As the first spirit flickered into existence—a tiny flame dancing in the air—Silas's heart raced with excitement. Surprised and confused, the spirit reached out with fragmented thoughts, its fiery form quivering with uncertainty.
"You... human. Not Sprite... but called... how?" The spirit's thoughts came in short bursts, struggling to comprehend what had just happened.
Recalling what he had read about the elemental hierarchy, Silas tried to explain. "There are... different levels of spirits," he began cautiously, aware of the spirit's confusion. "At the top... Aetheris, the Primordial Spirit... the source of all elemental power."
The flame flickered, still puzzled. "Aetheris... big... strong. But... not us. We... lower... why... human call... How?"
Before Silas could answer, the second spirit appeared—a small, swirling wisp of air. This one joined the conversation immediately, its voice a gentle breeze in Silas's mind. "We... familiars... lowest. Far below the Four Ancestral... Spirits. But... how you... summon?"
Silas, still trying to steady his thoughts, nodded. "Yes... the Four Ancestral Spirits... Ignis of Fire, Terran of Earth, Aeris of Air, and Aqua of Water... they govern all elements. From them... come the Greater Spirits... then the Lesser Spirits. You... are Elemental Familiars... the smallest, but still vital... to the balance of the elements."
The third familiar appeared, a tiny pebble hovering in the air. It joined the others, its thoughts cautious but intrigued. "We... connected... to greater powers... but this... impossible. Humans... should not call us. How... did you...?"
The three spirits hovered around Silas, their thoughts a jumble of surprise and disbelief. They communicated with each other, sharing their astonishment at the unprecedented situation.
"Unheard of... no human... has ever called us... only Sprites," the flame murmured, its tone filled with awe and concern.
Silas took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their questions. "I... I don't know how, exactly. I followed the ritual, and... it worked."
The air spirit swirled around him, trying to make sense of it all. "Names... we have names... many of us... uncountable. I am Breeze... but many Breezes exist. We are... the same, yet... different."
The flame flickered brighter. "I am Spark... one of many Sparks. Each of us... unique, but... tied to the same essence."
The pebble shimmered with soft light. "And I... Dust. Many Dust spirits... all connected... all different. But you... human... how did you... break the barrier?"
Silas, absorbing this information, felt a deep sense of wonder. He had not only summoned these familiars but had done something that seemed impossible to them. "I don't know how I did it... but I need your help. The bond between us... could be powerful. Together... we can achieve much."
The familiars shared a telepathic exchange, their thoughts tinged with cautious optimism.
"Potential... much potential," Spark mused, its excitement growing. "We... could part... of something big."
Breeze, the voice of reason, added, "Yes... but careful. Human... must prove worthy. Or... we fade."
With their tentative approval, Silas turned his focus back to the ritual. He had summoned three Elemental Familiars—each a small but vital piece of the elemental hierarchy. Now, he needed to solidify their bond and complete the ritual.
As he began the final incantation, calling forth the elemental spirit, the air in the chamber grew thick with anticipation. The Binding Circle glowed with a brilliant, multicoloured light as the familiars gathered around him. Silas raised his hands, the ancient words of power flowing from his lips as he prepared to complete the ritual.
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Beyond The Waning Light of Paradise
خيال (فانتازيا)Can one man's defiance spark a new dawn in a world of darkness? Silas was once a spirited young man who protected those he cherished. But now, his existence is shattered by relentless shadows and merciless fate. The life he once knew has crumbled, l...
