That's not what shortselling means: Frilia's History
One year later, in the heart of Vassalheim, the gnomes siblings were hard at work in the tree like tower of Illiskar the Wise, a powerful wizard heavily involved in the politics of the kingdom. Julan was thriving in the studious atmosphere as much as Frilia was struggling, but she was stubborn and was working very hard to outperform her brother. Deep inside of her, she doubted she could ever do more than creating the few magical effects she was able to do. She did have fun with the illusions she had managed to master relatively quickly, tapping into her forest gnome heritage, but that was her only strength. Julan was already lobbing firebolts, manipulating object at a distance, even sending her messages when she least expected it, and had that annoying lizard always with him.
For the 40th day in a row, she reviewed the mystic words in her small spellbook, seated cross-legged on the hard marble floor, her little nose wrinkled with concentration. Lifting her eyes, she looked at the ingredients she had gathered in the seemingly endless stockpile of the tower. Carefully, meticulously, she picked each one and examined it thoroughly. She couldn't fail again, when Julan had managed it after 5 days. Six months ago.
She just couldn't!
Hearing a crack, she looked down, at the spell component she had just broken in her hands. Resisting the urge to scream, kick everything and flee the tower, she got up and went back to the store, seeking another branch of that particular tree. Back in the summoning room, she started again her examination of her spell and component. She couldn't fail!
With a sigh, she put the ingredients in the little brass burner and using the powers she had acquired, lit them on fire. Quickly she started her incantation, repeating the mystic phrases over and over again, thinking about the cat she wanted to summon, nose pulled up in concentration... when a message from Julan reached her, breaking her train of thought. Scrambling with her invocation, she messed up the mental image she was looking for and started thinking of a bird, before coming back to a cat, her anger at her brother manifest in her summoning...
She couldn't fail!
Without realizing it, the smoke from the brazier increased to proportions that the small stack of herbs should not have been able to achieve and she started coughing, stubbornly continuing to cast her spell.
Slowly, the smoke evacuated to the ceiling of the room and, eyes closes, she was still repeating the mystic words.
I think you can stop now
Stunned, she opened her eyes, then blinked the residual smoke away.
Hello, you called me. My name is Yukiko, what is your name?
Fri.... Fri... Frilia.
Pleased to meet you, Frifrifrilia
Where was that voice in her head coming from? She had imagined a cat but there was nothing but the brazier and her spellbook on the ground.
No, my name is Frilia. Frilia Silverstring. Where are you?
Swooping down from the ceiling, a creature she had never seen before landed in front of her and she rubbed her eyes to make sure it was real. A small cat, with brown fur stripped with black, it's paws and muzzle white, was in front of her, like she had imagined. But that cat had wings! Feathered wings came out of it's back, dazzling colors in its plumage, reds, blue, green, yellows, orange, almost like a butterfly wings.
The cat-thing looked at her with unblinking yellow eyes, then started to lick it's paw, very cat-like.
Are... are you my familiar?
You called me. I am here.
Frilia started to feel tears of joy slipping down her cheeks... she had succeeded! She had succeeded!
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