stories of magic practioners roamed the campfire in the wooded Splinterlands, although not one of them had seen it in the flesh, images of a certain vividness plagued their minds. Indeed it was at this time, late in the night that the kids were feeling immense fear, but there was one kid who felt inspired. A kid who's anger at the world around him was so bountiful and fierce it left his adversaries quaking in fear. Growing up he had always been particularly fond about the so called lord of fire. It was said that this being was the most powerful flame demon, and had quite the reputation of burning his enemies from within... whether that meant burning their minds or quite literally their bodies was up for dispute, either way it sounded fierce. suddenly there was cracking branches in the bush around them, the kids looked around with a chilling nervousness. But it was only a cat who jumped out which quickly scampered off at the sight of the children, relieved they called it a night and went to bed.
10 years later
the boy was now a young man, having moved away on his own a couple years back, he had traveled the Splinterlands in search for power, and power he had found, in the form of an ancient summoners book, within it contained a step by step guide to enslave the fire demon, or so it claimed. he had spent the last year gathering the equipment he needed to perform the ritual. eagerly he had awaited this night for too long. drawing his hood he lit his candles and incarnated a pentagram around him, then he began to read out the call
"Oh great lord of fire, hear my words, i direct you to summon yourself forth"
when he uttered the last word their was a feeling of fire burning into his eyes, he shut them quickly from the pain, tears streaming down his face, when he reopened them he looked down at his feet, they were red and claw like... this wasn't how he remembered himself to be. Confused he yelled
"Show yourself"!
but the only response he got was of his own voice echoing throughout the woods...
