Elemental Summoner 2: A Chakra Cultivation Harem Portal series

by D. Levesque

  “Maybe? I guess I never expected to come to a new world and be on the beta team,” I say, with some mild annoyance.

  “Beta team?” Leeha says, perplexed.

  “In my world, when something was finished, or even while it was being created, there would be a team of people who would try to find issues, bugs, mistakes.”

  “Why would someone look for bugs?” she asks, revulsion on her face.

  “Sorry,” I tell her with a laugh. “Not actual living bugs. Another word for errors.”

  “I shall take your word on it, Alex. Must be a Terra thing.”

  “It is. But let’s simply say that while I always enjoyed playing the newest thing back on Terra, being a beta tester, without being told I am a beta tester first, sucks.”

  I don’t go into the whole gaming industry putting out games so fast that many times we players were the actual beta teams and hated it.

  “Shall we test it out?” Bridget says.

  “We should, but first I think we need to be ready, as I have no clue what is on the other side. I figure it will deposit us next to the Lake of Ruins, but how close will we be to the camp with the Portal?” I say.

  “Good point,” Leeha nods. “We can have weapons ready when we exit out?”

  “You mean we should have our Magical arrows ready?”

  “Or even a blade. So we aren’t empty-handed,” Leeha suggests.

  “Oh, I like that. I can bring out a dagger. But not Fire, as I don’t want it to be seen from a mile away. Oh!” I say, suddenly thinking of something.

  “What?” Bridget asks me suspiciously.

  I look at them both with a grin on my face. “A dagger using Mind.”

  They both look at me in confusion. “Sleep,” I drawl.

  “Oh, crap,” Leeha says with a laugh. “You want to create a dagger that makes someone fall asleep when you stab them?”

  “Yep. Though, I am not sure it will work. I guess there's only one way to find out, right?” I say, looking directly at Bridget.

  “Hey, I don’t know what spells will work here until you try them,” she says, holding her hands up.

  I put up the hand that isn’t in the Magical multicolored cloud, and I think Mind, Sleep Dagger.

  Invalid Spell. Duration missing.

  “Well, that was interesting. I think God is getting better at this. It just said my spell was invalid because it didn’t have a duration. I guess having a Sleep Dagger without a timer on it would put them to sleep permanently. I might as well just kill them. So let’s see. I figure, what? A two-hour sleep dagger?” I ask the girls.

  “Don’t look at me,” Leeha says with a chuckle. “You seem to be the expert here.”

  I look at Bridget, and she shrugs. “I don’t know. No context for this comes up.”

  Sighing, I stop and think about it. I want a spell that will use less power. I don’t want to use a spell command. So let’s try this. Two-Hour Sleep Dagger.

  You have used the spell Two-Hour Sleep Dagger. You have used 10 points of power.

  Feeling a weight in my free hand, I look down, and in it is a shimmering purple blade. There’s an interior light flowing up and down the blade, and it appears to be a darker purple. The handle is cool to the touch, almost like plastic, but not like any plastic I have ever seen, and the blade is well balanced.

  “Whoa, that’s pretty cool!” I exclaim happily.

  “Can I see it?” Leeha asks, looking at the blade enviously.

  “Sure,” I ask her. “I’m not sure it will allow me to pass it over, though,” I say, handing her the handle without touching the blade, in case touching it makes me sleep for the next two hours.

  Leeha takes the handle gingerly, staying away from the blade. Guess she has the same thought I do. Surprisingly, although I anticipated that the blade would disappear when I handed it over, she is holding it in her hands.

  “Nice! So you can hold it as well. Did you want that as a backup weapon? You might be able to tuck it into your boot since it’s not touching your skin?”

  “That might work,” she says with a grin, and before I can take it away she sticks it into her boot and stands up.

  Bridget and I are both looking at her with grins. “What?”

  “Nothing, I guess we found your favorite color.”

  Leeha blushes. “Yes. I do like purple. It’s a tough color to find in nature. I once owned a purple scarf. Until I had to use it to kill someone,” she says with a sad sigh. “But it was the scarf or me.”

