Spring 3 456
Soveth awoke in an alley, his dog Max sat there obediently, he had been watching his master sleep, curled up back against the building behind him clutching his father's notebook against his chest. Life just wasn't the same without his parents, he could no longer attend school as he had no parents to pay for it, he enjoyed learning, but as of now he had no real means to make any coin. He had been begging here and there for scraps of food for him and his dog which kept them going, if that's what one would call it, it was a miserable existence for the young man, the only thing left of his parents was his father's notebook. Which itself was coded, he knew the code, but it still somewhat wracked his brain when he tried translating it in his mind, he'd managed to beg a few coins off a tourist a few days prior, so he bought himself some ink. However he didn't dare defile his father's book by writing translations within the book itself, so he'd have to wait until he could afford some paper to transcribe it. He dreamed of maybe one day affording his own notebook, instead of single sheets of paper to him it just seemed inefficient.
He opened up the book and read over again what he'd already memorized, he lightly dipped his finger into his ink bottle and drew a circle on the ground, very carefully he did this, as he did not was to throw off the balance of his spell. He drew another circle within that circle with only a slightly smaller diameter than the outer one again, he took his time very carefully and slowly drawing the shape. Finally he finished it and he took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his father left him knowledge he wasn't about to waste. After taking a few more soothing breaths he drew a vertical line connected the top of the inner circle with the bottom of it, a straight line was nearly as painstaking. He then drew a horizontal line connecting the right of the inner circle to the left of it, next was by far the most time consuming and delicate parts of the process. He dipped the tip of his finger again, and attempted to draw sixteen circles around the perimeter of the inner circle, evenly distanced from eachother in an attempt to keep his summoning circle as symetrical as possible.
He started the easy way, drawing a small circle at the intersections of his vertical line with the inner circle, he made sure that it was perfectly round, this discipline of magic was very precise and mistakes could be deadly in a worst case scenario as the beginning of his father's notebook said. He then drew a circle at the bottom of his vertical line and drew his two circles on both left and right sides of his horizontal one, he did the process this way because he was inexperienced, unlike his father. He then drew circles the best he could precisely in the middle between each set of circles, his neck was beginning to hurt from looking down at the ground with such intense concentration. He lifted his head up, he had eight more of these miniature circles to draw before he completed the most basic of summoning circles, he rolled his head around his shoulders and several pops made it feel less stressed, he drew his next four circles one in the top right, then one on the top left, staying as symmetrical as possible. His next two circles were drawn slowly on the bottom left and bottom right.
Finally he added his last four, middle upper left, his finger was cramping, middle upper right, he was happy to be almost finished, middle lower left, middle lower right. He took another deep breath adding the final circle on the intersection of his two straight lines, wiping away sweat once again, he filled each circle on the inner circle with a numeric glyph, as best as he could anyway, drawing with your finger wasn't exactly the best way to go about being precise. He placed a trigger glyph within the circle in the center, if his portal grew unstable, the glyph would instantly close it, or so he hoped, another deep breath was taken as he summoned a very miniscule amount of res from his hand. It always made the hair on the back of his neck stand up when expelling res from his body, it granted him a temporary euphoric feeling, like the tickle in your stomach falling at a fast rate. He'd only recently been able to keep himself from shivering from the sensation. He concentrated willing his res into a very slender pointed shape, it was in a gaseous state at this point. He focused his mind condensing the gas, squeezing it onto itself as hard as he could and after a few moments it solidified. Next was transmutation, he imagined his res becoming stone as he willed it to become compacted minerals. He could hear a slight grinding sound as bit by bit the res became stone, his reimancy wasn't great, but making a needle out of rock wasn't all that difficult of a task(i'd think?). He pricked his finger with the stone needle and touched the outer circle he'd drawn originally, there was a faint wooshing sound as the circle grew black and the center began to swirl. An odd light flashed, but only for a moment, the portal petered out, it wasn't the glyph's doing, obviously he'd done something wrong, and now his circle was gone, he'd have to make another one "Shyke!