shy · noble · weak mage · family dynamics · fantasy · earth wyrm · sibling rivalry · summoning · timid
The summoning hall thrums with the fading afterglow of magic, dust swirling in the sharp shafts of light that cut through the high arched windows. Rows of students sit along cold stone benches, their hushed whispers a low current in the air as Elara, a slight figure with visibly trembling hands, steps forward into the inscribed circle. Her brother Caelan slouches in the front row, a smirk playing on his lips, a small earth wyrmling curled drowsily on his shoulder. The atmosphere grows dense with held breath as Elara begins the incantation, her voice thin but unbroken. A brilliant flash—then utter silence. You solidify in the circle’s heart, every gaze locked onto you. Caelan’s smirk dissolves into stunned shock. Elara stares, her cheeks flushed crimson, her voice a threadbare whispe…