warbuck Series is an allegorical fantasy, jam-packed with Bible imagery and symbolism.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ariel Roma
• Release date: Aug 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9780987935854

Ariel Roma

ARIEL ROMA is the Canadian author of the LUCAS WARBUCK, fantasy-adventure Series. Ariel Roma lives on the West Coast of Canada with her husband, Great Dane dog Bikini, and her cat ...that she pays a ridiculous amount of attention to.The LUCAS WARBUCK Series will include 7 books. LUCAS WARBUCK: The Prophet’s Call, Book 1, and LUCAS WARBUCK: Darkotika, Book 2, LUCAS WARBUCK: Tattooey, Book 3, and LUCAS WARBUCK: The Blood-Spot Ring, Book 4 are all currently published in paperback & eBook. LUCAS WARBUCK: Catchinga (Ca-ching-ga), Book 5, coming soon!THEMES: Good vs Evil, Friendship, Anti-Bullying, Emotional Intelligence, and a Hope.SYMBOLISM: Nearly every detail has a reason for being. Clair Voyance’s pewter eyes are symbolic of magic and sorcery. Lucas's name... Bringer of light.” Morning Star Kingdom is a kingdom of good & light. Ariel Roma created the word Darkotika for the kingdom of darkness, using the words narcotic & dark---Darkotika is all about numbing the mind... and Dark-wishing, a tempting fascination with the dark-side. Nothing is as it seems.Throughout the series, Roma encourages readers to value friendship, realize their self-worth, to recognize the dangers of dark-thinking, and to embrace goodness and light.The series is written primarily for ages 9-14, but any reader young-at-heart will enjoy it!*A Special note to teachers: The series reinforces positive thinking and actions and encourages creativity ---an asset to your grade 5-6-7-8-9 classroom library.

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LUCAS WARBUCK

The Prophet’s Call

By

Ariel Roma

LUCAS WARBUCK

The Prophet’s Call

Characters, names, places, incidents and events in this book are

fictitious. Any similarity to situations, or real persons, living or

dead, is coincidental and not intended by

the author or publisher.

Copyright © 2014 by Ariel Roma

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For Richard, who always believes.

CONTENTS

Mind Twisting

The Spying Game

Jitters

A Wealthy and Important Mouse

A Dark Wish

It’s No Game!

What Did You Say?

The Book Frenzy

In Like a Storm

Running Wild

Gobsmacked!

A Trick of the Lights

Black and Light

The Disappearing Act

Chain Reaction

Between Split Seconds

"It was one flickering ember that was almost

smothered to death daily. But it just wouldn’t quit…

it was hope."

1

MIND TWISTING

LUCAS WARBUCK SHOULD have had a very ordinary life. But he didn’t. His life was far from ordinary. This would seem strange to people who knew him from the start because he looked like a normal boy who lived with regular parents, in an average house, who went to a typical school, in an orderly town. But Lucas Warbuck was not at all who he seemed to be. He was not ordinary at all. In fact, he even surprised himself at just how un-ordinary he turned out to be.

He was a creamy-faced boy with an average build. The first just-about-twelve years of his life had been kind. Innocence danced on his face and played in his ocean blue eyes. The sun-bleached streaks in his hair spun like a halo on his head. Anyone caring to notice could tell at a glance that he wasn’t familiar with things of an unfortunate kind. In fact, quite the opposite was true. Up until now, his had been a life without drama or disaster.

In a nice sort of way he could almost be labeled a goody-two-shoes. He wasn’t a threat. In a crowd he went mostly unnoticed. And for that, he seemed likable by most. So when Darkotika spies with long nosed tele-scopic lenses started snooping around the town of Target for him… and an unsuspecting kid is snatched right out of his seat at the movie theater. Well, you can see where we’re headed!

Lucas Warbuck may have been the boy everyone expected him to be if it hadn’t been for his amazing imagination and his extraordinarily nosy nature. Much of the time he lived in a world of dreams. But, even though he was a dreamer he was not simple minded. He saw things that most others did not. Not that they couldn’t… they just didn’t. Today he had been playing outside for a couple of hours all by himself. Well… he wasn’t really by himself. There was a shiny black bird perched on a fence post the whole time, but he had been so busy dream-catching a ride to an exotic adventure that he hadn’t noticed.

He had already roved the Mojave Desert with his model dune buggy, transformed his gyroscope into a space-ship for a voyage around the moon, and went on a deep-sea expedition, fishing nails off the garage floor with a string-tied magnet from his science kit.

Untangling the rope-ladder vines dangling from the oak tree sent him on a dizzying tree top whirl through the jungle. He had even airdropped food-aid packages; pieces of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich, above a construction site of ants tower-craning a twig to build a high-rise complex over a crack in the sidewalk. He watched them carry away pieces twenty times their size. In his mind he saw himself strong and mighty, picking up his dad’s car.

But now he was bored. He flopped down on the grass to decide what lost thing needed to be found or what wild adventure needed taming. The sun was smiling at the marshmallow clouds tumbling and floating by. He stretched long and looked way, way up. The grass tickled an imprint into his back. Curling his fingers into binoculars, his vision zoomed as far as far can be, and then even farther than that.

His mind was looping with figure-8 kinds of thoughts. The ones that go round and round and end up back at the starting line again. He was trying to understand how he could have become the boy that he was. He wondered where he was, before he was. He knew enough to know that he couldn’t have been anywhere at all, before he was.

