The Jake Thomas Trilogy: Book 02 - Sword of Light (14 page)

Hailyn heard movement all around her.  She spun slowly around to see Imps appear in the doorways, cutting off any avenues of escape.

…

   Jake ground his teeth in frustration as he felt like he was getting nowhere with the scrolls.  He pushed them back angrily, unable to figure out the runes.  Maybe if the librarian came back, he could get some help.  He rubbed at his temples, trying to calm down and chase off the uncomfortable feeling that had taken hold of his body.

Caught up in his emotions, it took a moment for him to realize the sensation he was feeling.  He sprang to his feet, spinning around.  Across the room from him was an Imp with four men next to it.

“Study time is over for you, boy.”  The Imp sneered.  “Kill him!”  The demon ordered its men.

Jake called up his magic as the men drew their swords and charged at him.  He sent a wave of blue fire racing across the room as he moved away from the table, sweeping over the men and the Imp.  To his shock, while two of the men exploded into ash and the Imp was knocked back, its form smoking, the other two men ran through his magic unharmed.

Shit!
  He cursed to himself as he drew his own sword.  His sword was barely out of its sheath when the two men closed with him.  He desperately parried the low thrust on his right while throwing up his armored forearm to block the high attack on his left.  Jake cried out as he felt a ribbon of fire across his left cheek as the man’s sword grazed his face.  At the same time, his sword, sliding along his opponent’s blade, drove into the other man’s thigh and was wrenched out of his hand as the man fell, screaming.

Jake threw himself away from the other man, narrowly dodging a blow, rolling to his feet and drawing his dagger.  Before he could get set, he was struck by a blast from the Imp, knocking him off balance.  Fighting to regain his equilibrium, he launched a blazing azure bolt of power at the Imp, blasting it back into the shelves, which collapsed on top of it in a deafening clatter of collapsing wood.  He was forced to dive away again as the man closed with him, sword slashing.  He bit back a cry of pain as the man’s sword scored along his thigh as he passed.

Jake hobbled back to his feet, as the man attacked again. 
If you only have a dagger when facing a man with a sword, close and get inside his guard.
  Dominic’s instruction sounded in his mind.  Despite his injured leg, he leapt into the man’s attack.  He felt the man’s sword glance off his breastplate, sliding along his side and cutting into the inside of his left arm.  Once he was past the swordhilt, Jake desperately wrapped his left arm around the man’s right, pinning his sword arm.  The man left hand came up, smashing into Jake’s face and then pushing his head back, trying to dislodged him.  Jake brought his dagger up, slamming it into the man’s unprotected armpit.  The man roared in pain, then bright blood frothed from his mouth.  Jake yanked his dagger out and struck again.  The man shuddered, his strength suddenly gone, and collapsed.

Jake staggered back, looking for more opponents.  He looked at the other man, who was lying still on the ground, Jake’s sword next to him in a pool of blood.  Suddenly, with a loud crash, the Imp threw off the shelves covering it and stood.  Jake did not give it a chance to attack.  He focused a blast of power that tore through the Imp, reducing it to ashes before it could even cry out.

  Jake limped over to where his sword was and picked it up.  He saw that the man was dead, his eyes fixed and staring. 
Must have hit the femoral artery.
  He was moving towards the pile of ash-covered clothes of the half-men, planning to wipe the blood off his sword, when he detected movement behind him.

He spun, bringing his sword up.  The librarian was looking at the destruction with a shocked expression on his face.  He saw the anger on Jake’s face and fell to his knees.  “Please forgive me, young master!”

  “You set me up!”  Jake shouted, his anger growing.  He moved closer, bringing his sword up.  “Why should I not believe that you are with them?”

“They would have killed my family if I did not send a message.”  The man pleaded, his face pale, holding his hands up.  “I was told to alert them of any strangers who came to the Library.”

“What the hell are demons doing here?!”  Jake snapped.

“They arrived with their followers nearly two months ago.”  The man said, looking at the ground.  “They killed off the clerics and any who stood against them.  We were told that any caught trying to flee would be killed, along with their families.  We have been trapped since then.”

“Where are they?”  Jake asked, lowering his sword but watching the room for movement.

