Fortnite And The Missing Jewel

By Kris M Revson

This book was written for my grandson and he and his mother contributed to the story.

The main protagonist, Nathan is 11 years old and likes playing Fortnite, eating pizza and spending time with his friends. His life changes when his English gamer-friend, Thomas, asks him to look for a treasure buried in the garden. Things are not what t

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kristina Maria Revson
• Release date: Oct 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9780645423150

Kris M Revson

Kris M Revson was born and educated in Poland but has lived in Australia for most of her adult life. After many years in Sydney, she moved to Ballina, a lovely seaside town on the East Coast. Kris worked as a clinical psychologist for more than forty years. After retiring, she was looking for a hobby to fill the void left by no longer working with people. She started writing, and in no time, imaginary characters became her friends and constant companions. You can find out more about Kris from her regular posts on Instagram (@krismrevson), Facebook (Kris M Revson and Alison's Wish), and Twitter@k_revson

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1.

In the darkness of the night, a chilly, icy wind came off the water. Not far away, I could make out the silhouettes of tall ships docked in the port, each waiting to be unloaded in the morning.

Frances, my stepsister, squeezed my hand as she gave me a small piece of paper.

‘You can get hold of me there or leave a message.’

‘What’s wrong with your mobile, Fran?’

‘No mobile reception.’

I doubted I would need to contact her, but it was good to know I could.

I could still see her as I descended step by step, stopping each time to look back over my shoulder to make sure that no one was following. I started jogging to warm myself while thinking about my bedroom, a cozy space where I could relax at night.

I must act fast and hide the treasure before anyone discovers it, I thought.

There were many places I could hide it in the cemetery behind the cathedral, which was not too far away. I was unsure what the treasure chest contained, and its funny shape resembling a small keg seemed unusual. So far, I had not been unable to unlock it, although I had tried.

After arriving at the place of the dead, a very apt place given the weather, I sat on the bench next to a large family mausoleum. All I could hear were the distant noises of the city. My eyes felt heavy, and I had an overwhelming desire to fall asleep. The sound of approaching footsteps was all I needed to feel fully awake. I put my treasure inside my hoodie.

‘There you are,’ said a voice that did not sound familiar. I felt a cold shiver all along my spine.

‘Stay calm,’ was the last thing I said to myself before the total darkness swallowed me.

2.

Before I tell you, what happens next, let’s go back to the beginning. My name is Nathan, and I am just an ordinary 11-yearold boy. I have short, brown hair and brown eyes, and there is nothing special about me. I am in Year 5 and have a lot of friends. I nearly had a girlfriend, except between school, outings, games with my friends, and the time I spent online, I had no room for anything else.

My parents allow me computer access, for other than school projects, twice a week and a few hours on weekends. I often go out on Saturdays and Sundays, but despite trying hard to convince my parents to let me use those weekend hours during the week, they would not budge.

As you know, Frances is my stepsister, she is 19 years old, and it’s only in the last couple of months that we started talking. She used to ignore me, and I resented her for babysitting me, which she was also reluctant to do.

‘I don’t need a babysitter,’ I told my mum, but she wouldn’t listen.

Frances was unhappy to have to stay home on Saturday nights. Her friends were all having fun, and she was stuck with me. I tried to talk to her to show her I was not a child. I had heard somewhere that the best way to make friends was to share a secret or two with the person you wanted to be friends with.

‘Can you keep a secret?’ I asked her.

She was listening to something she called a podcast and could easily pretend not to hear me. I stood in front of her and started doing star jumps. Frances looked at me with disapproval.

‘Stop it. Leave me alone. Go and find something better to do.’

I continued until she finally took her earplugs out.

‘Can you keep a secret?’ I asked her again.

‘I heard you the first time. What is your big secret? You finally have a girlfriend?’

‘I don’t want one. My friend Anthony had to kiss his girlfriend, and he said it was slimy.’

‘Had to?’

‘Yes, she said he was not a proper boyfriend until they kissed.’

‘Perhaps you are still too young to enjoy kissing. Now let me go back to my podcast.’

‘I wanted to share a secret with you. Are you going to listen to me or not?’

‘Okay, tell me.’

‘You know I am not allowed to talk to strangers on the net?’

‘Yes, it is more dangerous than you can imagine. Are you done now?’

‘Well, I have a friend. His name is Thomas, and he doesn’t like to be called Tom. He lives in England and goes to a very good school there. He came to Sydney for a holiday once and will come again soon.’

‘So, what do you talk about?’

‘School and stuff, but he was also very interested in where I live.’

‘Why so?’

‘Because he thought our house belonged to his family a long time ago. I sent him some pictures of our house and garden.’

I could see Frances was interested now.

‘Why did he want to see our garden?’

‘We have this game, which we play called a treasure hunt. He sent me a picture with the coordinates where the treasure is buried in our garden.’

‘Coordinates?’

Frances was beginning to annoy me with all her questions, but I needed her help, so I had to keep talking.

‘Well, five steps from the back fence, three steps from the pear tree in the middle. Anyway, I found the spot. I have to do some digging, but he assured me it will be worthwhile.’

‘Imagine how happy Mum will be when she sees what you’ve done.’

Despite what she said, I sensed she was interested in what I may discover.

‘I will need your