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Evan Draycott had big dreams of becoming a legendary summoner. He imagined summoning a dragon, a phoenix, or at least a wolf with a cool scar. Instead, he got… Skully. A knee-high, lopsided, talking skeleton with a knack for mischief and an ego bigger than his tiny frame.  

At first, Evan thought his summoning ritual was a disaster. But Skully isn’t just any skeleton—he’s a cunning, resourceful, and oddly overpowered little guy with a mysterious past. Together, this unlikely duo embarks on a journey filled with humor, chaos, and unexpected triumphs.  

From sneaking into forbidden libraries to outsmarting arrogant summoners, Evan and Skully prove that even the smallest summon can cast the longest shadow. But as their adventures grow more dangerous, Evan begins to wonder: What exactly *is* Skully, and why does he seem to know so much about ancient magic?  

Join Evan and Skully in this hilarious and heartwarming tale of friendship, strategy, and bone-chilling antics. After all, greatness doesn’t always come in the biggest package—sometimes, it’s just a tiny skeleton with a big mouth and an even bigger plan.

My starting summon is OP

The *Tome of Summoning Secrets* was heavier than it looked, both physically and metaphorically. Its pages were filled with intricate diagrams, cryptic runes, and notes scribbled in the margins by generations of summoners. Skully flipped through it eagerly, his eye sockets glowing with excitement.

*"This is it, Master!"* he said, pointing to a page titled *"Unlocking Hidden Potential."* *"With this ritual, we can amplify my abilities and unlock powers I didn't even know I had!"*

I leaned over his shoulder, squinting at the text. "It says here we need rare ingredients: moonstone dust, phoenix feathers, and… dragon's breath? Where are we supposed to get that?"

Skully tapped his skull thoughtfully. *"Moonstone dust is easy—we can steal it from the alchemy lab. Phoenix feathers might be trickier, but I know a guy. As for dragon's breath…"* He paused, then grinned. *"We'll figure it out."*

"That's not reassuring," I muttered. But Skully's enthusiasm was contagious, and I couldn't deny that I was curious about what he was capable of.

We spent the next few hours preparing for the ritual. Skully insisted on drawing the summoning circle himself, claiming that his "skeletal precision" was essential. I wasn't sure if he was joking or not, but I let him take the lead.

As the moon rose high in the sky, we stood in the center of the circle, the ingredients arranged around us. Skully placed the moonstone dust at the northern point, the phoenix feathers at the eastern, and a small vial of what he claimed was "dragon's breath" at the western. (I didn't ask where he got it.)

*"Ready, Master?"* Skully asked, his voice uncharacteristically solemn

Chapter 4: The Tome’s Secret