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

pointed to several rocks that jutted from the water surface.
     
    "Logan, stay here," whispered Achtisanor when they stood behind a large trunk near the hollow log.
    The sounds of wreckage were heard again as the giant furiously kicked the log.
    Achtisanor ran between the trees and exited the foliage several meters behind the giant.
    "A thousand pardons, sir giant! Yelled Achtisanor to the giant, who turned around in surprise, "what kind of terrible monster lurks inside this log?"
    "Oooh!" moaned the giant. His black and curly hair obscured his face and he waved menacingly with his club.
    As soon as the giant turned his back toward Logan, she took advantage of the distraction and whispered into the log. "Come on, hurry out!"
    Two squibs wearing once-white coats, now covered in mud, poked out with fear. One of them had curly black hair and wore spectacles while the other was a freckled redhead.
    "Please, do not be upset," Achtisanor said to the giant. "I merely asked for the nature of the horrid monster that tried to hunt such a big and strong creature as you."
    "Over here!" whispered Logan urgently and ran back to the foliage.
    The two frightened squibs ran after her.
    "Ha," laughed Achtisanor when he saw the two creatures running after Logan into the forest. "Squibs!"
    The giant turned his head and saw their white frocks disappearing in the green foliage.
    "No!!!" he yelled and started following them into the forest, tossing aside the first tree that stood in his way.
    "I can fully understand you, good sir," continued Achtisanor, "squibs are one of the most frightening monsters this forest can deliver your way."
    The giant stood in his place. "They… did not pay toll," he rebuked Achtisanor and approached him, "and now they ran away. You pay for this," he waved his club to hit Achtisanor, but he leaped easily away.
    "Toll?" Achtisanor ran quickly behind the hulking and slow moving giant and drew his sword, "you do not think it is ridiculous to ask for a toll in a place with gate or fences?"
    "This is our forest," called the giant, turned slowly and tried to hit Achtisanor. Achtisanor leaped away and landed near the fallen log.
    A long green-fletched arrow was shot from the forest, a rope attached to it. The arrow stuck the fallen log. Achtisanor reached his hand and took the rope in his hand.
    "Now!" he yelled. Logan ran from the forest and circled the confused giant. She held in her hand the second end of the rope. Achtisanor left his spot quickly and ran parallel to Logan, wrapping the rope around the giant's legs.
    "I'll show you!" screamed the giant and tried to get close to the two vermin running beneath him. A great thunder echoed in the forest when his huge body collapsed on the ground, and his head hit a big rock.
     
    "Come on, after me, this not the time to settle," De-Stik leaped between the rocks. "Let's show these bullies our mettle."
    When they have reached the other side of the river, De-Stik looked back. Krunch was not there.
    "Krunch! Krunch! Where have gone?" he muttered. "I just turned for two seconds, maybe even one!"
    A long squeal was heard from above.
    "Poor creatures, do not fear," De-Stik lifted his head and his staff, "brave De-Stik is here!"
    De-Stik stepped between the trees until he reached the place from which the scream sounded. Two giants stood one in front of the other, amidst a wreckage of fallen trees. In one of the giant’s palms was a small squib wearing a white and torn frock, and in the hands of the other – a big wooden club poised for a hit. The second squib was nowhere to be seen.
    The giant lifted the squib, aiming it towards his friend.
    "We shall fly as the great hawks cry!" Krunch called from afar.
    The squib was thrown towards the waiting club.
    "No!" Krunch shouted. His tiny figure darted quickly in the air, took a hold of the squib and avoided the club that tried to hit them.
    "Well done, Krunch, well played," De-Stik exited the foliage and clapped. "The darting around