Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Most people think it’s a bunch of hokey pokey, but not eight-year-old Ellie Mills, she knows it’s true and she’s determined to prove it. What better person to do that with than her best friend, Gunnar. It takes some strong convincing, but he eventually agrees, and the two set off to test one mountain’s magic. Unfortunately, it doesn’t turn out the way Ellie hoped, leaving her heartbroken.
Now, seventeen years later, Ellie has another plan to rope Gunnar into, this one even crazier than the last. Once again, he will give Ellie what she wants, but this time, they’re going to play by his rules, and it will forever alter their friendship.
But maybe that’s how it was always supposed to be. Maybe Ellie was right and the legend of Heart Mountain isn’t just a myth after all.
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Ellie
Eight Years Old
The beam of my flashlight dances wildly through the dark, guiding my best friend, Gunnar, and me down the long, beaten path toward Heart Mountain.
A storm rages above us, the heavy rain making it hard to see. It runs off my new pink slicker Paw bought me while my matching rubber boots sink into the mud beneath my feet.
A pang of guilt strikes me at the thought of my grandfather. He would be furious if he knew I wasn’t in bed where he left me only a few hours ago. I feel awful for sneaking out like this, but it had to be done. The legend specifically states this has to happen at midnight.
“How much time do we have?” I ask Gunnar, yelling to be heard over the downpour.
He glances at the compass he brought, which also serves as a pocket watch—an item he took from Ryland’s home office, where he keeps all the stuff from when he was in the military. “Fifteen minutes.”
Panic grips my chest, propelling me forward. “Come on, we’re running out of time. We have to hurry.” Holding my hood in place, I run as fast as I can, trying my best not to slip in all the mud.
“Wait up, Ellie,” Gunnar calls out, charging after me.
As soon as those words leave him, I trip over a broken log. My arms flail at my sides as I try to save myself, but there’s nothing to grab onto. I’m just about to fall flat on my face when Gunnar catches me, his arms wrapping securely around my smaller frame.
My frantic heartbeat slows as I peer up into his rain-soaked face, the black hoodie he wears offering little support to keep him dry.
Heavy droplets drip from his shaggy brown hair into his face, clinging to thick, dark lashes that frame his unique honey-brown eyes. Eyes that are usually filled with playfulness and mischief, but now are narrowed in anger.
“You need to be more careful,” he snaps, dragging me upright.
I bristle at his sharp tone, my own eyes narrowing. “It was an accident! You don’t have to shout at me.”
“It wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t run off like that,” he fires back. “You can’t do that, Ellie. It’s the middle of the night and we’re out in the wilderness. You could get hurt.”
Concern overshadows his anger, making me feel bad. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I just don’t want to miss out on this. Not when we’re so close.”
His expression softens. “I won’t let that happen. I promise.” Taking my hand, he leads us at a fast pace again.
His promise is the very reason I asked him to do this with me. It’s also why he is my very best friend.
The two of us met last year when he moved in with Ryland Brooks, the retired soldier who lives down the street. Like me, Gunnar doesn’t have parents. Mine died in a car accident when I was only five years old, whereas Gunnar’s just didn’t want him anymore, so they left him at a gas station, which is how Mr. Ryland found him.
I don’t know how a parent could abandon their own child like that, especially one like Gunnar. He’s smart, funny, and good at everything he does. He’s also tough. No one messes with Gunnar and gets away with it. I found this out firsthand when Chuck Turner and his pimple-faced brother, Philip, were picking on me one day. Gunnar stepped in and gave them an ass whoopin’ they wouldn’t soon forget.
At that moment, I found my best friend, and we have been inseparable ever since.
Gunnar is a year older than me, but that has never mattered. We love to do a lot of the same things. Play sports, climb trees, and build forts. Pink might be my favorite color, but I am more of a tomboy, which works out pretty well for Gunnar, I guess.
But he will do things I like to do too, even if he doesn’t. Like catching fireflies. We do it in the evenings and bring them back to our fort to use as a nightlight, then we tell ghost stories until it’s time to go to bed. It’s always so much fun and my favorite time we spend together.
A bright light flashes in the distance, pulling me from my thoughts.
“There’s the light post,” Gunnar shouts over his shoulder as I struggle to keep up, despite the hold I have on his hand. “It shouldn’t be much longer now.”
I nod, too out of breath to speak.
Tonight, Gunnar is doing another thing just for me. Helping me put to the test a legend that lives and breathes in my soul. One I pray is true with all my heart.
Nestled in the Canadian Rockies, our small town of Passion Falls holds a landmark that very few know about, Heart Mountain.