by D. Levesque
“Why would I find that repugnant?” I ask her, confused. Am I missing something?
“Because you are human,” she says as if that explains everything.
“What? And?” I ask her, needing a shit ton more clarification than just ‘because you are human. As if that would tell me everything?
She looks at me strangely again but doesn’t answer. Suddenly she gets up and moves quickly until she is sitting in front of me, her knees almost touching me.
“Give me your hand,” she asks me slowly, sounding unsure.
Not understanding why she wants my hand, I place it out for her to take. But she doesn’t take it at first. Instead, she looks up at my face, searchingly. What is she looking for? Then, without warning, she grabs it and pulls me towards her, placing my hand, palm open, on her nipple.
“What the hell!” I say, getting up quickly and snatching my hand away from her.
“See! You are disgusted by me!” she says triumphantly.
“I am not disgusted by you,” I tell her defensively. “It’s just that where I come from, women don’t usually go around grabbing men’s hands and placing them on their exposed tits,” I explain to her.
“Prove it,” she says sharply, staring at me hard with those two amazing cerulean blue eyes.
“What?” I ask her, and now it’s my turn to look at her oddly.
“Prove it,” she repeats, patting the ground in front of her that I had just vacated.
“All right,” I tell her slowly, uncertain of what the hell she means. How am I going to prove it?
Sitting down in front of her again, I look at her and wait. She scoots forward until our knees touch, but I don’t move. At first, she simply stares at my face. After sitting like that for a good thirty seconds, she leans towards me and places her hands on my legs. She keeps leaning into me, towards my face. I just swallow but don’t move. She stares at me again, as if searching my face for something—no clue what.
Gradually, she leans her face towards me until our noses almost touch. Hell, she’s close enough to kiss. Without thinking about it, I lean forward as well, and our lips touch. Her eyes widen in shock, and she pulls back.
“You truly do not find me disgusting at all?” she says in an awed and confused voice.
“Yeah, sorry about the kiss. I couldn’t help it. It’s not often that I get a beautiful Elf in front of me who is so close I can kiss her. Please accept my apology,” I tell her, blushing at my actions.
Chapter Six
“This makes no sense,” she says, bewilderment on her face.
“What makes no sense Leeha? Can I call you Leeha?” I ask her.
Nodding absently, she continues and repeats, “You are human,” as if that explains it.
“All right. Let’s pretend, Leeha, for some odd reason that I have no clue what you mean when you say ‘you are human’ as a reason why I should find you disgusting, all right?” I tell her.
“But, you are human?” she says, looking at me as if for confirmation.
“I think I am human,” I tell her. “Do I look human?”
“What? Of course you look human. What else would you be?” Leeha asks me with a frown.
I tell her with a sigh, “Yes. I am human.” I might as well go with that since I didn’t know there were other actual unique races in this world before God sent me here. It makes sense that he kept me human. It would have felt weird going from Human to, well, an Elf, or something more exotic, presuming there are more exotic things here.
“So, I assume from your reactions that humans don’t like Elves?” I ask her.
“Not just Elves,” she tells me, looking at me to see if I am being facetious. “All other races that aren’t human.”
“Oh, there are other races other than humans and Elves?” I ask her, brightening up at her words. Oh my God! There are other races here! What are they?
Leeha tilts her head. “Were you hit in the head?”
“What?” I ask her, perplexed.
“How can you forget there are six dominant races and then all the monster races,” Leeha snorts at me.
“Let’s assume I did hit my head, Leeha,” I tell her. Inside, I am freaking out. There are six different-wait. Did she say monster races too? “Remind me of the races?” I ask her excitedly.
“Very well, Alex,” she says, using my name finally. I had hoped using hers would make her comfortable enough to start using mine.
“There are you humans who are the most abundant of the race. Then there are the Elves, the Dragonis, who are a race that legend says were born from Dragons. The Felinis, or Cat People. The Rabinis, the Rabbit People. And finally, the Mer,” she says, counting off on her fingers six times.
“Mer, as in Mermaids?” I ask her in wonder.
“And Mermen,” she says, looking at me weirdly again. “But that is only the Primary Six of this world. There are also the Monster Races. They are too numerous to mention, but you have Ogres, Orcs, Goblins, and Lizardis, or the Lizard People, to name a few.”
