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

wearing looks of fear or uncertainty regardless of where they were at in the city.

It was a good feeling knowing they played a part in the cause that led to such happiness and joy among the people.

When they reached the docks, there were a series of great fishing ships with massive masts that stretched to the sky. Each ship was being loaded for the coming trips out to the South Sea that would bring back masses of fish and other sea creatures for distribution among the newly freed population. They were all eager to begin their day as free men and women that would all benefit from the day’s hard work.

Natan walked up to one of the men who was holding what looked like a supply list, checking off each item as it was being loaded.

It was one of the men who had been fighting with them during the uprising, and he apparently was now in charge of the ship docked before him.

“Hello Robert! Good day to sail, yeah?” asked Natan cheerfully.

When Robert saw who it was addressing him, and that David and the others where there as well, a large grin quickly spread across his face and he walked up to each of them, eagerly shaking each of their hands and thanking them for everything they had done.

He was a middle-aged man with a round face and a big belly from his love of heavy ales. His hair was short and curly, and twice as dark as his skin, peppered with patches of grey here and there. He had a great big smile, and an even bigger personality, as he had owned and operated a vendor in the slums nearly all of his adult life selling anything from fruits and vegetables to pick-pocketed jewelry.

“It is an honor to have you here to see me off on my first fishing expedition!” said Robert in his deep booming voice customary of a market salesman.

“Actually, that is not why we are here,” said Natan, “I have a favor to ask of you, Robert.” he said to the man.

“Anything, anything for you!” replied Robert eagerly.

“Good to hear it, old friend! I need you to take David, Erin, and Tyrius, along with their horses and whatever supplies they need, along the Eastern Shore beyond the Forest of Immortals. They are headed to the Birthplace of the World.” said Natan.

“The Birthplace of the World? Where is this?” asked Robert, a confused look on his face. “I do not know this place on the maps.”

“No worry friend,” said Tyrius, “I can show you the way. It is north of the Land of the Immortals, just beyond the northern forest beyond a cluster of mountain ranges covered in snow.” he said.

With this, Robert smiled again and agreed to take them wherever they like, thanking them again for their help in the rebellion and telling them how much of an honor it is to have them sail with him.

They fetched the two horses that they had borrowed from the elves, a mule to carry their supplies once they set foot back on land, and the rest of the supplies they would need for their journey north along the coast and to the Birthplace of the World.

Within just a few short hours, they had gathered all that they needed and were standing at the bow of the ship as they sailed south. The mists of the great winding river crashed on the bow, sending salty spray high into the air as they cut through the waters at a fast and steady pace.

Less than an hour later they reached the mouth of the river and entered the vast blue expanse of the South Sea, before turning up the coast to head north as Tyrius had instructed. Water stretched as far as the eye could see, with white caps slowly gliding across the surface of the waves as the wind rustled over the top of the water.

David and Erin both looked in wonder at the sight before them – neither of them had seen the ocean before and it left them both in awe.

The front of the ship rocked up and down as they crashed over the waves, sending a rush of exhilaration through the two of them, making them feel like kids once again. David wrapped Erin up into his arms, holding her tight as they closed their eyes, letting the gentle sea breeze rush through their hair while holding on to the side of the deck to make sure they didn’t fall from the constant rocking.

The sound of the rushing wind and the crying gulls reverberated through the salty air as they charted their course along the rocky coastline.

With the sun to their right, rising ever higher into the sky as it made its journey across the vast expanse of cloud-dotted blue, David and Erin basked in the moment, happy to be together once again.

***

After what felt an eternity of traveling through darkness and wet, damp tunnels, Rex and the others finally saw the light at the end of the Southern Tunnel, indicating that their journey through the dark mountain was finally coming to an end.

When they crossed the threshold into the open air, the sun was high in the sky. By the time they gathered up the rest of their caravan and supplies and made it down the mountain path to Ashmire the sun had nearly set in the west.

When they reached the outskirts of the mountain village, some of the men were greeted by loved ones who had seen them coming from the entrance of the tunnel and had been eagerly awaiting their arrival.

Others, who had been waiting beside them and were expecting to see their husbands, fathers, brothers, and sons come down the path, were left in sobbing wrecks, having discovered that they would not be coming, as they had fallen in the battle.

When they had all set up camp around the city, as the Inn and other homes were already too full from the refugees