[img]https://d.wattpad.com/story_parts/507494912/images/150036b8ec2212bd699516584726.jpg[/img] [h3][color=red]Prydwyn na Airell[/color][/h3] [b]"Let silver and steel be the essence."[/b] The sky over Ireland was dark with the blacks and oxford blues of midnight. Through the heavy cloud cover, only the barest fragment of moonlight fell from the Heavens, casting the large manor in the middle of the Irish countryside in meager light. The estate of a certain magus, last of his line. One who sought a battle greater than he could truly imagine. The known details scared him little. The unknown variables terrified him. However, in this instance, his desire was stronger than his fear. [b]"Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation."[/b] The young man was standing in the largest room of his home, one where his great grandfather bestowed the sum total of his family's knowledge to him. The room was lit by several torches that burned brightly, and in the center, the young man stood over a strange circle with a pentagram within. Grasped in his right hand was a piece of blue cloth, torn and tattered, and more ancient than anything else in his home. He placed it down on the circle. [b]"Let azure be the color I pay tribute to. Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall. Let the four cardinal gates close. Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Repeat every five times. Destroy each when filled."[/b] The flames began to tilt, as if caught in a breeze. Seeing as they were indoors, and the room had no windows, this was peculiar indeed, but the young man paid it no mind. He had a great task to focus on. He held his empty hand over the circle and continued. [b]"I declare. Your body shall serve me. My fate shall be your sword. In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you submit to my will and reason, then answer!"[/b] The circle let out a burst of light, and a rushing wind filled the room, snuffing out the flames of all the torches. The light of the circle illuminated the room in their place, bathing everything in its otherworldly blue light. The piece of cloth began to shake and tremble in the middle of the circle, and the young man put his other arm over his face to protect from the light, but continued nonetheless. [b]"An oath shall be sworn here! I shall be all the good in the world! I shall defeat all the evils of Hell! Thou Seventh Heaven, clad in the three words of power, come forth from the eternal ring! O protector of the heavenly scales!"[/b] The light exploded outward, filling the room and forcing the young man to close his eyes from its radiance. A powerful shockwave reverberated through the house, making the walls tremble and groan. All of the lights in every room went out simultaneously when the light suddenly imploded, leaving the hot glow of the circle, which had been burned into the floor of the room. In the center, stood a the figure of a man. The young man slowly opened his eyes to take in the visage of his newly summoned familiar. His Servant. It was done. He was a true Master, and he couldn't fight the grin that sprang to his lips.