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

With this, everyone turned to Orin, waiting for his advice on what to do next.

“No. I think that we should gather what supplies we can and go to the Southern Kingdom to help Tyrius and Erin find and rescue David. Without David, our future is bleak indeed. We must find him and get him to the Crystal Caverns no matter the cost. He is our only hope of survival. So long as the Defiant One remains on this earth we will never be safe, and there’s no telling how long he will remain chained like this. David is the only one who can face him, and he must do it sooner rather than later” said Orin gravely.

“If we can get our people to the Southern Kingdom, we can rebuild our forces without the threat of the Defiant One showing another force of power like he did today. That is, if Orin’s hypothesis is true. Once David recovers his powers and returns from the Caverns, we will then be ready to take the fight to the Defiant One with David by our side!” said Rex, looking to King Eldergate who nodded in agreement.

“Yes, I believe that is the best course for the time being. We have nothing left here for our people.” said King Eldergate. “This valley will be our doom if we stay here and have to fight again” he said gloomily. “No, we will go to Brineport and reunite with our people who have gone before us”

“King Kane, Prince Gilric, King Tybrin, what of your people? Will you accompany us through the Southern Tunnel?” asked King Eldergate.

Rex, the Elf Prince, and Dwarven King shared a look of mutual agreement before answering. They would all bring their forces through the Southern Pass. It would be safer to travel South through the mountains, than risk a confrontation again in the open fields of the Great Plains.

“It is settled then. We will gather what supplies we have left and, after we bury the dead and send them off properly, we will begin our journey south through the mountain. May the Creator’s blessing be with us all!” shouted Rex, to which everyone joined in the blessing before dispersing to spread the message to their respective people.

They spent the next several hours preparing for their coming journey and gathering the last of the dead for the funeral pyre while a group of Dwarves worked to clear the rubble from the Southern Tunnel that had been blocked before the battle.

When the dead had all been gathered, they lit the massive pyre, each leader giving their blessings and saying a few kind words to commemorate the thousands of brave warriors that had given their lives in the battles of Ravenfell and Draco’s Pass.

The mound was great, and the light of the fire lit up the valley in a radiant hue of yellow and orange, casting long shadows across the landscape of the men, elves, and dwarves who circled around to honor their fallen comrades. Millions of little sparks danced and flittered through the cool mountain air as the fire burned away its fuel, sending them high into the air to join the countless stars littered across the cloudless night sky.

In the early morning before the fog had even lifted, they gathered the last of their supplies and began their descent into the Southern Tunnel, many wondering if they would ever see their homeland again.

Chapter XXV

David watched helplessly as he was being pulled away from his friends as their captors were taken out one by one by rogue arrows flying from the shadows among the trees. He was bound tightly and no matter how much he struggled he couldn’t break free.

He watched in horror as arrow after arrow flew in his direction, several narrowly missing David’s body as he was being dragged mercilessly across the forest floor. The ground was rubbing his arms raw and more than once a protruding root jabbed into his ribs, knocking the breath from his lungs.

Eventually he was dragged beyond the tree line and his captor took out a small glass ball the size of an apple from his pocket before throwing it harshly to the ground, shattering it into a thousand little fragments that glittered in the moonlight.

A plume of smoke rose from the debris, engulfing the two of them and blocking the view of the forest and their pursuers out of sight.

Suddenly, David felt a strange rushing sensation as he felt his body become weightless. The sound of the forest and whizzing arrows vanished and was replaced with absolute silence. Then, just as suddenly as if no time had passed at all, he landed hard on a stony floor, knocking his head hard on its surface before his vision went completely black.

When he awoke, David found himself in a small, square room with sandstone walls and ceiling that were rough and gritty. He was lying on a straw covered cot with his head bandaged and propped up on a straw pillow, its rough bristles pricking his head and body in various places.

He sat up to take a look around and saw that he was in a prison cell of some kind. The air was humid and hot, unlike anything he had felt before – indicating he was far away from where he had been the night before.

The light shining into his room from a small, barred window on the wall gave him the indication that it was sometime during the day.

He stood up and walked to the door which was more of a wall of bars with a section that opened and closed. He gripped the cool metal bars and took a peek outside his cell. They were rough on his hands and slightly rusted but were spaced far enough that he could reach his arm through the gaps. Not that it would do him any good – he was locked in there with