Fan Fiction ❯ Summoner ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

 

 

With a final flap of its wings, the Dragon settled down amidst the small buildings that made up The Resistance HQ. A settlement that was easily disassembled and moved, it was nestled amongst a pair of mountains called appropriately enough the Dragon's Teeth, and overlooked the great western ocean. Across the watery expanse was the original Elvish Nation, and the capital city of Salis-Daar.

 

A crowd of humans appeared around them expectantly, but Sasha's face said it all. A General stepped forward and knelt in front of his daughter. “Did you get him, Sasha?”

 

“Wounded, not killed. It will have temporarily weakened him though.” She sounded bitter. “Only three of them made it to his chambers, and he did away with them pretty easily.”

 

General Jiin grimaced. Some of his best troops had been sent on that mission, over a dozen of them, and only three had made it to the Overlord. “Still, at least you're back with me, it's been far too long.” He smiled and pulled his daughter into a hug.

 

Shan'Dai was talking to the dragon quietly when the General approached and nodded his thanks, handing the man a small purse filled with gold coins. “You know, you should consider working for us full time; you're a wanted man in the Evlish nation, and there aren't any other Dragons to Slay.” He commented, watching the cloaked individual pet the giant creature on the nose, then turn to face him.

 

“Maybe some other time. If you want me you know how to get me.” His low voice resonated with a dry wit, but the high collar that came up to his nose hid any trace of a smile. With a magically enchanted jump, he mounted the Dragon's neck once more patted her twice on the side and the creature kicked off with a roar. The Humans instinctively ducked.

 

“Our numbers are growing every day, and a lot of our Captains are working full-time at the various retreats training up ex-slaves. We're going to be able to have an army soon.” The general said, smiling with pride. Sasha merely shrugged.

 

“If we have one army, they'll have a hundred, we couldn't take a city and hold it.” Sasha sounded miserable.

 

“I know you feel like you've wasted a chance, but we got to him. We've proved he's not invincible, and if we've done it once, we can do it again.”

 

She nodded and ducked slightly as they entered one of the larger huts. Waiting for them was a true spirit if ever there was one. She was clad in white billowy robes that flapped and wrapped around her, half melting into the air, half reappearing, it was like looking at a white flame. An elemental, and one of some repute, Wash was the General's top advisor. “Fillip says he may have found a summoner.” Wash stated without preamble as she drifted forward, running a hand affectionately through Sasha's hair.

 

“A summoner? But their power left our world at the start of the war!”

 

“He and Nikolai both agree that he is an incredibly powerful being, and his is not bound to an element or even two. He also has no idea of his true heritage.”

 

“Where is he now?”

 

“He arrived at Hyllyard Heights and asked to join the resistance, and right now is being trained.”

 

The General paused for a moment, contemplating the news. The Summoners were Mages that transcended the usual barriers that limited most beings who could work magic. Summoners were said to commune with the great spirits of the land and were a terribly powerful force 200 years ago, but Supreme Overlord Xavier had enlisted the help of the xenophobic and reclusive Iagans to wipe out every last Summoner. If there was another summoner, even an untrained one, the raw potential would be unimaginable, and more valuable than every single member of the resistance put together, as that single person could change the face of the war.

 

“We need to train him, first in the combat of men, then in the combat of mages. Leave him at Hyllyard and have Captain Grody train him up, then ask Fellip and Nikolai train him to his true potential. Once he's mastered the elements, we'll meet this boy.”

 

Wash nodded and breezed out of the hut towards the communications orb hut. However it was to make a call of a much different nature.

 

 

 

On top of the pseudo-mountain that housed Hyllyard Heights stood three individuals. Two were elementals, one a feathery avian, the other a wispy, willowy figure that seemed only partially solid. The third was tall, gaunt, and clad only in black. His skin was a pallid white and his eyes had no white to them.

 

“He is definitely a summoner. I went to East Ridge and studied the human graves. He is a descendant of Invictus.” Spoke the avian. The willowy being nodded in affirmation.

 

“In that case, we must time our actions carefully.” She warned “But he cannot stay here for long, there are too many unknown factors, especially the Drakes. They'll be beginning their march within 3 months”

 

“An Elf attack would drive them out.” The monochrome figure stated flatly.

 

“At least then they'd stand a chance of escaping.” Fellip said, looking over his shoulder absently.

 

“Then it is decided. Fellip get the Summoner to Bleak point, then we'll come for him in a year.” Wash stated, flicking her ivory hair from her face.

 

“The attack will come in two months' time.” The tall figure said with finality, and without a word of goodbye, the three left to go their separate ways.