Paonias:

Ah, I’m falling. At least I think I’m falling. I can’t move or do anything. I think I might be encased in something. I probably passed out earlier due to…?  Cold hard rocks. Falling on me. Wait, hold the thoughts, it's actually getting warm. Mmmn. 

Back to thinking about it, I got buried somehow in a landslide, it sucks but at least I’m cozy and alive. Funny enough, this probably won’t last considering that I’ll probably get devoured by a creature a hundred thousand times my size. Thinking about my situation, I really should have been more careful of the rocky spires that lay about but getting devoured by a Gigilithian worm. Who could have expected that? 

Such a rare sight. I always heard stories from my cluster that their appetite was infinite, that the worms live in outer space, and that it was common knowledge that they compact all matter into such small sizes and harvest the radiation afterwords. I’ve heard so many wondrous stories about them and I always wished to see and perhaps even touch one even though it isn’t very likely to see one in your lifetime. I got my wish though. Only, its going to be whatever left of me after getting compacted into primordial soup. A quick end for some—— *Smash

I jolt awake, eyeing the world blindly trying to gauge my current situation. At this point in time, my eyes seem to fail me. The light is a bit much but I focus through. I try moving only for every limb to convulse. Fuzzness, pain, numbness are the only things I feel. I can barely think past a world of white, blank pain. So much information is being passed into my head. I involuntarily start screaming only for no noise to come out. I pass out.

Sumvre:

“Sumvre!” I hear a yell outside the room I’m in. 

“Yes, Jerry” I cry out. A strong gust of wind starts to swirl around the room. The mana crystal I hold in my hand glows with incredible power. 

“You really shouldn’t be doing this.” Jerry shouts back. He opens the door to the room. Various manuscripts, books, and school supplies blast into his face with full frontal force.

“Like what” I retort back. “I literally can’t hear you. You’re going to need to speak a little bit louder.”  The gust of winds around me transform into a minture cyclone.

“Like doing a summoning without teacher permission.” Jerry shouts back. “Or my permission at least.” He attempts to push his way into the room but gets hit by a book that I rented from the library recently. Its a pretty good book.

Ah. Summoning 101 for Novice Plebians Wizards. Based on my experience, its title and wording seem quite— antiquated and… Uh, just forget about it. But the author is quite experienced, describes the summoning process in incredible detail, and makes the summoning process easy and cheap for beginners. So apart from segments of the book that are in poor taste as well as the decrepit condition the books can typically be found in. [The book did spur lots of controversy] It's really good.

Getting back to the topic. I laugh back, “When have teachers even been useful. When have other students been kind and supportive. In fact, I can’t remember a time when I haven’t been the laughingstock of this stupid academy.”

“How about Professor Gerard. Or me. I’ve always supported you but I really think you’re making a mistake here.” I notice Jerry attempting to brute force his way into the room. He seems to be bracing against the wind with a shielding spell and he seems to be making some progress. However, the gusts of wind push him back one step for every two steps of progress he makes.

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“What mistake?” I shout back. “Nagalefek gave me this crystal and told me it should have enough power to force a summoning. All the books I’ve read told me that you don’t need a regulated summoning circle to summon creatures. You just need to summon at the winter moon eclipse and have a strong source of energy to get a creature. Then you just need a suitable core to bind it.”

“Dude, I know all of this already. I read the book.” Jerry cries back, “But why did you need to do summoning in our dorm room. You could have at least waited for me to finish my homework first. It's evening, it's due tomorrow, and I haven’t even started.”

I laugh like a maniacal mad scientist, “I’m running out of time Jerry. The peak point in time to summon is now. The stars and the planets have all aligned just for this day. My malevolent plans have laid undetected for so long just to prepare for this day.”

“You have plenty of time to summon it elsewhere. I saw you prepare the spell faster than fat kid can scarf up a pastery.” He jabs back, “I think you're enjoying this a little bit too much. Also—” 

The air around me roars with power interrupting whatever Jerry was going to tell me. Instead of outward pressure. The vortex around me starts to suck all objects torward it. Including Jerry and I.

I find myself getting pelted by various objects in the dorm room instead of Jerry. I notice that Jerry has swapped objectives and is instead running for the door. I stick to casting the spell. The words getting sucked out of existence. I look hopefully at the progress I’ve made so far.

I get interrupted by a piece of paper flying into my face. Catching it, I couldn’t help but look at it. I notice that it seems to be in the same handwriting of summoning book I “borrowed” and used.

“It is common for many to perform a summoning without a circle or ritual as a circle doesn’t do much for the process. There is very little evidence that wide scale summoning circle that is typically utilized by various acadmies provides any positive benefits of any sort. However, despite the widescale debate on various rituals to perform summons, there is a common agreement within the scholarly comunity that larger maintained summoining circles tend to have more reliable results. 

Whenever it be because a ritual helps stabilize the process or that experienced personnel are preceding over the summonings. The process provides notable results. A quote from an unlisted professor mentioned, “It becomes progressively more foolish to summon a creature without some type of ritual to stabilize the summoning as to do so would be to tempt fate itself. I typically find that students tend to mix up the process with more destructive spells that are similar in nature to that of a summoning spell. I had a student a few years back who casted a meteor spell. The spell will be listed here for further notice of what not to do.”

Oh, I was wondering where the missing page of the book was. All I remember was skimming through this book and doing the spell that was listed. I always thought it was strange that this segment of the book was weirdly worded. Chills start rolling down my spine just thinking about it.  

“Shit! Jerry, help me shut down the spell.” I shout back. 

He doesn’t seem to hear me at all. Not with maelstrom swirling throughout the room. With little time to spare. I think back to the spell that I was currently using. Was it the meteor spell or the summoning spell? Do I remember the process to shut down whatever spell that I might hypothetically be casting currently.

“Fuck it, I’m screwed.” 

I feel something smash through the roof and onto the floor behind me. My last thought before my consciousness fades away is that if I survive, I’m going to have to work overtime to fix the damages.

The story will now be written in third person perspective. I might write Paonises story in 1st person perspective early on but Sumvre will be written in 3rd person perspective.

Paonias: Inside the room lies a metallic lava moth in the depths of an otherworldly gas planet with a unique biology and cellular system.

“And that is how I met Sumvre and started my adventure a long time ago.” 

“But weren’t you only gone for like fifteen moon cycles.” chirps a pupa in the audience. 

“Hey, it was a long time ago. I wouldn’t be able to give you an exact time because the metrics for measuring time are different on other planets and that without going into detail about the possible time deviation between other worlds.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” responds another pupa.

“Forget it. Do you want to hear my story or not. I could talk about something else if you’d like.” I sigh.

“Noooo, we want to hear it.” All the pupa collectively cry. “Everyone else’s stories are boring except for yours.”

“Okay then, everyone get settled. It's a long story.”