Summoner School 2 by Eric Vall

Author:Eric Vall [Vall, Eric]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-07-14T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“You’re late,” Rarus said as I walked into the arena.

The minotaur stood at the edge of the grass field with a deep scowl on his face and rage in his molten brown eyes. His horns practically glowed in the late afternoon light, and the golden tips seemed sharper than usual. He stomped a giant hoof impatiently, motioned to where everyone had started to practice, and then bent down to glare at me like I was a little kid who’d broken his favorite train set.

“I was busy,” I said and glowered up at the bull-man. “Professor Lovelace is teaching me how to store my mana.”

“Only a weakling needs to back up his energy,” the bull-headed man said. “You should be able to fight with your fists as much as your mana.”

“I’m a summoner,” I said with a shrug. “And if memory serves me, which it does, I did pretty well against you in hand-to-hand combat as well.”

Professor Mortice stood near the bleachers with his hooded head turned toward us. His skeletal face was hidden in the shadows of his robes, but I could almost feel the death stare that he shot in our direction. The necromancer pointed a finger to the green field and then crossed his arms over his chest.

“Summoner or not,” Rarus began as we walked onto the grass, “you need to be more powerful. I will not have anyone saying that a weakling beat me in a fight.”

An evil grin spread across his face as we stopped in an open area, and blue mana started to drip from his fingers like water droplets. The minotaur brought his palms together and formed one of the bubbles that he’d used on Eliana in the battle magic fight. There was an excited light in Rarus’ eyes, and one of the other students moved further away like they knew what was coming.

“I’m not weak,” I said and reached in my pocket.

I didn’t have a lot of spells with me, but there was a quartz with a swarm of wasps in it, and the butterscotch rock with my stored mana. Professor Mortice was behind me in an instant as the rest of the spells in the arena died down because no one wanted to miss another epic battle between the minotaur and the human summoner. I clutched the quartz in my hand but didn’t pull it out as the new battle magic professor came around to stare at both of us like we’d lost our minds.

“You know the rules,” Professor Mortice said in his dry, brittle voice. “Mentees and mentors are not to fight.”

“The human was late,” Rarus sneered. “There’s no one else available.”

“I will not have you act out your fantasy revenge on my field,” the necromancer said, and the air around us grew colder as if death was on its way.

“It’s fine, Professor Mortice,” I said. “I’m not worried about Rarus.”

“See?” the minotaur said and clutched the water bubble in his hand. “I promise that I won’t kill him. Besides, there are healers nearby.

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