Logan Marsh: A Thrilling Fantasy Novel (Action Adventure,Mystery, Y/A Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

washed his eyes; the plethora of smells elated his soul and his heart thumped excitedly when he thought of meeting his old friends.
    If truth be told, Broncolina had not seen such an extravagant morning for a dozen years. Creatures from all over the kingdom had arrived to celebrate the "adventurers' group tournament" festival.
    Amongst the myriad group of creatures, you could have easily glimpsed various spectators and competitors: Mages and priests, rangers, knights and warriors, rogues, bards, and thieves. All of them enjoyed the playing of the lutes and flutes and drank wine and beer. Little children laughed while trading little metal dolls of their favourite warriors.
    On the main stage, the dancing group of the Stephary District performed to the enjoyment and loud accolades of the crowd: The mage, Tania Nova, stood alone on the stage and amazed the crowd when she split herself into eight different images while she danced. Her curvaceous hip motions captured the crowd.
    At an adjacent stage, two lutins performed. They jumped on a trampoline, crashed into one another while airborne and fell, almost unconscious, on a hay mound, to loud laughter. After several moments, they got up and did it again.
    Merchants used loud shouts, bad rhymes and mainly foul language to praise their goods. The smell of spices arose from the food stalls. The children’s shrieks, while they charged on the candy stalls, echoed throughout the city.
    The royal abode, soaring with all its might, stood on the hill overlooking the city clock square. It also was decorated with gleaming ribbons. The kingdom's flags rippled on its towers.
    The guard started its patrol from the royal abode's gates, throughout the city's street, and then returned to the city clock square. The guard's commander, his huge black moustache covered most of his face, marched at the front line, pounding a massive drum. After him, marched a dozen knights in traditional armour and livery, some were flag-bearers and some hold their swords in the royal form. Behind them marched players that strummed, blew, and hit various instruments and contraptions. After them, at the end of the procession, a cart was drawn by mules, loaded with larkmouth flowers, which sang in unison and harmony, from bass to soprano, the kingdom's anthem:
     
    "Here between the Uruklip Mountains to the abyss,
    The night will sing on the morning bliss.
    Between whispering ocean and Asador sea
    The sun will praise the moon for all to see.
     
    We came from dirt, yet here we remain,
    Until it is time to return to it again.
    For justice we serve and uphold,
    Carrying the weapon of love for all.
     
    Nature kingdom, its name is renowned,
    Its name's truth shall be known.
    We'll guard each river and brook,
    Swearing fealty to our kings of Wonderook.
     
    We were born in nature, and here shall live free,
    Because he was here before us, and always shall be.
    For a rainbow sky and flower beds sight
    All of us shall gallantly fight.
     
    We will not be deterred by Chaos,
    We will not hesitate, join us!
    We will shout in the light against the end,
    We will obey your rules, our nature friend.
     
    Nature kingdom, its name is renowned,
    Its name's truth shall be known.
    We'll guard each river and brook,
    Swearing fealty to our kings of Wonderook."
     
    "Make way!" the commander called occasionally. "The Adventurers' Tournament mission will be announced exactly on the purple tree hour!"
    Everyone understood his meaning. Every city and village has a clock at the central square, also called a Horistus Clock, on the name of the Biston, who had invented it 6,770 years before. The clock is comprised of eleven tall cypress trees situated in a half-circle form. Each one of the cypresses has a different and unique leaf colour. The other half-circle is comprised of eleven night candles and flowers, located parallel to the cypresses, and with opposite colour spread. In the centre of the circle stands a rotating statue of the Biston