Elemental Summoner 1 by D. Levesque (best beach reads of all time TXT) 📕

want to do more than one hour, in case there are bears or whatever around here.

Good, so that worked. It seems I can say how long I want someone to sleep for. Nodding, I look around and try to decide which way I should go. I definitely want to be as far from her as possible when she wakes up. If she is that afraid of me, she might also try to kill me. I wish I had a map to help me figure this out.

I wonder if this will work like in a game world, so I say, “Map,” in English. I wait ten seconds and nothing pops up. Chuckling to myself, I think, yeah. This isn’t a game world, Alex. Don’t be an idiot. It’s a magic world, but not a game world.

Shaking my head ruefully, I stand up and say to the sleeping Elf, “Well, Leeha. It was nice meeting a beautiful Elf like you. Hell, you are the first Elf I ever met, so I can’t really compare you to others. Be safe.”

I decide to walk around the lake and head off into the woods as far as I can go. I will need to keep my spells handy, in case I need to defend myself. That firewall spell was good, but looking at the spot where I had thrown it, I see that the ground is charred, and the only reason there hadn’t been a big fire was because the ground was wet.

Let’s see what else I can do weapon wise. I lift my right hand and say, “Fire.” Then with the flame in my hand, I point it at the water and utter in English, “Fire Arrow.” Suddenly the fire in my hand changes shape, and faster than I can see, it fires off straight into the lake with a hissing sound and an explosion of water.

“Shiiiit,” I say out loud, staring at the lake. I look down at my hands and think, yep. That’s a handy weapon.

Shaking my head, I look up at the sky and say, “Thanks, God, for all the tools. Let’s hope I can survive this new world.”

I look down at the beautiful Elf one more time, and then turn around and head towards the other side of the lake and my new adventure.

This new adventure can go fucking blow its left tit. Jesus Christ, are the bugs here supposed to be this big? I killed a mosquito that I am sure was an inch long. At least the camp I set up is dry, and I have a pleasant fire going. No food over the fire though, as my stomach keeps reminding me. I would say it’s been a good six or seven hours since I left that hot Elf. I need food but I have no clue how to get it. I don’t even know what wild plants are ok to eat without killing me.

My outdoor skills are so crappy that I am sure if I found a blueberry bush, I would eat them, only to find out they weren’t blueberries. I mean fuck, blueberries come in a plastic container that crinkles! At least I figured out that my Fire spell was handy to start a fire. I just gathered wood together in a pile and said, “Fire. Finger flame,” and I had a small flame on the tip of my finger.

I sit back on the rock that I built the fire next to, as a sort of shelter from the wind coming from one direction, and I contemplate what the fuck is happening to me. I haven’t really had time to soak in the fact that I had died on Earth, and that I now have a new body that seems to be in amazing shape, as I wasn’t the least bit out of breath after all that walking I had done so far today. Not to mention that fact that I can use magic. Or should it be Magic with a capital M? Whatever. It’s fucking Magic!

And oddly enough, it seems that the trigger is the English language. Why would God do that? I mean, that would make me too powerful, wouldn’t it? But wait. I don’t remember that Elf saying any words to cast her Water blades. Do I need to say my words out loud? I hold up my hand and think. Water. Suddenly there is a globe of water in my hand.

“Jesus Fucking hell!” I blurt out in surprise

I think the same word again to get rid of it-Water-and it disappears as fast as it appeared. Wow. Concentrating, I think—Water Spear, and in my hand is a spear made of water. I see a tree across from the fire from me. Focusing on it, I think of the spear leaving my hand and going into the tree. Faster than I can imagine, the spear leaves my palm and slams into the tree.

Stunned, I just sit there and stare at it in shock. Within ten seconds, the Water Spear disappears, but I can still see the mark where it entered the tree, causing an explosion of wood chips.

“How did you do that?” says a voice from above me.

Without thinking, I throw myself across the fire and create a Water Spear, shooting it off at whoever is behind me. Too late, I see it’s the Elf who I had met earlier in the day. Suddenly in front of her is a shield that seems to be made of water. My Water Spear slams into it, making her fly backward off the rock she had been sitting on, which happens to be the same one I had been leaning against.

“Fuck!” I shout. Running around the fire and the rock, I see that she is lying on the ground on her back, dazed. I rush up to her.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t think before I shot it off. Are you all right?” I ask her worriedly.

The Elf focuses on me and tries to say