Familiars Don’t Always Have Fur

The next morning, Riven awoke with a presence beside him—not a creature, but a glowing tether of energy shaped like a phoenix made of starlight. His familiar had finally come—not through force or tradition, but through truth.

The phoenix, whom he named *Vex*, spoke in feelings more than words. Loyalty. Pride. Love.

At breakfast, students stared as Vex hovered protectively at his side. Even Aldric couldn't find a snide remark.

"I guess you're not broken after all," someone muttered.

Riven didn't reply. He didn't need to.