Logan Marsh: A Thrilling Fantasy Novel (Action Adventure,Mystery, Y/A Book 1) (27 page)

Loud laughter voices, accompanied with the music of flutes and drinking were heard at the victory feast in the local wine bar in Broncolina, the "Three Dimensions" bar. The local ice wine, beer, and twenty kinds of rum were poured again and again to glasses made of dry ice. Joy cheers were heard around the table. Bistons, elves, lutins, and humans celebrated their triumph over the Ashon forces.

A staggering beggar, dressed in a worn black robe and a hood walked between the tables, using his cane to support him. He stopped next to every table and reached his hand for alms. Many took copper coins from their pockets, and some gave him a small meal or a drink.

"Waiter," De-Stik voice was heard over the din, "another pitcher of wine to my hand. We drink for the soul of our departed and bearded friend."

De-Stik, red-faced and drunk raised his glass after the wine was poured. Logan and Kiril sat next to him.

"De-Stik, I think you drank too much," Logan said.

"Logan, I do not lose a friend every day of the year," De-Stik said angrily. "I lost one yesterday, and the second one is not even here."

"Maybe Krunch got into trouble," Logan said. "He is really late."

"Of course, he'll be back, this is Krunch the wizard we are talking about," De-Stik said. "It is not the first time that he lost directions during a flight."

"It has been a long time now, De-Stik, we are waiting for him since this morning," Kiril said.

"So what? I will not move an inch until the little fellow gives me a pinch," De-Stik said angrily.

"And what happens if he does not come back?" Logan asked, "We did not see him since he lunged at that bat yesterday."

"What happens if he does not come back?" De-Stik answered with lowered eyes. "I will continue to drunk until I hack," he smiled drunkenly.

The sound of a crash was heard. The shattered glass of De-Stik's glass flew all over the place and wine spilled on his pants. A great smile split his face.

"You really drank too much," Krunch's happy voice was heard and leapt on De-Stik's back.

"Krunch," Logan and Kiril called.

"You did not think I will let you celebrate her without me," Krunch said.

"Waiter," Logan called, "beers for everyone in this table. To life, to the rest of the dead, and to my saved brother."

"To life, my twin," the hooded beggar whispered to himself. "To life…"

About the Authors:

Francois De-Fontain Fantastick

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This name can be hard, so just cut it in half, Call him De-Stik, no less, no more. He is a modest traveller, skilled and true to his word, a Climber of walls and fast with his sword.

Disappears in shadows and quite adapt with picking a lock

Brings joy to the weeper and a few monsters’ shock!

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