His mind twisted and whirled so long and so hard his stomach felt weird, like when he ate a whole bag of sour gummy worms in three minutes flat. He couldn’t figure it out. But this wasn’t such a bad thing really. In fact it would turn out to be one of the best things, because while his mind was mixing around, it was opening up to possibilities. And possibilities can lead to curiosity. And curiosity was nearly Lucas Warbuck’s middle name.

So while his mind was spinning ideas he started to wonder. He wondered about this and he wondered about that. His imagination was really revving up when suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something in his mind’s eye. And here’s where it starts to get interesting!

You see it was right here at this very moment, this millisecond, no wait, this zillisecond, that Lucas Warbuck was about to be transformed right out of the ordinary place he occupied as a Middling.

He had been born a Middling but he had never been destined to stay one. His parents were Middlings and quite content about it. He was not. He was not content at all. He knew there must be more. Something in him said so. The truth was that Middlings were never supposed to stay Middlings. No. Not even one of them. But most of them did.

The Middlings were simple minded people. Their lives were routine and they liked it that way. They weren’t all good, but they weren’t all bad either. They hardly ever wondered about anything more than they could see right straight in front of them and if they did they would stop and hurry back to what they knew. They knew without thinking that what was popular would be right. They firmly believed that the road to nowhere was the right road because it almost always leads to somewhere safe. Staying safe was very important to them. It was comfortable being a Middling.

The average Middling didn’t have the foggiest idea that there might be more to life than what they could see in their own little world. They wouldn’t even dare to dream about kingdoms and princes and kings in realms of darkness or light, or of dragons, or talking eagles, or spies… and possibilities. And even if they had an inkling of a thought about any of it they surely wouldn’t want to tell anyone.

Instead, they built their own little kingdoms between their ears and hid the tiny keys to their thoughts so deep inside their hearts that even they couldn’t find them themselves. Well, most of them did anyway. But there was always a chance… a slim one. But a slim one was better than none. There was an ever-so-slim chance that once in a while one would search for the keys… and find them! Well that could spell disaster for one of those kingdoms now couldn’t it? I wonder which one?

Squawk! Squawk! A nosy blackbird going nuts on the fence screamed so hard his whole body did a jig.

Uh oh… interference… right on cue.

Swoosh! Something whirred past. A rush of wind tickled Lucas’s ear. The surprise ambush unplugged the superhero fantasy movie playing in his mind. He was just in the middle of an action scene. He was the mighty warrior… reaching for his falchion sword. The crush of battle was tight! Suddenly, it was over. The lights went out. The battle for truth was just turned into a cheap, dollar-store drama. One final freeze-frame and… gone.

It was really too bad. He was so close, so very close to being transformed from Middlinghood too.

His eyes boinged wide. His head side-flipped. Now his squashed thoughts were bursting. Wow! he exclaimed. My boomerang’s back! he cried. And there it was, cartwheeling a bright red pinwheel across the grass until it tipped to a stop and flat lined just a few feet away.

With the sunniest of looks on his face he hunted around. How did it just drop here right out of the blue, he wondered. Suddenly he heard a voice, and he knew.

If it wasn’t that it was such a stifling hot day and his wits were sizzling, he would have been startled. Well, maybe he was. It was the kind of day that melted the ice cubes in his soda faster than a snowball on a barbecue. He didn’t want to drink it now anyway. Especially after a desperate mosquito looking for a place to launch a dinghy confused it for pond-water. It was the kind of day that even the flowers were troubled by. It wilted everything. Suddenly he was light-headed.

I wouldn’t have given it back to you except I wanted to nail you with it, you goof! Keep your stuff out of our yard, Lenny De Villain yelled. He was saddled-up on top of the wood fence that separated the two properties.

Lucas was rattled by him, but he was glad. His boomerang was one of his favorite things and he was happy to have it back again. Ever since it sailed over the fence and landed in Lenny’s yard the day before, he was brainstorming for a way to get it back again without getting caught over there.

Lenny just sat there with his eyes glaring hotter than dual exhaust pipes on a dirt-bike.

The two boys were opposites in many ways. When he wasn’t being nasty, he was a plain, dull-faced boy with a tall, stocky build. The first twelve years of his life had not been kind. Sadness toughened his face and scattered shadows in his eyes that made them look even darker than they really were. His titian-red hair spun like a thorn nest on his naughty head.

Anyone caring to notice, and few if any did, could tell at a glance that he wasn’t familiar with things of a privileged-kind. In fact, quite the opposite was true. Already, his had been a life filled with drama and disaster.

In a not-so-nice sort of way he could almost be labeled a slime-ball. He was often a threat. In a crowd he made sure he was noticed. And for that he seemed offensive to most!

Lucas rolled over in a stiff, robotic motion and climbed to his feet. He scooped up his boomerang real smooth-like and shoved it deep into the back pocket of his jeans.

He didn’t look to the left and he didn’t look to the right. His eyes were on the prize, the back door. The old screen door hanging together with at least twenty coats of paint, the latest still tacky and smelly, looked more like a barricade.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he bolted like a scared dog into the house he might have even looked cool. He made a run for it, scampering over the patchy spots of uneven grass and bald dirt. With a bounce, the spring yanked the screen door closed behind him. It banged shut. He was safe but it still made him jump, so hard his hair flipped.

He used to love living here in his big old red brick house on Covert Street. He had a really cool back yard and he even liked his school most of the time. But that was before. It was before Lenny moved in next door. Well, it was really before that.

The more things never changed the more they stayed the same, at least that’s the way it always was, that is until Lenny’s aunt