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

Suddenly his hand shot skyward and a great bolt of lightning shot from the sky towards his hand. He screamed out and spoke some strange words and pounded his fist into the ground, opening a great fissure in the earth between them and the two armies.

As the fissure widened, from the depths of the blackness within came a great horde of devilish fiends. Monsters with horns and claws and horrible teeth climbed their way out of the fissure in the hundreds of thousands. Behind them the fissure glowed an intense green and the sound of a deep thunderous voice echoed from the depths.

David screamed as he saw the eyes of what he could only describe as death itself and he threw out his orb hand. The most intense light he had ever seen shone from his hand and he could feel the power of the orb flowing freely through his body, then suddenly, as if it never happened, he was back on the mountain pass with his friends.

He found himself surrounded by several soldiers, all armed with swords pointing towards him in a defensive ring. Orin stood with his back to David, his hands reaching out towards the soldiers, telling them to wait.

David reached out and grabbed Orin’s shoulder, turning him around to face him.

“What happened?” he asked, alarmed at finding himself surrounded by the soldiers.

“I have no idea” replied Orin. “Are you okay? What did you see?”

“Put away your weapons, men. I think David has come back to us.” ordered Rex, pushing through the circle of soldiers to get to David. “You had me worried there, mate…” he said, a look of horror on his face.

“I’m sorry…. I’m okay now, really.” said David, assuring his friends the fit was over.

He looked down at his hand. It was still glowing fiercely and for the first time he could feel its power coursing through his body. It was like an intense energy flowing through him. He felt like it was a part of him that had always been there, locked away deep within the hidden chambers of his mind. An overwhelming sense of love flowed through his body as if he had just been reunited with an old friend he didn’t realize he had missed so dearly.

David suddenly became conscious of things he never noticed before. He realized that he could sense the men around him; feel their fear, sense their apprehension at what had just transpired. He noticed the ground beneath his feet was so firm and familiar, like it was an extension of his body and existed solely to support him. The air around him felt like a gentle presence caressing his careworn body, trying to soothe him from his sudden outburst. He could feel the water in the cracks of the rocks beneath their feet as if it called to him, beckoning him to call it forth. So, he did.

Slowly the waters began to trickle upward from the cracks in the ground. At first it was a small trickle, but then it grew into a steady stream and rose into the air like a great bubble of water suspended in air.

He held out his hand to touch its cool surface and felt every particle as if he knew each one intimately and had known it all his life. The water formed to the cup in his hand and he pulled it forward to take a long drink. It was cold and refreshing. When he had his filling, he willed the water to return to its natural place and it complied effortlessly until there was no evidence in the earth that it had ever been there.

Coming back to his senses, David realized everyone was staring at him awestruck at what they had just witnessed. Orin slowly placed his hands on David’s shoulders and smiled. “Boy, you’ve done it! You have finally bonded with the orb and asserted your mastery over it. Now, young man, you are ready for your real training.”

When the shock of his newfound connection to the orb finally subsided, David remembered his vision and shared it with Orin and Rex. Orin’s eyes grew wide with the sudden realization of what the vision meant. Quickly Orin ran to the supply wagon, searching frantically for something. He finally came back carrying a small parchment and quickly unraveled it, holding it up and looking over it with absolute concentration. After some time, he dropped the parchment to the floor and a look of horror grew on his face.

“It’s three days from Midsummer’s Eve” said Orin, horrified.

“Okay, so what?” said David, looking confused.

“If what your vision showed you is true, it means we are even shorter in time than we suspected. Midsummer’s Eve is the time of year that is dedicated to the Mystics, as it is said that is when they were created by the Creator God. The midsummer solstice brought their powers to a climax and allowed them to do things of incredible power, but the eclipse that followed enhanced the powers of the Mystic of Destruction – now known as the Defiant One.

"It was the time of year where their powers became nearly limitless, one with the Creator God. A time where they could do such magnificent acts as the creation of life, such as was done at the dawn of time when they created all lifeforms on the Earth, that is, apart from Man of course. It was also a time when acts of mass destruction were possible, such as when the Defiant One used his increased power to create his army of demons that would later scour the earth during his march of conquest in the Mystic War.

"If your vision is true, David, it seems that General Krauss intends to somehow use the power of the eclipse during the midsummer solstice to enhance his powers and unlock the chains of the Dark Abyss - unleashing the Defiant One and his minions back into the world of the