hey if little doodles like the one above are cool than tell me cause I'm thinking of trying to do them for every chapter
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Roughly a year ago, a young boy was waking up on the day of his fifteenth birthday. He was scrawny to say the least, with sharp eyes that traced the two other teen boys who were turning fifteen today. They were, in some way, competition. Standing before them was the chieftain, a sturdy man with scar running down his face and a long coat of bear's hide tied around his shoulders. By his side there perched a massive cougar, who's tail flicked back and forth as her eyes scanned the young boys.

"Kyle Wells, Tucker Earnest, and Jason Griffith." The Chieftain pointed to each of them. "Good luck on your journey, you've already made us proud."

Jason could see his parents in the crowds, they waved and smiled at him as he followed the other boys into the woods. The trees were thinner out here, the bark tended to peel off in strips that the deer like to bite off. It was cold in his town, it would probably snow tonight. To the north, there was the tribe of Págoma, on the beaches of Adeiázo Sea, to the east there was the thriving city of Zestos, going south would only lead to run ins with the wolf packs, and in the east, there were simply trees and cliffs. Nestled in between was Jason's home, the tribe of Cheimónas. Full of mixed people and mixed animals (only the wolf packs were so purely bred) and most importantly, full of Jason himself.

    Jason didn't talk to the other boys and neither did they so the walk over to the summoning circle was mostly silent, save for the soft snapping of frosty pine needles underneath their boots and the occasionally hoot of owls settling in for the day. Jason had been waiting for this day for a very long time. It was something everyone looked forward too, because humans love animals, even the deadly ones. The thought of communicating with one was tantalizing enough, a life-long companion was a dream come true.

    Finally, the silence was broken.

    "What do you think you're going to get?" Jason assumed this one to be Tucker Earnest.

    "I want a wolf, my grandfather had a wolf." Kyle Wells replied, full of snark.

    "That's not how it works." Jason mused. "It's going to be the same species as your parents, did any of your parents summon wolves?"

    Kyle shot him a nasty look. "No, but it's happened before. I've heard stories where every once in a while, it skips a generation."

    "Your last name is Wells, right? Don't both of your parents have birds?" Jason raised an eyebrow.

    "Shut up." He retorted.

    "Jason?" Tucker asked. "What kind of familiars do your parents have?"

    "My mom has an egret, my dad has a lynx." He informed.

    Tucker nodded. "A bird and a cat, nice."

    "You're probably going to get a sparrow or something." Kyle replied, passive aggressive.

    "Nobody's going to make fun of you if you get a small familiar, Kyle. Stop taking it out on Jason." Tucker retorted.

    Kyle gave him a dirty look, but apparently couldn't think of anything clever to say so he turned around and kept walking. He even picked up speed just to farther himself away from their small little group.

    "Pay him no mind, he'll grow up someday." Tucker assured him.

    "I know. I don't really care." Jason replied simply. "I wouldn't mind a sparrow, sparrows are cool."

    "That's the attitude to have." Tucker approved.

    Jason became quick friends with Tucker Earnest in the hour-long walk that accompanied the trip to the summoning circle. They made plans to hang out afterward and get to know their familiars. Jason was looking forward to it. Kyle never said another word and instead chose to keep a steady three yards between them. Eventually they came across the circle, but it was overgrown and thick with ivy. Kyle pulled out a small hunting knife and cut away at them until you could see some of the runes on the huge upstanding stones.

    "Well, here we are." He said, the first thing he said in almost in hour.

    "Who wants to go first?" Tucker asked.

    "I will." Kyle snapped, already sliding down the hill into the large hole the circle occupied.

    "You can go next." Jason offered.

    "Thank you." Tucker nodded, gracious.

    They two of them sat down at the edge as they watched Kyle examine the ground inside the slabs of carved rock. He was taking a while, and to pass time Jason tried to think about what it must have been like for his parents, because this was the same circle they had gone to. It was very ancient looking, but then again, most rocks had that look. Jason wasn't sure if he was impressed or not.

    Kyle had sat down, and had acquired a more peaceful posture when all of a sudden, through the cracks in the ground a soft glow appeared. Kyle gasped out in surprise, and clouds started forming and twisting down until the earthen bowl was thick with smoke, you could only see above Kyle's waist. One of the five stones let out a brilliant light, which flowed out from the runes like water and joined together on the ground. The animal was small and surprisingly, covered in fur. A hare stood on its heels and stared at Kyle Wells with an intelligent and uptight gaze. Kyle knelt down and appeared have a conversation with it.

