The one-off description of Ella Fisher (as told by Emily Slater)
ELLA is a thirteen-year-old Cumbrian schoolgirl who lives with her mother, EMMA FISHER. When her mother loses her job, ELLA goes to live in central London with her 'uncle' (NICK) and cousins, thirteen-year-old DANIEL and fifteen-year-old MIYA. ELLA has a long tangle of pale blonde hair and oceanic green eyes, which brighten whenever she gets a good idea. She is destined for greatness, but to achieve it a near-impossible task must be completed. The task is... the destruction of a Planet, the eldest planet at that, and ELLA's mission couldn't be any harder.
Bettie the Ice Hammer - first naming (a4 page 31, Chapter IV)
I stared at her. “But won’t we need any supplies?”
“Nah. You’re only going for a few hours. All you’ll need are some Space Eagles to get you to and from Pluto, and maybe some weapons.”
Myles grinned. “So do I get to bring Bettie?”
“Bettie?” I asked.
Myles looked hurt. “My hammer,” she explained.
“Oh.”
“Nah. You’re only going for a few hours. All you’ll need are some Space Eagles to get you to and from Pluto, and maybe some weapons.”
Myles grinned. “So do I get to bring Bettie?”
“Bettie?” I asked.
Myles looked hurt. “My hammer,” she explained.
“Oh.”
The Courtyard of Moon (a4 page 23, Chapter IV)
Everything in the courtyard garden looked perfect: the
flowers grew neatly in their beds, the ivy and grapevines stayed in precise
stripes as they climbed the walls of the palace and not a single splash was
made by the divine marble fountain in the centre. I walked along the
exquisitely exact pathway, which looked suspiciously like it was made from
pearl, and headed for the opposing archway. Hummingbirds thrummed overhead.
I walked under the archway. The delicious scent of honeycomb and roses that had been present in the courtyard dissipated. The air grew chill, filling me with foreboding. The walls in the next room were much, much darker than those of the courtyard, obsidian-like, almost.
I looked back to the courtyard, hoping for some condolences. Big mistake. Everything was… dead. Bodies littered the ground. Where water should have tumbled gracefully in the fountain, there was blood, thick and red, cascading down and splashing everywhere. Boulders, the remnants of long-uninhabited buildings, were scattered haphazardly around the courtyard.
I walked under the archway. The delicious scent of honeycomb and roses that had been present in the courtyard dissipated. The air grew chill, filling me with foreboding. The walls in the next room were much, much darker than those of the courtyard, obsidian-like, almost.
I looked back to the courtyard, hoping for some condolences. Big mistake. Everything was… dead. Bodies littered the ground. Where water should have tumbled gracefully in the fountain, there was blood, thick and red, cascading down and splashing everywhere. Boulders, the remnants of long-uninhabited buildings, were scattered haphazardly around the courtyard.
Skull's Arrival (a4 page 32, end of Chapter IV)
“Um, okay,” I said. There was a heavy sound above, and it
took me a moment to recognise the steady beat of a Space Eagle’s wings. I
looked up, and saw another Space Eagle, much larger than Calmarius, coloured
completely white, hovering a few metres above my head.
“Get out of the way!” Myles snapped, and I moved to one side to allow her Space Eagle to land. It did so with a great thump, and turned its head towards Myles, who smiled.
“Hiya, Skull,” she beamed, patting her eagle on the head. “You’re such a good boy!” She turned to us as she leapt onto Skull’s back. She glared at us. “Hurry up and mount!” she snapped.
I clambered onto Calmarius first, feeling a little shaky. Martin followed, and we sat awkwardly on our eagle next to Skull and Myles, who were at least three times as tall as us.
“You guys ready?” I asked, nerves making my voice tremor slightly.
“Yep,” said Martin, and I was thankful to hear that, judging by the shakiness in his own voice, that he was just as nervous as I was.
“Yeah, yeah,” Myles said, her tone of voice disappointing me. “Sure, let’s go!”
“I’ll count you down,” Mum said helpfully. “Three… two… one…”
Calmarius and Skull shot into the air to dizzying heights, headed to a place from which we had a slim chance of returning.
“Get out of the way!” Myles snapped, and I moved to one side to allow her Space Eagle to land. It did so with a great thump, and turned its head towards Myles, who smiled.
“Hiya, Skull,” she beamed, patting her eagle on the head. “You’re such a good boy!” She turned to us as she leapt onto Skull’s back. She glared at us. “Hurry up and mount!” she snapped.
I clambered onto Calmarius first, feeling a little shaky. Martin followed, and we sat awkwardly on our eagle next to Skull and Myles, who were at least three times as tall as us.
“You guys ready?” I asked, nerves making my voice tremor slightly.
