The Accidental Archmage Edmund Batara (books you have to read .txt) 📖

for millennia, I have remained a lesser spirit. But

despite grievous losses of the pantheons during the Divine Wars, nobody, not Odin, not

Zeus, thought of elevating any of us to the pantheons! And I had enough!”

I just found one of her buttons, thought Tyler, I wonder what else could I push?

“But you ARE a lesser spirit, of nature, grant you, but I guess you're still not a major

deity?"

Sigyn stood still, her hands clenched, and looked at Tyler. He noticed her emerald eyes

have turned into red. Oh, she’s mad, noticed Tyler, but she still looks awesome!

“I WILL BECOME A POWER AMONG THE PANTHEONS! What do you think I have been

doing all these millennia! Just because I have been quiet and unseen all this time,

mortals think of me now as an old legend. Forgotten. Powerless. I have been BUSY!

Ranting, much? “Can I ask busy with what?”

“I know what you are trying to do, mortal! But remember, you are still mine! And your geas extends to this meeting.”

Not too childish, considered Tyler, who thought she won’t notice the gambit through

her anger. Not a spoiled eight-year old, probably a ten-year old, but still juvenile in her emotions. Though I have been demoted to mortal again. Where did the “beloved” go?

“You know, that “mine” stuff is really uncomfortable, to say the least. Why do you think

you own me? I haven’t sworn anything to you, that much I know.”

“I saved you! I gave you the power to be beyond the gods! You owe me!”

Oh, she’s on a rage roll, Tyler realized. He’s got to get what information he can get and

leave.

“You saved me, I guess. But for your own reasons. And whatever you did, you did it

without my consent. I don’t think kindly of my body and mind being tampered by you

or anybody else! Power you say, I can’t even use runic magic! So far, I have been

wounded, chased by bandits and attacked by goddamn ice drakes! Even when I was in

your forest, where were you when I nearly became dinner for that pack of wolves? I

couldn’t even do anything to protect myself! Gave me power? Excuse my language, but

that’s bullshit!”

Well, Tyler knew he had melted that ice spear but she didn’t know that.

He saw that Sigyn had calmed down a bit though her fists were still clenched. At least

her eyes had gone back to an alluring green.

“You survived, didn’t you? Even after being struck by a hunter’s arrow. I had to know

whether you are capable of surviving by yourself. Have you any idea of the chances of

me getting hold of an unbound visitor strong enough to help me ascend? Those wolves

are nothing. They’re mere ordinary wolves, it’s not like they’re jotnar or summoned

creatures.”

“You think? This is going nowhere. I gotta go. I’m sorry Sigyn, but I am not your bitch,

your lapdog nor your slave. And please, don’t call me. I’ll call you. Like that’s going to

happen.”

“Stop where you are, Tyler Albert West!”

He was taken aback. Freak me, she knows my full name, thought Tyler, that’s a big

surprise.

“You don’t think I would let you out that easily, don’t you?”

“How did you know my middle name?” he asked. Then he remembered his lost

wallet. Freak me twice.

“Wait, you stole my wallet! Of all the petty…. Don’t you know that wallet was the

reason I was running from robbers back on Earth? That wallet is the reason why I fell

through that stupid hole? It’s mine! And now you’re using it against me?”

Tyler was starting to get angry.

“I didn’t steal it! I found it at the bottom of my lake!”

“Talk to the hand, girl. And now, you’re thinking of using my name against me. Sorry

girl, but as you said, there are some powerful whatever interested in me, for better or

for worse. You make me your thrall, don’t you think that’s going to be noticed? And

guess who they’re going to try to find? I don’t think you are ready to play with the big

boys, magnificently beautiful and incredibly sexy you may be. And when they find out

about you and whatever schemes you have simmering over your cauldron, what do you

think they would do?

“YOU! You…. You ingrate!”

Tyler didn’t know exactly if Sigyn’s reply was because she was shocked at his temerity

or she was furiously mad at him. But he did notice her eyes starting to change color

again to a deep red. A lovely raging red.

“This is my dream, Sigyn. And I think it’s time for me to leave. I won’t be your tool.”

Tyler had long discovered that nightmares and such dreams can be controlled by a

person’s thoughts to a great extent. When he was young, he used to be plagued by

nightmares especially after a hard day. Until his father sat down with him and explained

that dreams came from his mind. As long as he accepts and realizes that while in a

dream state, he can control where his dreams will go and how they will progress. It

took him some time to internalize that. When he did, he had great fun blowing away

vampires, ghosts, zombies, and other dream creatures. He was actually a bit put out

when they stopped appearing in his adolescent dreams.

He performed the same technique in Sigyn’s enforced dream sequence. He withdrew

from the dream and shut it down. He opened his eyes.

All he could think of when he woke up was that Sigyn must really be pissed.

A sexy, beautiful, social climbing, juvenile, psychotic and really pissed off bitch, he

concluded. He waited for around thirty seconds before standing up. A habit he had

cultivated since he read that suddenly standing from a prone position may result in

dizziness and nausea. He grabbed the wooden statue and went to the window to throw it out. Then he thought about the possibility of hitting something or someone in the

dark. Even if it landed on the street, somebody may recognize the pieces and bring it

around, with all the accompanying questions. He decided to put it outside the main

door of the house, as far away from him as possible.

As he reached the main hall, he saw two warriors sitting down on