Krystal's World

By K. Weikel

Nightmares have visited her every night for as long as she can remember. She would draw them out, hoping they'd disappear from her mind. Sometimes it worked, other times it didn't.
And then, one normal day, the characters from these dreams of terror materialize, making Krystal question both reality and her sanity.
When two of these characters reveal themselves as friends, they ask for her help, quickly earning her trust. They stumble across an old curse cast on Krystal's great-great-great-grandfather that will soon be bestowed upon her own shoulders.
Can Krystal break the curse and dodge the prophecies appearing, or will she get caught up, destroying her town and, soon after, the world?

• Language: English
• Publisher: K. Weikel Publishing
• Release date: Mar 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311847287

K. Weikel

K. Weikel uses her three-dimensional characters to tell stories of life and adventure and magic."The One-Hundred" won the Wattys Award in 2015 and has reached over two million reads. Weikel has also won the 2017 Writers Awards for Building Monsters. She has written 60 books, including her first manga, "Katharsis". To learn more, visit her website: http://www.kweikel.comSERIES:Underdogs (4)Replay (13)Katharsis (1)The One-Hundred (6 Books, 1 Short Story, 1 Novella)The Haunted Mansion (4)The Blood Room [3 Alternate Endings]TRILOGIES:Dead MenMaskless TrilogyTrapped TrilogyCOMING SOON (1)DUOLOGIES:The Unnamed DuologyStop; GoSTAND-ALONES:WaterloggedThrough the Dimension of NightmaresWhen the Sky EatsCreatures of the BelowNord and the BordSamenessBuilding MonstersDollhouseThe Vampire's CarnivalKrystal's WorldLabyrinthFiguresMatchCagedList X

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KRYSTAL’S WORLD

By K. Weikel

Krystal’s World

K. Weikel

Published by K. Weikel at Smashwords

Copyright © 2016 by K. Weikel

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To the ten-year-old that wrote this, thank you for having an imagination and helping me keep it, unlike several people now a-days. Thank you for keeping me different.

To my parents, thank you for all the encouragement over the years. It’s helped me blossom into who I am today.

To my fourth grade English teacher, thank you for boosting my confidence about my writing. Without you, I’d have probably given up long ago.

And thank you, God, for giving me a way with words early in my life. I hope I can use them to tilt the world some day.

Thank you.

BOOK ONE:

End

of

the

Road

ONE

THE ROAD

I was running down my street, my bare feet slapping the gravel hard. A monster was chasing me.

I ran on and on along a road that never seemed to end. The grass had burrs all in them and I had to run into them to dodge the cars parked on the side of the street, not to mention the ones headed down the gravel in my way, and I would have to dart into their thorns and pricks and back. I’d had no time to grab my shoes.

My eyes caught a sign that made me skid to a stop. My feet have left trails of blood on the hot road. It said:

WELCOME TO THE END OF ALL ROADS

A howl crackled in the distance.

Actually, three loud ones.

I spun and saw the mythical creature clawing the ground as it ran and all three of its ravenous heads faced toward me. I turned to run but stopped short to find there was a thousand foot drop at my toes. That hadn’t been there before.

The water was churning and smashing against the step rocks on the sides and I felt my heart leap into my throat as I let out a gasp and began to sway from the height.

Suddenly, something floated up from the lip of the cliff. I’d seen it before, but only in my dreams.

It was the figure of a man with an old face, wrinkly and shaggy. He was tall and skinny, with a long black tattered cloak around his body. His fingers were skinny and seemed frail, and looked as if they had been put to rest for years.

Because they had.

Hexinoide, I gasped, fear making my bones tingle.

Precisely,