Elemental Summoner 1, D. Levesque [ereader android TXT] 📗

the offer. No. My offer is this. If you all turn around and promise to leave us alone, I promise not to kill you all.”

The Pirate loses his smile, and looks at me intently. He looks around suspiciously and asks, “You do see that there are five of us and only one of you?”

“Two,” I say, pointing to Leeha.

The Pirate snorts. “As I said, five of us and one of you. Do you expect us to believe you can kill us all on your own?” he scoffs.

“Last chance,” I tell him quietly.

“Fuck this, kill them both,” the Pirate says, taking his second dagger out and stepping towards us. Not moving, I place my hand on the ground and think, Now.

Suddenly the ground under the five men disappears, and screams erupt from them as they fall into the hole. The area is larger than I thought the Elementals would make it. It’s roughly thirty feet out from me and goes ten feet on either side. I get up quickly and look down, and instantly regret it. The men have fallen into lava, and their bodies have burst into flames. Their cries had cut off quickly, and now I see why.

You have received 1 Heavenly Token.

Heavenly Tokens: 4 of 200.

So getting rid of five people who were probably killers only netted me one token? Then again, I shouldn’t really complain since I honestly have no clue what will get me Heavenly Tokens. And I am not sure I want to know. For this one, I’m pretty sure it was the event of getting rid of a group that got me that Heavenly Token.

Leeha puts a hand on my back, as I am trying not to get sick at the stench of burnt flesh that reaches me. “Alex, you know this won’t be the last time you will need to kill?”

“I know,” I tell her, taking a deep breath. And now the words God said to me earlier come back. It’s all right to kill in self-defense. He knew, didn’t he? He knew that I would need to kill in this world, and he was letting me know that it was all right.

Chapter Eighteen

“The fire is nice,” Leeha says, snuggling against me.

“I agree,” I tell her quietly, kissing the top of her head, “That’s because the company is amazing.” And it’s true. This beautiful blond-haired, blue-eyed Elf has captured my heart.

“I have to agree,” she says, looking up and kissing me on the lips.

We had moved from the pit, as we didn’t want to be near the stench of burning flesh that I had caused. The hole was covered up, though. The Fire Elemental doused the fire from the lava, and then the Earth Elemental covered the hole, bringing back the dirt and rocks it had moved. By the time we had moved on, there was no way to tell anything that horrific had happened there.

We hiked for another four hours before we decided to stop. We had left the road after we veered off to set our trap, and made sure that we weren’t followed by stopping a couple of times and hiding. After the third time, Leeha said we were safe.

Thinking back on the feeling I had with the Elementals, I ask Leeha, “So when you call up your Water Elemental, do you get feelings from it, like emotions?”

“What?” she says, perplexed. “No, as I said, it’s just a tool to focus our power.”

“Hmm,” I say, thinking out loud.

With her in my arms, I hold my left hand out and think Fire. The fire globe appears in my hand and lights up the area. I say to it in English, “Can you lower your light output, so it’s not so bright?” and suddenly the light is muted, and it’s a much darker red. Almost like the embers you would see in a fire after it’s been neglected for hours.

Leeha sits up straight and twists towards me. “What did you do?” she gasps in amazement.

“I asked it in my language if it can lower its light, so it wasn’t so bright,” I tell her with a grin.

“That shouldn’t be possible!” she cries.

“Why not? You said that you used it as a tool for your power, but what if it’s a tool that understands you? Call yours up,” I tell her.

Leeha looks at me intently at first, but finally she holds up her hand, and a globe of Water appears.

“Now, out loud, while looking at it, tell it to make itself smaller,” I say to her.

“Hmm, all right,” she says awkwardly. “Make yourself smaller.” I look at the water and it does nothing. No change.

“Right, so repeat after me, word for word. Make yourself smaller,” I tell Leeha in English.

It takes her about five tries, but she finally gets it. “Make yourself smaller,” Leeha says in a good approximation of English. And suddenly, the globe of Water in her palm shrinks to about half its size.

Leeha squeals in amazement. She tries the command again, “Make yourself smaller,” and it does the same thing, becoming half its size once more. She tries again, but nothing happens.

“I guess there is a limit to what it can do,” she says with a sigh. “By the Gods, how is that possible?” she asks me.

“Don’t look at me,” I tell her with a chuckle. “On my world, magic doesn’t even exist.”

“Can you tell me about your world, Alex?” Leeha says, dispelling her Water globe and leaning back into me.

I think Fire, and my globe disappears as well, and I wrap my arms around her. For the next hour, in the dark with only the fire going, I tell her about my world. At times she turns around and asks me if I am jesting, or tells me I have to be lying, and I keep having to promise her that I’m not. I tell her about planes and automobiles. Explaining cell phones is the hardest. I even tell her about television and movies, and here she honestly