Elemental Summoner 1 D. Levesque (beach read .txt) 📖

underside of a tree’s canopy and it’s nighttime, yet I can see pretty well. The moon must be out.

Then the memories from the meeting I had with God hit me, and I groan again, putting a hand over my eyes. That little fucker was strong. He threw me through the damn portal. Did I maybe enter it too fast, and instead of going through it I hit it, and then slid through after passing out from hitting it so hard? Fuck, it feels that way. I remove my arm from my eyes and look up at the trees. So, I am in a forest. I get up slowly, still unsteady on my feet, and try to take in my bearings. My legs and arms feel odd, though that might be because I just went through a portal to another world.

I look for a bag or something. I don’t see one. That fucker lied to me! There are no weapons here! “God fucking dammit,” I shout into the sky, hoping he hears me. “You fucking lied to me!”

“Though I guess I should be grateful I am not dead,” I say with a sigh as I calm down. Though, how the fuck am I supposed to survive now?

The clothes I am wearing are definitely not clothes from Earth, I can tell that much. I am wearing a pair of gray leather pants with gray boots, and even my shirt is gray leather, with a cloak attached to the back. What am I? The Gray Man? There are pockets in the pants, so I put my hands in them, but they are empty.

I see a pouch tied to my leather belt, gray also, so I pull it open and reach in. My hand hits several pieces of metal, which jingle. I pull some of them out and see that they are coins of different colors—gold, silver, and copper. More coppers than either the gold or silver.

I add up what I just pulled out and I have nine coppers, one silver and one gold. Putting those coins in my other hand first, I reach into my bag again and bring out all the coins in my bag. Counting them, I see that I have twenty coppers, ten silver and just two gold. Is that a lot here? How would it relate to American money, I wonder? I reach into my bag yet again to see if there is a weapon in there, but no such luck. It’s just the money and a piece of lint. I put the coins and the lint back in as I sigh with frustration.

Then I hear it. Singing. It’s a very beautiful voice, but it’s singing in a language I can’t quite understand. It’s almost like it’s just beyond my reach to understand the words. I want to see who is singing, but first I take one more look around for any kind of weapon. Not seeing any, I head towards the voice.

Chapter Four

As I walk through the forest towards the voice, I am sure I sound like a bull going through a china shop. Whoever is singing must be able to hear me loud and clear. I might as well be shouting or banging pots. Actually I would take a pot right now, if I could use it as a weapon to defend myself. Even though there’s no way they can’t hear me, the person hasn’t stopped singing, though.

The wooded area I am in is damp with dew, and I am really unsure how I can see perfectly through the night like this. Walking in the dark back home usually sucked for me. I reach up to scratch the back of my neck and feel something odd, stopping me dead in my tracks. Hair. Long hair being held together by a band of leather. I slowly bring some of it forward, as it’s that fucking long, and see that it’s black – a midnight black. What in the fuck!?! The hair I had on Earth was more of a dark brown and very light and fine. I had expected to be bald by the time I hit my forties!

I reach up to the top of my head, to the back where I know I have a bald spot starting, and I meet hair. Thick hair, not the thin spot of skin that I usually feel through the little hair that’s left. What the fuck did God do? Tentatively, I touch the scraggly goatee I’d been growing on Earth, and instead of that, I feel a beard-a well-trimmed, thick beard-which I am sure is just as black as my new hair.

Quickly I reach into my pants, but my dick is the same size. Thank God. While I was a dork, and short, I had that going for me, as the girls would always tell me after dumping me. I wonder what else God changed? I wish I had a damn mirror! Suddenly, the singing reminds me of what I was doing before I interrupted myself. Slowly moving forward again through the trees, I keep walking as the voice gets louder. Then I see her.

She is sitting on a rock, and she is not human, that much I can tell. Even from this distance, I can see that her ears are the ears of an Elf! I know God said this world had other races, but I thought he meant races of people! Not different species! The Elf is beautiful and unlike any woman I have ever seen. Although she isn’t looking at me, she is facing me, and I can see her eyes. They are an amazing cerulean blue that, even in the dark, seem to shine on their own. She is wearing a leather outfit, but there is no way that this is armor. Unless it’s similar to most RPG games that I have played, where they make women’s armor incredibly skimpy.

She has long blond hair, and as she continues to sing, I realize that although the