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

keep our voices down? We don’t know what's around here,” said

Tyler. The young man’s voice was starting to grate on him. It was an irritating voice

even without being loud. He could see the young took an instant dislike to him. Well, I

don’t like you too, asshole.

“Do not presume to tell us what to do, mortal. Know your place!”

“And who are you to tell me that, Mr. Bubbly Personality?” asked the annoyed

Tyler. Again, with the shouting? Wait, did he say mortal?

“Such insolence! DIE!”

The youth rushed at him, spear pointed at Tyler’s heart. Caught flat-footed by the

reaction, his mind went into overdrive. He didn’t expect him to be such a hot-headed

murderous bastard. Moreover, the unnatural speed of the attacker already enabled him

to be at the halfway point to Tyler.

But Tyler’s annoyance at the youth proved to be life-saving. As his attention was on the arrogant young man, his testiness enabled him to react with a quick spell.

AWAY!

The force of the spell threw the youth back to the trees. His body smashing into a tree

trunk. He lost his spear and his shield. Accompanying his flight back were dirt, small

dead branches and other ground matter picked up by the spell. Tyler still hadn’t found

the finesse to control the spell’s effects.

Tyler’s eyes turned to the woman, expecting her to make a move against him. But the

woman just stood there and watched their encounter. She had sheathed her sword and

crossed her arms. She clearly intended to be a mere spectator.

The youth groggily got back on his feet. He drew his sword and again rushed at Tyler

with his inhuman speed. His face a rictus of hate and anger.

Man, this guy’s not going to stop. His verbal slip there means he’s a divine or more

likely, a demigod. No way I could hurt him with ordinary magic, Tyler thought. But I

could exhaust him to the point he gives up. It’s worth a shot. Don’t want to kill him

though.

LIFT!

As this was a spell unpracticed by him, he barely could control its effects. The attacking

youth rose up, together with a good part of the ground around him. But the lifting

didn’t stop at a determined height. It was as if the young man went flying up together

with his immediate surroundings. Tyler’s eyes followed his lift-off. Stealing a glance at

the woman, he saw her watching the youth fly up too. After about a hundred feet up,

the young man started falling back to the ground. The silent woman didn’t do anything

to help the falling demigod.

The ground shook when the youth hit and the ensuing impact created a shallow crater.

The sound of the young man’s body hitting was a considerably loud thud, with some

metal jangle from his armor. Tyler watched the woman first if she would react. Nothing.

She stood there and watched. After a few seconds came the moan of the fallen youth

who was trying to stand up.

“Yes. Definitely a demigod. Can’t be Ares or any of the major Greek players. Too young.

Even for Eros. Hell, Eros wouldn’t be this crazy,” Tyler considered.

Finally, the woman spoke.

“Erethizo. You let your temper rule you again. You’ve been of no help to me at all. First, those dark elves. Instead of leaving some for questioning, you killed them all. You did

that twice. Now, this. Leave me. Go home. I have warned you already of the

consequences of your temper.”

The woman’s words were calmly stated but her voice carried a coldness which

permeated the air. It was the voice of a precise, emotionless and experienced warrior.

The youth slowly stood up, looked at the woman as if to protest his banishment but

thought better of it. He turned to the forest and walked back. His form gradually

vanished before he reached the trees.

Tyler watched as the woman walked towards him. Definitely a goddess. She had this

aura about her. She also felt a lot more powerful than Eira.

The woman stopped around eight feet from him. A safe distance, Tyler noted, not close

enough for a sudden sword attack. He did notice her hand was close by the hilt of her

sword.

“My apologies for Erethizo, mage. His temper has always been his problem. Took after

his mother, I suppose, though he could have done with a bit more brain.”

“His mother?”

“Eris, our god of discord and strife. I know you have guessed by now we’re not mortals.

That impact would have killed even a giant.”

“Greek gods, I presume? And you are…” asked Tyler.

“My, a bit presumptuous, are we? I guess I owe you that after what that fool tried to

do. I am Alea.”

“Forgive my presumption, my Lady. But what are Greek divinities doing here?”

“You’re one of Odin’s own. I suppose matters will reach his ears anyway. We were

worried about Ymir’s plans as of late. His preparations are more extensive and worrying

this time around. A Nordic Ragnarok will not serve our purposes. Skaney is a growing

trade partner of the Greeks and we are on good terms with this land’s pantheon.

A jotunn kingdom in Skaney is not to our interests.”

“So why don’t you help?”

Alea looked at him with a questioning gaze, one eyebrow lifted in surprise.

“As a mage, you know the divine rules. We can’t directly involve ourselves. The Greek kingdoms are also far away and disunited. But even if they send their help, the war

would be over by the time they get here. For now, we are puzzled by what is

happening. And wish to know more before our own preparations.”

“You seem capable by yourself. Why bring pretty boy along?”

“His mother wanted him to gain experience. I didn’t expect him to be such a headache.

But be on guard, mage. I will be explaining matters to his mother. I am sure she will

not take steps to create friction between our pantheons. But the boy is another matter.

Youth and temper are a volatile mix. He may not take his defeat lightly. And with that, I

say well meet and goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Alea. May fortune bless you.”

“Oh, Fortuna will. And you… you look well and powerful enough for a mortal. Intelligent

even. Impressive. I do hope we will meet again.”

Alea smiled but her eyes stayed with Tyler for a