Hunter's Call by Jonathan Yanez

Author:Jonathan Yanez [Yanez, Jonathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-12-01T07:00:00+00:00

Jack

Jack felt like he was going to throw up. His head was swimming and he had no idea where he was. He struggled to stand, but his head was hammering like a blacksmith was using his skull as an anvil. Jack reached a shaky hand to the right side of his head and it came back bloody.

As he was wondering how badly he was hurt, the events of the past few hours came back to him at once; the locomotive attack, the sandstorm, he and his father being thrown from the steam bicycle. His father!

Jack turned in every direction, searching the forest floor for his dad. His eyes found a slumped body under a mass of broken branches. Jack ran to his father’s side and gently rolled him over. His father’s chest was still moving up and down. Jack gently shook him. The bandage around Marcus’ head was still intact and no sign of blood soaked through the dressing.

He’s okay. He’s breathing. He didn’t land on his head, Jack reassured himself.

“Dad, Dad, can you hear me?”

“Okay, next time, I’m operating the machine.” Marcus’ eyes fluttered open.

Jack let out a huge sigh and slowly helped his father to his feet.

“Are you okay? Anything broken?”

“No, no, I think the old man is going to make it this time around.” Marcus looked down at himself as he dusted off the layers of sand. “You? You’re bleeding.”

“I know, it’s nothing. We have to find Sloan and Aareth and make sure our transportation is still working.”

Before Marcus could protest, there was rustling in the dark forest to their left. Jack drew his wand in one smooth motion. Marcus lifted the two parts of his staff from his back. He snapped them together in the space of a breath.

“Wow, take it easy, killers.” Aareth walked into the clearing with arms raised. “It’s just Sloan and me.”

“Glad to see you two made it.” Jack gave Aareth a sly grin. “I thought Sloan might use the sandstorm for cover, you know, finally take you out of the picture for good.”

“It was tempting.” The corner of Sloan’s mouth twitched in an awkward attempt at a smile.

“So what’s our next move, Captain?” Jack asked.

“Well, you need to stop spraying blood everywhere. Then we find the machines, make sure they’re still working, and make camp for the night. It’s too dark to travel now. Tomorrow we’ll find the road, and if I’m anywhere near right, we should be in Burrow Den in time for dinner.”

Jack’s wound was nothing more than a shallow two-inch laceration across his scalp. His father had him patched up in no time as Sloan and Aareth wheeled in both of the mage-powered machines.

The one Jack and Marcus had ridden was dented in a few spots and the front headlight was cracked, but still in running condition. Sloan and Aareth’s was in better shape; still, sand leaked from the machine out of every nook and cranny.

Camp was made in the same small clearing Jack found his father lying in and dinner was a simple meal of cheese, dried meat, and biscuits.

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