The Jake Thomas Trilogy: Book 02 - Sword of Light (30 page)

BOOK: The Jake Thomas Trilogy: Book 02 - Sword of Light
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“This way, Jake.”  Hailyn said, heading down the corridor, Daca next to her.  Jake ran after her, catching up.  They made their way down the stone hallway.  Suddenly, Hailyn held up her hand and stopped.  She slowly moved forward, her gaze focused towards the wall.  Directly ahead was a narrow corridor, barely large enough to walk down.

“It is down here.”  Hailyn said, holding up her wrist.  Jake saw that the runes on the bracelet were lightly glowing.

Jake nodded and went down the corridor, his power lighting the way.  The corridor extended for fifty to sixty yards, then opened into a small round room.  There was a thick wooden door on the other side.  When Hailyn and Daca joined him, he looked to her.

“It is close.”  She whispered and pointed at the door, the runes on her wrist shining brighter.  “I think it is in the next room.”

Jake nodded and started towards the door, but then stopped.  Behind him, he heard the sounds of demons at the end of the corridor.  He sent a burst of power down the corridor, hearing the clash of magics as it struck a demon.

“Go ahead.”  Hailyn said as she knelt near the corridor opening.  “I will hold them here.”

“We should stay together.”  He stated.

“The demons can only approach one at a time here.”  She said.  “We don’t want to have to fight them in a group.  If this is our only way out, then it is better to hold the passage here.”  She turned back towards the corridor, Daca crouching near her.

“I will get the sword as quickly as possible.”  Jake said, deciding not to argue with her.  “I will be back; stay safe.”

He opened the door and saw a short hallway.  He moved inside, walking slowly, but deliberately.  Ahead of him, he could see a faint white light glowing.  He hurried along and came into a large room, carved directly into the dark stone of the mountain.

Across the room, lying on a stone
bench, was the sword.  Jake paused, amazed, when he saw it.  It had an otherworldly quality to it, beautifully crafted, its pommel a rich gold, the grip wrapped in a white leather, with gleaming diamonds embedded in the hilt.  The blade was long, made of a polished metal.  It was the blade that was producing the light the filled the room, glowing faintly.

His excitement overcoming his caution, Jake headed for the sword.  Before he could make it halfway across the room, a tremendous blast of demons’ fire streaked in from his left, slamming into him.  The blow knocked him off his feet, sending him sliding across the floor.  With his magic not focused, the dark power slipped past his defenses, burning into his skin.  Jake let out a cry of pain, but rolled to his feet, pulling in his power as he stood to face the demon.

This demon was unlike any other he had encountered.  It was not tall, but was heavily muscled, its arms and legs exposed by its short robe bulging, smooth and hairless.  Its face had human features on it, normal looking eyes, nose and lips, but its ears were sharp and pointed.  The dark hair on its head and its pitch-black eyes contrasted with its pale gray skin.  Its dark power pulsed as it stepped towards Jake.

“Did you think it would be unguarded, mortal?”  The demon said
, its eyes fixed on Jake.  “We are prepared for one far more powerful than you.”

Behind the pale demon, Jake saw two of the red male demons enter the room.  They began to spread out, moving to close off any avenue of retreat, though he noticed that the demon on his right, closest to the sword, shied away from it, never getting too close.  Remembering the surge of power that occurred on the island, he knew he needed to get to the sword or at least get closer if he was going to survive.

He fired a bolt of blue fire at the demon in front of him, his power forcing the demon back a step.  He tried to move as he struck, angling towards the sword, but the red demons attacked, forcing him back.  He was barely able to turn their blasts, the fire staggering him.  The pale demon struck again before he could adjust, knocking him back, its power sizzling as it clashed with his.  Jake sent a wave of fire out to his front, and then tried to sprint to the sword.  He dodged the demons’ fire and got closer to the sword.  He felt his power begin to surge, but the nearest red demon leapt forward and caught his arm.  It flung him back, sending him tumbling across the floor.  His armor protected him from serious injury, though he was shaken as he rose.

