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

earlier was nice, I think with a quiet chuckle. Her lips were soft and warm, and they tasted sweet, like some kind of fruit.

Once at the fire, Leeha sits down with the rock behind her back, and I see she left room for me to sit down next to her. She looks at me sideways with a smile and says, “Now, many plants here are good to eat, but I will teach you something using magic as a hunting tool. I assume you have never hunted using magic?” she asks me.

Spot on girl, I think with a smile. “You’re right. I have never used magic for hunting for food,” I tell her, which is one hundred percent true since before today, I never even used magic!

“So, I will show you with Water magic, as that is all I can cast,” she says. She looks around, for what, I have no clue. Then suddenly, she says, “Ah! See that tree over there, about twenty feet in front of us? The one with the black mark from a previous lightning hit?”

I stare at where she is pointing, and I finally see the tree she is talking about. Nodding, I say, “Yes.”

“Now, look up in the branches. Do you see that large bird?” Leeha asks me.

I look up higher and see the bird she is talking about. It looks like a large crow or something. No, not quite a crow. It’s bigger than that. “Yes. What kind of bird is that?”

“That is a Macoa. Their meat is very juicy and tender, but they are hard to catch. Unless you use magic, as I will show you,” she says, and looking at her, I see she is now grinning.

Leeha holds out her palm, and in her hand is a globe of water that is spinning slowly. Then it shifts shape and changes to an arrow, but it doesn’t look like a typical arrow. This one has barbs, and there is something odd at the end of it that I can’t quite make out. She points it towards the bird and suddenly the arrow shoots off, and I quickly track it’s path. The bird never even saw it coming.

The arrow pierces it in the chest, its feathers exploding behind it. Looking closer, I see that what I saw at the end of the arrow was a thread of water, or a line of water, leading back to Leeha, who has a small globe of water still sitting in her palm. She touches the little globe and I see it get bigger and bigger. I peer up at where the bird was, and it’s flying through the air towards us. And fast! I put my arms up and lower my face to not get hit in the head, but I hear a burst of musical laughter coming from Leeha.

I look up and see the bird floating in the air with the water arrow still through it, but it has stopped moving.

“How the fuck?” I say in amazement.

Laughing at my expression and putting the bird down slowly next to her, Leeha says with a proud grin, “I used an arrow made of water, but like a fisher, I left some water attached to it. It took me years to figure that one out. The problem I had at first was when the arrow would go too far out, and it would break the line. I had it too thick, as I had it thick like a rope. Then I was watching someone fish, and instead of going into the water, their hook ended up getting caught in a duck that flew into the water exactly where the line was meant to hit. The fisherman ended up having a bird for supper that night instead. That gave me the idea of using a thin line of water instead.”

“And by touching the small globe of water, you reel it in,” I say to her with a laugh at her ingenuity. “But how do you keep the bird up in the air like that?”

“Oh, that’s the magic. I can change the density of the water. It comes back to me quickly to keep it up in the air, and then once it’s in front of me, I change the density of the water to keep it more solid so that it stays up. Also to slow it down, so it doesn’t hit me in the face,” she says with a blush.

“So you have been hit in the face by the birds?” I ask her with a laugh.

She laughs awkwardly and says, “Not just birds. I can also use this for land animals. I have been hit in the face by rabbits, foxes, and even a boar once. That last one, in fact, knocked me out for hours. The trick of slowing them down before they hit me by changing the density of the water as they get closer to me took me another year to figure out.”

“Hey, that’s still good. Maybe it was a hard lesson to learn, but good job!” I tell her, patting her leg, which makes her look down quickly. I remove my hand and ask her, feeling awkward myself now, “So, how do we clean that bird?”

“With magic again. I use Water for this. I don’t want to dirty our area, so I move it away from us,” she says, and then suddenly the bird is encased in a water bubble. She waves her hand and the bird and the water move about ten feet away. She waves her hand again and the bird’s head gets decapitated, but it stays in the water. I expected blood to spurt all over, but it doesn’t.

She must figure out what I’m thinking because she says, “So in my water, I don’t let the blood run. Blood is made of water, so I can control that as well. So I tell it to stay in the body. For now. The next step is the feathers.”

Suddenly the water starts spinning super