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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

After the duel, Skully and I returned to my dorm room to celebrate our victory. But as we examined the *Tome of Summoning Secrets*, something caught my eye—a strange rune etched into Skully's ribcage. It wasn't there before the ritual.

"Skully, what's this?" I asked, pointing to the rune.

He glanced down, his eye sockets narrowing. *"Huh. That's new."*

I flipped through the tome, searching for an explanation. The rune matched one in the book, labeled *"Mark of the Ancient One."* According to the text, it was a symbol of immense power, bestowed only upon the most legendary summons.

"Skully, do you know what this means?" I asked, my voice trembling with excitement.

He shook his head. *"Not a clue. But it looks important, doesn't it?"*

"Important? This could change everything!" I exclaimed. "If you're marked by the Ancient One, you're not just a summon—you're a legend in the making."

Skully grinned, his jawbone clacking. *"Guess that makes me even more awesome than I thought."*

But as I read further, my excitement turned to concern. The text warned that the Mark of the Ancient One came with a price—a burden that only the strongest could bear. It didn't specify what that burden was, but the ominous tone made me uneasy.

"Skully, are you sure you're okay?" I asked, studying him closely.

He waved a bony hand dismissively. *"I'm fine, Master. Better than fine, actually. I feel… powerful. Like I could take on the world."*

I wasn't convinced, but Skully seemed determined to brush off my concerns. He spent the rest of the evening practicing new spells, his rune glowing brighter with each one. But as I watched him, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Later that night, as I lay in bed, I heard Skully muttering in his sleep. His voice was low and guttural, unlike his usual cheerful tone. I sat up, my heart pounding, and saw his rune pulsing with an eerie light.

"Skully?" I whispered, reaching out to shake him.

He jolted awake, his eye sockets wide. *"Master? What's wrong?"*

"You were… talking in your sleep," I said hesitantly. "And your rune was glowing."

Skully looked down at his ribcage, his expression unreadable. *"Oh. That's… weird."*

"Are you sure you're okay?" I pressed.

He nodded, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eye sockets. *"Yeah, I'm fine. Just… tired, I guess."*

I didn't push the issue, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The Mark of the Ancient One was more than just a symbol of power—it was a mystery, and mysteries had a way of unraveling when you least expected it.

Chapter 6: The Mysterious Rune