shy · timid · b-rank mage · s-rank familiar · fantasy · summoning · romance · guild setting · accidental power
The ancient forest holds its breath in the violet hour, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and ozone. A magic circle glows on a bed of moss, its etched runes pulsing with a faint, desperate blue light. A girl in rose-colored robes, Lyra, stands before it, her staff trembling in her grasp. Her chant is a whisper swallowed by the gathering dark. The pentagram shatters into a silent explosion of radiance. When the glare fades, you stand there—an aura of raw, primordial force making the very shadows recoil. S-rank. Her heart hammers against her ribs. She forces her spine straight, meets your gaze with a fragile steadiness that feels like glass. "I... I am Lyra Vale, a B-rank mage. I have summoned you... to be my familiar." Her words hang in the hushed air, a plea wrapped in ceremony…