Fires of Prophecy: The Morcyth Saga Book Two Page 7

  He rushes down to Cassie’s cell and finds the two soldiers dead on the ground, with Delia helping Cassie to her feet. Jiron and Tinok are standing over the dead men, with the dead men’s knives in their hand, dripping blood.

  As James enters, Jiron says, “Time to leave?”

  “I would think so,” James replies. They come out of her cell just as the doorway at the end of the hallway slams open. The officer strides in to see what the commotion is all about. He comes to a sudden stop when he sees the guard lying before him on the floor unconscious. Looking down the hallway, his eyes widen when he sees their cell doors open and them out of their cells, two with knives that are red with blood. He begins yelling as he quickly turns and exits the hallway, returning back to the front room. Even though James can’t understand what he’s saying, he has a pretty good idea.

  “Jiron,” he says, “give Tinok your knife, quick!”

  When Tinok has both knives, James says to him as he points down the hallway, “They’re going to be coming through that door. You’ve got to stop them for a minute or two.”

  Tinok glances at Cassie, then with an evil grin he says, “You got it.” He walks close to the end of the hallway and awaits the first soldier to pass through the door.

  Grabbing Jiron’s arm, James says, “Come with me.” He leads him to the rear cell where Tinok had been, whose little window overlooks the same narrow alley that his had. The girls follow them in there.

  “What are we doing?” he asks James.

  “Just wait,” he replies as he begins concentrating.

  Jiron hears the clash of metal from the hallway and sticks his head out to see how Tinok’s doing. One soldier lies on the floor, bleeding to death, while his knives dance with another. A third soldier has entered the hallway behind the one battling Tinok, but the narrowness of the corridor allows but one to come at him at a time.

  He turns back to the cell and watches as James begins tracing the seams of the stones surrounding the barred window. His finger follows the seam all the way around and when he reaches his starting point, he stops and says, “Alright, give me a hand.”

  Reaching up to the bars, he begins pulling on them. Jiron steps up and lends his strength to the effort.

  “Give up,” they hear the officer exclaim from down the hallway, “you’ve got nowhere to go!”

  “Bring ‘em on!” they hear Tinok’s reply. More clashes can be heard as he parries and blocks, giving them time to do what they need to.

  “What’s the count?” Jiron yells over his shoulder to Tinok.

  “Four!” they hear him hollering back.

  James and Jiron pull with all their strength on the bars and a section of the wall surrounding them suddenly slides outward half an inch.

  “Five!”

  Delia joins them and together, they slowly pull the bars and the adjoining stones away from the wall until the whole thing crashes to the floor with a thud.

  James looks out the hole and doesn’t see anyone around, while Jiron goes back to the dead guards in Cassie’s cell and retrieves a sword.

  Coming to the hole, he tosses the sword through and then follows it, climbing through the hole.

  “Six!”

  He takes the sword and comes back to the hole. “Cassie,” he says, “come on!” Keeping an eye out for anyone entering the ally, he offers his hand to help her through.

  James and Jiron help Cassie make it through the hole, and then Delia. Once they’re safely on the other side, James climbs through as well. “Tinok!” Jiron yells, “Time to go!”

  “Seven!” they hear just before he runs through the door. Upon seeing the hole in the wall, he yells, “Stand back!” as he races toward it and dives through. He sails through the opening, hits the ground on the other side, and then rolls, coming to rest against the wall of the opposite building.

  James sees guards rushing into the room after him. When they see the hole in the wall, one yells something back down the hallway as most of them turn and race back the way they had come.

  “Let’s get out of here!” James says, as he leads them down the alley. As they reach the end, he looks back the way they had come and sees soldiers entering the alley, hell bent on catching them. They turn and run down the lane, trying to make the edge of town. A guard runs around a corner in front of them, and before he even realizes they’re there, Jiron has cut him down with the sword.

  “Good with a sword too?” asks James, panting from the exertion.

