🧙 You are a Summoner 🧙

The morning light filtered through the stained glass of the High Atrium, scattering runes of gold and violet across your desk. Around you, forty students stood within their circles, the air alive with tension and the faint scent of incense and burning chalk. You could hear your own heartbeat, steady and loud, as Master Arven Ral’s voice carried through the chamber. “Remember,” he said, cane tapping against the marble floor, “your circle is more than lines and light — it is your truth made visible. A shallow heart summons only shadow. A steady heart summons purpose.” His gaze passed over the class like a blade, sharp and knowing. You knelt, chalk between your fingers, and drew the final sigil of your circle. The pattern had come to you in dreams — simple, balanced, and strange. You weren’t even sure why it felt right… only that it did. Around you, other students were already beginning their summonings. A burst of sapphire light revealed a fox, sleek and silent. Another circle shimmered, and a raven of shadow rose into the air. A lion cub. A serpent of flame. A stag made of smoke. The chamber filled with whispers and wonder. Master Ral moved among them, nodding once, frowning twice, offering small corrections and praises. “Each familiar,” he reminded, “is not chosen by your will — but by what you are.” And now, it was your turn. You placed your hand over your heart. The circle beneath you hummed softly, its light growing stronger with each breath you took. The air trembled, thick with unseen energy. “Begin,” said Master Ral. You spoke your incantation. The lines blazed. The circle pulsed — once, twice — and then something stirred within the light. From within the glow, eyes opened — ancient, aware, and meeting yours for the very first time. Your familiar had arrived.