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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 courtyard fell silent, the dark energy of the Ancient One dissipating into the air. Skully stood at the center of the battlefield, his rune glowing faintly with a soft, golden light. The Ancient One was gone, its form reduced to a pile of ash.

"We did it," I said, panting as I collapsed onto the ground. "We actually did it."

Skully grinned, his jawbone clacking. *"Told you we'd pull it off, Master. I mean, sure, it was close, but that's just how we roll."*

I laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet courtyard. "You're impossible, Skully."

Professor Grimshaw approached us, his expression a mix of relief and awe. "Evan, Skully—you've done the impossible. The Ancient One is defeated, and the academy is safe."

"For now," I said, my voice tinged with exhaustion. "But what about its followers? Are they gone too?"

Professor Grimshaw nodded. "Without the Ancient One's power, they've lost their connection. They'll fade away, just like the portal."

I let out a sigh of relief, my shoulders relaxing. "Good. That's one less thing to worry about."

But as I looked at Skully, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was still off. His rune was glowing faintly, but it seemed… different. The golden light was tinged with a faint, ominous red.

"Skully, are you okay?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.

Skully tilted his head, his eye sockets narrowing. *"I'm fine, Master. Just… tired, I guess."*

I wasn't convinced, but I didn't push the issue. We'd just fought a battle for the ages, and we all needed time to recover.

Chapter 19: The Aftermath