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

parchment was so important.
    "Yes," answered Achtisanor.
    "And did you find the translator?" asked Logan.
    "Yes, we have found him, but it was already too late," replied Achtisanor.
    "He was also murdered," continued Logan.
    Achtisanor nodded, "the killer was always one step ahead of us. He managed to beat me at every step, even when I thought I had him cornered."
    "And you know who it is?" asked Logan.
    "Once I thought I knew, and I still believe he is connected somehow to this whole affair, but it is not him," answered Achtisanor.
    "Hubris?" asked Logan.
    "It is someone else," said Achtisanor, "someone that eludes us and is the mastermind of these assassinations. We blame Klaxes and Hubris in vain. He stands in the shadows for many years and quietly laughs."
    "Have you caught anything?" Krunch said when he approached De-Stik from behind.
    "Shhh, a school arrives, don’t move you heel," whispered De-Stik, "I will now catch our evening meal."
    De-Stik aimed his dagger towards one of the fish and threw it into the water. "Got you! Ha, ha, it is a hit!" De-Stik yelled and leaped with joy. "This is how you make ends meet…" De-Stik lost his balance and fell into the cold waters. Krunch, Logan, and Achtisanor burst into laughter. After a few attempts, De-Stik managed to stand, and slouched to the shore.
    "Damn it," he left the river, "I am soaking wet, but the fish I did get!" He smiled broadly and waved his dagger, which speared a large fish.
    "Well done!" called Logan, "come, sit in the sun and undress, so they will dry before evening falls."
    "And I’ll go and gather woods for a fire," said Krunch, holding a bunch of mushrooms in his hands. "We'll light a nice fire and cook the fish."
     
    The four of us sat near the river, the sun was high
    She looked from above, smiling to us from the sky.
    We are our fill, shared memories of old,
    Of days gone by and legends be told.
    We sat and talked, with a little frightful pity,
    of the journey ahead toward the sinking city.
    Then to sound of the river we slept,
    Night has fallen and the hour was late.
     
    And in the next morning, without warning or thought,
    Shouts and troubles the waking has brought…
     
    De-Stik "Journeys"
     

Chapter 10 - Mind over Matter
    "Help!" a faraway sound suddenly squealed.
    "Help!!!" another reedy voice seconded it, "Help!!! Help!!!"
    "Do you hear what I hear?" Logan stood, her backpack already in place.
    "The sounds are coming from there!" Achtisanor pointed to the south and started to briskly walk towards the sounds.
    "Come on, Choop, leap on my shoulders," De-Stik urged sleepy Krunch, "I think our help is needed by others."
    "Help!" the squeals echoed eerily in the forest.
    "Help us!" echoed the second voice.
    "Rrrrr," a rough and thick voice was heard above the din of falling trees.
    "Look over there," Achtisanor turned their attention to a huge figure wielding an enormous wooden club that kicked a hollow fallen log. A fur garment covered its chest and loincloth covered his nether regions.
    "Mountain giants!" Achtisanor held his sword hilt. "De-Stik and Krunch, don't get any closer. Stay here, behind the rock."
    "Wow, look at the giant," said Krunch.
    "Help!" the reedy voices echoed from within the fallen log each time the giant kicked away another portion of it.
    Achtisanor and Logan entered the foliage on their left and approached the scene.
    "Look, Krunch – there, near that tree!" pointed De-Stik to the other side of the river, "I don't think I like their glee."
    Two giants laughed wildly on the other side of the river. Two tiny white-clad figures yelped when they were thrown from one giant to the other.
    "We've got to help them," said Krunch and wanted to leap into the water, but De-Stik's long arm caught his backpack and stopped him.
    "We've got to help them, but you, my friend, shall take the rear," said De-Stik. "I'll take the front, and please beware." And he started to walk into the water.
    "De-Stik, wait, let's go from there!" Krunch