Next chapter:
Chapter 2 - Tutoring
PREVIEW
... I hit the ground with a hard thud. I rolled to the left and let the practice sword hit the ground. I was told they were supposed to be blunt. So much for that. The warm sensation running down my arm told a different story.
"Jack, keep your shield up." My dad always knew exactly what I was doing wrong by the way the wind got knocked out of me. I don't even think he was looking. Last time I looked over toward him, he was cleaning his weaponry. John, my uncle, was destroying me in combat as ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE