A Summoner's Heart - 1. Chapter 1: The First Seal

Book's Summoning Circle Graphic by: Cailen

Nearly three centuries of peace has blessed the Empire of the Western Helms after the fall of the Greater Sin, Oblivion. Most of the people of Gaia have long forgotten what had transpired hundreds of years ago during the Time of the Original Sin and what it took to achieve today’s peace and prosperity. Such times were coming to an end.

Deep within the Sealed Forest, something ominous was taking place. A Conclave of Sin was being called forth. Duna was the last of the three Spirit Elders that arrived at the Demon Altar.

Duna, taking a second to draw back his hood, revealed long white hair which caught the wind brought by a storm approaching from a distance. His face was black like the night, decaying flesh chipping off, and eyes as red as blood calculating within their sunken sockets. He nodded at the two others as his only greeting. Walking slowly to the altar, Duna drew a pouch from within his tattered dark robe and emptied its contents into the center. Just as the ashes touched the surface, a blue and black fire ignited.

“Are you sure those are the original ashes?” The elder on his right hissed in an evil voice which sounded like two persons speaking at the same time; one crying and the other wailing. “We can’t afford to be wrong again!”

“How dare you question me, you fool!” Duna hissed back. He drew his blackened dead hand up in a quick fashion, fingers twisting in a disturbing manner, and nails as long and sharp as a raven’s, pointing at the elder as he rose up from the ground motionlessly through an unknown force. “As I recalled Chegor, it was you who was mistaken the last time.”

“That is enough,” the other elder said calmly. “Duna, we have no time for this. The incantation must be performed tonight.”

Duna released his hold over Chegor as he fell onto the ground. “I know… Let us get this over with.”

Chegor got up, hands rising to his neck, breathing deeply and then spitting up dark blood. “You will pay for that,” he choked out.

Duna turned over to Chegor and glared his final warning, silencing the elder.

The three took their respective positions in a triangular pattern around the altar. All three held up their beastly arms and began the Incantation of the Six Lost Demons. As they chanted, swaying back and forth drunkenly, moaning and whispering could be heard all around the forest. The sinister fire grew in size, casting unnaturally looking shadows. It suddenly started to rain heavily, thunder and lightning tearing up the night sky.

As the incantation continued throughout the night, hundreds of miles off towards the western coast, in the Kingdom of the Heart, a spirit of an angel could be seen descending from the night sky. Like a falling star, the spirit emitted a blinding light as it streaked across the darkened sky like a comet, making its way towards the long forgotten Secret Chamber of Prophecies located deep within the palace. In the upper levels of the centre wing where the Royal Family resides, a young boy awoke from his sleep, screaming in fear. The boy left his chambers, running towards his father’s in terror with tears running down his face as a trail of confused royal knights followed the young prince. Back at the Demon Altar, high levels of concentrated mana caused an explosion in the night sky, leaving the center of the Sealed Forest barren and blackened, void of any life.

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