“The demons have taken over the Temple.”  The man said.

Jake felt himself go cold.  He spun around and ran as fast as his injured leg would allow.  He exited the Library, stopping at the top of the stairs and looked towards the Temple.  In the low light, he saw brilliant flashes of light exploding through the Temple windows.

“Hailyn!!!”  He shouted as he frantically ran to Dontas.

Chapter Thirteen

Trying to dodge the streaks of dark fire that flew from the demons, Hailyn pulled in as much power as she could.  Her form blazed with intense light, as she tried to defend against the demons that attacked her from all sides.  She was buffeted by the black power she could not avoid, the sanctuary reverberating with the sounds clashing magics, as she tried to deflect the demons’ fire raining down on her.  She threw herself to the side, using the benches as cover, and sent a blast of power radiating out in all directions.  She heard the sounds of the Imps being knocked back, but the female demon surged forward, passing through her power, its body encased protectively in ebon fire.

“She’s mine!”  The female demon cried and the attacks ceased from the Imps.  It sneered at Hailyn.  “You are strong, little cleric, but that strength will not help you in the end.”  The demon punctuated its sentence by leveling a massive bolt of power at Hailyn.

She blocked the attack, though it rocked her back on her heels.  She had a momentary twinge of fear; this demon was the most powerful she had ever faced.  She shook off her concern, trying to wrap herself in calm, and then concentrated her might, sending a blaze of clerics’ fire streaking at the demon.  The demon was staggered slightly, its form sizzling from the collision of power.

The demon screamed, that almost-human face twisted in hate, attacking again.  Hailyn shifted, sliding to her right, trying to avoid a direct blast while counterattacking.  The colliding magics, yellow challenging the black, stunned the very air of the Temple, the noise from opposing powers deafening.  The rapid concussions reverberated over and over in the stone hall, magnifying into an overwhelming sound.  They battled for several minutes, with neither able to gain an advantage.

The demon paused momentarily in its attack, changing positions and moving quickly, trying to get a clear angle on Hailyn.  She responded, sliding along the benches to match the demon.  In the sudden quiet, a new voice sounded.

“Are you having trouble, sister?”  A mocking voice said.  Hailyn looked near the altar, her heart sinking, seeing another female demon enter, almost identical to the one she faced, except this one had a silvery mane of hair.  “Can’t you deal with one small cleric?”

“I will finish her quickly enough, sister!”  The demon spat, glaring over at the other one.  “Afterwards, I may teach you a lesson in humility as well.”

The new demon jeered at that, the chilling sound echoing off the walls.  “You will regret the day you try.”

Screaming in anger, the demon attacked again, swinging its fists towards Hailyn, dark fire striking out.  Hailyn deflected the attack and countered.  Her attack knocked the demon back and she followed with another quick strike.  The demon screamed in rage and pain as a trickle of Hailyn’s power was able to penetrate its magical protection.  It moved again, its form smoking, and slashed with its claws at the bench next to it.  The bench shattered into large, jagged pieces.  The demon
snatched a piece up and flung it at Hailyn.  She was forced to duck, avoiding the wood as it flew past.

The demon continued to hurl pieces at her, smashing benches as it moved closer, keeping Hailyn off-balance and moving.  Hailyn could not launch an attack, doing everything she could to keep from being struck.  Despite her efforts, she was almost too late, diving away at the last moment, as a large chuck of wood whistled past her head, close enough that an edge of it tugged at her hair.

As she dove, the demon charged, closing with her.  Before Hailyn could react, its power-shrouded clawed hand came down, the demon driving past the conflicting magics, and grabbed her by her right wrist, yanking her up.  Hailyn bit back a cry as the demon’s power burned her.

As quickly as the demon’s hand closed, it sprang open.  The demon let out a scream of agony, releasing Hailyn and leaping back, its hand blistering and smoking.  Hailyn, settling her feet under her, felt a sudden rush of power and a fiery heat on her wrist, different from the demon’s touch.  The heat was present, but did not harm her; in fact, it soothed away the burns.  She looked at her wrist in amazement.  The runes on the bracelet were blazing with white light.

