Chapter 3

With a stomp of hooves, what seems to be horse, looked grand. It was Frank, Yohans half master.He was engulfed by armor from head to hoove, his helmet was made from the lightest ore, grypholite, which is only used by the worthiest armys. In his hand he gripped onto a mighty blade. The blob leader shared a warning and a town of blobs appeared out of the blue: they were all colours and heights.

When the fighting had cleared, blob bodies were scattered throughout the swamp but there was no sing of Frank. Sneakily, Asclepius went back to the base camp, disturbed by what he had seen. His spine tingled with fear. He had come for us. 

By sunrise, Achilles and Asclepius had left that wreck far behind and they headed to Hazel Grove Forest. The journey took almost all day and so it was that by nightfall, they found themselves under a small bridge huddled together, seeking warmth. The water rushed down the harsh stream and every couple of seconds the water rumbled when it was blocked by a tree trunk. Achilles was uncertain that they could make it but Asclepius felt that they were going in the correct direction and that they will be there in no time. By midnight, they had reached their destination.

Outside the bridge,  the bitter wind swept the birds nests out of the trees. Inside, the air was warm and the brothers took their first wash. A screech traveled through the air. The moonlight was blocked by an unfamiliar object. Above the bridge the floor boards creaked. Through a crack in the floor, an eye glared.Achilles was scared, Asclepius tried to fight back but didn’t succeed.

Too late! Frank grinned.”Finding hope,”he sneered from behind his inconspicuous mask.”Finding trouble, it seems,” he added wagging his finger. It looked as if they were trying to find, find their one safe place.