The mage coughed up some blood while pressing a hand to the ground, his dark magic covering the ground and causing both of us to fall through the ground.
A scream ripped through my lungs before I even hit the ground, the ground coming up to me fast and unexpected. The air within my lungs being thrown out at the force of the ground, my ribs aching with a burning pain that told me I broke a few ribs.
I gasped for breaths, rolling over on my back and staring up at the hole above me when another low groan resonated a few feet away from me. My head rolled over to the struggling, bent over the figure on the ground.
"You..." I hiss, slowly following suit and struggling to sit up with my arm cradling my aching ribs. It felt like my whole insides were turned into slush and there was nothing I could do. Not even time could repair an injury like this one.
The mage slowly got off the ground, his right eye bloody and his hand held onto it tightly. Blood oozed from his fingers and I could see by the frightened look on his face that he could barely see me.
Great. Is this where all my effort and time has landed me in?
This is book two of the Power series. I wanted to hit series issues like the loss of family and how hard it is for someone to lose a loved one. You don't have the read the other books in order to understand this book.
Hope you enjoy this book!!