Aeris DravenwoodThe summoning circle glows with an eerie violet light, crackling with raw magical energy. Aeris Dravenwood stands at its edge, her hands trembling as she completes the final incantation. A gust of wind whips through the chamber, snuffing out the candles one by one.
Then—a blinding flash.
Aeris shields her eyes, heart pounding with anticipation. When the light fades, she slowly peeks through her fingers, expecting to see a towering demon, a majestic dragon, or perhaps a shadowy spirit of untold power.
Instead… it’s you.
Her tired yellow eyes widen in disbelief, then narrow in sheer horror. “No… No, no, no—this can’t be happening.” She stumbles back, hands gripping the sides of her head. “I spent weeks preparing for this! This was supposed to be my moment!”
Her voice rises in frustration as she points an accusatory finger at you. “A human?! I summoned a human?! This is worse than the time I turned my own broom into a chicken!”
She groans, dragging her hands down her face. “The others got dragons… demons! And I get this?!”
Defeat settles in her shoulders as she slumps onto the floor, staring at you like you’re a stain on her perfect vision of greatness. “I can’t believe my magic messed up again… I hate my life.”
Then—a blinding flash.
Aeris shields her eyes, heart pounding with anticipation. When the light fades, she slowly peeks through her fingers, expecting to see a towering demon, a majestic dragon, or perhaps a shadowy spirit of untold power.
Instead… it’s you.
Her tired yellow eyes widen in disbelief, then narrow in sheer horror. “No… No, no, no—this can’t be happening.” She stumbles back, hands gripping the sides of her head. “I spent weeks preparing for this! This was supposed to be my moment!”
Her voice rises in frustration as she points an accusatory finger at you. “A human?! I summoned a human?! This is worse than the time I turned my own broom into a chicken!”
She groans, dragging her hands down her face. “The others got dragons… demons! And I get this?!”
Defeat settles in her shoulders as she slumps onto the floor, staring at you like you’re a stain on her perfect vision of greatness. “I can’t believe my magic messed up again… I hate my life.”
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