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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

Sneaking into the library was easier the second time. Skully's newfound powers allowed him to disable the wards with a wave of his bony hand, and we slipped into the restricted section without incident.

The *Tome of Summoning Secrets* had been helpful, but it only scratched the surface. We needed something more—something that could explain the Mark and its origins. After some searching, we found a dusty, ancient scroll tucked away in a corner. Its title read: *"The Legacy of the Ancient One."*

"This has to be it," I whispered, unrolling the scroll. The text was written in an archaic language, but Skully's rune began to glow, and the words shifted into something I could understand.

The scroll told the story of the Ancient One, a being of immense power who had once ruled over the summoning realm. The Ancient One had chosen a select few summons to bear its Mark, granting them incredible abilities. But the Mark came with a price: it bound the summon to the Ancient One's will, and over time, it would consume them.

"Skully, this is bad," I said, my voice trembling. "The Mark isn't just a power boost—it's a trap. It's going to take over you."

Skully stared at the scroll, his eye sockets wide. *"So… I'm basically a ticking time bomb?"*

"Not if we can help it," I said firmly. "There has to be a way to remove the Mark or break its hold on you."

The scroll mentioned a ritual—a way to sever the connection between the Mark and the Ancient One. But it required three rare ingredients: a shard of the Void, a tear of a celestial being, and the heart of a phoenix.

"A phoenix heart?" Skully groaned. *"Why does it always have to be something impossible?"*

"We'll figure it out," I said, trying to sound confident. "We've come this far, haven't we?"

Skully nodded, but there was a flicker of doubt in his eye sockets. *"Master, what if we can't do it? What if the Mark takes over before we find the ingredients?"*

I placed a hand on his bony shoulder. "We're not giving up, Skully. Not now, not ever. You're my summon, and I'm not letting some ancient curse take you away."

For a moment, Skully was silent. Then he grinned, his usual mischievous self returning. *"Well, when you put it that way, how can I say no? Let's go save my bony butt!"*

Chapter 8: The Forbidden Archive