Sparks of the Mountain
By Jordan Batt
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Isabel liked the way her life was, not looking for a change. Though life seems to have something else in mind as dark magic starts flying throughout the air. As the storm of battle rattles on, it takes a unique plan to get the village out of the witches' line of sight. All the while trying to keep the secrets of her little cabin. Suddenly responsible for more than she would have ever thought, her quiet life seems to be rocked more than the shaking ground. Damien has come to offer aid once he heard about the attack of dark witches. Only to find himself surrounded by children and tripping over his feet, waiting to get the attention of one little she-wolf that had more secrets under her skin than anyone knew. Trying to win the battle for the mountains and win over Isabel seems to be a harder task than he would have thought.
Fighting magic with magic seems to be the only option. Though Isabel has to find the courage to show her own powers and admit who she was, she couldn't hide behind the walls she built around herself. As the dark magic tries to destroy everything in its path, the wolves find themselves outnumbered as lightning bolts rain down around them. The only way out seems to be the sprits of the warriors that had once faced these powers from beyond. Though are the spirits going to answer the call? Or is the pack on its own? With spells flying throughout the air, the only hope is the anger of the spirits and the strength of the trees to hold out with assaults.
As the smoke clears, Isabel finds herself standing there, realizing everything had come to an end. Well, the celebration is going on. Isabel and Damien know saying goodbye isn't an option. He accepts her the way she is.
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Sparks of the Mountain - Jordan Batt
Sparks of the Mountain
Jordan Batt
Copyright © 2023 Jordan Batt
All rights reserved
First Edition
PAGE PUBLISHING
Conneaut Lake, PA
First originally published by Page Publishing 2023
ISBN 979-8-88960-336-8 (pbk)
ISBN 979-8-88960-348-1 (digital)
Printed in the United States of America
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
About the Author
Jordan grew up in Wisconsin where she was raised by her two parents as an only child. She was in special education for most of her schooling and lost her finger in a belt sander in sixth grade. With the love and support of her parents, she decided to follow her dreams and share her writing and imagination. She lives with her two cats, Slyvester and Carmella, and a dog, Crimson, that she spends most of her free time with. Her favorite hobbies are crocheting and playing a good game of cards.
Chapter 1
When you end up doing the same things all the time, the routine becomes comfortable. Before you even know it, you're in a slump that got there all on its own. Life just happens so naturally like the flow of the river. You wake up every morning and make a cup of coffee, take a shower, and go about your day like always. Doing chores is the highlight of your time before settling down for the night.
My life had that kind of routine, though it was still filled with daydreams and wishes. I had a nice quiet life. When I moved out of the pack house at eighteen and into my own place on the edge of the pack lands, I just wanted the peace of the lands around me. It seemed like it was a safe place to settle down and maybe someday fall in love. Though as time went on, love wasn't something I wanted to look for. I'm content with the simplicity of the way I live. I may not have the kind of life everyone seems appropriate for an alpha's daughter.
That is the bright side about being the youngest and better behaved of two daughters though. I seem to be able to slip under the radar by choice. With the way my other sister goes about being, well, herself, I'm simple and like to just curl up with a nice book with some tea. Not with some random guy who doesn't have a clue what a proper conversation is. To grab my sister's attention, all you have to do is be a Neanderthal that couldn't even rub two sticks together if he has too. Though because of this I was able to discreetly move out of the pack house. One night when a Neanderthal got caught trying to sneak into the house, I got out during the commotion without even being noticed until the next morning. It felt amazing to be away from the noise in a small cabin that was left to me. It is tucked quietly away in the woods, right at the edge of our pack's land. I was surrounded by trees with birds singing. I swear even the air here smells different than anywhere else I've ever been. It is somewhere I could work on my writing and live in peace without many distractions.
It is a nice little cabin that is surrounded by beautiful trees. My favorite spot is the front porch. I have a rocking chair out there under the roof where I can sit and watch the rain fall. It is easy to get lost in your thoughts when you are sitting out there. The peace that comes over you is something I could never give up. The trees blew in the wind, making creaking sounds. It is like the trees are talking to each other as the branches are swaying left and right in harmony. I spend most of my nights out there no matter what the weather is like, just to watch the open nature, unwinding from all the conversations and brainwork of the day.
That was where I was when I saw the first signs of trouble starting in the mountains past our land markings. The light show that started up was something that would be talked about for years to come with shock and awe. When the pack children asked where I was when history was made, this was my answer: sitting on the porch only to see colors start to light up in the clouds. The colors were not natural and brought me to my feet to look over the railing. They were flashing in frantic motion in the clouds. Reds, greens, and blue lightning bolts that looked like the bolts were attacking each other up in the clouds. It was so unnatural that I couldn't even help but just stare at the show.