“How come the Lizardis are not included in the Primary Six?” I ask her. I mean, they sound like they should be, as they have the I-S at the end of their names like the Felinis and Rabinis.
“You truly do not know?” Leeha says to me, mouth wide open. Suddenly her eyes open wide, and she backs away from me, getting into a crouch, with both her hands out, palms up, and two blades of Water appearing in her hands again.
“Whoa!” I scream, getting up quickly and moving backwards as well. “What the fuck!”
“Who are you?” she growls, and suddenly the blades in her hands are not in her palm anymore but are instead floating next to her, and they are the size of short swords.
“I’m Alex!” I shout at her, with my own hands out in front of me. In my head I think Water and Wind, bringing those Elementals into my hands in case I need to create an ice shield.
“What are you, Alex! You don’t know things most younglings would know before the age of three. And you use not one Elemental spirit, but many of them all at once!” she screams as she shakes her hands downwards, and suddenly the short swords are now long swords, about five feet long.
“Wait. Wait! I can explain!” I cry out to her. Shit, she will skewer me with those things, and I am sure my ice shield will do shit all at stopping them.
“Explain!” she screams at me, and I notice that even in her anger, she looks beautiful. Fuck, is that an Elf thing?
“I’m hmm. Not from here. Wherever here is,” I tell Leeha. Ok, even to me that sounds lame as shit. Well, so much for having a second chance at life, Alex. Maybe if you see God again, you can give him shit?
“What do you mean? You aren’t from Algaria?” she asks me with a frown on her face.
“Is Algaria this world?” I ask her.
“What? No, Algaria is this country. The world is Boromour,” she says, bewildered.
“Ah, well, I am not from Boromour,” I tell her.
“That makes no sense. Where else would you be from?” Leeha says, her eyes squinting at me.
“Earth,” I tell her, but that was the wrong thing to say, since suddenly I am looking at a ball of spinning dirt that has appeared in my hand. Shit! The name of my world is the actual name for using the Earth Elemental.
I hear a noise so I look up and see two ice swords coming at me at a rapid pace. Without hesitating, I hold the ball of spinning dirt in front of me and think Large Rock Shield.
The ball of dirt in my hands grows larger into a floating shield of rock that is about five feet tall and three feet wide. I can’t see through it, but I hear the smashing of something like glass on the other side of it.
How the fuck am I going to tell her the name of my world? Each time I do, it will call up an Earth Elemental in my hand! What else do we call Earth? Hmm. Think, Alex! Fuck! It’s only the planet Earth. Oh, wait! Terra! I know they used that name in science fiction, but fuck me, I can’t think of another name. I think it’s Greek or something for Earth.
“Terra?” she shouts back inquisitively.
Peaking around my Large Rock Shield, I see she has two more long water swords ready to go.
“Yes, Terra. It seems that the name of my world when I say it in my language calls up a ball of dirt,” I tell her truthfully.
“How is that possible? Why would where you are from be a magical word?” she asks me suspiciously.
“I am not sure, Leeha. For some reason the language of my world is magical here,” I tell her with a sigh.
“Prove it!” she says. What the fuck is with this girl and always having to ‘prove it’?
“What? How?” I ask her.
“Do magic, unlike anything I have ever seen, using this language of your world out loud. Use Water,” she says, tacking that last part on quickly.
“Promise not to shoot me with those swords?” I ask her.
“Promise, but only if you show me something I have never seen done with water,” she says, nodding at me as I continue to hide behind my shield.
I move out slightly so that I am next to my shield, but ready to jump behind it again if I need to, and I say, “Water.”
Now, something she would never have seen done with water? What the fuck is that? I mean, she can create a shield, a dagger, and swords. So maybe she can only create weapons? What can I do that isn’t any of that? What can I create that isn’t a weapon? I look around to see if I can find something to give me inspiration, but I get nothing.
“What’s wrong? Can’t prove it?” Leeha says to me with scorn.
“No, it’s more that I never used magic on my world, and now you are asking me to create something on the spot, and I am trying not to make a weapon.”
“A weapon is fine!” she blurts out.
“What?” I ask her with a raised eyebrow.