  “Didn’t always use the knives,” he replies, “I just prefer them.”

  When they come to the end of the lane, they realize they’ve made it to the edge of town, rising before them is the mountain. Behind them are dozens of soldiers racing after them and several crossbow bolts fly past, missing by a narrow margin.

  They make a break for the mountain and the relative safety of the trees. The ground begins to rise as they reach the treeline.

  From behind, they hear the soldiers in pursuit. James glances back and realizes they’re gaining on them. As he runs, James searches the ground for rocks, but in the dusk of early evening, it’s hard to make any out. Spotting a couple, he pauses only momentarily to pick them up before he races to catch up with the others.

  He glances back again and now can make out about a dozen and a half soldiers are in pursuit, it doesn’t look as if the officer is among them. “We’re either going to have to convince them to not follow us, or take them out,” he says to the others. “We’ll never outrun them.”

  Jiron looks back and says, “I agree.”

  “Ladies,” James says, “you continue on up, we’ll find you.”

  Delia grabs Cassie’s hand and together they continue on up the mountain as fast as they can.

  “Alright gentlemen,” he says, “let’s do it.” He stops and turns to face the soldiers while Jiron and Tinok split off to either side.

  He finds the crossbowmen and using the stones he collected, begins taking them out one by one. Jiron and Tinok move forward to engage the oncoming soldiers. Jiron using his sword and Tinok with his knives, they weave a dance of death that begins felling soldiers at a quick pace.

  James stays to the rear and continues throwing stones, with the added speed and accuracy only magic can achieve, until all but a couple of the soldiers have been eliminated. Turning tail, the remaining soldiers promptly retreat back to town.

  When they come back together to watch the retreating soldiers, James notices Jiron has acquired two knives from the fallen soldiers. “Let’s find the girls,” he says as they turn and hurry to catch up to them.

  Chapter Five

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  “Are they dead?” Delia asks when the boys catch up.

  “Most of them, the rest fled back to town,” Jiron replies.

  With relief evident in her voice Cassie asks, “Then we’re safe?”

  “Until morning at least,” James assures her. “But you can bet they’ll be coming after us at first light.”

  “And they’ll probably bring everyone,” adds Tinok.

  “Quite likely,” agrees James. “We’ve killed over a dozen soldiers and embarrassed their leader. So yeah, they’ll be coming.”

  “What are we going to do?” Cassie asks, scared.

  “Let’s get higher in the mountains and at first light, try to find a place to make a stand,” James says.

  “Good idea,” agrees Tinok. Anger still burns in him over the attempted attack on Cassie.

  They proceed further up into the mountains, the dark of night making the way difficult at best. When they come across a somewhat level area, they make camp. Tired, hungry and a little scared over what the next day will bring, they lie down and do their best to get some sleep, the boys taking turns at watch.

  James takes the first watch and sits there as he hears his companions, one by one, fall asleep. He knows that tomorrow’s outcome will depend heavily upon him and what he can do with magic. Going over in his mind different strategie
s and solutions that he came up with in similar situations back home, during their role playing campaigns, he tries to find one which would work the best giving their situation. Thank god he at least has a couple of good fighters to hold them off while he does his thing. After coming up with several nasty ideas, he finishes his turn at watch and then wakes Tinok for his turn. Lying down, he does his best to fall asleep.

  Morning dawns overcast, the sky beginning to lighten even though the sun is still behind the mountains. Jiron returns to camp just after dawn from reconnoitering down the mountain for signs of the enemy to find no sign of James. Worried, he wakes up everyone else and is about to begin searching for him when he sees him walking back toward the camp, a couple of rabbits in hand.

  “Here,” he says as he hands the rabbits to Cassie, “take these further on up the mountain and cook ‘em.”

  “But a fire will lead them straight to us,” objects Jiron.

  “Exactly,” James says. “We want them to think we’re just a bunch of stupid kids who think they’ve gotten away from them. That we are lulled into a sense of security and are careless enough to light the way for them.”

