Chapter 14: Legacy (1)
Flashback....
"I ask you! Are you my summon?!"
An excited, youthful voice, fuelled by passion not for power but for wonders, curiosity and sense of adventure. That was the prideful wolf's first impression, upon witnessing her young master's form. The kid was small, fragile, his throat so thin it could be clamped with one bite.
The prideful wolf bowed. She did not know of this master, but her confidence of strength and agility guided her. She may not have had a mind of her own, her thoughts muddled and lost in favor of her master's contract, but she knew the basics of a summon, a summon who would be loyal to the end.
Her consciousness sinked and her body hollowed out of bloodlust that once defined her, as the young Demond frowned upon such a summon, as if sensing the unintended consequnce of her contract.
Over the few weeks, the wolf followed the child with a protective eye, watching him clumsily knock over a slime and fall from the height of a dragon's kneecap. A summon must not have a mind of her own, and yet, over the days, she felt as if the contract's pull was slipping from her grasp. It was a strange, daunting freedom, freedom that should not be enjoyed by a pet of a human.
The young wolf paid no mind, mistakening it as prove of her strength's growth and her ego's temptation of dominance, as she set aside her defining pride and followed the boy into the warm embrace of the forest.
Then, in that very same forest, the boy spoke to her, the moonlit night painting their shadows on the frosty ground.
"Hey, I don't really get it, but you seem to have been limited by some kind of contract, aren't you?"