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

language she is using is different than the one I know, I am starting to understand it. I am not sure how. Her lips, which are just as beautiful as her, are singing words that I know are not English, and yet I still comprehend them. She is singing a song of water and lakes, and how the water feeds the surrounding forests. I move closer to hear her song better and I end up stepping on a stick, causing it to snap really loud. The singing stops abruptly, and the Elf looks up and sees me.

Her eyes widen in shock and she stands up, and suddenly there is a blue ball in her hand, and it’s lit with an inner light. Fuck, is she using magic? I don’t have time to think after that, because suddenly that magical ball of whatever it is, is hurtling towards me. Oh shit, I am about to die. I bring my hand up to ward off the blow of whatever is coming at me when I hear a voice speaking another language in my head.

Fire. Heat, the giver of life, or the taker of it. Like a flame of the sun, it can burn, or it can nurture. Keyword. Fire.

“Fire?” I say out loud. But although the voice in my head had been speaking in the language of the Elf, I repeat the word in English.

Somehow, as soon as I’m done speaking, a wall of fire appears between me and the flying whatever. It hits the wall of fire and stops and turns into steam. Fuck, it was water she threw at me? Suddenly there are more balls of water flying at me, but each time the water ends up dying on the wall of fire, which somehow I can see through.

“Wait!” I yell. “I am not here to hurt you!”

What the fuck? How am I able to speak in her language? I thought I was speaking in English, but that’s not what came out. Is that the weapon that fucking God dude was talking about? Magic? Did he give me fucking magic? Holy shit! The Elf isn’t listening to me and keeps hurtling magic balls, but I can see that instead of being angry now, she is scared.

“Wait! I just heard your singing and I found it beautiful, so I came to listen to it,” I tell her, desperately hoping she will stop.

But she doesn’t, and she is now throwing them so fast, it’s nuts. Do people not have mana or power pools here to limit the amount they can shoot? I need to figure out a way to stop her from shooting at me. If only I had magical ropes. As soon as I think that, I hear more words in my head.

Earth. Mud, rocks, plants, forests. The giver of food and life. As with all things, it can kill you or feed you. Keyword. Earth.

“Earth,” I say, and again it’s in English, but I feel the power behind that one word. I imagine vines coming out of the ground and wrapping around her wrists and bringing her down to the ground. Gently! I amend that last thought.

Without warning, vines pop out of the ground, causing her eyes to widen in fear even more. Faster than she can move, they wrap around her wrists and bring her flat down to the ground, causing the magical water ball in her hand to sputter. But then, that water ball changes into a knife, and she starts cutting the vine.

Another vine shoots out of the ground and wraps around her wrist, replacing the one that she just cut. I can see the anger appear on her face, and suddenly she has a spinning blade of water in each of her hands, and they are cutting through the vines. However just as quickly, more vines are shooting out of the ground to replace them.

What the holy fuck! Shit, think. Think like a gamer! What Elements can I even play with? God mentioned five of them. So do I have Water as well? Can I use Water and Air to create ice?

Water. Quencher of Thirst. Eroder of rock. Shaper of the world. Keyword. Water.

Wind. Storm master. Path destructor, or the gentle breeze in your hair. Keyword. Wind.

“Water, Wind,” I say again in English, lifting both my hands, palms up.

As I finish, a ball of water appears in one of my hands, and on the palm of my other hand, a ball of air. I slap both of them together, and then I swing my arms to the right, away from my body, and they both disappear in a blur.

I hear a shout of surprise, and glancing back at the Elf girl quickly, I see water surround her wrists, then her hands, and finally her spinning blades. Following quickly behind the water, a wind blows through the area, and her hands are suddenly encased in ice, causing the water blades that had been spinning to freeze, and stopping them in their tracks.

I stare at the firewall in front of me, and I try to think about how to cancel it. Maybe I have to use English again?

“Fire,” I say in English, and think of it going away.

And just like that, the firewall between me and this beautiful and now angry Elf woman, who is glaring daggers of pure hatred at me, disappears. I look at her closer, and see a lot of fear as well.

I walk up to her and bend down, so that I am eye level with her, since the water and vines had pulled her down into a squatting position.

“You will not take me,” she cries, struggling to get out of the ice handcuffs? Ice manacles? Ice jail? No fucking clue what to even call these things. When she talks, I notice that while I understand her, she’s not speaking English.

“You do understand that I wasn’t trying to attack you, correct?” I ask her. Shockingly, I am talking in the same language as her,