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

and vitality that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Not since he first awakened the power of the orb on the mountainside while heading back to Eldergate with Rex and Orin at his side. A feeling he had only been able to experience for a day or two, as it had disappeared once the Defiant One had been released.

Suddenly and without warning, David dropped to the ground unconscious like a rag doll. Erin and Tyrius quickly ran to his side, trying to wake him and see what had happened. No matter what they did, he wouldn’t wake, it was useless.

Realizing that he must be in a trance induced from the presence of the crystals, Tyrius gently urged Erin to stop trying to wake David.

“It would appear that our assumptions were correct. These must in fact be the same Crystal Caverns used to create the Orb and the Mystic Crystals. They seem to be responding to David’s presence, forcing him to face his inner demons by putting him into a deep sleep. Wherever he is, he is lost to us now. Come, help me get him to the temple” said Tyrius to Erin, who looked as if she could cry with worry.

Ever since they had been nearing the structure, and since the other morning when he had awoken from that nightmare, David had been acting more and more unlike himself. He had been distant, keeping to himself mostly, and seemed to be cold to Erin and Tyrius. This worried her greatly – she was worried she was losing him.

They lifted his limp body and carried him slowly down the black stone path spanning across the lake and into the magnificent temple at the heart of the chamber.

They set him on top of the tomb of the fallen Mystic, where he lay motionless and still, the only indication of life was his erratic breathing and racing heartbeat. As he settled into place on the tomb of the Mystic, the orb in his hand began to glow brighter than ever before. It was like a shining beacon in the middle of the dimly lit temple, filling its space with its light as it pulsed slowly between varying levels of intensity.

“His powers are being amplified,” said Tyrius, “It must be related to the crystal’s effects on the Orb – he’s searching for its power, deep within his consciousness. We must let him be. He will work it out and return to us when he is ready.”

Tyrius and Erin stayed by David’s side for several days as he tossed and turned. They took turns on watch, making sure David was still breathing, giving him water every so often and making sure it went down without issue.

On the third day David’s eyes suddenly shot open and he quickly shot upright in a heavy sweat, gasping heavily.

“I know what I have to do” is all he said, then he looked at Erin and wept.

Chapter XXX

Erin held David in her arms as he wept uncontrollably for several minutes. When he finally settled down and was able to speak without being interrupted by gasping sobs, she asked him what had happened.

“I saw the Creator God,” said David, eyes distant and glossy as he recalled the visions.

“He showed me the history of the world… the creation of the Mystics, their decision to bring life into the world in the form of the Elves, the Dwarves, every living thing. I saw when the first man and woman were created by the Creator God, how from them spawned the vast history of mankind that we see today, and the jealousy that it brought upon the Defiant One.” he said.

Tyrius and Erin exchanged looks before urging David to go on.

“He was once good, you know. He worked with the other Mystics of Creation, he was the balance for life, so it didn’t go unchecked and overcrowd the world. His actions were never malevolent and cruel, but simply necessary. But, when the Creator God made mankind, he grew distant and jealous, eventually that turned to anger, then hatred… that’s why the war began, he wanted to eradicate all of mankind, erasing them from the earth. He hated them…” said David.

“When the war broke out the Mystics of Creation gathered together, along with the forces of their creations, to help the race of man defeat the Defiant One and his armies. The fighting was unlike anything I could have imagined…his power, it was incredible. They only just managed to subdue him before they were able to banish him into the Dark Abyss. History nearly went the other way.” he said, horror across his face as he recalled the visions of the battle between the forces of creation and destruction.

“Yes…the accounts of the Mystic Wars are very descriptive, I’ve read nearly all of them” said Tyrius, “and their images alone used to haunt me in my dreams.”

“After the Defiant One was imprisoned, I saw the Mystics of Creation gather their fallen brother and seal away his life force in the Orb. At first, they were unsure of how to go on without their brother, knowing without him they were not strong enough to contain the Defiant One forever, that eventually he would wear down the barrier and once again break free from his chains.

“That is when they decided to seal away their powers, along with their lifeforce, into the Orb alongside their fallen brother, so that when the one worthy to reclaim their powers finally came, as they foresaw that he would…that I would…that he would then possess the full might of all of the Mystics of Creation and would therefore have the power necessary to face the Defiant One and defeat him, banishing him for good into the Dark Abyss. So long as his powers remained in this world after their brother was banished, the seal would never again be broken.”

“That certainly makes sense and corresponds with the history as I’ve been taught it,” said Tyrius, looking at David and