Before he could set himself, the pale demon surged forward and struck him with its fist, sending him flying back, slamming into the wall.  The impact knocked the wind from him, sending him to his hands and knees.  His armor had held, but he was dazed from the blow and could not seem to focus his power.

As he struggled to rise, he saw the pale demon advancing on him, a triumphant smile on its face.  The other demons were advancing as well.  He desperately tried to bring his magic to focus as the pale demon raised its fist, its power focused into a swirling ball of darkness.

Before the demon could release its power, twin bolts of inky black fire, their passage cracking the air, struck the two red demons from behind, sending them reeling, their flesh burning.  The pale demon spun and unleashed its fire.  There was a clash of power that shook the room, then the pale demon was struck, staggering back from the blow.

Suddenly, the three demons began to scream, their bodies shuddering.  To Jake, it seemed as if dark motes of ash were lifting off the demons and flowing towards the back of the room.  The demons writhed on the ground, their limbs flailing, as the flow of the motes increased.  The demons suddenly collapsed, as if they were balloons that were deflated.

Jake struggled back to his feet, pulling in his power.  He looked across the room and saw a figure in a dark hooded robe standing in the doorway across the room, shuddering.  “That is always a rush.”  Jake heard the figure say.

The figure started towards him.  Incongruently, a pretty girl around sixteen followed the figure into the room, but went to stand against the wall when the figure pointed.

“Hello, Jake.”  The figure said as it pushed back its hood.

Jake, startled to hear his name, was more surprised to see that it was a younger man, maybe in his late twenties.  He was slim, with a receding hairline pushing back his dark hair.  His face was plain, with dark eyebrows and a thin mustache.  He had thin lips and his cheeks were slightly pitted with scars from teenage acne.  As Jake studied him, he saw that the irises of the man’s eyes were solid black, as if they were just large pupils.

“Who are you?”  Jake asked cautiously, unsure of what to think about this man.

“My name is Bruce Talia.  You may have heard my name.”  The man replied, a friendly smile on his face.

“Bruce Talia?”  Jake questioned in disbelief.  “The kid who vanished in the Black Hole Woods?”

“Black Hole Woods?”  Bruce said, confused.  “I was in Anderson’s Grove when I was pulled here.”

“That is what they called Anderson’s Grove after you vanished.”  Jake explained.

“Fitting enough name, I guess.”  Bruce said with a laugh.  “I wonder what they call it now that you disappeared.”

Jake shook his head.  “I hadn’t given it much thought.”

“It doesn’t matter, Jake.”  Bruce said.  “We need to discuss what we should do next.”

“What do you mean?”  Jake asked carefully.

“Look, Jake, between us, we can destroy the demons.”  Bruce said, coming closer.  “Think about it.  We would be free of them, able to do as we wished.”

“I am all for destroying the demons, if we can.”  Jake replied.  “How would we do that?”

“I was thinking that we could work together as partners.”  Bruce stated, excitement on his face.  “Working together with our powers, we can overcome any demons in our path.  I even know where the demon lord resides.  If we take him out, the other demons will fall soon enough.”

“I want my friends to be able to live their lives without worrying about them.”  Jake replied.  “With the sword, I’m sure we will have enough power to defeat all of them.”  He started to go over to where the sword was laying.

“I can’t let you have the sword, Jake.”  Bruce said, suddenly frowning, moving to cut him off.

Jake stopped, confused.  “Why not?”

“I said we would be partners.”  Bruce responded.  “If you have the sword, then you may have too much power.  A partnership should be between equals, or at least, near-equals.”

“But with the sword, we can defeat the demons and maybe go home.”  Jake protested.

“Go home?”  Bruce said, distaste twisting his mouth.  “Why would we want to go back to Earth?  Think about it; we could rule here.  Once the demons were gone, there would be no one to oppose us.  We would be kings, able to do whatever we want.”

“Rule?  Kings?”  Jake repeated, dumbfounded.  “Dude, are you crazy?  I just want to go home.”

Jake started for the sword, but stopped when Bruce was suddenly surrounded by the same dark power as the demons.  He pulled in his own power, his blue aura shining brightly.