  “There’s a spot another hundred feet up that would be prefect to set up camp,” he tells them.

  “What will you be doing?” he asks.

  “While the girls are up there alerting them as to which way to come,” he explains, “we’ll be down here setting up several nasty surprises for them.”

  “Surprises?” Delia asks.

  “Yeah,” he replies, “surprises.” He points down the way they came last night and says, “We inadvertently followed a game trail up the mountain and I’m betting they’ll follow it too. Especially when they see the smoke from the fire.”

  “What should we do?” Cassie asks.

  “You and Delia go up the mountain and begin cooking the rabbits,” he says. He then points to Jiron, “You stay with me.” To Tinok he says, “You need to stay with the girls in case anyone gets past us.”

  Tinok nods his head in agreement though he’s dismayed about missing the fun.

  “Save some for me and James,” Jiron says, indicating the rabbits.

  “We’ll see,” Tinok says, a grin playing across his face.

  As Tinok and the girls begin to head up the mountain, James and Jiron start setting up the surprises. “Just what do you have in mind?” Jiron asks him.

  “Well, you see…” he then explains what he plans to do as they make their way down the trail.

  “Here they come,” Jiron says from where they hide behind a fallen log. The first man can be seen coming up the trail below them. “They’re following the trail just as you figured.”

  “I wasn’t sure they would,” admits James. “Though I’m glad I was right.”

  “Looks like they brought the whole garrison,” Jiron observes as more and more men come into view.

  “Hope so,” James says, “can’t afford to miss even one.”

  “You’re a bloodthirsty one, aren’t you?” Jiron asks.

  James turns to him and says, “I don’t like killing, to me it’s just a waste. But if I have to, then I want to make it so they’ll never trouble me again.”

  “See your point,” he says.

  They watch as the men proceed further up the trail. “You ready?” James asks him.

  “Yeah,” he replies with a grin, “let’s do it.”

  They stand up from behind the log as James throws two stones in quick succession, killing two of the forward soldiers.

  Then they yell as if scared, “Run!” and turn to race back up the trail, the soldiers immediately follow in hot pursuit.

  They don’t run too far before they come to an area where the trees and plants all look like they’re wilting, dying. They continue on until they are back into the healthier part of the forest, then abruptly stop and turn to face the oncoming soldiers.

  Their pursuers are following the trail for the most part, though some have fanned out into the forest alongside the trail. “We’re not going to get all of them,” Jiron says.

  “Perhaps,” James agrees, “but hopefully we’ve planned well enough for that.”

  They watch as the soldiers begin to enter the wilted area as they race to reach James and Jiron. When the men in the front nears the end of the wilted area James shouts, “Walls!”

  Six foot high walls of force spring up around the men in the wilted area, boxing them in. The men in front run full force into the forward wall of force, coming to an abrupt halt as if they’d run into a brick wall. The men are confused at first and then panic sets in. James can see the officer who locked them up near the back of the men trapped within the invisible walls. He’s trying to keep his men under control but the fear of being entrapped by invisible walls overrides whatever discipline he’s trying to establish.

  Jiron watches the men trapped inside, hitting on the invisible walls with their hands and weapons in an attempt to break free. He can hear their screams of terror.

  “Shut!” James shouts and the walls slam together, pulping the men inside, abruptly silencing their cries. He can hear Jiron next to him exclaim, “Good god!”

  “We haven’t gotten all of them,” James says, indicating over a dozen men, standing stunned over the fate of their comrades on the trail.

  James takes out another stone and begins to head back down the trail toward the soldiers, Jiron beside him.

  When the remaining soldiers see them coming forward, the men lose heart and turn to flee back down the mountain. Letting fly his stone, James takes out another one. Again and again, he lets fly with stones, striking one after another.

  When the remaining men reach a certain tree with a cloth that he tied to it earlier, he says, “Fire!”

