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  Elemental Summoner 2

  D. Levesque

  Contents

  Info

  Map

  Review

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  About the Author

  Where to find me

  End

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  Elemental Summoner 2

  By D. Levesque

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  Chapter One

  The night sounds are something I’m still not used to. I used to live in the city, so I was used to cars, horns blaring, screeching tires; not the hooting of owls or the howling of wolves. Or the burrowing of little things in the forest.

  “What’s wrong, Alex?” says a quiet voice from down around my chest.

  “Sorry, Leeha, I couldn’t sleep. I guess I’m still getting used to living in a different world,” I whisper in the dark.

  For the last couple of days we have been seeing signs that others are around, so we’ve been sleeping without a fire. The nights are cooler, but with the three of us huddled together we have been keeping warm. Bridget has been making her body warmer for me to lay against. Leeha is an Elf, and she says they are used to sleeping outdoors and I am the weak one, but she said it with a smile, so I know she’s only teasing.

  “We aren’t far from the Lake of Ruins,” Leeha says. “I’m truly worried about what we will find there,” she continues with some unease.

  “Alex will figure things out,” Bridget says, her voice also coming from on my chest.

  I used to rarely sleep on my back, but I’ve taught myself get used to it fast. It’s been worth it, with Bridget sleeping on one side of me, keeping me warm with her body, and Leeha sleeping on the other side, also keeping me warm; both of them laying with their heads on my chest.

  “I am concerned about this Portal thing,” I tell them. “It sounds like the thing that brought me here, or that my God threw me through, so I’m not sure what’s going on.”

  “You think he might be involved?” Leeha asks me, lifting her head and looking at me in the dark. I know she can see me, despite the lack of light.

  “I wish I knew,” I answer with a sigh. “I know he said he was giving me powers to protect myself, but I am not sure how this would be protecting me. I am in more danger right now than I would have been if I stayed in my world. This Portal, for example, at the Lake of Ruins. The quest I was given was to stop a horde invasion from Hell! I mean, God told me that Hell was overpopulated, so what’s the point of this? Is he looking to have worlds taken over this way? As a way to ease the pressure?”

  “You think he would do that?” Leeha asks me.

  “I’m not sure. Maybe?” I say in frustration.

  “We shall figure it out, Alex,” Bridget says, rubbing her hand on my chest.

  I need to figure out this Magic stuff as well. I know I can use it either by saying it or thinking about it. But I keep saying it out loud and it’s a habit I need to break. I can think faster than I can speak. I was talking to the girls about it, and they said they could help me. When I asked how, Leeha suggested they could slap me each time I say a spell out loud. Thank God she was smiling when she said it, or I would have thought she was serious. In the end, I made a deal with them. Every time I say a spell out loud, I need to stop and do 30 pushups. I had to explain to them what that was, but once I did, Leeha readily agreed. In the last two days, I’ve only had to stop nine times.

  “We should get up. The sun will rise in about 20 minutes or so,” Leeha says, snuggling deeper into me.

  “You don’t look like you’re getting up,” I tell her with a chuckle.

  “Hush, you’re warm. That is why I am not getting up,” she says with her face buried in my chest.

  “That’s only thanks to Bridget,” I tell her with a laugh.

  “I like being the hot one,” Bridget says.

  “Oh, and trust me, you are hot,” I tell her with a grin. “But you’re right. We should be getting up. We need to find food. Unless some Macoa comes out of the bush suddenly.” I look up at the treetops with hope, but after 20 seconds of all three of us looking, there’s no sign of that damn yummy bird. Sighing, I say, “Guess not.”

  “We can’t cook it anyhow,” Leeha says, getting off of me and brushing herself off. “We are too close to the Lake of Ruins. We will need to begin traveling quieter. The good thing is, you have taken to the lessons I am teaching you. I would say you are quieter than most humans now,” she tells me with a proud smile, like a teacher would give to a student.

  “I have to say the same about your English,” I tell her with the same smile.

  It’s true. Leeha’s English has been getting much better. She has finally broken out of her I fucking hate this language stage and has upgraded to this language is dumb. It’s a start, I think with a chuckle.

  “So, I know you said that this Demon Horde thing that happened before on Boromour was over 100,000 years ago, but are you sure you can’t tell me much about it?” I ask Leeha.

  “Not really,” she says with a disappointed sigh, upset at not having much info. “All we know is that it happened once, and it almost wiped out all the races except the except those that are left on Boromour.”

  “What happened? How did it end? I assume it ended well since you are all still here.”