“A weapon is fine. Show me a weapon with water that I have never seen before,” she says, taking a step closer to me.
“All right,” I tell her. So swords and daggers are out. I doubt making a baseball bat out of water would impress her. What weapons does my world have? We have guns, really. I mean, that was how I fucking died, according to God. A bullet shot in the head. But how the hell am I supposed to make a gun out water? I mean, maybe I can make water bullets? So with the spinning globe of water in my hand, I say, “Water Bullets.”
Just like that, I have ten water bullets flowing in my hand. Pointing my hand away from Leeha, just in case, I point to a tree to my right and say in English, “Shoot!”
There is a loud crack of thunder as the tree I had been pointing at gets peppered by ten water bullets. The bark on the front goes flying as the bullets enter it. Bloody hell!
After staring at the damage for a couple of seconds, I turn to Leeha and see she is staring at the same spot, stunned. Her mouth is open in amazement, and her eyes are wide. “Was that good enough?” I ask her with a grin.
Leeha turns to me slowly, swallowing, and the two swords that had been floating in the air and pointing at me disappear. She walks towards me slowly, and my first urge is to run like fucking hell, but I hold my ground.
Once in front of me, she lowers herself on one knee and says, “Alex, The Elemental Summoner, please allow me to be your student.”
“What?” I say in astonishment.
“You are not someone new to magic. What you did, I have never seen before. I don’t even know what that was. You caused small things made with Water to do that kind of damage,” she says, pointing to the tree’s damaged area. “Please, will you teach me to be as strong and powerful as you?”
I am so stunned by her request that the Large Rock Shield next to me disappears.
Then I realize what she just called me. “Wait, you just called me The Elemental Summoner? Earlier when I said that you tried to fucking kill me!” I say to her in consternation.
“You have shown me that I might have been hasty in my judgement of you,” she says, getting up and taking a step closer. “We have a legend, Alex, that someone who can call up all Elementals is born once every thousand years. That person, each time, has brought drastic changes to our world—some were good, others were evil. Mostly evil. Destroyed Empires, Kingdoms. If that is who you are, I want to be there with you as you do it. I do not want to be swept up by it,” she says in a serious tone. Her eyes on me are piercing, and I see hope in them. Hope for what?
“Why?” I ask her.
“Why what?” she asks me, confused by my question.
“Say I am this person who comes around once every thousand years, and I am going to destroy this world?” Which I am pretty sure God said NOT to do. Did he know? Was he the one who sent the last person and is that a common speech he gives all of them? “Why would you want to be with me?”
“You are different,” Leeha says slowly, sounding confused herself. “You don’t find me disgusting, yet you are a human. When I mentioned the other races, there was no loathing on your face either. If anything, you looked excited to hear about them.”
“Well, yeah!” I tell her with a laugh. “I mean, I would love to see what these Cat people are like;” Inside my head, I am hoping that maybe they look like the anime version of cat girls, but I am sure they look like exactly what they sound like—cats, with fur all over.
“Then please, let me come with you, as you change the world,” she says, stepping closer.
And that is when I notice that standing next to her, she is shorter than me. Either God made me taller or she is really short, but when I first saw her, I thought she was tall. I stare at this beautiful Elf with her amazing eyes, luscious lips, and let’s be honest here, Alex, an amazing body in leather armor that is nothing more than lingerie.
“Sure,” I say to her, with some trepidation. What the fuck did I just get myself into? Or more like, what the hell did God get me into?
Chapter Seven
Suddenly there is a loud rumble that both Leeha and I hear. I look at her and blush.
“You have not eaten?” she asks me with a smile.
“No, I do not know this world, and honestly, I don’t know how to find food unless I’m buying it,” I tell her, embarrassed at my lack of woodsman skills.
“Come, let’s go back to the fire before it goes out,” Leeha says, her demeanor changing. She is now shy and speaking softly with a smile. What the fuck? Is this the same girl who was throwing water daggers and swords at me, ready to kill me? I shake my head and follow her.
As I walk behind her I see that, as I had noticed before, her back is exposed. Her pants, if that is what they are called since they are open on the thighs, are showing off her ass, which is heart-shaped, and just begging to be grabbed. Damn, Alex, it has been too long since you last had sex, but you need to be good! Though that kiss 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.”
