“I’d rather stay with you two than go it alone. I’ll help you look for your family if you help me search for my brother,” Max said, agreeing with their plan and Anders nodded.
“Anders, you lead the way since you know it better than we do,” Red said speaking with the authority of an army commander.
“Right then,” Anders said, and quickly gathered his courage before leading them into the chaos of Grandwood.
The three unlikely comrades struck out into the city sticking mostly to side streets to avoid the soldiers flooding all of the main roads. Anders led them through the shadows, staying close to walls and hiding in doorways of back alley shops as they progressed deeper into the heart of the city. They were roughly two-thirds of the way across town when they next encountered soldiers.
Anders could hear the footsteps as they came running down the side street where the three of them stood, trapped with nowhere to hide. The soldiers rounded the corner and, upon seeing the three of them, charged. Not knowing exactly what to do, Anders stood his ground and braced himself for the fight. He felt a rush of air swish by his side as Red sprinted past him headlong at the advancing soldiers. Anders and Max followed suit. Swords clashed; steel banging against steel echoed through the narrow alley. The three of them were locked in a heated fight to the death.
Anders swiftly dispatched two of the soldiers by delivering lethal strikes with his short-sword. Max took on another soldier while Red rampaged wildly with his axe, killing three of the four remaining soldiers. The last of the soldiers turned and tried to run, but Anders was quick to react. Drawing his knife, he took aim and threw it. Hitting his target, the blade sank deep into the back of the fleeing soldier, who fell motionless in the alley.
The fight was over almost as quickly as it started. Together they continued sneaking through the alleys to get across Grandwood. They had several more encounters with smaller groups of soldiers. With each fight they gained confidence they would make it to their destination.
Finally, they reached the north end of the city. Here they found more people armed and defending themselves from the enemy soldiers. With each group of friendlies they encountered, Anders asked if anyone had seen his uncle or two cousins while Red inquired about his clan’s location and Max called out for his brother. Within several minutes of searching, Red learned his people were gathering near their ships.
“The Island warriors are planning to launch a counterattack,” one of the townspeople said to them.
After hearing this news, Red wished them luck and left Max and Anders to continue searching on their own. Anders saw someone he recognized from living in Grandwood and asked if he’d seen his family recently.
“I saw your uncle not far from here,” the young man said. “He was climbing up to a rooftop on one of the taller buildings down the street.” The boy pointed them in the direction he’d last seen Theodor and they began looking for him on the tops of buildings. It didn’t take long before they spotted Theodor’s distinctive silver hair sticking up from atop a roof as he fired arrow after arrow at the soldiers below.
They rushed to the base of the building. Anders entered, followed quickly by his companion. Through the doorway, they found a spiral staircase leading to the rooftop. Theodor crouched behind a cistern of water. He had his bow in hand and a pile of arrows at his side. Theodor was surprised to see Anders as he moved across the rooftop quickly, trying to avoid being seen by the enemies below. When he reached his uncle, Anders threw his arms around Theodor in a tight embrace, glad to see him alive and well.
Theodor, relieved to see Anders as well, said, “I am so glad to see you! I feared the worst after the attack began. During the chaos, Thomas and Kirsten got separated from me for a while. I found them again fleeing across the city.”
“Are they okay?” Anders asked, concerned for their safety.
“That was the last I saw of them. It wasn’t safe to stay here so I told them to go back to the house, gather up some supplies, and hide in the woods until I returned,” Theodor said.
Relieved to know that his family was okay, Anders brought his uncle up to speed on what had happened to him following the start of the mountain race. After briefly summing up his experience, Anders introduced Max. Shaking his hand, Theodor warmly thanked him for helping to keep Anders alive. When Theodor let go of Max’s hand, the three of them simultaneously ducked and covered their heads in response to a loud explosion. After realizing they were unharmed, Anders uncovered his head to see that a cannonball had destroyed the building across the street. They looked over the roof’s edge of to see the extent of the damage. Enemy soldiers emerged from the plume of dust that clouded the street below.
“Time to go,” Theodor said sharply.
Anders led their retreat across the roof and back to the staircase that wound down to the ground level. Theodor strung his bow and released several well-aimed shots at the emerging soldiers in the street. In his final moments before turning to follow Max and Anders, he nocked another arrow while searching for his last target.
What he witnessed in that moment was a terrible sight that shook him to his core. From amidst the rubble in the street below, an enormous figure with grotesque features emerged. The beastly creature was covered in thick hair, dark as night, and sat atop a gigantic hound with red eyes and long sharp fangs dripping with crimson blood.
“Thargon,” Theodor muttered under his breath.
He took aim, hoping to catch the beast off guard and let loose a shot. Just as the arrow was about to hit its mark, it came to a complete stop in mid-air and fell to the ground. Theodor didn’t wait to see what the beast did next. He ran to join his nephew, only allowing Thargon to see the back of his head before disappearing into the building.
“Run!” Theodor exclaimed frantically as he flew down the stairs. They fled into the streets without hesitation and ran to the edge of town where they found several horses still tied to a hitching post. Together the three of them galloped up the road to their house in hopes of escaping the madness occurring in Grandwood.
When they arrived at the farm, Anders burst through the door shouting for Thomas and Kirsten. They were not in the house. Shortly after Theodor and Max joined him, Kirsten and Thomas came running from the forest behind the house.
“Anders! Father!” they exclaimed as they came in through the back door. They ran over and hugged them tightly.
“I thought I might never see you again,” Kirsten said as she wiped tears of joy and relief from her cheeks.
“It’ll take a lot more than a few angry soldiers to keep me from getting back to you,” Anders replied.
“We were so worried about you and father,” Kirsten said attempting to hold back her tears.
“Who is this?” Thomas asked, pointing to Anders’ slender friend who stood in the doorway.
Anders introduced the two to Max and explained briefly the events that had occurred after the attack had begun. When he was finished, Theodor urged them to all go and take shelter in the woods near their house. He was worried the enemy would soon be at their doorstep.
“Stay hidden in the trees and don’t come out for any reason,” Theodor told them sternly.
“Aren’t you coming with us?” Anders asked.
“Please don’t leave us again,” Kirsten pleaded with her father.
Theodor said calmly, “Go to the woods, stay hidden and wait for me to come find you. There is something I must to do before I can join you.
Anders and the others did as he asked and hid in the trees off to the side of the dirt road leading to their home. While they waited in the darkness, Anders heard the thundering footsteps of soldiers. They were coming up the dirt road toward them. He hoped Theodor had finished doing whatever it was he needed to do and was well out of the way of the approaching soldiers. Slowly and carefully, he crept to a place where he could see the road clearly. To his surprise, Anders could see Theodor standing alone in the middle of the road. The grunts and shouts of the soldiers advancing up the road grew louder.
What the hell is he doing? He’s going to be killed, Anders thought to himself.
Theodor stood unmoving in the center of the road as if he was unaware of the danger approaching.
I need to get him out of there, Anders thought and took a step toward the road. As he did so, the soldiers came around the corner. Too late; the mass of soldiers was upon them. He stopped dead in his tracks, unable to safely get his uncle out of the way.
The soldiers rounded the corner and came to a halt when they saw Theodor standing alone in the road. They seemed surprised to see the old man standing there unarmed. From amidst the group Thargon rode up on his giant hound. The beast atop his ugly steed stopped several yards from Theodor.
“You are a fool if you think you can stop me, Theodor,” the beast of a man said in a powerful tone. The beast’s thick accent was foreign to Anders; he’d never heard anything like it.
“You will not find what you’re looking for, Thargon,” Theodor said firmly.
