Hunted Sorcery (Jon Oklar Book 2) by B.T. Narro (best book series to read txt) 📗

dvinia, but he was about to take himself off his feet anyway. My effort wouldn’t do anything.

I had to try something else. It was watching Pearson grab Kataleya’s wall of water away from her that gave me the idea.

Rather than try to grab with my dvinia, I used only the three octaves of G with as much strength as I could muster. It was the spell I’d used to grab Leon’s boot. There was no strength to the energy, not enough to hold a physical object, but I could only hope that my mana worked differently with spells than with objects.

I grabbed Cason’s dteria and pulled down with the entire weight of my mind just as he was taking off.

Unbearable pain tore through my skull. It felt like I’d just put my whole body into lifting something that wasn’t supposed to move, but all the pressure had been on my mind.

A splitting headache like none I’d experienced before sent stars flashing in my vision as I collapsed.

Blearily, I made out Cason rising into the air for just a few yards before coming back down as he flailed in shock.

Michael was first on Cason’s back, driving a sword deep into the enemy sorcerer. Reuben was right there after, piercing the back of Cason’s leg with another sword. My friends must’ve picked up the weapons from many of the fallen around us.

I wanted to help them, but I couldn’t take my hands off my head. I had to heal myself, the pain too much, but I couldn’t focus.

It took what felt to be a long while before I finally managed to get a grip on the three octaves of F and began to heal. The pain had taken a lot out of me, though, or perhaps it was just the act of grabbing Cason’s powerful energy with all my strength.

Kataleya crouched near me, her hand on my back. “Jon, can I help you somehow?”

I shook my head, my breaths too heavy for me to think, let alone answer her.

“Don’t kill him!” yelled the king as he darted toward us. “He is to remain alive!”

There were three swords in Cason now, with Michael and Reuben sitting on top of him and Remi standing nearby, ready to burn Cason should he move.

“Jon, we need him healed enough so he doesn’t die,” the king ordered.

I nodded and lifted my hand for Kataleya to help me up. Aliana came to assist, both of them pulling me to my feet.

I trudged over to Cason and nearly collapsed in exhaustion near his head.

He practically growled at me with his ugly mug. Remi crouched down near us and held a dagger against his throat.

“If you try anything, I will kill you,” she threatened.

But his eyes were already starting to roll back in his head, the muscles in his neck relaxing.

“Get off him,” the king ordered.

Michael and Reuben moved aside, leaving a bloody Cason lying motionless in the road.

“Hurry Jon,” the king said, then told the others, “Take out those swords, now!”

I didn’t want to heal this man. Cason was a danger so long as he drew breath. I thought about pretending I couldn’t, that it was too late already, but that was my anger speaking. The king was right. We needed him alive so we could find Pearson. I didn’t want to think what might happen to this kingdom if we didn’t recover that gold.

I put everything I had into closing and healing up his sword wounds, knowing that I didn’t have enough stamina to fully heal him anyway.

I went until I felt like I couldn’t get enough air. I knew the feeling well by now. I would pass out any second.

“Stop, Jon,” Michael said as he grabbed my shoulder. “We need you to heal Leon.”

I let the spell come to an end. I was too exhausted to feel anything, though I knew I should be afraid for Leon, especially considering that I didn’t think I could heal anyone else without a long rest.

“He’s bleeding out as we speak,” Michael told the king as I fell to the dirt and let my eyes close.

“Is Cason going to live, Jon?”

I couldn’t speak, my consciousness fading.

“We need Jon for Leon,” Michael said.

“Cason needs to live no matter what,” the king retorted.

“He’ll live,” I wheezed out. I wasn’t even sure it was true. I had healed Cason greatly, but his body was still very damaged.

“Then get Jon to Leon,” the king said.

Michael and Reuben hoisted me up.

“We’ll get him there if we have to carry him the whole way,” Reuben said.

They picked me up, one on either side of me, and soon I was being whisked away.

“Good god you’re heavy,” Michael groaned. “You’d better be able to run soon.”

What the hell just happened? was all I could think as I struggled for breath.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

It was past suppertime when I was finally done healing everyone. I could barely stand by then.

Leon had been stabbed in the leg during the arrest of Luther. Leon and many of Byron’s guards were unable to rush to the castle when the king sent a distress signal through the callring. Apparently, the sellswords employed by Luther had made the arrest quite difficult, and Leon had grown impatient, sparking an armed conflict outside Luther’s mansion.

I had spent the last few hours in the courtyard, healing. I had listened to my friends speak about what had happened with Luther, as Eden and Jennava described what had occurred here. I hadn’t seen Jennava during the chaos, but there were a lot of people I hadn’t seen.

While I was healing those who needed it most, the uninjured organized those who needed healing immediately and instructed me who to heal next. It made my work easier.

Leon assisted by healing those with superficial cuts, but he had lost a lot of blood. He couldn’t do too much before he retired to his quarters.

The king kept everyone around until all the injured were healed, except for a large team of archers he’d sent