The Witch: Book Two of The Sorceress Saga Taliesin Govannon (best free ereader .txt) 📖

very little of my conscious mind, so the rest could wander as I made my rounds.

                I’m so impossibly stuck right now, I should be walking through the marshy side of our mysterious lake I thought. I was almost bubbling over with frustration.

                I spied several dying plants and zapped each one with a little earth energy, their leaves perking up as I breezed by.

                Here I am, a so-called ‘legendary magickal figure’, and I can’t figure out who dropped a lake on my boyfriend’s land. Nor can I find out who or what this ‘oracle’ is.

                And the less said about my sex life, the better!

                I sent a bolt of pure electricity… my latest trick… sailing at a rock and smiled as it cracked in two.

                The forest was lush and green again. April had dawned a week ago, and spring was in full swing. I was out in sweat pants and my purple dragon-skin top, the body-hugging material feeling like I wasn’t wearing anything at all.

                Unlike last week I thought with a grin.

                I had come across a large flat rock in the forest sitting in the middle of a patch of sunlight. Feeling really connected with nature, I decided to strip and enjoy the sunshine.

                Drucilla and Darla had been surprised to stumble over me in that state! I smiled. Darla was really into what she saw, though.

                Even though the attention was flattering, the thought of yet another sexy individual lusting after me added far too much stress for me to indulge in.

                I zapped another rock, but the sound of it splitting wasn’t as satisfying as it had been.

                Angelique, what the fuck do I do?!?

                “Oof!”

                I heard the grunt so clearly, I almost felt it. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. I took a break from my inner turmoil to investigate further.

                I was soon at the playground again. Two boys, rough-looking and appearing to be in their early teens, were holding a third boy down and taunting him.

                “Hey four-eyes!" one said, his hair spilling out from under a stocking cap.

                “Geek!” the other spat.

                A fourth boy, this one smaller than the others with curly hair, was nearby. “Let him go!” he shouted at the older boys.

                This shouldn’t take long I thought, and sent out my familiar call. Plain bees this time, nothing exotic.

                The bullies started to swat around their heads, and the one with the stocking cap grabbed his neck in pain. Instead of getting up and running, however, he just collapsed.

                “Billy!” the other bully yelled. He shook his friend, who wasn’t moving.

                This is wrong. I found myself running before I knew it, and soon I was standing over the kids on the ground.

                “Help me!” Billy’s friend said. “Billy got stung, and he’s really allergic!”

                I bent down to look, and he didn’t look good. I couldn’t even tell if he was breathing.

                “Does he have an epi-pen?" the smaller, curly-haired boy asked.

                “He, uh, used his to pop his sister’s birthday balloon.” he replied.

                “Hold on.”

                The boy who had been being bullied stood up and fixed his glasses. He was tall and thin, and pulled a fresh epi-pen out of his pocket.

                “Here.” the bullied boy said, and jabbed his tormentor’s thigh with the device.

                Within a couple of minutes, Billy’s color had returned to his face and he started breathing again.

                “Does anybody have a cell phone?” I asked, standing. “We should call an ambulance for him.”

                “I do.” the bullied boy said. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called for the ambulance.

                “You saved his life.” I said as he hung up. “After the way he tormented you.”

                “Eh, Billy’s an asshole,” the boy said, “but he doesn’t deserve to die.”

                “Are you going to tell on him for bullying you?” I asked.

                “No, but I am going to tell his Mom what happened to his last epi-pen.” he said, shrugging. “Should be enough for a laugh.”

                I waited there with them for the ambulance before heading home.

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                “Wow, so you’re lucky that nerd boy was so forgiving.”

                I took a hit off of my joint before I answered Jack. “Billy was the lucky one. Kid’s stupidity almost really cost him.”

                “Yeah,” Raina said, joining us, “but that kid could have died. That’s a heavy thing to be responsible for.”

                “Well, how could I have known that the kid was allergic… really allergic… to bee stings?” I said. “How common is that?”

                “Over twenty-three million people will have a severe allergic reaction to a bee sting in their lifetimes." Jack rattled off.

                “Okay captain statistics.” I said, annoyed.

                “Live on Google doing research for months on end,” Jack replied, hitting his own joint, “and you start to sound like Google.”

                “So how’s the search for the Oracle coming?” I asked, leaning back.

                “Smooth as lumpy oatmeal." Jack said, making a jerk-off motion with his hand. "Angelique is supposed to be back tonight. Hopefully, her connections can scare up some decent intel."

                “She’s been gone a lot this month.” Raina observed.

                “She’ll do that.” I quipped. “She’s a big girl.”

                “Aren’t we awfully dismissive this afternoon?” Raina said, casting a side glance my way.

                “She comes, she goes,” I said, annoyed. “So does my boyfriend. They’re eternal creatures who don’t sleep… they have to do something with the time! It doesn’t mean anything!”

                “I never said that it had to mean anything.”

                “Yeah, but you inferred it.”

                “I didn’t infer it.” Raina said, rising. “You did.”

                She left Jack and me in stunned silence.

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                Well, this is different!

                I jogged down the side of the road, Tiffany just ahead of me. The day was still crisp, but the fact that I was going jogging… jogging!… meant that I kept things basic… shorts and the dragon skin shirt alone.

                “How are