The air hung heavy with anticipation, a tangible buzz of excitement that crackled around me as I meticulously packed my gear. Tomorrow was the day. The day my training with Dad would finally begin. I couldn't wait to step into the heart of the forest, to learn the ancient ways, to become stronger. But as I drifted off to sleep, a sense of foreboding crept in.
The morning dawned bright, promising a day of adventure. I was practically vibrating with excitement, picturing myself honing my skills alongside Dad. But as I pulled on my boots, the sky betrayed us. A symphony of thunder roared, and a torrent of rain poured down, transforming the world into a blur of grey. Dad, his face etched with disappointment, announced the postponement of our training.
"Why today?" I grumbled, my spirits plummeting. "I was so ready!" The rain seemed to mock my eagerness, a relentless downpour that refused to relent. I needed something to occupy my time, something to keep the restless energy at bay.
Aunt Kyla's room was my refuge. She was always busy, her hands perpetually moving, creating something new, something magical. I burst into her room, a whirlwind of energy. "Good morning, Aunt Kyla!" I chirped, hoping to brighten the gloomy day.
Aunt Kyla looked up, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Good morning, Faelan. What brings you here on this dreary day?"
"I'm bored, Aunt Kyla," I confessed, my voice laced with a hint of desperation. "Can I borrow some books? Anything to keep me occupied."
Aunt Kyla chuckled, her voice a warm melody. "You've read all my books, haven't you? You devoured them while training with me."
"Yeah, but maybe there are some I missed," I pleaded, my eyes wide with hope.
"I'm not sure, but you could try the old room downstairs. It's full of our old things. Maybe you'll find something interesting," she suggested, her voice laced with a hint of nostalgia.
"Thank you, Aunt Kyla. Love you!" I blurted out, my heart brimming with gratitude.
"Haha, welcome. Love you too," she replied, her smile radiating warmth.
I raced downstairs, the old room beckoning me with its promise of forgotten treasures. The air was thick with the scent of dust and forgotten memories. I fumbled for a lamp, its warm glow casting long shadows across the room. The room was a jumble of forgotten items, each one whispering tales of a bygone era. I searched for books, my fingers brushing against old clothes, dusty trinkets, and forgotten tools. My heart sank as the search proved futile. Then, I saw it—a large, ornately carved chest nestled in the corner, its lock gleaming ominously.
"Lightning magic... whatever you call it," I muttered, my fingers tingling with a familiar energy. I summoned a small ball of electricity, a miniature bolt of lightning crackling in my hand. With a surge of power, I unleashed the energy—the blast barely a whisper, but enough to shatter the lock and reveal the chest's secrets. Inside, nestled amongst a collection of magical trinkets, lay a book. Its cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age, but the title, etched in bold, black letters, sent a shiver down my spine: Summon Beast.
I quickly cleaned up the mess, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I couldn't wait to delve deeper into the book's secrets.
Aunt Kyla, hearing the door slam shut, peeked outside. "Wow, he found something good," she murmured, her curiosity piqued. "I wonder what it is? I want to know too."
Back in my room, I devoured the book, each page unveiling a new world of magic and wonder. I saw pictures of fantastical beasts, each one more extraordinary than the last. But one image stopped me in my tracks—a wolf, its eyes burning with an ethereal light, its form radiating an aura of power. The caption read: "Wolf Absorber, a mythical beast summon capable of absorbing magic, both its summoner's and those around it."
I ached to summon it, to feel its power surge through me. But the book warned of the intricate process. I needed to create a magic circle, a conduit for the summoning, a channel for the beast's power. I searched for something to draw with, my fingers landing on a piece of chalk, forgotten beneath my bed. I began to draw, the chalk gliding across the floor, creating a complex web of symbols, a gateway to another world.
Once the circle was complete, the book instructed me to place a drop of blood on its center, a sacrifice to bind the beast to my will. I pricked my finger, a single drop of blood welling up, a crimson jewel against my pale skin. I let it fall onto the circle, a crimson teardrop merging with the intricate web of symbols. Finally, I needed to speak the chant, a formula of ancient words, a key to unlock the beast's power.
"Summon mythical beast Wolf Absorber," I whispered, the words echoing in the silence of my room.
At first, I thought nothing had happened. But then, a surge of electricity coursed through me, a tingling sensation that started from the drop of blood and spread outwards. Suddenly, a deafening crack of thunder split the sky, a bolt of lightning striking the roof of our house, its path guided by the magic circle.
My mother, startled by the sudden roar, dropped the spoon she was holding. Aunt Kyla, in the midst of a spell, jumped back in surprise. Even Dad, sound asleep, was jolted awake by the deafening thunder. They rushed towards my room, their faces etched with concern. The door creaked open, and a thick plume of smoke billowed out, obscuring the room. As the smoke cleared, a small, furry form emerged from the magic circle, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. A young wolf, its fur as black as midnight, stood before me, its presence radiating an aura of power.
My parents and Aunt Kyla gasped, their eyes widening in disbelief.
"A young wolf?" Dad exclaimed, his voice laced with astonishment. "How did it get here? Don't tell me Faelan brought it back and broke our roof!"
Aunt Kyla, ever the voice of reason, chided him. "Are you crazy, Brother? How could Faelan get a wolf from a wolf tribe if you guys don't even know where to find one?"
Dad, realizing the absurdity of his accusation, chuckled. "You're right, he hasn't even stepped foot in the forest yet."
My mother, her eyes scanning the room, noticed the magic circle. "Wait, what's that drawn on the floor? The wolf is standing on it."
