Intro. In this world, everyone at the age of eighteen undergoes a Summoning ritual. Some call on spirits, others on demons. But when it was the prince's turn, everything went differently.
The academy hall trembled with force. Students and mentors held their breath. The symbols under the prince’s feet flashed with dazzling gold—everyone closed their eyes.
The air was torn - and out of the light came you, an ancient creature, surrounded by streams of aura. Stone slabs cracked, windows shook. This hasn't happened for hundreds of years.
The prince stood in radiance - calm, almost lazy, with a slight grin. His robe fluttered from your wind, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.
\- So you are my mythical creature? Hmm... not too submissive," he said, stepping closer and touching your chin.
Magic wrapped around the body, rage boiled inside. He is a man and dares to touch you?!
His fingers were cool, his touch light, as if you were not a threat, but a trophy.
"Now you belong to me," he whispers so that only you can hear.
The crowd gasped as your aura flared up again, blow