A Home Like Ours by Fiona Lowe (feel good books .txt) 📕

at, say, the spell for that dagger of yours, the water one? Does it show you how much power it takes to use it and how much you have left?”

“Yes!” she says excitedly. “That’s exactly how I know.”

“But does it show it to you in words?” I ask her.

“Words? What? No, not everyone can read. I mean, I know my numbers. Almost everyone does. Especially if you end up being a mage. Ever since I became a Water mage, numbers have come easily to me. But I am told that is normal for all mages, as numbers are important.”

“Then how do you know the name of your spells?” I ask her, pushing for more info.

“Oh, the spell shows up as a small dagger for me,” she states, as if I should see the same.

“So you don’t see the words of the spell’s name? Like the words for your Water Dagger spell?” I say, now getting excited.

“No. Though I understand those that read do get it in written form. And it somehow makes their power stronger,” she asks me, confused with my line of questioning, I am sure.

“So, can you read this?” I ask, as I brush away the leaves and twigs next to me and write Water Dagger in the dirt with one of the small sticks that is near me.

Leeha looks down, confused at first, and tilts her head back and forth. I glance at it as well and notice something I hadn’t noticed when I was writing it. Shit, it’s in English letters! They’re not some flowing letters that might have been Elvish, if they even have a written language.

“No, what does it mean?” she asks me, looking back up.

Should I tell her? I mean, I can’t know until I test this out. If, as I suspect, that God made it so that English is the trigger for my magic, can I teach it to others? Maybe I am the exception? I look at Leeha, and I am torn. I just met her, but she did say that now that she knows I am the Elemental Summoner, she wants to be with me. If people are going to fear me, I will need someone to help protect me. Right?

“Alex?” Leeha says nervously after I stare at her for a good minute without saying anything.

“That is my language,” I tell her, deciding to say fuck it. “I’ve written Water Dagger. This first word here? It’s Water. When I call up my power, that’s the word I think in my head or say out loud. So in my language, Water is Water,” I tell her.

She reaches down and touches the letters I wrote. “So each of these letters together spells out a word? I understand the concept. I know a few letters of the human language. Though, not many. Mostly I know what a word for a certain thing looks like. Such as a shop, or Inn.”

“Do the Elves have a written language?” I ask her.

“Once we did. But now, most of our history is oral,” Leeha sighs sadly. “So, this second word is dagger? How do you say it in your language?” she continues.

I touch the word as well and say, “Dagger.”

“Dagger,” she says, with a thick accent, but even I can feel the power in that uttering of that word. She looks up at me in shock. Excitedly, she points to the first word again. “How do you say this one again!”

“Wa-ter. Water,” I say slowly, speaking each section of the word separately.

“Water,” she says, and again, I feel the power in that word. Fuck me. This will work!

“Now, say first the word Water,” I tell her, holding up my palm, and I get the Elemental water globe in my hand. “Then say, Water Dagger.”

Water Dagger spell used. 10 points of power used.

What the fuck! Am I going to get that prompt whenever I use a spell now, so that I can track how much power I used?

Once I utter that phrase in English, I get a water dagger in my palm. I point to a tree in the distance, and I imagine it sticking into it. The blade quickly leaves my hand and slams into the tree trunk, about thirty feet away.

Leeha takes a deep breath, focuses on the palm of her hand, and says, “Water.” Like I did, she ends up with a globe in her hand. “Water Dagger,” she says, and then squeals in laughter as her globe changes into a dagger. She points the dagger at the same tree I had and her dagger speeds off, landing right next to mine, as I had not canceled my spell yet. I think Water, and my blade disperses.

“It worked!” Leeha shouts and jumps into my arms.

I fall backwards with her on top of me, and she says, “How is that possible! It felt more powerful and it says I used more power than my older spell!”

“I am not sure,” I tell her with a smile. “I would say it’s my world’s language. I think my God made it so that it’s powerful here. Though I’m not sure why I can teach it to you. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I would be able to.”

“I don’t care why your God did that! I want to learn your language,” she says, moving up my chest to be closer to my face and rubbing her body, including her breasts, against me in the process. It doesn’t help that as she moves, her lower body rubs against my now hardening cock.

“Hmm,” I say awkwardly, “I am sure we can look into that, but you might want to get off me, Leeha.”

“Why?” she asks me quizzically, pushing herself away from my face so that she can look in my eyes, and pushing herself into my crotch in the process. I guess she finally feels the hard-on I am getting since her eyes widen and she blushes, before scrambling off me quickly and sitting down.

I sit back up and look at her with