“The Guardian!”  The demon shrieked, clutching its ruined hand.

Hailyn did not hesitate, attacking, her magic seeking the demon.  She felt the power surge through her, her yellow fire streaked with brilliant white.  Her might smashed into the demon, tearing past its protective force, and consumed it.  It gave a final scream, exploding into ash.

“Kill her!”  The other demon shouted, attacking Hailyn.  The Imps responded, dark fire coming at her from all sides.  She attempted to balance her power for defense while still trying to launch attacks on the female demon.

Hailyn was buffeted by the onslaught, the impacts rocking her back and forth.  The female demon was moving, but the constant attacks caused Hailyn to react awkwardly, in spite of desperately trying to keep the demon in front of her.  Off balance, her reaction was too slow when the demon unexpectedly picked up a piece of the broken benches and threw it at her.

The wood slammed into her chest, stunning her, and drove her back into a bench, the impact knocking her breath away.  She fell forward onto the stone floor, landing on her hands and knees, her mind numb and her body unresponsive.  She glanced up and saw the demon sprinting towards her.  She tried to gather her power as the demon leapt into the air, claws extended to tear her apart, but knew she was already too late.

Out of nowhere, a powerful bolt of blue fire streaked past her and stuck the demon, hurling it back.  Scrambling to her feet, she glanced behind her to see Jake standing at the sanctuary entrance, shining like a cobalt star, the ash from the Imps that had been guarding the door settling at his feet.  He had his sword in his hand, but Hailyn saw that he was covered in blood, a nasty cut visible on his cheek.  The Imps began to attack him, forcing him to respond.

She turned back to the female demon, which was rising from the floor.  Hailyn attacked, the steak of yellow-white fire flaring like a piece of the sun, and her might staggered the demon, its body steaming and skin cracking.  She attacked a final time, her magic overwhelming the demon’s defenses, and it exploded into ash.

She immediately targeted the nearest Imps, her power cutting through them.  Jake, limping and gritting his teeth against the pain, moved up next to her, still attacking with his magic.  They stood together in the middle of the Temple, resolute against the demons, the radiance of their powers blending into a greenish halo of light.  Working in tandem, they brought the Light back into the Temple.  They were able to sweep away the demons’ power, quickly defeating the Imps.  As the remaining demons turned to flee, without anything being said, they immediately pursued, catching them and cutting them down.

When they reached the far side of the Temple, they stopped and Jake sheathed his sword.  As they turned to look at each other, Hailyn reached over and quickly healed Jake.  Relief spread over his face as his wounds closed.

“I was so afraid I would not reach you in time, Hailyn.”  Jake said, voice cracking slightly, as he took her hand.  He looked down at
her, concern and relief clear in his eyes.  She was surprised when he pulled her into a hug, holding her tight.  “I saw the light of your battle.  I rode as fast as Dontas could move.  I was sure that you would be killed before I could get here to help you.”

She was moved by his admission, happy that he was expressing these feelings towards her.  He held her for a few more moments, then released her, looking somewhat embarrassed by his unexpected display.

“We need to stay together from now on.”  He stated quietly, his cheeks red, looking at everything but her.

“I agree, Jake.”  Hailyn replied, face neutral, but smiling inside.

He blew out his breath.  “We need to make sure that we’ve destroyed all of the demons.  We can’t leave any behind or have any escape to report that we were here.”

“It may be best for us to clear the Temple grounds first, then move back into the city.”  Hailyn suggested.

His form brightened as he drew in more power.  He looked at her, his blue eyes shining, and gently took her hand, holding it tenderly.  She gave him a smile, which he returned.  He released her hand, his smile turning grim.  “Let’s do this.”

…

When Jake finally woke up, it was late afternoon.  He looked over at Hailyn in the bed across the room, sleeping contently.  He smiled as he watched her sleep.  A thought drifted in his consciousness. 
She’s pretty even when she sleeps.
  He shook his head, grimacing.
  Don’t be a perv.

He got up quietly, trying not to disturb her, and moved to look out the window.  He saw that the city residents had gathered in the streets, the sound of their jubilation echoing throughout the city.  He was sure that they would be caught up in that when they went outside.

