Hunted Sorcery (Jon Oklar Book 2) by B.T. Narro (chapter books to read to 5 year olds .txt) 📕

I dropped my sword, grabbed the shaft of the arrow holding my hand against my chest, and yanked it out with a horrible pain to my right hand. I swiped the arrow at his face as he came at me with his dagger.

He yelped as he stumbled away from me, his dteria dispersing. He held his face as he turned and glared at me, then he let down his hand and I saw the wound I had given him.

There was a deep cut near his eye. I was glad it looked like it hurt.

I had time to either flick my callring or heal myself a little. I decided on the latter as I put my right hand over my chest and focused the healing spell on both bloody wounds.

The spell lasted for just a moment before Henrik was charging me again. I still couldn’t quite make a fist with my right hand. I needed more time.

Exhaustion was getting to me as I pushed him back once more with Expel, but the heavy man’s momentum was too much. He leaned into the spell, knowing it was coming, and it barely slowed him.

But I was fast for my size. I ducked down and slipped past him, though he did grab my shirt near my left shoulder. Pain in my shoulder ripped a scream out of my throat, reminding me that he had stabbed me there.

I squirmed out of his grasp and found myself near the large desk with the unloaded crossbow. I thought about blasting the desk into him, but I remembered how it had not moved earlier. Looking down, I saw that it was nailed to the floor.

I was panting as I reached down among the assorted items on the floor and picked up a heavy book I assumed to be a ledger. Still having to use my left hand, I didn’t feel entirely comfortable as I held it up to block a knife attack at my head.

Henrik’s power took the book out of my hand. He lifted his other to make a claw. Dteria struck me at a downward angle and pushed me against the floor.

Suddenly he was on top of me with the knife hoisted up. But my legs were free and uninjured. I gave him a hard knee to his rear end. He fell on top of my face, his gargantuan torso suffocating me. I tried to push him off, but he was too heavy, so I let dvinia do it.

The force of the spell made me regret it momentarily as the energy ricocheted off him and struck my stomach, taking the last of my air out of my lungs, but it did toss him sideways off me.

I gasped for breath as I weakly got up and careened away from him. I needed a breath before I could face him again.

Then came the dagger in my back.

The force of the attack nearly sent me back to the floor. Sensing he was right behind me, I found my footing and lurched back, hard, throwing my head back as well.

There was a horrible clash, stars in my eyes. I was on the floor without remembering falling. I gingerly made my way back to my feet as I struggled for breath. Henrik was even slower getting up. In fact, he seemed to have trouble finding his footing at all as he looked dizzy, slipping and stumbling around, a gash across his forehead where the back of my head must’ve struck him.

I reached around my back and ripped out the knife through dreadful pain. Then I charged the big man. He looked up at me and tried to get his hands up, but they didn’t protect him enough.

He fell, motionless, the dagger deep in his skull.

I collapsed from exhaustion. In between breaths, I cursed the man a few times, until I eventually realized it was pointless.

There was blood everywhere, his clothes, the floor. Most of it seemed to be on me, though. I didn’t know what to heal first. I decided to go with my shoulder and right hand, but not before I flicked the callring calmly in a steady rhythm. I didn’t know if anyone was already on their way from the single flick I’d given it, but I also didn’t know if there might be other enemies coming. It was best to be safe.

The signal I sent to the king’s callring was that I wasn’t in immediate danger. I didn’t need more than a few people, and they didn’t have to rush over on horseback.

I healed my shoulder and hand, but the room started to spin as soon as I was done with the painful ordeal. I regretted not moving farther from the man’s corpse as I fell forward and put my hands out to catch myself, splashing up our mixed blood.

I cursed a few more times as I crawled away from him, keeled over, and passed out.

I awoke a short time later. I was still bleeding, still exhausted. I had to heal my back, the biggest wound left, but I barely had the strength. I’d exerted myself too hard closing the wound and repairing the damage to my shoulder and hand. I didn’t want to pass out again.

I healed the stab wound in my back, too exhausted to scream, and nearly lost consciousness when I was done. My jaw ached. I must’ve gritted my teeth together during the healing.

I had to take a long break before I could heal my chest and then finally the back of my head. I felt as though I might lie on the bloodstained floor and pass out for a while, but I could hear someone’s footsteps a little ways down the hall.

“Jon?” It was Michael’s voice.

I stumbled over to the door of the office and opened it. “In here,” I said, then leaned against the wall for support.

Michael and Reuben ran down the hall, but both stopped in shock as they came close.

“Good god, are you all right?” Michael