The Summoner Guild (On Hold)

First Adventure

"Dear Aguth,

'Somehow, I got mixed up with a group of mentally unstable people and we kind of killed someone important. As a result, we're all having to be moved to a different training facility because a lot of important people probably hate us now.

P.S.- Did you know that this guild was actually training people to become the next dark lord? It's pretty hard to believe, I know. But if you actually did know, I promise to make your life as hard as possible when I finally get home.

Your loving son, Kyle'

Sighing to himself, Kyle threw his unsent letter into the fire as he wondered just how he could word the events that had transpired. Somehow, the last letter just hadn't felt like the right kind of thing that someone would send to their mother, you know?

"Hey, how long will it be until we reach your fairy forest anyway?" Morgan asked while holding his hands over the camp fire.

"Do I look like a walking map to you? I don't even know where we are now!" Livana complained.

"We're about a day's travel away from Krunnel, Kyle's hometown." Guisen stated. "As for how long it will take, two, perhaps three days at the most until we reach the Elven Forest. That being with the help of my golems"

"That's not nearly soon enough!" Morgan complained.

"Hey, it could always be worse." Livana shrugged before looking at Kyle. "Speaking of which, I really didn't expect you to try to blackmail the headmaster like that... I have to say that I was quite impressed. I didn't think that you had it in you."

"Of course he's devious. He's my general, after all!" Morgan stated proudly.

"Please don't say anything about it. I'm already regretting the fact that my morals are slowly eroding just by hanging out with you people..." Kyle complained.

"Morals or not, it was a good thing that you retaliated against that man." Guisen stated. "I have connections with both the kingdom and the higher-ups in the summoner guild, so I can assure you that he'll not get away with punishing you simply because his pet monster was defeated. And before you start brooding that you killed someone, all of you should know that a person stops being a person when they turn into a monster. Which is exactly what Tiril was."

"So... could we be sent back to Facility Six?" Kyle asked.

"I'm afraid not." Geisen sighed. "Once a decision is made by one of the headmasters, it is final, even if it is only made by the headmaster of Facility Six."

"Is there some difference between the headmasters?" Morgan asked thoughtfully.

"They serve as... milestones, if you will." Geisen explained. "There are eight facilities, and also eight headmasters that you would need to defeat in order to be allowed into the final tournament that decides the next dark lord. The headmaster of the eighth facility being the weakest and the first being the strongest."

"And I'm guessing that a potential dark lord would have to defeat them in order, according to the old man's words before." Kyle mentioned almost to himself, thinking back to how he'd stated that Morgan hadn't earned the 'right' to face him. "Well, it's not like it's my goal, so I don't really care."

"But it is our goals." Livana stated dryly. "And as a general, my goal is your goal, is it not?"

"Indeed. You should think of your station more!" Morgan pointed an accusing finger at Kyle.