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

as one of my Fire Arrows does exactly what I said it would. It shoots straight into his left upper front thigh, and he screams in pain. With a thought, I make the Fire Arrow disappear, leaving me thirty-five more to play with.

“Now, shall we try that again?” I ask the whimpering Water mage. “What is your name?”

Through pants of pain, and with his bound hands grabbing at his leg, he says “Tiggy.”

“Thank you, Tiggy,” I tell him. “What are you doing here, Tiggy?”

He looks up at me, and now not only is there fear in his eyes, but there is pain there as well.

“We are here to get Elves, of course. Why are you following us with your slave?” he asks me.

Suddenly another Fire Arrow goes into his other leg, and he screams in pain again. As his feet are underground, he can’t fall, so he ends up bending over in an awkward position.

“Keep asking me questions, Tiggy. I have thirty-four Fire Arrows left,” I tell him, shaking my head. “Now, tell me how many Elves in total you have, and you’d better not lie to me.”

“We have thirty of them. Five under the age of ten and the rest are adults. The old ones we killed off since they are useless,” he tells me, sounding as if he is reciting a grocery list.

Leeha goes to hit him, but I hold my arm out and she stops. She is staring at him with death in her eyes. Tiggy looks at her oddly. I am sure he is confused by her manner, and the fact that she is not acting afraid of him. Then again, he is kind of tied up.

“How many are you?” I ask him.

He looks at me suspiciously but then says, “Why would I ans—” Another Fire Arrow flies right at him, and this time I aim for the same spot I hit in the first leg, making him squeal in pain. Maybe I should call him Piggy instead of Tiggy? That makes me chuckle.

Once his crying is done and he is only moaning, with tears in his eyes and snot running down his face, I ask him, “Again, how many are you?”

“There are seven of us. Me, Mig here,” he points down to the archer on the ground, “and five more.”

“Any other mages?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he says quickly. Good. He wants to avoid pain. “There are two Earth mages and two Fire mages. And one warrior.”

“Good. How far ahead are they?” I ask him, pointing in the direction we had been heading before he stopped us.

“About an hour. We always post someone behind to make sure we aren’t being followed.”

“By the Elves?” I ask him, confused since they killed them all.

“No, other slavers,” he growls this time.

“Well, you don’t need to worry about that anymore, Tiggy. Trust me,” I tell him with a grin. Then, before he can ask what I mean, all thirty-two Fire Arrows slam into his body and kill him instantly.

Leeha walks up to me and wraps her arms around my side. I look down at her and she says softly, “I could have done that for you, Alex. You told me you have never killed anyone before in your world, and now this is your second time killing since you’ve come to my world.”

Sighing, I tell her, “I know.”

She’s right. I have had to kill twice since coming to this world. I never even killed for hunting when I was on Earth. I mean, I have killed bugs, a rat or such, but a thinking person? This is my second time, and thinking about it? I have no guilt for it. And I know that when I kill these other six humans, I will not have any either. Speaking of.

“Bridget,” I say softly.

“Yes, Alex,” she says from next to me. She is back in her Elf form and she comes over and hugs me on my other side. I wrap my arm around her, so that I am embracing both girls. “Lower them both into the ground and cover them up.”

“That one is still alive,” Bridget says quietly, pointing to the archer.

“Sucks for him,” I tell her.

Something tells me that I need to be hard for this world because if not, people will try to take advantage of me. I need to be tough not only for the Elves but for all the other races. And The humans are about to learn that being human doesn’t mean you can do whatever the fuck you want to the other races. They will need to learn to live with all the other races, or many people are going to get killed. At my hand. Was that why God sent me here or gave me the choice to come here, with the powers that I have?

Doesn’t matter. The people of Boromour say every thousand years, an Elemental Summoner is born and destroys the world. Well, I am about to do exactly that, but not for power. For equality.

I feel a hand on my chest and looking down, I see it’s Leeha’s. She is looking at me worriedly. “Alex. Do not let your heart harden so much that you don’t allow love in.”

I put my hand on the back of her head and pull her towards me, kissing the top of her head. “Trust me, with you and Bridget around, I will never lack for love.”

“You love me?” Bridget asks in a surprised voice.

Looking down at her, I smile and say, “Yes, I do. I love you, and I love you as well, Leeha,” I say, turning back to her.

Leeha smiles back up at me and says, “That’s the first time you have said you love me.”

“It is?” I ask her, shocked. Really? But we are married, how can it be the first time?

Leeha laughs. “Alex, your actions have shown, if nothing else, how much you love me.”

“And the fact that you love me, an Elemental, says much of your character. You truly don’t command