I come from a long line of people who at the age of 13 summoned weak, pathetic fimilairs. Our family was the only family who had weak fimilairs.
At the age of 13, every child summons their fimilair. Some get wild cats, some get wolves. Others, and by that I mean only my family, get butterflies of all sorts, some of us have gotten lambs.
Our family is pathetic.
Today is my 13th birthday needless to say, I'm nervous to say the least.
While I open my gifts and eat cake with my family gathered around me, my mother grabbed the scroll. It had the spell scribbled on it in ink from the 1700's.
When I finished opening my gifts, I read the spell.
Black shimmering and emerald flecks encircled me. Before me materialized a worm. A worm that was on fire.
It shot a ball of fire at me.
I died.
THE END