Aunt Kyla, her eyes widening in realization, pointed at the circle. "Yeah, there's something drawn there... Wait, that's a magic circle! Don't tell me... Wait, Faelan, what was that book you found in the old stuff?"
I held up the book, my heart pounding with a mixture of pride and trepidation. "It's a book about summon beasts. I was curious, so I tried it."
Aunt Kyla's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait, you summoned it yourself?"
I nodded, a grin spreading across my face.
Aunt Kyla, her curiosity piqued, snatched the book from my hand and flipped through the pages. She stopped at the page depicting the Wolf Absorber, her breath catching in her throat. "Wait, according to the book, this is a... Haa! This is a mythical beast summon?!"
Dad, his eyes glued to the book, confirmed her suspicions. "Yeah, it's a mythical beast summon. But why is it so small? According to the book, it should be as big as a human. And how did he manage to summon a mythical beast? The book says it's very unlikely to summon one."
My mother, her eyes filled with pride, placed a hand on my shoulder. "I think our son, Faelan, is really a talented kid. I expect him to be even stronger in the future. So let's just let him be. Between, congratulations, Son. You managed to summon a mythical beast."
I smiled at my mother, my heart swelling with warmth. I had done it. I had summoned a mythical beast.
My mother, ever the practical one, turned to Dad. "By the way, Gerald honey, you have nothing to do today, right?"
Dad, still reeling from the shock of the wolf's appearance, looked at my mother, his brow furrowed. "Ah, yeah, why? Do you need me to do something?"
My mother, her eyes twinkling with mischief, smiled. "Fix our roof. Use the tree Faelan knocked down the other day."
Dad's jaw dropped. "Wait, how am I supposed to cut down that tree? It's huge! And it's hard to cut wood outside, especially when it's raining."
My mother, her voice laced with amusement, replied, "If you can't cut down the tree, then I'll cut it down and dry it for you."
With a swift movement, she grabbed her sword, the blade gleaming in the dim light. She pulled Dad with her, and they stepped out into the rain-soaked world.
The rain had subsided, leaving behind a damp, misty air. My mother, her eyes focused, drew her sword, its blade catching the faint light of the sky. She cast a spell, a whisper of magic that ignited the blade, transforming it into a blazing inferno. With a swift movement, she began to chop the tree, the fire crackling and spitting, the wood splintering under her powerful blows.
My mother called out to Dad, her voice ringing with authority. "Hurry up, Gerald, before it starts raining again and the wood gets wet."
Dad, still marveling at her power, scrambled to gather the wood, his eyes wide with awe. He couldn't believe the ease with which my mother wielded her magic.
As Dad climbed onto the roof to begin repairs, I turned my attention to the wolf. It stood quietly, its eyes fixed on me, its presence radiating a strange sense of calm. I reached out and touched its head, my fingers sinking into its soft fur. The wolf didn't react, its gaze unwavering. But when I touched its paws, a jolt of energy surged through me, a tingling sensation that spread through my body. My palm glowed, a strange mark appearing on my skin. Then, a voice, young and clear, echoed in my mind.
"Now we are connected. You can talk to me in your mind, and I can talk to you."
I was startled, my mind reeling. "Wait, who are you? How can you talk to me in my mind?!"
The wolf, its eyes filled with intelligence, answered, "It's me, the wolf in front of you. I don't have a name. It's part of my power."
I pondered its words, my mind struggling to comprehend the implications. "Wait, how can you not have a name? You're a summon beast, right?"
The wolf, its voice tinged with a hint of sadness, replied, "You see me as a small, young wolf, and I was just born six months ago. I was suddenly summoned to this place."
I understood then. This wasn't just any summon beast. It was a young one, a creature barely out of its infancy, thrust into a world it didn't understand. I felt a pang of sympathy for the creature, a sense of responsibility for its well-being.
"If you don't have a name, can I give you one?" I asked, a gentle smile gracing my lips.
The wolf, its eyes gleaming with a hint of curiosity, answered, "Sure, I'll let you give me a name, since you summoned me."
I looked at the wolf, its black fur shimmering in the dim light, its blue eyes reflecting a depth of intelligence. "Because of your black fur, and your blue eyes, I think 'Fenrir' would suit you. Do you like it?"
The wolf, its tail wagging slightly, nodded. "Okay, I agree to be called Fenrir. Now, I'll ask you, what's your name?" Fenrir asked, its voice filled with a hint of curiosity.
"My name is Faelan, Faelan Azure," I replied, a wave of pride washing over me.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Faelan Azure," Fenrir said, its voice filled with a hint of warmth. "Now, what's the first order you want me to do?"
I smiled, my heart filled with a sense of adventure. "For now, I don't have any orders for you, because it's raining. But in a few days, I'm going to train with Dad in the forest. Would you like to come with me to my training so you can get stronger?"
Fenrir, its eyes gleaming with excitement, answered immediately. "Yes, I agree. I want to come with you to your training so I can get stronger too."
I was happy with Fenrir's answer. "Then let's rest until the weather gets better."
I sat down on my bed, Fenrir settling beside me, its warm fur a comforting presence. The rain had stopped, but the sky remained overcast, a reminder of the power that lay dormant within me. I had summoned a mythical beast, a creature of immense power, a creature that would become my companion, my confidante, my friend. And as I looked at Fenrir, its eyes reflecting the depths of its power, I knew that my life had just taken a dramatic turn. The world of magic, once a distant dream, was now my reality, and I was ready to embrace it with open arms.