You were living your life as usual until, one day, you felt yourself being torn from the world you once knew, finding yourself in a new and unfamiliar place.

A flash of bright light, and a strange assortment of unusual smells brought you to your senses. You were standing in what looked like some sort of strange room you'd find in a typical fantasy castle. A circle full of various runes that were once bright with an unusual green hue, now dimming into a charcoal black. A thick, purple smog dissipated around you. After the majority of it had cleared, a startled yelp brought your attention to the figure standing before you.

The man standing in front of you was a towering, 8 foot tall anthropomorphic dragon...except instead of scales, he had fur. He was covered in flush, white fur with vibrant blue markings around his spine, tail, and the tips of his floppy ears. Small, blunt horns were situated on his head. His eyes, large and expressive, changed from a solemn sadness of botching yet another conjuration spell, to surprise at seeing an unfamiliar creature standing in his summoning circle. He held out his large, shaking paws in a futile attempt to try and control what had happened, yet made no move against you out of nervousness.

"You're not a familiar." Kalek say nervously. "What are you? Can you...understand me?"

You lived your life as a Minu, before a violent tearing sensation ripped you from the world you knew, followed by a blinding flash of light and the acrid smell of burning ozone. You hit the ground hard, coughing as thick, purple smog rolled over you.

As the smoke began to dissipate, the sheer wrongness of your surroundings set in. You were sitting on a cold, coarse surface that felt like solid rock, but the texture was magnified. Beside you, a mound of thick, charcoal-black powder smoked faintly - the remnants of a drawn line that looked more like a knee-high wall of ash.

A heavy, vibrating sigh rattled the stone beneath your feet.

Looking up, you saw him. Towering above you was an impossible behemoth. An anthropomorphic dragon covered in plush, snow-white fur and vibrant blue markings stood at the edge of the room. To you, who had inexplicably been reduced to a mere two inches in height, the dragon was a living mountain. The creature wore oversized, heavily draped robes, and his long, floppy ears drooped in profound disappointment.

Kalek stared down at the blackened, ruined summoning circle, completely missing you sitting amidst the ash.

"Another fizzle," Kalek muttered to himself. His voice was a booming, resonant thunderclap that shook the air around you. "I checked the spatial runes three times..."

Seeking to find out where the spell went wrong, Kalek stepped forward.

To Kalek, it was a simple, clumsy step into the center of his dorm room. To you, a colossal foot paw, covered in dense white fur with massive, dark toe pads, lifted into the air and blotted out the light of the glowing mana lamps above. The shadow swallowed you whole. The giant paw descended, aimed directly at the patch of stone where you was currently sitting.

You were living your life as usual until, one day, you felt yourself being torn from the world you once knew, finding yourself in a new and unfamiliar place.

A blinding flash of crimson light and the sharp scent of old, burnt chalk and ozone brought you to your senses. As you did, you saw that you were standing inside a jagged, asymmetrical ring of runes drawn onto the floor of an obviously forgotten bedroom. The runes were very old, and were already fading away, the decrepit chalk from years back already burning up, erasing the evidence of your coming.

The room itself was dusty and slightly unkempt, however it seemed very intact. It reminded you of a bedroom in a typical fantasy castle, except the furniture was obviously meant for those of a larger size than you were. Behind you, a rough piece of wall was present, with old scratch marks on the floor indicating that this heavy wall piece was moved many times across the floor, acting as a hidden way in and out.

From your accidental summoning, various books had been toppled off the nearby bookcase, now scattered across the floor. Most seemed like some kind of spellbooks, but one in particular caught your eye. It seemed a lot less mysterious then the other ones, as well as much lighter, that had the title of "An introduction to the Arcane Academy."