  “Well, we shall endeavor to find you purple things,” I tell her with a laugh. Then I call up another dagger.

  You have used the spell Two-Hour Sleep Dagger. You have used 10 points of power.

  Once I have my own blade have tucked it into my boot leg, I focus on my hand and answer the message that I had received earlier.

  Yes, I wish to leave with my group.

  Suddenly the light in front of me starts spinning faster and faster, and I feel myself wanting to be drawn into it. The next thing I know, that choice is taken from me, as my feet end up leaving the ground and I get sucked forward. I hear two screams behind me, and I know I am not the only one who got pulled into the cloud.

  After what feels like eons, my body hits dirt, and I am lying on my back. Before I can move, two other bodies fall on top of me, and the air in my lungs leaves my body with a woosh.

  “Oooof!” I hear Leeha say, followed by an “Eeep!” from Bridget.

  Once we have disentangled ourselves, we look around. Luckily, we have emerged from the cave in the dark of night, and I can see the moon and stars above us. Leeha stands up quickly with a Water Dagger in her hand, while I examine our surroundings. We are next to the Lake of Ruins, or I assume it’s the lake, as I can hear the water lapping on the shore. There is a slight breeze, and it’s causing whitecaps to appear on the water. The beach we are on is rocky instead of sandy. I strain to hear any noises, but I don’t hear anything. I look at Leeha since I know as an Elf she has better hearing. She has a frown on her face but doesn’t seem concerned.

  I look at Bridget. “Can you scout quickly?” I ask her.

  She nods at me and disappears. Leeha was looking at us both, so she saw Bridget suddenly fade away. We both wait, me with my shoulders tense. It might be dark, but I still feel like a target.

  “Alex,” comes the voice of Bridget through our link. “You both need to come to see this.” I hear some hesitancy in her voice. As I still have my Third Eye open, I look around until I see her bright multicolored lights.

  “This way. Bridget says we need to see something. Be ready for something bad,” I whisper to Leeha.

  Leeha looks at me and nods, her face hardening. I start walking towards Bridget and away from the Lake, with Leeha on my heels as we head into the brush and the forest.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Once I am closer to Bridget, she walks over to me and puts a hand on my chest. “Hold in your anger, Alex.” That’s all that she says.

  I give her a questioning look. What does she mean? I look behind her, but all I see is a slight rise, so I’m assuming what she wants to show me is beyond it. Instead of answering her, I nod. Bridget removes her hands and heads back to the rise, stopping at the lip. Once I am next to her, I look down at what she wanted to show me.

  What I see shocks me at first, but then I feel anger bubbling up inside me. I have seen pictures of this in history class. Mass graves. That is what I am looking at—a mass grave with hundreds of dead bodies, and not just Elves. There are Rabinis, Felinis, and others that I cannot even place. Which would mean they are the monster races? So monster races can use magic, the back of my mind somehow registers, while I’m staring at all this carnage.

  The bodies I see have cuts and bruises all over them, and they all have one thing in common. The fear on their faces that must have been put there as they died. And they are all naked. No, wait. The women are naked, and the men still have clothes on them. I hear a low growl, and it takes me a
moment to clue in that it’s me. I am the one growling. My hands are in fists. I look around, and that is when I notice I have tears in my eyes. I reach up and wipe them away.

  I look at Leeha and she has a look of horror on her face, and like me, there are tears running down her cheeks.

  “Oh, by the Gods,” she whispers. “Who would do such a thing?” she asks imploringly.

  I already wanted Brakan dead, but now, I want him to suffer. I have killed men already, but when I did, it was done quickly. For Brakan, I want nothing more than to make him suffer for a very long time.

  “Alex,” Bridget cries out quickly.

  I look down at her. “You need to calm down, Alex. I don’t know why, but your aura is pulsing, and I can feel one of your Chakras pulsing in tune with it. It’s not one of the ones that is already open or that is supposed to open next. I think if it opens now, it will kill you.”