“Get out of my way.”  Jake demanded.

“Jake, don’t be stupid.”  Bruce said.  “You can’t beat me.  I don’t want to have to mess you up, but I will if you try to take the sword.”

Jake replied with a blast of power, his cobalt fire slamming into Bruce in a conflagration of opposing powers.  Bruce retreated a couple of steps, and then fired back, black fire roaring.  Jake tried to deflect the power, but it was strong, as strong as anything he faced.  He staggered back, and then attacked again.

They fought, their magics colliding and exploding in fury.  Jake could not gain any advantage while Bruce was able to keep on the attack.  After a series of attacks, Jake was knocked off his feet when a huge blast of darkness caught him a second before he could fully deflect it.  He rolled with the blow, making it back to his knees when Bruce held up a hand to halt the fighting.

“See, Jake, I told you.”  He said, his tone mocking.  “You can’t beat me and all you are going to do is tire yourself out.”

Jake frowned at that and started to rise.

“Before you do something stupid, let me ask you something.”  Bruce said.  “Why do you think we were brought here?”

“I don’t know, but it wasn’t to rule over these people.”  Jake stated.

“I have been told why.”  Bruce said.  “It is not for our ability to wield power, at least not the power we are fighting with.”

“What then?”  Jake asked, trying to buy time to think of a way to get to the sword.

“We have a special power here.”  Bruce said, his eyes suddenly bright.  “We can absorb life energies.”

Jake shook his head, but Bruce continued.  “How do you think I defeated the demons?  I took their life force from them and absorbed it.   That is why I am so powerful.  I take it and use it.”

Jake froze in shock as he listened.  He thought back at what happened when he used his life force in the woods against the demons and half-men.  Both Jonas and Tomaris thought that he had somehow taken Jonas’ life force to replace what he had used.  That unusual crawling sensation he felt on the return trip from Creatos’ fortress?  Could that have been the life forces of the people near him?  He was not sure he wanted the answer to those questions.

“You saw what I did, didn’t you?”  Bruce asked as he saw the sudden worry in Jake’s eyes.  “You could see the demons’ life force as I took it, I know it.”

Jake reluctantly nodded, recalling those dark motes that flowed away from the demons.

“There is another thing about our power that is cool.”  Bruce said, eyes focused on Jake’s face.  “If you lightly pull on someone’s life force, like this…”

Jake felt himself tense as he felt an odd sensation in his chest, like a string attached to his heart was being pulled.  He was unexpectedly aware of Bruce in a way he had not been just seconds ago.

“Now, release your magic.”  Bruce said, his voice seeming to reverberate in Jake’s mind. 
That makes perfect sense.
Jake thought, nodding, letting his power go.  “We are going to leave the sword and you will come with me.”

“When we leave, you will-” Bruce began, but leapt back cursing as the sinewy body of Daca raced past Jake, the lion launching itself into the air, claws extended.  The lion’s claws dragged against Bruce’s chest, drawing blood.  The lion landed and spun around.

As soon as Bruce had leapt back, Jake felt that sensation of the string around his heart snap back like a rubber band.  He doubled over, his head spinning and stomach clenching with nausea.  He could distinctively remember the commanding influence that Bruce had over him.  He tried to recall his magic, but his spinning head made it impossible.

Without a pause, Daca leapt at Bruce again.  Bruce threw himself back and was able to react this time, his dark fire flying from his hand and striking the lion in its hindquarter.  The lion let out a cry of pain as the dark magic burned into its flesh.  Daca landed awkwardly, its back legs injured, but still turned and leapt a final time.

Bruce brought his hands up and launched a blast of power.  His fire swept over Daca, blasting the lion back and killing it, its body tumbling to the ground, smoldering.

Bruce lightly touched his chest, grimacing at the pain.  He saw Jake trying to rise, moved over and knelt down near him.  “Let’s try that again.”  He said confidently.

Jake felt that odd sensation again and Bruce started to speak.  “You will-” That was all he said before he was blasted back by a brilliant bolt of golden-white clerics’ fire.

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