Race to the End: Legends & Heroes Issue 5

By Stone Marshall

To get to the End, Dunn must first travel to the Nether.
Dunn, a simple farmer, desperately seeks to remove the enchanted curse placed on his mother. The only remedy might be in the most dangerous place on the cube, the End.
To reach the End, Dunn must first travel the dangerous road through the Nether. Will he make it there and back? Dunn must risk his life to find a way to reverse the curse and save his mother. Will he survive?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stone Marshall
• Release date: Sep 13, 2015

Stone Marshall

STONE MARSHALL likes comics, video games, running, the Ramones, and travel. Stone reads stories with his son at bedtime. Sometimes, when they finish a book before falling asleep, Stone fills the time by creating great stories starring his son, Nabru. It is a wonderful time to share lessons about life and relationships. In turn, Nabru becomes involved in the incredible adventures, adding his thoughts and perspectives. The ideas and stories of Nabru are the seeds of the amazing books that have become this series. Connect with Stone: StoneMarshall.com/contact

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THE COOL AIR SLOWLY grows warmer as the day begins. I use the sleeve of my tunic to wipe sweat off my brow before straightening my straw hat. I look up and see my hard work laid before me: three fields plowed, two of which are sown with carrots and potatoes, ready to start growing. The ditches that run through the fields make sure all the blocks get their share of water, increasing their growth rate.

Beyond the fields is the border dividing the civilized fields from the wilderness. The Frenrir Forest stretches for leagues, but beyond that is the Henrich Kingdom. I have some memories of living there as a child, but then there was a war and my mother brought me here where it is safe.

I'm quickly drawn back to the present as a crow caws at me from its perch on the field's scarecrow. It looks at me with eyes like coal.

Hey, I didn't see you there, little bird. You startled me, I say with a light chuckle.

The creature turns its head slightly, then pecks into the scarecrow's outstretched arms and rips out straw. It looks at me, cricks its head again, and flies off, leaving me feeling somewhat uneasy. Crows have always been an omen of bad luck.

Hours before, I began turning the fields with my plow. Before me lies the last plot, just waiting to be sown with seeds. I turn and look back toward our small village. Tenby was formed only a few years ago by the refugees of the Kingdom, after the Henrich