“Yep,” said Martin, and I was thankful to hear that, judging by the shakiness in his own voice, that he was just as nervous as I was.
“Yeah, yeah,” Myles said, her tone of voice disappointing me. “Sure, let’s go!”
“I’ll count you down,” Mum said helpfully. “Three… two… one…”
Calmarius and Skull shot into the air to dizzying heights, headed to a place from which we had a slim chance of returning.
Martin's Description of the Asteriodia Stables (a4 page 45, middle of Chapter V)
She sighed. “Okay,” she said. “I heard that Cal and Skull were being kept in the stables just off the archway. Do you guys remember them?”
Martin nodded, and so did I. I remembered them vaguely, but not in too much detail. It was in the context of ‘Oh, and see there, that’s the stables!’ from Prometheus. I’d tuned out of his special little tour by that point, but apparently Martin hadn’t, because he said, “is that the massive wooden building with the really tall ceiling and the eighteen chimneys and those fifteen windows and the solid gold eagle statue on the roof and-“
“Yeah, that place,” said Myles.
Martin nodded, and so did I. I remembered them vaguely, but not in too much detail. It was in the context of ‘Oh, and see there, that’s the stables!’ from Prometheus. I’d tuned out of his special little tour by that point, but apparently Martin hadn’t, because he said, “is that the massive wooden building with the really tall ceiling and the eighteen chimneys and those fifteen windows and the solid gold eagle statue on the roof and-“
“Yeah, that place,” said Myles.
Mimsy's Words of Wisdom (Ella Fisher and Pluto's Wrath Final Chapter Draft)
“Losing a loved one is always hard, but the
hardest thing is not the grief or the wishes of what could have been, or even
the memories that resurface at the hardest and most taxing of times. It’s
carrying on with life without them. Honour them. Remember them. But don’t dwell
on it; you are thirteen years old, with your whole life ahead of you. This will
destroy you if you don’t learn to control it.”
Pluto Incarnate and Ella's Wrath (a4 page 51, chapter VI)
“What do you think?”
he asked, reading my mind. His eyes narrowed, as if to say, try being uncomplimentary. We’ll see where
that gets you.
“Ah…” I said uncomfortably, trying to find at least one feature on his elderly-looking face that I could praise. After a couple of minutes, I finally said, weakly, “Your eyes are nice.”
He nodded, his face impassive. “You’re just like your mother,” he said. “Oh, where are my manners? I am Pluto, eldest son (and rightful heir) of Queen Sun, and you appear to have chosen the wrong side.”
“Oh,” I said, partly because that wasn’t what I’d been expecting him to say, and partly because it was the single most ridiculous suggestion I had ever heard.
“’Oh’, indeed.” Pluto replied. “However, I am going to give you an opportunity.”
“What?” I asked. I was seriously considering making a run for it now. But then he’d catch me and kill me off. Best to keep him talking, I decided, whilst I formulated an escape route.
“An opportunity,” he clarified. “I am going to give you a choice. Please consider before replying. After all, the wrong choice will ensure that the inevitability of death is hastened to, which would be such a waste, it really would.”
I looked at him, pretending to be unimpressed but quaking inside. “Get to the point, would you?” I said scornfully.
Pluto laughed. “You’re so much like Earth. So much bravado concealing so much fear. I pity you, for coming from such terrible stock.”
I glared at him. “Don’t you dare insult my parents,” I said quietly, “or I swear that I will kill you.”
The scary thing is, I meant every word.
“Ah…” I said uncomfortably, trying to find at least one feature on his elderly-looking face that I could praise. After a couple of minutes, I finally said, weakly, “Your eyes are nice.”
He nodded, his face impassive. “You’re just like your mother,” he said. “Oh, where are my manners? I am Pluto, eldest son (and rightful heir) of Queen Sun, and you appear to have chosen the wrong side.”
“Oh,” I said, partly because that wasn’t what I’d been expecting him to say, and partly because it was the single most ridiculous suggestion I had ever heard.
“’Oh’, indeed.” Pluto replied. “However, I am going to give you an opportunity.”
“What?” I asked. I was seriously considering making a run for it now. But then he’d catch me and kill me off. Best to keep him talking, I decided, whilst I formulated an escape route.
“An opportunity,” he clarified. “I am going to give you a choice. Please consider before replying. After all, the wrong choice will ensure that the inevitability of death is hastened to, which would be such a waste, it really would.”
I looked at him, pretending to be unimpressed but quaking inside. “Get to the point, would you?” I said scornfully.
Pluto laughed. “You’re so much like Earth. So much bravado concealing so much fear. I pity you, for coming from such terrible stock.”
I glared at him. “Don’t you dare insult my parents,” I said quietly, “or I swear that I will kill you.”
The scary thing is, I meant every word.