  Fire erupts from the ground in a circle over a hundred feet across. The fleeing men scream as it burns and consumes them. The trees in the area burst into flame as the dry leaves and needles crackle as they catch fire. The wind coming up the mountain begins to blow sparks from tree to tree, spreading the fire rapidly.

  “Crap!” James exclaims, as he sees the fire beginning to burn out of control.

  “What?” Jiron asks.

  “The fire!” he says, pointing to the blaze. “The wind is going to push it this way! We’ve got to get out of here!”

  As they turn to race up the mountain, Jiron asks, “Do you think we got everyone?”

  “I think so,” James says, “no way to be sure now. At least the fire will hide the evidence of what we did here.” Smoke is beginning to thicken as more and more of the forest becomes ablaze.

  “Let’s get the others and find a way around the fire!” James yells.

  They hurry up the mountain and before they reach the camp, they see Tinok and the girls coming down to meet them.

  “What’s happening?” Tinok says, as he gazes down the now thickening smoke.

  “James set the forest afire,” Jiron tells him.

  “What?” Tinok exclaims. “Why did you do that?”

  “Didn’t mean to,” admits James, “it just sort of happened. Anyway, we have to get out of here before we’re cooked alive.”

  James heads them southeast since the wind is blowing from the east. Running as fast as the forest will allow, they move laterally along the mountainside, trying desperately to gain the far side of the fire before it cuts them off.

  Smoke is thick and he can hear the others begin to cough as the smoke in the air thickens. In her haste, Cassie snags an exposed root with her foot and stumbles, falling to the ground. Her screams bring the others to a halt as she rolls down the mountainside, closer to the approaching fire. She comes to a stop amidst a tangle of undergrowth and fallen branches.

  “Help me!” she cries out when she realizes she’s stuck within the tangled mess and the fire is quickly approaching her.

  Tinok bolts down the mountainside after her and quickly reaches her side. “I’m here,” he assures her as he begins pulling back the brush which has her trapped.
The fire is burning closer and a tree no more than ten feet away suddenly bursts into flame.

  “Hurry!” she urges, her eyes on the tree being engulfed by the fire. At last he manages to free her and helps her to her feet. He has her lean on him as they make it back up to where the others are waiting for them. Behind them, more trees burst into flame as the wind spreads the fire rapidly.

  Looking at the treetops, James notices how the fire hopping from one tree to the next, reminiscent of a documentary of the Yellowstone fire he saw years earlier. As Tinok and Cassie join them, they once more begin moving as fast as possible away from the quickly approaching inferno.

  Suddenly, they break from the confines of the forest and stumble upon a small road running due east. Ruts line the road, showing that wagons have moved through here. Turning onto it, they’re able to make better time.

  The fire behind them is gaining rapidly, they begin to feel the heat of the raging inferno drawing ever closer. James looks up again and sees that the treetops above them are already beginning to catch. There’s no way we’re going to outrun this!

  Continuing on as best they can with the smoke thickening rapidly, their lungs burn from the heated smoke they’re breathing. Cassie falls to her knees, coughing, overcome by the smoke and unable to continue. In desperation, Tinok picks her up and carries her onward. James looks in dread as the trees along the road ahead of them begin to catch fire, the wind pushing the blaze ever forward.

  “We’re not going to make it!” Delia cries out to him over the roar of the fire.

  The forest before them suddenly opens up to a wide canyon, five hundred feet across. A rope suspension bridge, barely wide enough to accommodate a wagon, spans it.

  Thank goodness! James thinks to himself when it comes into view. Just then, a branch being consumed by flame falls upon the bridge, twenty feet from the edge. James stares in disbelief as the fire which is consuming the branch begins licking the ropes holding the bridge in place.

  “Move!” he yells, allowing Jiron and Delia to cross first and then Tinok with Cassie right behind. Once everyone is on and crossing to the other side, he steps upon the bridge and begins to cross.