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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 next morning, I woke up to find Skully sitting on the windowsill, staring out at the academy grounds. His rune was still faintly glowing, and he seemed lost in thought.

"Skully?" I called, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "You okay?"

He turned to me, his eye sockets dim. *"Master, I had a dream last night. A… strange dream."*

I sat up, suddenly alert. "What kind of dream?"

*"I was in a dark place,"* he said, his voice unusually solemn. *"There were voices—whispers, really—telling me things. Things I don't understand. They said the Mark is a gift… but also a curse."*

I frowned, my unease growing. "What kind of curse?"

Skully shook his head. *"I don't know. But I think we need to find out. If this Mark is as powerful as the tome says, we can't ignore it."*

I agreed. The Mark of the Ancient One was clearly more than just a fancy decoration. It was tied to something bigger—something we didn't fully understand. And if it was dangerous, we needed to figure it out before it was too late.

"Let's go back to the library," I suggested. "Maybe there's more information about the Mark in the restricted section."

Skully nodded, his usual cheerfulness returning. *"Good plan, Master. But this time, let's avoid the library guardian. I'm not in the mood for another chase."*

Chapter 7: The Mark’s Warning