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

head, Leeha,” I tell her. Inside, I am freaking out. There are six different-wait. Did she say monster races too? “Remind me of the races?” I ask her excitedly.

“Very well, Alex,” she says, using my name finally. I had hoped using hers would make her comfortable enough to start using mine.

“There are you humans who are the most abundant of the race. Then there are the Elves, the Dragonis, who are a race that legend says were born from Dragons. The Felinis, or Cat People. The Rabinis, the Rabbit People. And finally, the Mer,” she says, counting off on her fingers six times.

“Mer, as in Mermaids?” I ask her in wonder.

“And Mermen,” she says, looking at me weirdly again. “But that is only the Primary Six of this world. There are also the Monster Races. They are too numerous to mention, but you have Ogres, Orcs, Goblins, and Lizardis, or the Lizard People, to name a few.”

“How come the Lizardis are not included in the Primary Six?” I ask her. I mean, they sound like they should be, as they have the I-S at the end of their names like the Felinis and Rabinis.

“You truly do not know?” Leeha says to me, mouth wide open. Suddenly her eyes open wide, and she backs away from me, getting into a crouch, with both her hands out, palms up, and two blades of Water appearing in her hands again.

“Whoa!” I scream, getting up quickly and moving backwards as well. “What the fuck!”

“Who are you?” she growls, and suddenly the blades in her hands are not in her palm anymore but are instead floating next to her, and they are the size of short swords.

“I’m Alex!” I shout at her, with my own hands out in front of me. In my head I think Water and Wind, bringing those Elementals into my hands in case I need to create an ice shield.

“What are you, Alex! You don’t know things most younglings would know before the age of three. And you use not one Elemental spirit, but many of them all at once!” she screams as she shakes her hands downwards, and suddenly the short swords are now long swords, about five feet long.

“Wait. Wait! I can explain!” I cry out to her. Shit, she will skewer me with those things, and I am sure my ice shield will do shit all at stopping them.

“Explain!” she screams at me, and I notice that even in her anger, she looks beautiful. Fuck, is that an Elf thing?

“I’m hmm. Not from here. Wherever here is,” I tell Leeha. Ok, even to me that sounds lame as shit. Well, so much for having a second chance at life, Alex. Maybe if you see God again, you can give him shit?

“What do you mean? You aren’t from Algaria?” she asks me with a frown on her face.

“Is Algaria this world?” I ask her.

“What? No, Algaria is this country. The world is Boromour,” she says, bewildered.

“Ah, well, I am not from Boromour,” I tell her.

“That makes no sense. Where else would you be from?” Leeha says, her eyes squinting at me.

“Earth,” I tell her, but that was the wrong thing to say, since suddenly I am looking at a ball of spinning dirt that has appeared in my hand. Shit! The name of my world is the actual name for using the Earth Elemental.

I hear a noise so I look up and see two ice swords coming at me at a rapid pace. Without hesitating, I hold the ball of spinning dirt in front of me and think Large Rock Shield.

The ball of dirt in my hands grows larger into a floating shield of rock that is about five feet tall and three feet wide. I can’t see through it, but I hear the smashing of something like glass on the other side of it.

How the fuck am I going to tell her the name of my world? Each time I do, it will call up an Earth Elemental in my hand! What else do we call Earth? Hmm. Think, Alex! Fuck! It’s only the planet Earth. Oh, wait! Terra! I know they used that name in science fiction, but fuck me, I can’t think of another name. I think it’s Greek or something for Earth.

“Wait! I mean to say I am from Terra!” I scream at the top of my lungs to her in Elvish.

“Terra?” she shouts back inquisitively.

Peaking around my Large Rock Shield, I see she has two more long water swords ready to go.

“Yes, Terra. It seems that the name of my world when I say it in my language calls up a ball of dirt,” I tell her truthfully.

“How is that possible? Why would where you are from be a magical word?” she asks me suspiciously.

“I am not sure, Leeha. For some reason the language of my world is magical here,” I tell her with a sigh.

“Prove it!” she says. What the fuck is with this girl and always having to ‘prove it’?

“What? How?” I ask her.

“Do magic, unlike anything I have ever seen, using this language of your world out loud. Use Water,” she says, tacking that last part on quickly.

“Promise not to shoot me with those swords?” I ask her.

“Promise, but only if you show me something I have never seen done with water,” she says, nodding at me as I continue to hide behind my shield.

I move out slightly so that I am next to my shield, but ready to jump behind it again if I need to, and I say, “Water.”

Now, something she would never have seen done with water? What the fuck is that? I mean, she can create a shield, a dagger, and swords. So maybe she can only create weapons? What can I do that isn’t any of that? What can I create that isn’t a weapon? I look around to see if I can find something to give me inspiration, but I get nothing.

“What’s wrong? Can’t prove