"I beg of you… My slave who lives somewhere in the universe! Oh sacred, beautiful and strong familiar spirit! I desire and here I plead from my heart! Answer to my guidance!"

She was the center of attention again and though she did not appear to be scared out of her wits, Louise was all that and more being only a few steps away from a full-out emotional breakdown. Her entire life was relying on the success of her summoning a familiar, a true mark of being a successful mage and suffering an entire year's worth of failure this was all that she had left. If she failed at this then her future was doomed to bridal practices and then marriage born more out of politics instead of love, rearing children out of necessity than actual desire. Her grip tightening upon her wand, she raised it high above and incanted, "I beg of you… my servant who lives somewhere in the universe!"

It was not the usual chant, rather unorthodox really, but desperation made one do the kind of extremes they'd dare not otherwise. Besides, it wasn't like it was an original chant. Louise had it read to her once in a storybook by her dear older sister when she was but a child still full of hopes for a better future.

"Oh sacred, beautiful, and strong familiar spirit! I desire and here I plead from my heart!"

This was her one and only chance, there would be no others. If she failed this there was no second tries, no hopes for a better tomorrow. Her eyes closed as she concentrated with all her might, Louise never saw how her wand was quivering in her hand, not from her tight grip but with enough magical power to make a visible aura erupt at its tip.

The summoning spell was always intended to extend beyond the reaches of space and time, its grasp limited only by the power and the will. Not to confuse the two, power of magic was absolute but the will, the desire, was absolute. It did not matter if they had power to rival Founder Brimir, if there was no desire there was no familiar, simple as that. So imagine, for just a moment, a summoning spell with that same elemental power with a desire that exceeded the heavens. Space and time were obsolete; dimensional mechanics but a child's toy.

"Answer to my guidance!" With a flourishing twirl of her wand, Louise brought it down, aiming its shining tip at the ground before her a second before it exploded in another massive blast that sent all but the most prepared of her peers, and one slightly balding professor, off their feet.

The familiars, unused to the results of her casting, nearly stampeded or, in some cases, proceeded to grip their masters tight enough to cut off circulation. The rising smoke and dust was thick and her ears were ringing still with the harsh whispering of her classmates only adding further pain but Louise could almost swear... Her lungs froze, expelling air in a disbelieving gasp, her heart hammering at a speed never achieved before and how could it not be when she, the Zero, had done the impossible.

She had summoned a human...


Tamara was a young woman, about nineteen-years-old, with mocha-colored skin and gray hair that was pulled back into a tight-ponytail with strands framing her cheeks along with black tattoo markings on her cheeks and forehead, which symbolized her position as the huntress of her tribe. She wore an outfit that consisted of tiger-fur that was dyed blue: it consisted of a tight tube-top, which showed off her slim-muscular stomach, a matching skirt that showed off her long-toned legs and matching bands that were worn upon her upper-biceps and finally a pair of bronze arm-guards as well as a bronze choker around her neck.

Being raised in a village where men were scarce, the mocha-skinned girl had been raised by the women of her tribe and taught to hunt and move about in the forest that hid the village; she soon gained title Master Huntress due to the fact that she was able to move with the stealth of a panther, the fluidness of a snake and the swiftness of a jaguar.

At the very moment, the young huntress was stalking her prey... a rather large bear that had been nicknamed the Urso Rei, the Bear King. That was known to be much larger than the average bear by standing at a massive height of 10 feet tall, weighing by her estimations about 973 lbs of pure muscle; the bear was currently standing by the river drinking it's fill of water, unaware of the girl readying to throw her weapon...