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Nekomancer
Legacy Name: Nekomancer
The
Scribble WyllopOwner:
QuagsireAge: 9 years, 2 weeks, 5 days
Born: April 17th, 2015
Adopted: 9 years, 2 weeks, 5 days ago
Adopted: April 17th, 2015
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
The lilac sands of the Sacred Lands took on a navy hue as dusk approached. Light shone out of the peaked windows of the Summoning Tower in slender yellow rays, a warning to other Academy students that the Tower was currently in use.
The young wyllop's textbooks were illuminated by the light of a fat candle that was just beginning to melt. They boasted the usual titles of a novice student of magic. Simple Spells of Summoning. An Introduction to Magical Theory. Magic & Mayhem: A Condensed History of Wizard Politics.
Ziggy swiped a slender arm over his brow, wiping sweat away with the gold-edged sleeve of his navy cloak. School colors, of course. He looked nervously at the Circle of Containment he'd just formed.
Summoning was not a form of magic that could be taken lightly. Mess up a transfiguration and you could end up with a whiskered teapot that would hiss and growl, but such creatures were harmless and easily changed back by the wave of a professor's hand. Summoned shapes required the caster to be alone. A student whose circle was weak or who mispronounced a word could be looking at an ultron demon with an attitude that wanted nothing more than to lay ruin to a town or three.
There was no backing out when the Circle was closed. Ziggy started to murmur the Ancient Words of Summoning, his voice rising to a squeak and falling to a whisper. His whole body was trembling and his heart pounded as a blob of dark matter appeared at the circle's heart.
It began as an inkblot that wriggled impatiently, shooting out four tentacles that transformed into slender legs. Pointed ears erupted from a small skull cuntaining two milky white eyes without pupils. The shade cat landed gracefully on the floor, studying him through narrowed eyes. When he proved less interesting than a patch of dead shadow stalks, it bent its head and began to groom its forepaw.
It took every drop of Ziggy's courage to step within the circle but if he wanted a passing mark on this assignment, there was one task he must complete. He clutched the sheet of Matter Paper in a sweating palm. When a shade made contact with the page, black prints would appear on the surface.
He shrank back at the twitch of the shade's ear, dropping the paper to the floor. It tilted its head to the side, considering the way his whiskers bobbed up and down as he tried very hard to control his urge to cry. The other students were always bragging about their summoning successes but he just couldn't get over the thought that this little shadow might suddenly spring up and engulf him in dark matter that would drain his power like water going through a straw.
He tried to hold the creature's gaze but he just couldn't. He shrank to the floor, covering his face with his hands.
Something gently smacked the back of his hand. The cat was on its feet, giving him that same look of curiosity. He reached out very slowly to touch its head, feeling the rubbery resistance of shade skin. It wasn't so scary, really. Not that he'd want to take it home with him, but maybe an hour with this particular shade wouldn't be so bad.
He didfeel a bit foolish talking to a cat like a person, even a shade cat. Shades were supposed to understand the language of the summoner. It was worth a try.
"Er...I'd like for you to walk across this paper. It's very nice paper, smooth and flat. It will only take a moment and then I promise to send you back."
The shade cat looked down at the page, up at Ziggy, then stared for ten solid minutes at nothing in particular. Like most cats, it refused to take orders and preferred to give them. It butted its head against his palm again, demanding attention.
He gave in for a few moments, even trying a bribe of dead fish. It had said in this week's chapter that shades were particular to foods that had rotted for a while. This piece of fish was from the bottom of the merchant's herring barrel and ought to be quite a treat. The shade cat sniffed it for a moment and turned away.
The minutes trickled past until the five-minute warning bell buzzed. Ziggy was fed up at last. Grabbing the yowling shade, he attempted to toss it to the center of the page. It seemed to freeze in midair, controlling its fall to land as far from the paper as the circle would allow.
"Do you want us to be here all night?" The threat of tears was growing stronger with each passing minute. The incantation was only good for an hour and time was running out. "You know very well that I can't release you until you do as I ask."
The shade cat yawned, showing black gums and very white teeth. Ziggy sank to the ground. He was going to flunk out because of a cat. His brother would never let him live this down.
The crinkle of paper made him look up. The cat played with the edge for a minute, shooting Ziggy a smug look before very slowly walking its length. It twitched the tip of his tail, demanding to be released as was its right under the Rules of Magical Relation.
Ziggy was so glad to be alone as the glow of the Circle faded. One could hardly blame him for making up just a few details in his required report.
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