David Bishop and the Mystic of Creation by T.C. Crawford

Author:T.C. Crawford [Crawford, T.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-12T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter XX

The next morning Erin and the others awoke with the early rays of the sun shining through their windows. It was a gentle waking, something they had each missed dearly and had been rare since they left Ravenfell.

Their last good night’s sleep was spent in the halls of the Dwarven city of Emerald Keep when they were staying in King Tybrin’s quarters, however, the light there was not natural, having only been provided by artificial means, being underground and deep within the mountains.

There was nothing more natural than being woken by the gentle light of the morning sun shining through the canopy of the great tree above while listening to the morning song of the birds.

When they each got up, at the foot of each of their beds were their packs, just as Gilric had promised. They were each full to the brim with clean bedding and fresh food that would last them weeks in the wilderness.

Aside each of the packs lay their newly forged weapons glittering in the morning sun like precious artifacts found within a king’s treasure room.

They each slowly walked to their individual weapons in awe, inspecting them up and down and running their fingers along their expertly crafted surfaces.

Erin lifted her blade and gave it a few practice swings, marveling at how light the blade sat in her hand and how perfectly it fit her grip. It whizzed through the air as she spun it around in an arcing circle, feeling as if the blade were cutting the air itself.

She placed it back in its scabbard, which was also finely decorated in precious gold and silver designs running up and down its front, before securing it to her belt at her hip.

She then went to her bow and ran her fingers down its spine, gently testing the pull of the string. It hummed in a deep vibration as she released the tension, returning the string to its original position. She could feel the power of the bow and knew it would serve her well in the coming days.

After everyone had taken a few moments to get acquainted with their new weapons, they headed down to the forest floor where Gilric had told them he would be waiting in the morning.

When he saw the looks on their faces, each still in awe at their gifts, he smiled, happy to see they liked their surprise.

“I see you’ve become well acquainted with your new weapons, they look good on each of you.” he said, smiling.

They each nodded and thanked him in return, to which he waved his hand, shrugging off the gesture.

“It is the least I could do, after your most horrendous treatment by my brethren.” he said.

As he finished speaking, another elf came running up to his side before whispering something urgent in his ear, too quietly for the others to hear.

Gilric nodded and said “I see” before the messenger ran urgently into the White City and disappeared from sight.

Gilric, seeing the concern on his friends faces,

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