Epic Fantasy Adventure: The Bard's Tale: A Mysterious Journey (Sword and Sorcery Epic Fantasy Adventure Book With Elves and Magic) by Blaine Hart Read Free Book Online

under it and then chopped the last head off at the base with a mighty blow. Green blood spouted everywhere as Vygarast quickly cut every last piece of the hydra off that was above the ground. He stood there for many minutes, the gore running from his clothes and face, but he did not move until he was absolutely sure the monster would not regenerate. He has a battle rage in his veins the likes he had never felt before. He felt alive! He felt stronger.

    Vygarast was in the middle of cleaning his sword in the grass when Azy landed on his shoulder again. This time, her touch was urgent… anxious.

    We have to run Vygarast, if A Hydra is here, that means that also. . .

    Her whispering suddenly stopped, as if a tall wall separated them. The small fairy tried to speak, but she couldn’t.

    “That means what Azy? What is going on?”

    Vygarast would remember that sensation for the rest of his life; first sensing the corruption of his magic and then seeing the man jump out of the shadows from behind a tree trunk, a man walking on the other side of the river.

    His voice was hoarse, deep, and steady. “Your friend probably meant to warn you of me, my young Bard. I greet you, half-elf of the forest mountains.”

Chapter 6 : The Meddler and The Ogre
    With a swift move, Vygarast brought up his sword. The man was standing on the other side of the river, but something inside the Bard’s guts warned him that the distance was insignificant between them. He wanted to run, to get away and forget everything about saving his father. Still, his mind was set; he had to carry on.

    “Oh, you’re more daring than your fellow kind. I can sense great things coming from you, Bard, but not if you keep carrying on with this… fly on your shoulders.” Even by standing on the other side of the river, his voice was heard clearly above the gurgle of the water.

    “Leave Azore alone. Who are you? What do you want from us?” As Vygarast talked, the shadows around the cloaked man twisted around him, covering his face in the middle of the day. The only thing that Vygarast could tell from this distance was a pair of golden eyes, striking him with sneers of apathy before it disappeared into the shadows. The man was instantly almost invisible, lost in the forest somewhere.

    “Azore? Oh, you mean the fairy? Maybe you have mistaken my intentions. I was doing you a favor, protecting you from this creature.” The cloaked man walked up and down the river bank, using his hands to put emphasis on his words.

    “What are you talking about? Azore is my friend and you’re doing something to her mind, not letting her talk to me.”

    For a moment, Vygarast lost the man from his sight. “Fairies are sneaky creatures, Bard.” He had suddenly appeared behind him, pinching the fairy’s wings and lifting her in the air towards him. He continued, with Azy in his hand trying to get away. “Fairies offer you words of advice that in secret serve their own purposes. Do you think that their Queen,” he uttered the word with disgust, as if not believing in the authority of the titled person, “gave a damn about you half-elves? Or us humans? The Immortal Creatures have only one purpose, and that is to keep being immortal. Don’t forget that.”

    With his sword in hand, Vygarast tightened his grip on the hilt of his weapon, waiting for the right moment to strike. However, no matter what he did, his mind was refusing to give the order. Who is this guy? How can he manipulate the light to his own will without using instruments?

    Vygarast, without thinking too strongly over it, took a step forward and swung his sword aiming at the man’s exposed neck. What happened would haunt him for days; instead of cutting off the man’s head, his sword stopped in mid-air, like it had hit a wall made of air. The man suddenly turned, and for a moment his golden eyes had lost every sense of logic. Vygarast sensed the man’s blood lust. If it wasn’t so plain to see that the man