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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

We decided to seek answers in the academy's archives, a vast library filled with ancient tomes and forgotten knowledge. If there was any record of Skully's rune or the voice in his head, it would be here.

The archives were quiet, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and dust. Skully hopped onto a table, his rune glowing faintly as he scanned the shelves. *"Where do we even start, Master? There's so much here."*

"We start with the rune," I said, pulling a heavy tome from a nearby shelf. "If it's connected to something ancient, there might be records of it in the older texts."

We spent hours poring over the books, searching for any mention of runes, ancient beings, or mysterious voices. It was tedious work, but Skully's occasional quips kept me from losing my mind.

*"Hey, Master,"* he said at one point, holding up a book with a crumbling cover. *"This one says that ancient runes were used to bind powerful spirits to objects. Think that's what happened to me?"*

I frowned, taking the book from him. "Maybe. But if that's the case, why are you… you? You're not exactly an object."

Skully shrugged, his rune flickering. *"Maybe I'm a really fancy object."*

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling. "You're definitely something."

As the hours passed, we began to piece together fragments of information. The rune on Skully's ribcage matched descriptions of an ancient binding ritual, one used to seal away powerful entities. But the details were vague, and the texts were filled with contradictions.

"This doesn't make sense," I muttered, flipping through another book. "If the rune is a binding, why is it affecting you now? And what's this voice you're hearing?"

Skully hesitated, his rune glowing faintly. *"What if… what if the binding is breaking, Master? What if whatever's inside me is trying to get out?"*

I looked at him, my stomach twisting. "If that's true, we need to figure out what's inside you. And fast."

Skully nodded, his eye sockets narrowing. *"There's one more place we can look. The **Chamber of Echoes**. It's a place where the academy stores artifacts too dangerous to be left in the open. If there's anything about the rune, it'll be there."*

I hesitated. The Chamber of Echoes was off-limits to students, and for good reason. The artifacts stored there were powerful and unpredictable. But if it held the answers we needed, we didn't have a choice.

"Alright," I said, closing the book. "Let's go."

Chapter 39: The Forgotten Memory