THE BEAST

I name you

Rules of the Familiar

0. The strength of the familiar is heavily dependent on the summoner's current magical capacity.

Brett forgot all about the bruise on his forehead. He stared at the creature standing next to him in awe.

The creature was in its human-like form: tall, slender with definite jawline. His dark brown hair was ruffled and short, covering up his forehead. The creature's golden eyes shined eerily, staring at Brett.

The spirit looked puzzled as he realized he was in his human form, raising his arm in confusion.

Something is wrong, the creature realized.

First of all, he wasn't supposed to be summoned like this.

Second, there was no way this shabby youngster could have summoned him with his magical ability.

The magical power, Mavis, naturally emanating from the magician was simply too weak to hold his original presence. The creature figured that was why he was summoned in his human form instead of his true self. Never in the spirit's life, he has been summoned like this, in such a ridiculous manner.

"I-I'm Brett, your summoner. What's your name?"

Brett stammered, still unable to believe that he has actually succeeded.

The creature gazed at Brett as if he wanted to tear his head off.

"I do not remember my true name. But everyone used to call me - the Beast."

"...What- oh Wow. That....that is extremely cool," Brett bit his fingernail nervously.

I have the coolest fucking familiar in the entire school.

Brett examined the creature carefully. Was he an elf? A goblin? A tree spirit? Anyway, it was not some stupid dwarf or tadpoles so Brett couldn't hide his excitement.

His excitement was quickly turned down as the creature held up his hands as if to surrender.

"Alright, young one. Let me get this straight. I cannot be your familiar."

What the hell, no.

Before Brett could protest, the beast continued on.

"You know how to end the contract right? Just touch my hand and say the spell - I think it went something like this - Licentia Familia. I grant you the freedom to roam back to the wild."

The beast extended his hand to Brett, his eyes threateningly cold.

"No..! You're my familiar. You're supposed to obey my words!"

"You do realize that the magical bond between us is simply too weak for you to order me anything. You barely summoned me. You're the weakest youngling I've ever met -"

Ouch.

"and I have no hobby in babysitting. Now, please, let me go back to my cave and sleep another hundred years," the creature snapped.

Brett shook his head stubbornly.

"No."

The familiar sighed in exasperation.

"Fine. I'm leaving anyway. Summon me again and I might have to kill you."

With that, the beast stormed out of the balcony and flew out of the night sky.

Brett panicked, looking at the creature flying away from him. There goes his assignment for tomorrow.

Brett frantically searched for something to catch the creature with and saw an old broom leaning against the wall. Oh hell, how he hated flying. Brett sucked at all kinds of magic but he ABSOLUTELY sucked at flying magic. However, this was the only way to catch his familiar.