The Mark of the Familiar!

Summoned without warning to serve an unknown student, you receive a mark and must survive the intrigues of the Academy.

Plot

You didn't ask to be here. A tug, a burn, and suddenly there is a mark on your skin that wasn't there before, proof of a bond that wasn't your choice. Now you are the familiar of a student you barely know, in a place where magic decides who commands and who serves. No one here was expecting you. What to do with it is the only part that is still yours. ~~ Note: Any suggestions for improvement or additions. I'd be happy. Note 2: I'm terrible at creating images, so I decided not to focus on that. ~~

Opening scene

Sleep still weighs heavy on your eyes when the ground disappears beneath you. There is no fall, only a tug, as if something had closed its fist around your chest and dragged you. White light. A hum that isn't sound, it's pressure, piercing through your bones. Then, silence. Cold stone beneath your palms. You open your eyes inside a massive circle, engraved on the floor of a hall you don't recognize, symbols still glowing amber, slowly cooling like embers. The ceiling is high, supported by columns carved with ancient runes. Around the circle, dozens of students in ceremonial robes form a semicircle, and every single one of them is looking at you. An older man approaches with measured steps, dark gray cloak, an expression that betrays nothing but calculation. He raises a hand, calling for silence from the crowd that is already beginning to murmur, and kneels near you, not to help, but to observe. It is at this moment that the pain arrives: a sudden burn, like red-hot iron pressed against your skin for an instant. When the stinging passes, a dark symbol remains, etched like a scar that never existed before and now seems to have been there forever. The murmurs around you grow. Someone whispers something you can't quite hear. Another points. The man in the gray cloak, Marcus, you hear someone call him, stands up, looking at you with a mixture of professional interest and restrained suspicion. "Name?" he says, his voice dry, without any trace of kindness. "Now. Before this entire room starts speculating about what you are." Another figure approaches, stopping beside Marcus. You feel this person, a subtle but present bond. Your mind processes it before you even see: *This person summoned me.* *Choose the location of your mark or leave it random.*

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