  That gets my attention. My anger is doing something to my Chakras? To one of the unopened ones? “Can you see which one?” I ask her, but I still hear the anger in my voice, so I try to clamp down on it. Slowly I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

  Bridget nods. “It’s this one right here,” she says, putting a hand on my chest.

  I look down at her hand and try to remember which Chakra that is. That would be the heart one. I think it’s emotional stability, but it also represents the one for aggression. That makes sense, because right now there is so much aggression in me as I think about tearing Brakan’s head off repeatedly. I would say it’s feeding on my anger. Taking another couple of deep breaths, I try to calm down some more.

  “It’s getting quieter,” Bridget says, relieved.

  “Good. That Chakra in my world can represent anger, frustration, and a feeling of revenge. I’m not sure I want to find out what happens if I open a Chakra when my body isn’t ready. That pain from my bones transforming hurt enough. I can’t imagine what else would change.”

  Feeling a hand on my arm, I look over and see Leeha looking at me, with tears still in her eyes. I open my arms and she walks into them, pointing her face away from the mass grave with all the dead bodies.

  “Why would someone do something like this to another living person?” she whispers into my chest.

  “I don’t know, but we are about to put a stop to it,” I tell her softly.

  Even though I can feel the anger start rising again, I force it down. I need to be focused here and not go crazy. As Bridget said, hold in my anger. But I can’t do that. So I need to focus that anger. I need to use it to get this done.

  “Was there anything else?” I ask Bridget.

  “No, this was it. I didn’t detect anyone else for a good mile radius.”

  “Let’s head back to the beach,” I say quietly.

  Leeha, still in my arms, simply nods her head against my chest, and we head back to the beach, each wrapped up in our own thoughts. My thoughts keep wanting to call up as much power as I can and blow the shit out of this whole fucking lake and take everything out with it, including that damn Portal. But at least I got in the shield that that is apparently around the Lake of Ruins. If Peter is saying he and the other Angels are blocked from it, that means it’s up to me and the girls.

  Once we’re back on the beach area, I motion for the girls to stay off the sand of the beach, and we sit down, facing the Lake of Ruins. With both girls on either side of me, I lift my arms and put one around each of them. They both come willingly.

  “Now what?” Leeha says quietly.

  I sigh and say, “Honestly, we need to find their camp and rescue any slaves and kill those responsible. I had thought of just killing Brakan and no one else, but now?”

  Leeha sighs heavily and puts her head on my chest. “Alex. You need to release them.”

  “But-” I start, and she interrupts me.

  “Please listen to me. I don’t mean this Brakan person. I mean everyone else. You are not an executioner, Alex. You are a good person, and I cannot have you go down that path,” she says, looking up at me. “You cannot allow yourself to change. You are Alex. The person I love.”

  “We love,” Bridget says quietly from my other side.

  Leeha reaches over and grabs Bridget’s hand. “The person we love. And you cannot allow anger to change who you are. I have mentioned the power that an Elemental Summoner has and what they have done in the past. Are you going to turn around and do to the humans what they have done to us?”

  “What?” I say to her in shock. “Of course not! I want everyone to live together.”

  “And how will that work out if you go around killing every single human who doesn’t listen to you or change the way they treat all the other races?” she asks me.

  I pause at that. I had been looking at all these humans here as bad, and decided they needed to die for it. But are some of them doing it because of the way they were raised? If that human Elemental Summoner was in front of me right now, I am sure I would blast him apart with every magical spell I could think of and make up some more as I go. What he did wasn’t just cruel to the people who are now being oppressed, but to the humans as well. How many are behaving the way they do just because it’s the normal thing to do? You do it not because you think it’s wrong, but because you were taught that it was right?

  I mean, Bryan is the perfect example of that. Him and his Order, the Knights of the Falling Star. He used to hate the monster races until he joined the order. Now, he even has a monster wife. It’s not like this hatred is a genetic thing passed down from generation to generation. It’s something that is learned. And I guess, in a way, this is the reason God gave me my powers. Well, that and a bullet in the head. I could change things.

