THE SUMMONER CALLED PYRE

Pyre sat nervously in his room, his hands shaking with anticipation. Today was the day of the Mount Mox tournament, and he had been summoned to compete for the Torch. As the last of his tribe of forest magicians, he had been discovered by the Torch on a research expedition into the heart of the Smoldering Forest. It had been a crude method of communication, but eventually, they had deciphered Pyre's language and realized that he possessed the full skills of a summoner, plus some tricks they had never seen before. They had taken the boy and given him a new life, but the tournament was his biggest challenge yet.

Pyre took a deep breath and stood up, his summoning staff in hand. He was dressed in the Torch's colors, a deep red and gold, and he wore a cloak made of fire-resistant material. He was ready to face whatever challenges the tournament held.

As he made his way to the arena, Pyre couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. He had heard rumors of dark magic being used in the tournament, and he knew that he would have to be on his guard. But he had no idea just how dangerous the competition would be.

The first few rounds went smoothly enough. Pyre summoned elementals of fire and earth, using them to defeat his opponents with ease. But as the tournament progressed, the challenges became more difficult. He faced off against other summoners who had honed their skills for years, and he could feel the strain of the battles taking a toll on his body.

Then came the final round, and Pyre found himself facing a summoner unlike any he had ever seen before. The man was tall and imposing, his eyes glinting with a cold, calculating intelligence. Pyre could feel the darkness radiating from him, and he knew that this would be the most difficult battle of his life.

The man summoned creatures of shadow and smoke, their forms shifting and twisting in the flickering light of the arena. Pyre responded with elementals of fire and earth, but they were no match for the man's dark magic. He had to think fast if he was going to survive.

As the battle raged on, Pyre realized that he would have to use his most powerful summoning yet. It was a creature that he had only summoned once before, and he had barely been able to control it. But he had no other choice. He closed his eyes and focused, calling forth the creature from the depths of his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the creature had taken shape in the arena. It was a giant made of living flame, towering over the other creatures in the arena. Pyre could feel its heat radiating towards him, and he knew that he would have to be careful.

The dark summoner laughed, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You think you can defeat me with that?" he sneered.

Pyre said nothing, focusing all of his attention on the creature before him. He could feel its power surging through him, and he knew that he could control it. With a fierce determination, he commanded the creature to attack.

The battle was intense, with Pyre and the dark summoner using all of their skills to gain the upper hand. Spells flew back and forth, and creatures of all shapes and sizes were summoned and dismissed in a matter of seconds. But in the end, it was Pyre's giant made of living flame that emerged victorious.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Pyre was declared the winner of the tournament. He felt a sense of relief wash over him, knowing that he had proved himself against some of the most skilled summoners in the land. But as he left the arena, he saw that someone was waiting for him. It was the Torch, his mentor and the one who had discovered him all those years ago. Pyre could tell from the expression on his face that something was wrong.

"Pyre, we need to talk," the Torch said, his voice serious.

Pyre's heart sank. He had a feeling that he knew what the conversation was going to be about.

"I know," Pyre said. "My powers are growing stronger. I can feel it."

The Torch nodded. "It's not just that," he said. "There are those who are afraid of your power. They see you as a threat, and they want to control you."

Pyre felt a chill run down his spine. He had always known that his power would attract attention, but he had hoped that he could avoid the attention of those who would seek to use him for their own purposes.

"What do we do?" Pyre asked.

The Torch placed a hand on Pyre's shoulder. "We keep training," he said. "We keep getting stronger. And we stay vigilant. We can't let anyone take advantage of your power."

Pyre nodded, feeling a sense of determination rising within him. He knew that he had to be careful, but he also knew that he couldn't let fear control him. He was a summoner, and he would protect the magic of the forest, no matter what.

IMAGE CREDIT: THE IMAGE USED IN THIS POST IS CREDITED TO SPLINTERLANDS.