    "Well what do you know!" Tucker called down at him. "You did skip a generation!"

    Jason smirked. Wolves were mammals, rabbits were also mammals. Familiar summoning was a lot more like dice rolling then people think.

    Kyle turned back to the two of them holding his hare, and flashed a rude gesture at the other boys. This only made them laugh harder, however, as Kyle climbed back up the slope.

    "Congratulations." Tucker said. "What's it's name?"

    "His name is Alden." Kyle translated.

    Jason tilted his head at the boy. It was certainly nowhere near the expectation of the other child, but Kyle seemed strangely content with who had chosen him. He settled down a little ways off from where Jason waited and started up another quiet conversation with his new familiar.

    Tucker sprung up and stretched, before skipping down the hill, full of joy. It was only a few mere seconds before the same stone as Kyle lit up, and the process repeated itself. This time the faint glow that oozed out formed a much larger blob. Tucker cried in triumph as a half-grown bear roared loudly into his face. Both and Jason and Kyle were impressed (and maybe even slightly jealous) as Tucker rejoined them. One arm slung around his new pal, informedly named Beowulf.

    Then it was finally Jason's turn. he wasn't entirely sure what his role was in this situation. He had slightly overslept and missed the part where his parents were going to tell him what exactly you did once you were in the circle. He could still feel the hum of energy left over by the last two summonings. Jason worried briefly if perhaps the circle had ran out of juice.

    "Hey what exactly did you guys do to trigger it?" He yelled up at them.

    "You just feel it in your gut." Tucker replied, unhelpfully. "You have to really want it."

    Jason tried shutting his eyes and a few long moments dragged on without too much of a production. There were no growling stones and no friendly forest inhabitants appearing to become his friend.

    "Come on, idiot." Kyle shot down at him. "Literally everyone can do this."

    "Shut up!" Tucker snapped at him. "Look how long it took you."

    "I'm just saying." Kyle rolled his eyes.

"Don't listen to him Jason." Tucker yelled down at me.

He wasn't, and he didn't plan too. Even if it did get to him a little bit. Jason knew he wouldn't be summoning a familiar if he was doubting himself, so he concentrated hard on blocking everything else and looking for that feeling. The level of peace need to let in the magic of zoi.

"You're not doing it right." Kyle insisted.

Jason opened one eye as he heard the sound of the other boy sliding down the dirt slope. At Kyle's feet, his hare jumped around nervously, even kicking at Kyle's toes.

"Not now." Kyle insisted, at his hare.

"I can do this myself." Jason insisted, properly annoyed by the fact this boy his own age was trying to baby him.

"Obviously not." Kyle laughed. "Here try sitting down."

Kyle's hand landed on Jason's arm, but he ripped himself way from the boy's grasp. "I can do it myself."

"Come on Kyle." Tucker groaned, equally annoyed.

"I'm just trying to help." Kyle insisted, his voice grew softer. "Seriously it's easier if you're not stand-"

"I don't need help." Jason snapped at him.

"Would you just-"

At that moment another stone flickered dangerously to life. It was a different one then the other two, and instead of a steady glow it was like a flame, dancing and unsteady. The energy from the stone zipped through the air before halting back in front of the stone. It formed a bright orange circle with a single steak of blue swirling inside.

Jason lightly shoved Kyle away, determined to have his familiar summoning untainted by anyone else. The energy wasn't forming into a shape like the other two, it remained an angry ball.

"Something's wrong." Kyle realized.

"You probably messed it up." Tucker said indignantly.

Jason reached out his hand, thinking maybe his touch would do something.

"Don't do that!" Kyle barked at him.

Jason decided he was fed up with listening to Kyle. What he didn't noticed was the terrified stares of his peers, or the frantic running around of Kyle's hare as Jason stalked closer and closer to the ball of pure unfiltered spiritual energy.

His hand barely graced the milky surface, he could have sworn he saw a shape within the fog. It looked like a bird. A large bird at that. He reached farther inside. The energy swirling around his hand felt like raindrops. For just a moment he could have sworn he felt feathers.

Then the whole thing exploded.