This was going to be known as the night the witches of the East decided to attack. No one knew it was coming; they hadn't given us any warning. Though the only thing I could think of that could make lightning like that is witches. That wasn't the kind of magic that we practiced. Magic use of nature should be natural for the environment. There was nothing natural about the colors of those bolts of lightning or the awful screeching noise that was coming from high in the mountains. The bangs shook the trees and ground so violently that I wondered if that was what an earthquake felt like. I had never felt an earthquake before, though if it felt like that, I knew I didn't want to feel it. The ground was shaking so hard that it felt the moon goddess herself picked the earth up and was shaking some sense into it.
I moved to get a better look up into the night sky that was filled with rays of colors. The colors were flying up in all directions, and every time the light streaks hit the sky, they crackled like thunder. Reds, blues, and greens shooting up with sparks. Smoke was coming from the treetops. It was almost floating like a large black cloud and started to drift toward our lands. The trees started to move, almost blowing over and bending till the tops of some looked like they were going to touch the ground, bowing away from the mountain like they wished they could pick up their roots and run away from whatever was going on up there. The noise was frightening and something I had never heard before nor do I wish to ever hear again. It was almost indescribable, the deafening drums of an unseeable battle shaking the ground under my feet. I stood frozen in place, watching the mountains scream and cry in battle.
The mountains were thought to be untouchable. The strongest of all the packs are known to reside up there. They are believed to be the true descendants of the Old Ones, the original wolves known as the Lucan. Their main job among the packs is to be the peacekeepers of the lands, only coming down from the mountains when called into a battle if they choose to. They hold no allegiance with any packs or anyone for that matter. They are the boogeymen packs told their cubs about to make them behave or the mountain will come down to get you.
It is believed and told throughout generations that the mountains are not somewhere we want to go. It isn't land that you would want to visit. The stories that were told over so many generations killed any curiosity the mountains would give most people. A healthy fear comes over you when you would venture too far up the hills, doing groundwork or hunting. It is a feeling like you are being watched, but you never see anything when you look around. An instinct deep inside tells you to turn around and not to look back. Only the insane or demented would ignore these feelings.
This would be the night that went down in our people's history. As the night the mountains lit up, sending a wave of terror falling down to the lands below, I couldn't think of a single person who would be dumb enough to try and fight the mountains. Though as I watched, it was clear something very bad was happening high above the trees. You could feel the earth rumbling in rage.
As I watched the skies light up in anger, I could hear the howling screams. They sounded like they were coming closer. Something was very wrong, and the feeling made me move away from the safety of my cabin porch and go further and further into the woods. I didn't know what was pulling me closer to the petrifying sounds, but I couldn't stop my feet from moving. Before I knew what was happening, I shifted into my wolf on instinct and was running up the hills and cliffs on my four paws as fast as I could. I knew it wasn't smart, but I needed to get up there because something up there was drawing me with a force that was unexplainable. As I ran, boulders were flying overhead, causing me to dodge and weave through the small bushes and baby trees. The boulders were large, some probably as wide as my arms' length in human form. I refused to think about what could be strong enough to throw them through the air. The thought would probably have me turn around and hightail it out of there as if the hounds of darkness were after me, though my adrenaline was racing too hard to think clearly.
Instead I barreled forward until I heard the crying clearer. As I got closer, the crying sounds were growing stronger until I came across some pups hidden behind a large fallen tree trunk. They were two little boys; they could only be about five or six years old. One of the boys was kneeling, and he had to be just a little bit older than the one laying on the ground. I was only about a mile away from my little cabin. As I came closer, I could see the fallen tree that was on the boy's leg as he was crying in pain and fear. The other boy was trying to calm him while pulling on his leg to free it. The trunk wouldn't budge because it was pinned down between the ground and a boulder.
I shifted back into my human self once I got close enough to the boys to crouch down. It's okay, babies, it's okay. Here, let me help you.
I went up to the boulder and started to push with all my strength, relieved there was a little hill going downward behind it so gravity could help until the boulder gave way. The boulder rolled down the hill and crashed into the ground with a massive smashing sound. The trunk was large, and I didn't know where I got the strength to lift it, but I put my arms under the trunk around the boy's leg and pulled up as hard as I could. It had to be the adrenaline coursing through my veins, managing to lift it just high enough for the oldest boy to pull his friend out. And he held him as they both cried.
I turned around and scooped the injured boy up. Come on, follow me.
I turned with the hurt boy and started back down the mountain toward my cabin. Turning around only to check to see if the older boy was following, and he was right on my heels running his heart out all the way back to the cabin.
Okay, let's take a look at that leg, huh?
I ran into the bathroom to grab my first aid box and rushed back to the couch. It looked broken and had a big bloody gash carved into his shin. I knew with the sounds of the battle so close that there was nothing I could really do for him, so I did my best to wrap and set the leg. I wrapped the gash up and did my best to