Heir Apparent - a Summoner FanFic

Wet Wet Wet

The days and weeks that followed Dorien's visit to Hovalli felt different. Heck, Dorien himself felt different. His glimpse into how his life could have been, of how it could soon be, made his desire to complete his training at Vocans even more prominent. He needed to prove publicly that he could be his own man rather than Alfric's puppet, if he ever wanted to have enough influence to take back his land and inheritance.

He summoned Rashik upon his return to Vocans, with Nadia, Tilly and Micca in attendance in case anything went wrong. Nothing did, and Dorien looked on in awe as his father's, now his, Anubid materialised above the keyed circle. Rashik stood at a little over seven feet tall, his wiry arms crossed over a wiry chest, his dark eyes taking in Dorien and the surroundings as he in turn was taken in.

"He's pretty scary looking." Micca commented after a few minutes of silence.

"How does he feel?" Tilly asked Dorien.

"Proud." He replied in a whisper, experiencing echoes of the demon's emotions through their tenuous link. "Curious. It's odd, I was expecting him to feel like Toralu, going from one extreme to the other. Toralu is all anger, then sullen indifference and back again. Rashik is different. There's a mix there."

Dorien felt a flash of impatience and Rashik took a step towards him. Nadia tensed and Tilly and Micca each took a step backwards. Dorien nodded to himself and raised his hand. Rashik was infused in a flash of purple light. It was a peculiar feeling. When he had first infused Toralu and Lial, they had both been too young to remember much more than impressions and colours, the odd sound or smell, and that meant that they had had little to share with Dorien in the beginning. Rashik, on the other hand, was not a young demon, and he had years worth of memories and emotions that linked to them. This meant that, upon infusion, Dorien felt a swell of not just mana but sensation too. It made him slightly dizzy. He hoped, however, that at some point he would have an infusion dream of his parents through Rashik's eyes.

Nadia began using Dorien's mother's staff straight away. As she was used to fighting hand to hand with a staff anyway, she had no need to adapt her fighting style. With the fire, lightning, telekinesis and shield spells and a summoning circle all carved into the wood, her casting was quickly become almost as efficient and speedy as Dorien's tattoos allowed him.

Neither Dorien's tattoos nor Nadia's staff prepared them for the newest spell  from Arcturus' class, however.

"The hydrokinesis  spell is the water counterpart to a battlemage's telekinesis." The captain began his lecture, striding back and forth in front of the first years. "It is equally, of not even more, challenging to control as that staple." He reached out and etched the spell symbol, three waving lines, before setting it and pointing at the jug on the table in front of him.

"The spell works almost as a combination between the telekinesis and shield spells." Arcturus continued "The telekinesis spell works by creating a lasso of energy to grab at an object. You will need to use a similar grabbing motion for this spell. However, a lasso obviously won't pick up water." He twisted his hand at the wrist until his palm faced upwards the symbol turned with his hand but looked exactly the same upside down. "You must cup the water with energy similar to a shield."

Water seemed to pour against gravity out of the jug until it hung in the air in a perfect sphere. As the cadets watched Arcturus changed the shape of the water he held into a thin sheet, then a brick shape, before making pictures. Many of the class made noises of interest. It's not very practical. Dorien thought to himself as he watched. Arcturus echoed this a moment later.

"This spell requires vast amounts of concentration and control, and only the most skilled casters ever use it in battle." The captain informed them as the water returned to the jug.