NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1: Chapter 1 The Summoning
Chapter 1
The Summoning
Julius Reyes Chavez POV
It was midnight and I sat in the dim lighting of my bedroom at my desk looking over my CYOA Build on my pc.
Arrival: You, CYOA, Easy, Higher (Tier 5), Spring, 2007, Drop-In, Canon Earth Bet, Boston.
Perks: Blank, Mental Barrier, Sanctity of The Mind, Trumped the Trump, Who Wants to Live Forever?, Immortality Failsafe, Invictus, 'Plot' Armor, Manton Protected, Holding Back, Sixth Sense, Inheritable.
Powers: Shardless, Essence of a Shard (Normal), Mover (Reaction), Shaker (Handmade), Breaker (Icy Hot), Striker (Precise Strike), Brute/Thinker (Painkiller), Brute (Genetic Template), Striker (John 2:1-11) , Thinker/Brute (Waste Not Want Not), Brute/Breaker (Efficient Autonomic Systems), (Brute) Deadpool, Perfect Condition, Wifi, Psionics (D&D), Arcane Magic (D&D/Pathfinder), Planeswalker (Magic: The Gathering), Artificer (D&D), The Craftsman, Inventory, Dragon.
Drawbacks: Conscious Geas (Taken 2 Times), Fallen Worship, Dimensional Flux, The Summoning, Extremely Obvious Summoning.
Skills: Five Styles Artist, Adaptable Martial Arts, Martial Weapons Master, Parkour, Survival, Stealth, Ambidextrous , Mechanical Engineer, Visual Arts, Doctor, Chemistry, Biology, Mathematics, Internal Clock, Healer, Master Craftsman, Driving, Babel.
Items: Specialized Tools(Taken 1 Times), Bagel.
Then I looked at the details I typed up on wordpad.
Dragon Species: Obsidian Dragon.
150 Years of Dragon Experience:
30 Years Flight
40 Years Arcane Magic School Conjuration
40 Years Arcane Magic School Evocation
40 Years Arcane Magic School Abjuration
Conscious Geas:
Kill Jack Slash. Kill The Warrior Entity.
Five Styles Martial Artist:
Kickboxing. Baguazhang. Grappling. Judo. Aikido.
Specialized Tools: Blacksmith Tools
Everything looked good so I pressed the checkmark on the CYOA, and lost consciousness, my face slamming into the keyboard.
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Redlord Medical University, Boston Massachusetts USA, Earth-Bet
Jessica Jefferson POV
I lead my sorority in setting up the summoning circle in the football stadium, as Jane set up the live stream. I'd found the thing online and it'd stuck with me ever since. I felt an itch in my brain whenever I wasn't working toward its completion. The longer I went without working toward getting it made the more my brain itched. Let me tell you, it is extremely aggravating being unable to scratch the inside of your own head, especially since doing so would be fatal.
It took a while to get the entire sorority on board despite being head of the sorority, but I managed to do so with copious amounts of blackmail and peer pressure. Luckily we were finally drawing the thing. I had gone back to try and find the website I found the summoning circle on, but it was gone. No traces whatsoever. Luckily I seemed to have memorized it.
Now as Linda, Jenny, Kate and Tina all finished drawing the massive summoning circle in the field, with the machine used to paint the field lines on the grass, I went over the final steps with everybody.
Jessica, "Daniella do you have the obsidian bowl?"
Daniella, "Yes, President!"
Jessica, "Good! Does everybody have their knife?!"
The Sorority Girls, "Yes, President!"
Jessica, "Good everybody pass around the bowl and make sure to add some blood from your palm. Nobody is allowed to share knives and cut your palms only! We don't need any health issues or disruptions to the ritual! After that everybody surround the circle and do not step within or on the circle."
The Sorority Girls, "Yes President."
After everyone had added to the bowl and surrounded the summoning circle I had Jane start the live stream and led the chant. After four minutes of chanting I poured the obsidian bowl of blood onto the circle and it lit up with a red glow in the night.
I shouted the final line of the ritual, "Come forth Great Dragon, oh walker of worlds and save humanity from destruction!!!"
Then with great gales of wind and loud bang a red pillar of light shot up into the sky from the summoning circle. As the itching faded and I stared at what I had wrought I wondered, "What have I done?"
As the light faded it left behind a giant black dragon with fiery orange eyes glowing in the darkness of midnight. The dragon looked around confused and said one word, "Motherfucker."
Several of the girls fainted and the dragon scrambled over to the stadium ledge and flew into the sky on its massive wings that gave off the same obsidian luster as the bowl.
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Julius Reyes Chavez POV
I soared into the sky as people in the streets below screamed and scattered, while some filmed me with their phones. This was fucking Earth-Bet, I was in fucking Worm, dear god man. There's no other explanation, I needed to take on human form and hide before they thought I was an Endbringer. Willing myself to take on human form my body twisted, and shrank, spinning through the air as I floated to the ground.
My shape took on the form of a large muscular human male borrowing my old body's pale skin and black hair as a black on black business suit formed around me. A pair of black cowboy boots forming on my feet, black leather gloves on my hands and a black formal raincoat on my shoulders, A black cowboy hat forming on my head. Somehow as my eyes peered out from beneath my cowboy hat I realized my irises gave off a soft orange glow.
It was too late however, the people had fled me in a stampede as they saw me land and the Protectorate were coming down the street. I noticed a few people dead or dying on the ground from the stampede and began using spells to heal them. I stared at the dead bodies as the Protectorate pulled up, Bastion at the head of what appeared to be a dozen super heroes.
Bastion approached in his plate armor and I turned my eyes to him.
Bastion asked, "What are you?"
Something irked me about the way he said it.
Hence I answered, "I'm a True Dragon. Motherfucker."