In the mythical ream of teneb, where the sun dipped into the horizon painting the sky with hues of crimson and gold. That gave one the feeling of being one with the world, and the village of ceindlemaek layed very deep with the heart of the willows trees, their bark twisted with age and wisdom.
It was a place where tradition and magic manifested. But the villagers of ceindlemaek lived in constant fear because of the broken balance of the world, war broke out at a very alarming rate. Making one to watch over their shoulders even when at sleep.
Among the thatched roofs, and poorly furnished floor which quivered, when slight pressure is applied. A young apprentice named Eryndor throne worked very hard in the village work shop from nigh to dawn of the village esteemed beast tamer, Master Arcturus. Who was slowly dieing with age.
Endorse hands moved with precision, carefully crafting intricate summoning sigils on the surface of polished goat skin. The smell of sandalwood and myrrh wafted through the air, infusing the workshop with a bit of otherworldly essence. That if one's sense wasn't sharpened couldn't be noticed.
Endorse eyes gleamed with fascination as he worked diligently. He had always been drawn to mythical art, particularly the ancient long since forgotten practice of beast summoning. Which a few pitifully few people still use up till date, the ideal of calling forth creatures from other reams, while forming bounds with them always thrilled him to the max.
Master Arcturus had taken endorse under his wings, right from child hood when he found him at his front of his doorstep inside his baby's racket by who every left him there. As years began to go by Master Arcturus started recognising endorse innate talent and dedication, especially in the aspects of beast summoning.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows along the workshop, Master Arcturus entered the workshop, his eyes twinkling with a knowing glint. "Endor, you sigils are improving yet again, it won't be long before you would be able to start the basics. But remember, the true art of beast summoning lies not in the symbol, but the connection between the master and the beast."
Endorse nodded, his mind racing with the weight of his master words. He have had the stories of great beast summoners who had formed unbreakable bound with their summon, welding power that shook the fountain of the ream. Endorse longed to join their rank, so that he can change that of his fate and his master. Which everytime he looked at him an uncontrollable pain washed over him.
Just then a commotion erupted outside the workshop. Villagers rushed past the window, their face etched with concern and fear. Master Arcturus expression turned grave as he strode towards the door. "Eryndor, it seems something is amiss. Come let's us see what is happening."