  Nodding, she says, “Yes, but some races were completely wiped out. And we didn’t cause the demise of the Demons. History says they just suddenly stopped during the last battle, turned around, and left through the Portal again. Though I was not aware before that the Portal to Hell was at the Lake of Ruins.”

  Hmm, I wonder if this is like a timed event in a game? Maybe the Horde invasion hit a timer and it was done? What do I know? This is not my world. I have tried to call God multiple times to ask him what the Hell, literally, is going on, but no response. I guess I am on my own now.

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bsp; Suddenly, we hear the snap of a branch, and we all stop where we are and crouch down. We are inside a small bush that had enough space inside of it for us to lie down in, and still stay out of the elements in case it rained. I look at Bridget and without speaking out loud, I tell her through our connection, “Scout and tell me what you see, but stay hidden,” and she vanishes.

  Leeha walks over to me. “It might be trouble,” she whispers in my ear.

  I nod to let her know I agree. Then, Bridget says, “Two men. Both have swords. No robes. So no Mages.”

  I whisper in Leeha’s ear and let her know what Bridget had just informed me. She nods.

  Then, I hear a voice just outside of our hiding place. “I am sure the tracks lead to here, but they just disappear,” says a deep voice.

  “And you’re sure the tracks weren’t an animal’s, Trag?” says another voice, but this one is high pitched.

  “Pretty sure, Lar,” the voice of this Trag person says, but now he sounds uncertain. “But the boss wants us to scout anything we find odd, and this would qualify, right?”

  Lar sighs in irritation. “Yeah. Fuck, I hate doing night patrol. I want my bed and a warm fire.”

  “As if we will get that,” Trag replies with a snort. “We don’t warrant a cabin. It’s sleeping on the ground in the forest for us again. But Largo said that if we find something worthwhile, he will let us sleep in one of the lodges for a night.”

  “Largo is a liar. He only thinks of himself. He wants to impress Brakan. I can’t blame him. He’s a pretty powerful Fire Mage. Did you see what he did to that last guy?” Lar says.

  “Shit. Yeah. Burned the poor fucker to a crisp, from the inside out,” Trag says in disgust.

  “Well, I hope that there is something out here,” Lar says. “I would love to sleep under a roof tonight, maybe Largo will change his mind.”

  I point Leeha to the left and she nods. Suddenly she’s gone, quiet as a mouse. I don’t move because honestly, I am not silent enough to move without being detected yet.

  “Bridget, I need a distraction. Can you cause a small fireball to hit a tree behind them? I want them to turn around.” I think Fire, for her to use the power. While she can use the Elements independently, we have found she has more control, and it’s more potent, if I use the keyword.

  “On it,” she says. Seconds later, I hear a loud cracking sound.

  “What’s that!” the voice of Lar shouts.

  “It came from over there. Look, there’s smoke coming off that tree!” Trag says. “Careful, maybe one of those monsters who can use Magic is around!”

  While they’re distracted, I slowly make my way out of the bush, staying low to the ground while I move. Once I am most of the way through the bush, I spot the two men. They are both facing the tree that Bridget had hit with her Fireball spell away from me.

  Wind. Wind Arrow, I think in English, and next to me appears an arrow that I can barely see, but I know is solid, even though it’s made of air. I shoot the arrow and hit the man on the right directly in the back of his head, the Wind Arrow punching through and blood exploding outward, his body hitting the ground, dead, seconds later.

  Wind Arrow Spell used. 10 points of power used.

  The man next to him, who, judging by his voice is Trag, shouts, “What the Hell!” and jumps away, just as a Fire Arrow flies through the space he had just been standing in.

  Trag turns quickly in the direction the Fire Arrow had come from and sees Leeha, who is now standing about ten feet behind him. Shit, I didn’t even see her move, myself!

  Instead of getting angry about a friend dying, he grins. “Oh, looky here. We have a fucking Elf bitch. Man, Brakan will be happy with me tonight for bringing him a Magic-user,” he says, bringing his sword up.

  “How do you figure you’ll do that, human?” Leeha asks him with her own grin.

  “Easy, it’s just you and me, and you Elf Mages suck. I only need to avoid your magical arrow,” Trag says with a chuckle.

  “Oh no, so you just need to avoid my one magical arrow, do you?” she says in mock panic, her hands on her cheeks.

  “That’s right,” he says, swinging his sword around as if getting ready to attack, but there is confusion on his face at how Leeha is acting towards him.

