High Elf - Summoner Fan-Fiction

Chapter 01: Call To War

Fletcher looked out across the fields that surrounded Raleightown, the mountain range to the south of the settlement casting long shadows against the bright grasslands that Raleighshire boasted, the rising sun halfway up on its journey to the peak of its cycle. He then looked below himself, to the small town that he called his home, the view largely obstructed by the demon he was riding, Ignatius revelling in the flight. The bonded pair having been in the sky for over an hour, scouting for potential dangers to the town and the mansion, which was separated from the village by a ten minute commute.

From his vantage point, Fletcher could see the blacksmiths clearly, the long building making a stark contrast to the armoury on the opposite side of the road, square in shape, only half the length of its counterpart but almost twice its height. The town wasn't very large, most buildings being taller rather than longer, boasting density over sprawl.

Despite its relative size, Raleightown's population was something that Fletcher was proud of. Having started at almost hundred, including soldiers, a year later that number had almost doubled to 197. The army that wore Fletcher's Uniform consisted of 34 men, 14 dwarves and 12 elves. Although this number was small among the nobles, they had been trained to incredible standards and were considered to be of the highest skilled in their craft throughout all of Hominum, thanks to the training of Sergeant Rotherham and Sergeant Major Cauldor. Though the two had died in the last ditch effort of the war, their training had not been forgotten, the skill being taught to the new recruits when they joined the ranks.

There were a few others that weren't included when talking about the villagers, but still counted as part of the population. Those were the servants that worked in the mansion, and those that lived in it. There were a total of 5 servants, with Fletcher Raleigh, Alice Raleigh, Othello Thorsager and Cress Freyja living within the mansion. The latter two were dwarves, two of Fletcher's best friends and Alice was his mother. That left 128 inhabitants, the townspeople.

It was no secret that Fletcher was a very open-minded person, treating others as his equal, disregarding their race. This was always noticed when one looked at the demographics of the town. Since the war was won, 7 elves had volunteered to settle down in Raleighshire, the 50 dwarves that had been selected as part of the initial colony had grown to 69, the rest of the population were human 52 of them in all. Fletcher was proud of every single one of them and the progress that they made in order to establish Raleighshire as their new home.

After another 20 minutes, Fletcher decided that it was time to get back home, so he guided his demon towards the gardens of the mansion. The rush of falling into the wind whipped through him, and the sensation caught Fletcher off guard. He was never ready for the sudden exhaustion that followed the exhilaration, but fought it off, for it hadn't even passed midday yet. Once the burgundy coloured Drake had landed, he slid from its back onto the ground beneath him.

Touching his tattooed palm to the demon's skin, Fletcher infused his demon in a flash of lilac light. In the next few moments he was aware of the sensation of another being entering his mind, but as soon as it had appeared, the unfamiliar feeling was washed away,replaced by the sensation of a demon adding their presence to his own. Ignatius wasn't the only demon in his arsenal, he had two others, a Gryphowl and a Phoenix, the prior having been sent out to Hominum to deliver a message to King Harold, the latter residing within Fletcher, where the Drake had just joined.

Once the lilac light of the infusion dissipated, Fletcher began walking through the halls of his mansion, passing over his coat to one the servants gratefully as he walked into the warm building. After a few minutes Fletcher had found Othello, his best friend, waiting for him at the observation deck, where those who lived in the mansion had an unobstructed view of Raleightown. "Hey Othello, how's your father, I noticed that he'd sent you a letter this morning."