They had spent the rest of the night fighting and moving.  They had cleared the Temple, finding and destroying several Imps that were hiding.  Once they did that, they worked their way towards the Library.  They did not encounter any resistance as they descended the hill. 

When they reached the courtyard, they found out why.  On the far side of the courtyard were the remaining ten demons and their followers, at least two hundred men.  Jake knew that if there were non-altered men in that group, they would simply overwhelm and kill them, as their power could not harm them.  However, they could not turn back as there was no place to run to that would make much of a difference.

Looking for options, Jake saw a ladder leading to the roof of a nearby two-story stone building.  Jake pulled Hailyn over to it, getting her to climb as the demons unleashed their forces against them.   Jake sent a blast of power into the charging men, destroying the half-men in the group.  Jake provided cover for Hailyn as she quickly climbed the ladder, deflecting the demons’ fire while still sending bursts of magic into the charging men.

Once Hailyn reached the roof and began attacking the demons, Jake scrambled up the ladder.  He reached the roof just as the men reached the bottom of the ladder.  Jake sent another blast down the ladder, but nothing
happened as the first men were not half-men.  From the roof, Hailyn was sending wave after wave of clerics’ fire into the demons and crowded men, illuminating the sky as if it was in the middle of a lightning storm.  Under her fire, the half-men in the mass of fighters exploded in ash, decimating their ranks.  But at least one in five of the men were not under the demons’ influence and twenty of them quickly gathered at the base of the ladder.  Jake drew his sword as he continued to attack the half-men, ready to strike down any who reached the roof. 
This is like the freaking Alamo
.  He thought bitterly.

Watching the men begin to ascend the ladder, Jake knew that he had to keep them off the roof or that would be the end.  Trusting Hailyn to deal with the demons, he stood at the top of the ladder, his sword ready.  He was relieved that the men did not seem to have bows, so he did not have to trust in his armor to give him protection.  He waited, gripping his sword tightly, and unleashing his magic into the crowd of men, hoping that more of them were half-men as they drew close.

As the first man neared the top of the ladder, Jake brought his sword back over his shoulder and struck.  The man fell, screaming, knocking off the other men on the ladder in his descent.  Before they could start back up the ladder, the air was suddenly filled with the sound of horns.  From behind the demons’ force, the local soldiers appeared, pikes and swords at the ready, charging into the fight.  The demons tried to turn their forces to engage this new threat.  Several soldiers were killed as the forces collided, burned by the demons’ fire, before Hailyn directed her power at the demons.  The men below the ladder tried to resist, then flee, as the soldiers swarmed over them.

Freed from having to defend against the men, Jake joined Hailyn in attacking the demons.  With both of them concentrating their power, they were able to rapidly destroy them.  Once the demons were gone, they laid waste to the remaining half-men while the soldiers fought with the other demon followers.

More quickly than Jake would have thought, the battle was done.  He and Hailyn climbed down, greeted with cheers from the assembled soldiers.  The captain who had been at the gate came up and formally saluted them.  While Hailyn moved to heal the wounded soldiers, he spoke to Jake.

“When we saw the flashes of light from the Temple, we knew that something important was happening.  Yet we were afraid to do anything.”  He looked down, embarrassed.  “Please understand.  We have been living in fear since the demons took control.”  He paused for a moment, and then continued.  “It was when we saw the demons’ followers gathering and moving towards the courtyard, something they had never done before, that we knew we had to act.  With all of them together in one place, we decided it was our only chance to possibly rid ourselves of them.  If we failed, at least we would die fighting like soldiers, not cowering in fright.”

When Hailyn finished healing the wounded, she and Jake accompanied the soldiers as they systematically swept the city to make sure it was clear.  The people appeared stunned as they opened their doors and saw Jake and Hailyn shining brightly in the midst of the soldiers.  Many of the local men grabbed whatever weapon they could find and joined the soldiers.

It was slightly before dawn before it was decided that all of the demons and their followers were destroyed.  With both of them weary from the continuous use of magic, they were given the best room at the Smiling Lady Inn to rest.  Captain Janue, the leader of the soldiers, assured them that they would be undisturbed.