David Bishop and the Mystic of Creation T.C. Crawford (icecream ebook reader txt) 📖

the right moment when the boy and his companions would reach the part of the road that would take them between two large outcrops of jutting rock, creating a sort of natural tunnel. Once they entered, a small group of men would block the entrance behind the company, forcing them to run toward the exit. Just as they were about to get away, the rest of the men would jump out and block their escape, taking them by surprise and blocking them in the tunnel. It was all planned out. Now all they had to do was wait.

By the time the sun had become nearly completely obscured by the peaks of the mountains to the West, the boy and his company were spotted coming around the bend in the road just before the outcrop into the tunnel.

It was time.

The men crouched in position just off the road behind a few fallen boulders, waiting for the time to strike. They could hear the sound of laughter and voices talking and they were getting closer with each passing moment. The men were nearly beside themselves with anticipation.

Finally, the time had come. The last of their small group had entered the tunnel. The men quickly jumped out from behind the boulders and sprinted towards the boy, screaming wildly in an attempt to intimidate them into running frantically towards the other end.

Just as they suspected, the group started running towards the exit in an attempt to escape. As they neared the exit, the rest of the gang jumped into the opening from the rock above, blocking their escape.

Jakob stepped in front of his men towards the boy with the tattoo on his hand, slowly clapping his hands.

“You pulled a fast one on us back in the foothills. You even managed to kill a few of my men. Bravo!” he said, mocking applause.

The boy and his companions stood silently, weapons drawn and in the ready. Jakob thought something looked different about their appearance. Their clothing looked… strange, but he couldn’t figure it out in the near darkness of the coming night.

“What do you want with us?” the boy finally asked bravely. “Who are you?”

“I’m glad you asked!” said Jakob. “My name is Jakob Zander, and these are my men. We’re of the Northern Guild. You ran into a few of us back in Ashmire if you recall?” asked Jakob.

“Yeah, we remember” replied one of the men standing behind the boy. He was lean and muscular and was carrying a battle axe while sporting a determined scowl on his face.

“Well, because of your little stunt in front of the inn, and his failure to bring you into custody, my brother is now dead. I intend to return the favor” said Jakob glaringly. “Get the boy!” he yelled.

He jumped into action, drawing his blade and swinging it violently at the man with the axe, but was pushed backward by a furious counterattack. They quickly began trading blows back and forth, attacking and deflecting each other’s blows with skilled precision.

The man grabbed hold of Jakob’s sword arm and swiftly jammed his fist into Jakob’s stomach, knocking the breath out of his lungs before hurling him through the air and out of the fight.

Jakob quickly recovered but it was too late, the boy and his friends had already fought their way through his men and were frantically running down the path down the mountain side towards the Forest of the Immortals!

“How do they keep getting away!” yelled Jakob frustrated, before picking up his sword and yelling for his men to go after them.

Jakob and his men started running full throttle after the boy and his companions, gaining on them slowly but steadily.

They finally caught up to them just as they broke through the edge of the plains and into the thick, ancient cluster of trees.

“Gotcha!” yelled Jakob as he grabbed a hold of the boy’s cloak, yanking him backward hard enough to knock him off his feet.

He put his sword to the boy’s throat in a threatening gesture, and his companions immediately stopped fighting, afraid of what would come if they pressed on.

“Drop your weapons! Now!” yelled Jakob, tired of the games.

They each dropped their weapons and the sound of metal clanging on the ground rang through the cool night air.

“Good! Now, tie them up! We are going to bring them all back to Brineport so they can suffer the wrath of the Wolf Guard. I hear they love eating their captives alive.” said Jakob, as his men finished securing the captives’ hands with rope.

“You’ll pay for this with your life!” spat the old man, after which one of Jakob’s men swiftly struck him in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground.

“You’ll do well to shut up and only speak when you’re spoken to, old man!” said Jakob threateningly.

One of his men caught sight of the girl. She was pretty, with fair skin and dark hair and had a fierce look about her that betrayed her battle-hardiness. She had been responsible for the death of several of his men, and it was time for her to pay.

“Eh boss, what say we have a little fun with this one before we go? After all, we have been away from home for a while. We could all use a little fun!” he said, licking his lips and reaching for the girl.

“Leave me alone!” screamed the girl, wriggling to try to get free from the rope, but it was useless. The rope was too tight, and the knot was tied skillfully and wouldn’t budge.

The man slowly started towards her, eager to reach his prize. His eyes were blazing like a wolf before he reached his prey.

“You touch her, and I’ll kill you!” shouted the boy, anger rising in his chest. He couldn’t bear to see Erin hurt, and he knew these men had the worst of intentions.

“Don’t worry, boy. We’ll be gentle.” said the man, licking his lips as he grabbed Erin and lifted her up to take her