ᴡᴍᴍᴀᴘ: ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰

A Generation's summoning.

- An extras chapter.

It was time for the summoning rituals to begin, and all members of the Imperial family that had not yet bonded to a familiar were to obtain one on the day that peaked upon the sundial's holy arrow, and such a day was rare, and such a chance came only once for each person of the bloodline. 

All throughout the long history of the empire that was established centuries ago, familiars were summoned to the members of the Imperial family through a contract made in stone by the very first ruler of Obelia who had shaken the hand of the God of spirits. 

Anastasius snuck a look up at the emperor, his father- and saw there was pride in his gaze that wasn't leveled at Claude. That should be enough, he thinks before he steps onto the summoning circle. 

The chant coming naturally to his lips, his mind supplying him with the right words, and all that he can hope for comes to light as his familiar answers his call. 

For even if he had less mana than Claude, he was still the firstborn of the emperor Aeuvm, and for that, he would not be a disgrace to the Imperial family.

An emerald green feathered serpent, thin wings upon its back as it slithered across Anastasius' shoulders, settling its head upon his blonde hair as cheers erupted from the stands at his success.

Oh, if only he knew of the future and what it would hold. 

Claude de Alger Obelia steps up to the circle this time, and all he can hear is the beating of his own heart, the rush of blood in his head as he tries to keep his breathing under control. 

The circle lights up gold again, and he lets go of that first nervous breath before he lets the chant flow from his mouth, gem eyes flicking up towards the emperor that had already turned away from him. 

Hurt rising in his throat, Claude turns back to the pull from the void, deep-rooted hatred roiling in the pit of his stomach and his fists turn white under the pressure he pushes onto himself as he whispers a name that would answer him. 

Then, it came forth.

A terrible roar that shook the very floor of the building, and the crowd began to scream after a moment of aching silence that told Claude that they had processed the fact that they could die that very day. From the familiar that he had summoned. 

A wild stampede ensues, family-employed magicians being called to their masters' sides to protect them or teleport them home and staring in awe at what the second born of the emperor had brought forth from the stars above them. 

A smile crooks upon his lips, and his hands outstretched, welcoming his familiar as it rose from the circle in a cloud of ash and smoke, flames licking at his boots as he looks up, and up, and up- at the golden dragon that had never been recorded in the entire history of the Empire. 

The first Empress of Obelia had summoned the holy dragon that had been white, but the golden dragon symbolized wealth, pride...and perhaps most importantly, Claude's glory as the Imperial bloodline. 

As he names his familiar, he can feel the link between their minds and when he turns around to face the emperor that had been protected by the magicians of the tower, he snickers in delight at the fact the emperor was looking from him to his familiar with something that he could put a label to.

Envy. Jealousy. Want. 

A familiar the emperor could not have for himself and something he could not give Anastasius with a wave of his hand. Something that was Claude's and his alone. 

He turns back to the majestic dragon, the golden scales shimmering under the light, crumbling walls around them as the sheer size of the dragon made his height miniscule in comparison.