Prologue

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The boy pulled the bundle of furs close as the last of his fire rocks went dim.

He couldn't stop shivering. It was getting colder and colder every day now.

Outside he could hear the Nagwhals calling, their shrill whine bouncing off the ice falls, reaching deep into the cave.

He was so hungry. He hadn't eaten in days.

Beneath the pile of rotten fur he held onto his brother, now stiff with cold.

Down the dark tunnel he heard a long, piercing shriek and a loud splash. Moments later a big silver head followed by a long silver body squeezed out of the darkness and slid towards him, its huge, jagged teeth snapping at his rags.

A yell and a lunge and it was all over.

He let go of his brother as the Nagwhal tugged his body back down the tunnel.

He was alone now - the last boy alive on a long dead planet.

The boy shivered, and waited for the Nagwhal to come again.

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