David Bishop and the Legend of the Orb T.C. Crawford (easy to read books for adults list .txt) 📖

West Post, Erin’s midnight departure, and their encounter with the Wolf Guard in the Great Plains at the foothills of the mountains, and how David had saved them just in time.

“If we can’t stop General Krauss, the Defiant One will be unleashed, along with his army of demons. He thinks he will be able to control them for his own ambitions, but something tells me that once they are released, they will be more intent on the death and destruction of every living thing than they will be on taking orders from him,” finished Orin somberly.

By the time they were finished, the entire pub was deathly quiet and surrounded their table. In the heat of their discussion, they hadn’t noticed the crowds gradually growing closer to listen in on the tales, their expressions turning from joy and drunkenness into sober-inducing horror.

“What are we going to do about it?” cried one of the men standing in the crowd behind their table, “Are we warriors, or are we not?” he asked the crowd, who roared in response.

“You’re all willing to fight with us?” asked Rex, inspired by the sudden enthusiasm and support the crowd in the pub was showing. “But what about our pledge to never get involved in the affairs of the Kingdoms again?” he asked, making sure their support was genuine.

“To Hell with the pledge, mate!” cried one of the supporters, “I’d rather die fighting, than sit here waiting for a bunch of demons to come knocking on my doors!” To which the crowd cheered again, mugs rising in the air and sloshing ale everywhere.

“Okay, Okay! Easy, men!” shouted Rex over the roar of the crowd. They all quickly grew silent, eager to hear what their former prince had to say.

As soon as he knew he had their full attention, he continued. “As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm and support, I think we’re all forgetting one thing. I’ve already spoken to the King and he was adamant about staying out of it. He won’t risk the lives of his men for what he sees as someone else’s war.”

The crowd erupted in boos and hollering, some even brazen enough to call him a coward.

“You’re just going to sit there and let him decide our fates for us, then, is that it?” asked another man near the back of the crowded room, to which the whole crowd shouted “NO!” in unison.

“Listen to me!” shouted Rex, now standing on the table so the whole room could see him. “I see how passionate you are about this matter, and my heart swells with pride to see my brethren so riled up and ready for a righteous fight! The spirit of our people is strong!” he waited for the cheers to die down again before continuing. “But if we are to win the support of the King, we must show him our support is strong, and petition him to change his mind so that we can have the full support of Ravenfell behind us when we march for war! ARE YOU WITH ME?” cried Rex, to which the entire pub erupted in cheers and stomping, causing the whole building to shake with the terrific sound.

Suddenly, a company of soldiers rushed into the room, the lead man bearing a piece of parchment as they shoved their way to the front of the crowd towards Rex and the others.

“What’s this about?” demanded Rex.

“You’re under arrest by order of the King and his council for the crime of conspiring to overthrow his rule. You are all to be brought to the castle for your sentencing” ordered one of the soldiers, apparently the one in charge.

“Conspiracy?” yelled Rex, with rage rising in his voice. “I will have word with my uncle about this! Now you’ll get out of my way if you know what’s best for you!” He stepped forward towards the soldiers, but they refused to move, each in turn drawing their swords in preparation for the coming battle.

“Alright, have it your way” Rex said as he lifted his battle axe from his back, ready to take them down.

Orin and David quickly followed suit and each prepared for battle, David unsheathing his sword and Orin lifting his staff high into both hands ready to strike. Holzer and Reingard quickly ran in between the two sides in an attempt to stop the fight.

“Wait!” cried Holzer, holding up his hands towards the soldiers, apparently familiar with their leader. “Reximus was not conspiring anything! He came here for a few drinks and some good company, but we’ve all just heard his tale and we think it to be worthy of our King’s renewed attention.” he pleaded.

Rex intervened. “Holzer, don’t bother trying to sway them. They already have their orders from their King, so I suggest you move out of my way so I can take care of these little pests” he growled stepping forward, flexing his large muscular arms.

“No! These are my friends too; don’t you get it? They are only following orders.” continued Holzer.

“He’s right, Reximus. They’re innocent just like you” interjected Reingard, stepping in the way.

He turned to his soldier friends. “Look, I know you have your orders to take them in, but if we’re right and Reximus is really innocent, then that leaves him free to go and speak with the King, along with his followers here who agree with his position.”

The soldiers suddenly looked around the room, as if noticing for the first time they were surrounded by a horde of drunken, angry barbarians, all riled up and ready for war.

“Why don’t you let him go and talk to his uncle to clear this up? Maybe there’s a way to get to the bottom of this without anyone getting killed.” pleaded Reingard.

“Alright Reingard…Holzer. You better be right about this, or it’s your asses that’ll be scrubbing the floors in the dungeon. Stand down!” the head soldier ordered.

He sheathed his sword and his company of soldiers followed suit. They each walked out of the pub house and