  “Can you tell me how far we will have to walk to get to this Brakan when you take me?” Leeha asks him in a sweet voice.

  “What?” Trag asks, now sounding really confused.

  “Gods, you are dense. Let me ask so you can understand. How. Far. Are. We. From. The. Lake. Of. Ruins,” Leeha says, saying each word slowly and loudly as if she is speaking to an idiot.

  “Why you!” Trag yells, bringing his sword up, but he stops suddenly when he sees there is not just one, but four Water Arrows on either side of her.

  Leeha grins at him maliciously. “Now will you answer me?”

  “I need only to stop your Water Arrows,” he says with a sneer. “I can knock those out of the air easily enough.”

  Deciding that’s my cue, I stand up from the bush, making enough noise so that he hears me, and I think Fire, Fire Arrow, repeating that six times until I have the maximum I can call up, which is thirty-six arrows.

  You have used the spell Fire Arrow. You have used 10 points of power.

  You have used the spell Fire Arrow. You have used 10 points of power.

  You have used the spell Fire Arrow. You have used 10 points of power.

  You have used the spell Fire Arrow. You have used 10 points of power.

  You have used the spell Fire Arrow. You have used 10 points of power.

  You have used the spell Fire Arrow. You have used 10 points of power.

  “Think you can knock mine out?” I ask him with a grin of my own.

  Trag looks at all the Fire Arrows aimed at him with a look of calculation. After a minute, he must decide the odds are not in his favor, as he throws his sword down and lifts his hands into the air.

  “Smart move,” I tell him. “Now, we are about to have a little chat, you and I. Bridget, get rid of that body, please?” I say without looking for her. Earth, I think in English, for her to use that power.

  “Got it!” she says. Hearing a noise, Trag looks down and sees the earth move and suck his friend into the ground, and within seconds there is no sign that someone named Lar was even there.

  Trag looks up at me, and the look of confidence he was wearing earlier has now turned to one of fear.

  “Who are you?” he whispers.

  Chapter Two

  “Doesn’t really matter now, does it? Just answer her question,” I tell him.

  Trag looks at me incredulously. “You want me to answer an Elf?” he says.

  Seconds later he is screaming in pain, as I had just shot one of the Fire Arrows into his left upper leg. Right in the meaty part too, where I know it truly hurts. With a thought, I cancel that Fire Arrow, and it disappears. Trag is left holding his leg, whimpering in pain.

  I look at Leeha and ask her, “Are they all like this towards Elves?”

  “Not just Elves. Any race that isn’t human,” Leeha says with a shrug.

  Man, I really do have my work cut out for me if I want to change the ideology of these people. I mean, even in my world, slavery and racist views took ages to change, and it wasn’t an overnight thing.

  Sighing, I walk over to Trag, who is down on the ground, moaning in pain. At least since I used a Fire Arrow, it cauterized the wound so he doesn’t bleed out. I remove his hands from his wound and place my hand there instead, and I say to Bridget, “Heal, please.” Trag looks up at me in fear.

  “Are you sure? Your third Chakra might open,” she says worriedly.

  “Yes. I am not that close to it yet,” I tell her. “And this is a small heal. Just take the pain away, leave the scars there as a reminder. And don’t worry, I know that I will have that side effect after,” I say with a smile in my voice. I definitely don’t mind the side effect of needing to have sex with her to avoid pa
in later. It just means I now have a week before I need to take care of that.

  My hand on Trag’s leg begins to throw off a green light, almost the color of emeralds. Then the light stops and Trag looks at me in amazement.

  “Just who are you? Are you a God?” he whispers.

  “God?” I say to him, standing up. “Not even close. Now, are you going to answer this young lady’s question, or am I going to put another one of these Fire Arrows in some other body part?” I ask him, waving to the arrows still floating on either side of me.

  Trag looks at them quickly, swallows, and then turns to Leeha, blurting out, “A full day’s hard walk.”

  “How many are out on patrol?” Leeha asks him.

  “There are only four groups of two each, as it’s getting harder and harder to get men and keep this a secret. It doesn’t help that Brakan keeps killing men like they are easily replaceable,” Trag says with a sneer of disdain.

  “No love lost between you and him? But you are still following his orders?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

  “That man loves nothing but power. And he pays in gold. Lots of it. This black Portal thing is his way of gaining more power.”

  “Yes, well,” I say with a grimace. “Something tells me that what Brakan is bringing out of that Portal isn’t going to help him.”

  “What do you mean?” Trag asks slowly.