The Saint and the Void

Louise Francoise Le Blanc de La Valliere was not having what one would call a good day, no, you could say that this was, by a considerable margin, one of the most stressful days she had lived in her short life.

Today she would have what would probably be her last chance to show that she had value as a mage.

Until now she had tried all the paths that existed in magic, water, earth, fire, and air, but all her attempts had ended without results if she was lucky, and if not, she would have an explosion to greet her.

She only had this opportunity left, if this time ended up like the previous ones, it was very likely or almost certain that she would be expelled from the magic academy, after all, what kind of mage couldn´t even summon a familiar, with what face would she look at her family? What would her sisters think? And her mother? That the sainted founder protects her if she found out.

She didn't ask for much, a cat, a little bird, it would be good to even receive a mouse familiar like the one the director of the academy had, but once again her ego had gotten into her own way to make her say things like:

"I will summon the greatest and most spectacular familiar of all"

She really had to learn to control that part of her personality, but what option did she have? She could not afford to show weakness in front of her classmates, if they already had a mocking attitude towards her even with her aggressive personality, she did not want to imagine how they would treat her if she were shy.

Sighing with eyes closed, she raised her wand while the words appeared in her head, although she was not very "competent" in practice, no one could replicate her theoretical knowledge about magic.

It was a real shame that this weighed little in the eyes of most of the mages, clearing her mind of any unnecessary thought, she began her incantation.

The magic of invocation was different from the rest, it did not have a preset incantation or specific rules that had to be followed to do it like with the other magics.

The mage was free to create the incantation that he wanted for summoning a familiar and the creature that was more compatible with the mage and met the minimum requirements to match at least a small percentage of the description that gave the incantation would be the chosen one.

-To my servant, to my familiar who is somewhere in the confines of the universe, to the sacred, to the beautiful and above all, to the most powerful familiar of all, I, Louise Francoise Le Blanc de La Valliere, I pray you from the bottom of my heart, answer to my call!-

And when her incantation ended, Louise felt as if the world had slowed down, for her every second she waited for her familiar to appear seemed an eternity, and when she saw a small glow appear in front of her, hope covered her face . . . just so that the next second a rumble destroyed that hope.

An explosion filled the entire place with smoke, once again she had failed, a sense of despair spread throughout her body, that was until from the middle of the dust cloud a gust of wind blew in all directions dispersing the black cloud.

Looking up she saw it, a face with an appeal that few could match, flaming red hair that moved gently with the wind, blue eyes like an infinite sky looking directly at her, she saw how he opened his mouth to say a phrase she never expected.

-Are you the one who called me?-