Title: RETURNING IN TIME
Genre: YA Fantasy
Word Count: 70,000
Her cousin Zale is already dead. Going back in time is the only way Mya can save him.
In the mountain kingdom of Montros, elite winged protectors guard the King from danger, especially from the tribal Abak who seek the kingdom’s rich resources. Mya, a slave, is serving in the King’s dining room when cloaked men burst in and attack. Her cousin Zale, a protector, removes the King from harm, but dies at the hands of the Abak. Although Mya doesn’t give a rat’s flip about a failed attack on the King of Montros, with her sparse family tree she can’t afford to be losing cousins.
After the attackers die, Mya and Bren, a fellow slave, are the only ones left standing with no one to corroborate their story. Mya flees with Bren after guards discover the attack originated in the servants’ quarters. Their attempt to hide fails and a strange pale boy discovers them. The boy, Alistair, confesses that he is a moon who can manipulate time and he offers them a way back to the past to save Zale.
Though Alistair is uncharacteristically silent about his motives for helping her, he admits that he has taken Mya through time before – only Mya doesn’t remember the experience. Still, Alistair’s cosmic plan to go back in time and save Zale is her only hope – at least that’s what Alistair wants her to believe.
As Mya uncovers more of Alistair’s history, she begins to doubt he is as selfless as he claims. The plot behind the attack on the King is larger than she anticipated, and Mya realizes she may have a lot to gain – or lose – from another foray in time.
Write it all down, he said. From the beginning, he said. Stupid Alistair, he didn’t explain why I’m writing this journal, probably so if I die, he’ll have something interesting to read.
I live – well I guess I lived – in the Mountain Kingdom of Montros until the King Darius’ nephew was killed ten days ago. Was it really only ten days ago? I’m not very good at keeping time straight, so I’m sure this journal will be extremely useful.
As one of the Montros’ lowly servants I live to serve the royal family with joy and diligence in all that I do… though I hoped to do something different. I aspired to be one of the protectors, but I failed my tests. Which was rather stupid and really not my fault. The King’s nephew wasn’t in danger and even if he had been the son of a peck probably deserved to be killed.
All right, maybe that’s a little harsh considering one of the King’s nephews did die… but I’m getting ahead of myself. Should I even bother talking about the attack on the King? Cripes, if that boy weren’t so beautiful, I wouldn’t do anything he said. There, Alistair, I said you were attractive. I doubt you’re surprised.