The Pages of Destiny (The Four Elementals Book 3) Yajat Sharma (icecream ebook reader .TXT) 📖

“Why are we taking a risk to go to the Brentinute?” Daniel said, looking at Pyros. “Isn’t it simpler to go to space from your cave?”

Pyros replied, “Daniel, we are discussing space, not planets.”

“I don’t get you,” said Daniel.

Pyros replied, “My cave has all the facilities to let you go to individual planets in the Universe. But it doesn’t have any technology through which you can wander in space. For that, you need a spaceship, for which we need to go to the Brentinute.”

The Scavenger shook his head. “We need to be sure, James. If our assumptions about the Second Page are wrong, a great amount of time and energy would be wasted in going to space.”

James said, “Well, we have no choice. The only way to find out if Osay has the Second Page or not is to travel to space.”

“I am getting convinced by James’s logic,” Archer said. “Sitting here is not going to help. Let’s go.”

“I am with James on this,” Daniel said confidently. “Much more energy would be wasted to ascertain if Osay is lying or not.”

“Good. So we all agree.” The Scavenger rubbed his hands. “Let’s go to space.”

7

The next few hours were spent in planning their journey to space.

“Instead of using a portal straight to the Brentinute, I suggest we take a chariot and visit the White City on the way to the Brentinute.”

“But why?” Pyros asked.

“The King of the White City helped us significantly in the war against the Skull Warrior. We must again seek his help.”

“But the Dark World is now hostile to us. Maybe, the King of White City has changed sides,” Daniel said.

“I agree it is risky, Daniel,” the Scavenger said. “I have a hunch that he will help us. I will remove his doubts by showing him the letter of the Necron Kings.”

Archer said, “I have an idea.”

“What?” the Scavenger asked.

“In case the King turns hostile towards us and tries to capture us, we must have a fall back option. Hear this...”

Archer’s option was brilliant and straightforward. They made final tweaks to the plan and decided to leave early the next morning.

Before leaving, the Scavenger handed a small bell to Thomas. “If you ring the bell, I will know whether you’re in danger or not.”

Thomas nodded and smiled. “Thank you. Goodbye.”

Pyros summoned a gigantic master chariot driven by majestic white horses. They all boarded and moved.

The chariot’s speed was unmatchable.

“We should be reaching in an hour,” the Scavenger said.

Suddenly, the chariot halted. James flew ahead. His head slammed against the railing of the chariot. He groaned. “I hate inertia!”

James saw his friends beside him, clutching their heads. He got up and saw the horses snorting and neighing.

James gasped to see the back of the chariot, which was torn off, leaving behind fragments of wood. If James and his friends hadn’t gone flying ahead, they would be dead.

“I love inertia!” he said.

They saw the wreckage of another chariot to their right. It seemed they had had a collision.

While they were inspecting the wreckage, a young man rose from the rubble. His clothes were in tatters, and his face was covered with cuts.

He groaned, “Help me.” He got out and collapsed to the ground.

James and the children helped him out of the wreckage while the Scavenger whipped out his swords, alert.

“Looks like someone chased this man,” the Scavenger said. “Be alert; we could be attacked.”

He was right. A few moments later, the unmistakable sound of horses galloping approached them.

The Scavenger ran ahead while shouting to children, “Stay here.”

He saw five giant hounds running towards him, warriors riding them. The Scavenger had a sense of déjà vu. He remembered seeing these hounds at the Cotton Village Library. They were Osay’s warriors.

The Scavenger rushed forward and unsheathed his swords.

As he approached the hounds, he pulled out a lance with one hand and a rope with the other. Mid-run, he quickly weaved the rope around the bottom of the lance. He gripped the other end of the rope and swung with all his might.

The hounds bucked, the warriors falling to the ground as the lance drove into two hounds, turning them to dust.

A sword flew towards him, but the Scavenger ducked just in time. As the remaining hounds ran towards him, he slammed the lance into the ground. Using it for propulsion, he leapt ahead over the hounds. His leg slammed against one warrior’s head. He whipped around, pulling out knives from his belt, and threw them forward. They struck the hounds, and they evaporated into dust.

The Scavenger again turned and, with powerful strikes, knocked out the remaining enemy warriors.

Within seconds, the fight was over.

The Scavenger walked back to his friends. “Let’s get out of here before their reinforcements arrive.”

Fortunately, their chariot was travel-worthy. They started their journey again.

“What was that?” James asked as they applied some medicines and bandages to the injured man. Daniel summoned some herbs.

“Osay,” the Scavenger said. “I saw warriors with hounds – the sure-shot sign of Osay. It seems Osay’s warriors chased this young man here. I wonder what he did to anger Osay.”

The man gained consciousness and sat up. “Water,” he croaked.

The Scavenger handed him a flask of water. The man drank, then looked at the people around him. “Thank you for helping me.”

“You’re welcome,” the Scavenger said. “What is your name?”

“I’m Florence,” he said. “You can call me Flor.”

“Why were you being chased?” Daniel asked.

Flor shook his head. “I... I can’t remember. Everything’s a blur. It’s just... I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. How old are you?” the Scavenger asked. “You seem young.”

“I’m twenty-three,” Flor said.

“Where do you live?” the Scavenger asked.

“I – I don’t know.”

“You seem to have lost your memory,” James said.

“Will it be permanent?” Flor asked nervously.

“Memory loss in cases of sudden trauma keeps coming back in glimpses. You’ll be normal with time,” said James, comforting him.

The chariot rolled to a stop.

The Scavenger looked up. “We have reached.” He glanced at