  “You think that if I let myself kill them all, I will be no better than all the other Elemental Summoners before me?” I say quietly to Leeha.

  She nods. “Power is a potent catalyst to corruption. All I know is, I do not want that of you. I want you to be someone that creates a world where all the races on Boromour can live in peace, and that means humans as well. We monster races are not looking to exchange one oppressed race for another. We want to live peacefully.”

  “And this is not just you Elves speaking?” I ask her, curious.

  Shaking her head, Leeha says, “No. We monster races, as the humans call us, speak to each other. We do not wish for the destruction or the degradation of the human race. We all lived in harmony once—all the races. We Elves were not the only race who were dominant. Throughout the history of Boromour, all races were powerful in their own right.”

  With a heavy sigh, I nod my head. All I honestly want to do right now is go out and teach these humans, and I don’t count myself as one of them even though I am one, how to behave like fucking civilized people. With everyone. But I know Leeha is right. If I allow this power I have to be used to force them to behave the way that I think is right, I am no better than a totalitarian. Worse, I could, with my power, be a vengeful being.

  “You know I love you both?” I say, and I kiss them each once on the forehead. “And you are right. I am not looking to be that person. I know I will not be loved by the humans, or even the other races as I am human, but I want everyone to live peacefully together. Bryan’s order proves that people can change if they are willing. I just need to show them by example.”

  “Good,” Leeha says with a proud smile on her face, but then it clouds over in anger. “But that doesn’t mean that we cannot kill in self-defense.”

  “Except for Brakan,” Bridget says, with just as much anger in her voice.

  “Except for Brakan,” Leeha agrees quickly, malicious grin replacing her scowl.

  “He’s mine,” I tell them both.

  They both look at me, and something in my face must tell them just how resolved I am because Leeha nods. “Brakan is yours.”

  “Now we need to find them,” I say, looking at the beach.

  “I can do that,” Bridget says and then disappears. I look around for her but I can�
�t see her magical energy anywhere, until I look upward and see it floating roughly 200 feet up in the air. I watch her with a smile on my face. Fucking Hell, I wish I could fly. Maybe once I have more time, I’ll research it. Perhaps it’s a spell? Oh, man! I wonder if I can make Journeyman’s boots like they had in an old game I used to play? Maybe not to fly, but to be able to run faster! But then I am brought back to the present with a sigh of annoyance. This world might be getting some game mechanics, but I doubt items like that will ever come to be.

  Suddenly Bridget is next to me once more. “Found them,” she says quietly. “They are about two miles down the beach,” she continues, pointing to my left.

  “Were you able to see anything?” I ask her.

  “No, they are too far, and I can’t zip there as I haven’t been there yet.”

  “Well, let’s see how close we can get. I want to see what we are up against,” Leeha says quietly but vehemently.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “Shit, this is what we are up against?” I say in dismay as I look down at the scene in front of me.

  The camp is more extensive than I expected. Brakan must have been recruiting. Based on what we were told, I had figured we would be going into a camp with 20 Mages and 30 soldiers. Minus the two we killed in the caves before entering the Dungeon. But this camp has well over a hundred people in it. There are tents everywhere, as well as pens full of people. Hundreds of them. Seeing that almost makes me rush down there and destroy all the humans. That is until Bridget puts her hand on my arm to stop me, bringing me back to reality.

  “That’s a lot of people,” Leeha says quietly.

  “More than what we were told. This is going to be harder than I expected,” I say in frustration.

  “I wish there was a way we could just release the pens and let everyone escape, without killing all the humans,” Leeha says with a sigh.

  I look over the camp again, and I see that it’s laid out in a circle, with the Portal right in the middle of it. The Portal looks precisely like the one that God had thrown me through, except this one has a stone base underneath it, with two large stone pillars that are holding it up. I’m too far away, but I am pretty sure if I it was closer, I would see swirling dark lights.