Logan Marsh: A Thrilling Fantasy Novel (Action Adventure,Mystery, Y/A Book 1) by Jonathan Casif, Sneer Rosenfeld

Hot! You said I go to Hubris!" the bear-man called behind them.
    Achtisanor winked to Krunch, and he turned towards the trapped bear-man and lifted his hands above his head. "From skies all over!" he called, "Come wind, come water!" He turned his hands to the raging fire and it became a curly smoke screen.
    "Oh, good!" said the bear-man, "Out of here! Going to Hubris and telling his Tigertief and Achtisanor hurt me! Tigertief and Achtisanor returned!" his voice faded away.
    "Well, this is a refreshing start to our journey," said Logan.
    "No doubt," said Achtisanor. "I thought this might happen. Hubris will do anything to prevent Domarwink's forces from gaining the horn."
     

     
    "How did the medallion burned his hands?" Logan asked Achtisanor.
    "It is a protection from evil medallion. An evil creature cannot hold it," answered Achtisanor.
     
    We continued our journey in the forest so thick,
    The battle is ours, by sword and by stick.
    The blood in veins so furious and tingling
    The ground at our feet so prosperous and blooming.
    I have lived again, my head held high,
    My rusty bones muttered a sigh.
    Little Krunch was so happy at last,
    Achtisanor lovingly from the sword cleaned its rust.
    Logan walked with happy steps,
    Looking around as if looking for traps.
    We continued on our merry rounds,
    And our ears managed to pick up more sounds.
     
    De-Stik "Journeys"
     

Chapter 9 - The River of Life
    "We are approaching the river," said Logan when she heard the distant sound of running water.
    "Idrinor," said Achtisanor, "it is the only river that crosses Idrinian forest."
    "Excellent!" said Krunch with glee, "I can pick some mushrooms that grew on the shores of the river. They are perfect for many potions I have devised."
    "And I will clean myself from this filth," said Logan.
    "There is nothing in the world like the water sweet sounds," said De-Stik. "A real delight, praise the gods!"
    The four of them leaped over fallen logs and made their way through the foliage. After a short time, a spectacular sight awaited them. A pure-water river decorated with white pebbles. Multicoloured oleanders grew on one side of the river while reeds covered the next.
    "I am sure there are thousands of mushrooms," said Krunch, and leapt to the shore, examining the pebbles with his little feet.
    Achtisanor and Logan took their waterskins and filled them. De-Stik unsheathed his dagger from his boot and strode purposefully to the river.
    "Where are you going?" called Achtisanor.
    "The river is the destination that I wish," answered Fantastick, "Do not worry, Claude, I may even catch a fish!"
    After they had refreshed themselves, Achtisanor and Logan sat and looked at their two friends stumbling in the water. De-Stik stood on a small rock near the shore, dagger in hand, waiting patiently for his catch.
    "I've been told that you've seen my father's murder?" Logan looked curiously at Achtisanor, as if she wanted to ask him this question and waited just for the right moment.
    "No, Logan, I have not witnessed it. When I arrived, it was already too late," said Achtisanor and lowered his head.
    "But you have investigated his murder, right?" asked Logan. Achtisanor nodded.
    "My mother told me a lot about you. Every time she saw your name on the newspaper titles she was proud as a hen," Logan smiled.
    "Melan," Achtisanor remembered her fondly, "she was your father's greatest love."
    "Were you with her when I was born?" asked Logan.
    "No, Logan. After your father was murdered I have founded Tigertief and started my investigation," said Achtisanor. "When you were born, a year later, we were on our way to Sahoun Desert in Lowergoon kingdom, but Melan sent Catch to notify us on the news."
    "Sahoun Desert?" asked Logan.
    "We were looking for the translator," said Achtisanor, "so he could decipher the ancient Ashman writings that I have found at the murder site."
    "You mean the parchment you talked about earlier?!" Logan understood now why that old piece of