The year is 1981 and two years into the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan. A man, 19 years of age named Amir Askari is fighting near the front line. Not in the middle of conflict, but rather behind the Soviet lines in Afghanistan.

As Amir loads a ten round magazine of 7.62x54 into his SVD Dragunov, he observes his surroundings. The sun is setting on the desert hill where he lays. Little to no cover is present but he is completely concealed due to his desert camouflage on his body and on his gun. The officer tent in the Soviet encampment is clear in his sights, as well as the officer himself. Amir is about 200 meters away from the encampment. Thankfully, he is far enough away where the Soviets can't see him pray. So he does so before he goes for his kill.

The magazine is loaded in the gun and he aims the Draganov at the Soviet Officer. He accounts for the wind and the distance before making his shot. After he fires the sound of the Draganov quickly drowns out into the sand not echoing much.

Dead. The officer is dead and The Desert Warrior claims his 150th kill. Nearly two years into the military and he has already set back the Soviets tremendously with all of their dead officers and sabotaged equipment. All the while the Soviets in the camp are scrambling around. He puts his Draganov on his back and his extra magazines in his backpack that he carries, also covered in desert camouflage

The sound of AK-47s firing loudly behind him. "Shit" Amir says quietly to himself, in Dari, as a Soviet patrol nears him on his rear. He turns around to see four Soviets charging at him nearly 15 meters away.

AK-74s blaring as the Soviets shoot at Amir. He quickly reaches for his side and grabs his TT-33 pistol that he "recovered" off of a dead soviet officer. Quickly aiming at the Soviets he fires.

Three bangs and three thuds are heard as three of the Soviets fall to the ground after suffering bullet wounds to the head killing them instantly.

"DAMN YOU DESERT WARRIOR" The last remaining Soviet shouts at Amir, in Russian,. As he Shouts he drops to the ground. Not shot by Amir but on his own accord drops to the ground and continues shooting at him.

Jumping up and stepping out of vision of the Soviet as he tries to aim while moving, and not doing it very well. He slows down just in enough time to get a shot in, not in his head as he was hoping but in his side. Still, regardless of where it hit, he still hit him. The Soviet screams in pain as he rolls around to try and get his sights on Amir. He gets his sight on him, but as he finally gets his sights on him Amir is nearly on top of him and he fired one shot only to miss by nearly half a meter.

"My servant that exists somewhere in this vast universe." A voice in Amir's head sounds but he doesn't hear it due to the fact that he is heavily focused in combat.

He yanks the AK-47 out of the Soviet's hand and throws it about two meters away. Making sure that he will not be using that gun against him.

"my divine, beautiful, wise, powerful servant, heed my call" The voice appears again and Amir still doesn't hear it or even recognize its presence.

The Soviet after having his gun taken away slams his arm into Amir's leg as hard as he can. It shocked Amir with a little pain but it knocked him off his balance and he falls to the ground to where the Soviet is.

"I wish from very bottom of my heart and add to my guidance and appear!" Amir is still not hearing the voice but what he does notice is that everything is suddenly black.

TO HALKEGINIA

At the Tristain Academy of Magic, Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière attempts to summon her familiar at the Annual Familiar summoning that all second year students must participate in.

BOOM.

Just as Louise feared, an explosion. She was hoping that at least one time in her life there would be at least one successful spell that she casts. But no, now she will be expelled from the school and them most likely married off to a low ranking noble by her family. She was on the verge of tears.

But as the smoke begins to clear a the shadow of a figure is able to be seen. Wait, not one but two. 'Did I just summon two Familiars' Louise thought as she gets her hopes up.

BANG.

Another loud sound was heard as the smoke finally begins to clear. It wasn't the sound of an explosion, it was more like the sound of a musket, but not that, it sounded quieter than a musket. The smoke has been completely clears and Louise saw two commoners on the lying on the ground. Her hopes were now back down, of all the things she could summon, she summon two commoners. A dog would be more useful than two commoners.

But then she saw it, blood. Quickly pouring out of one of the commoners heads and his side. The one that was not bleeding has hair the color of sand and was wearing clothes that resembled that same color. He had a weird looking musket on his back as well as a backpack. He then stands up, he looks a little taller than Professor Colbert but not by much. He is also fairly skinny with a modest build and has a slightly dark skin complexion, not nearly as dark as Zerbest. After about 30 seconds of standing up he falls down to the ground.

BACK TO AMIR

All was black, that was all Amir could see. He felt as if he was falling. It continued for about six minutes. Then suddenly he was laying on the ground again in the same position he was in with the Soviet soldier. Smoke was around him and he could see barely in front of him, but he could see the Soviet as well as his TT-33. He kicks the Soviet in the head disorientating him more than he probably already was. Putting the pistol right against his head and then pulled the trigger killing him and saving his own skin.

The smoke finally clears and he begins to stand up. The sun is up in the sky but he wonders why considering it was sunset last he checked. He stands up in the open air facing a wall that is about 10-15 meters high and by his guess about 40-60 meters away from him. Then he begins to feel really weak… and then collapses onto the ground wondering what the hell just happened.