Jack stepped out of the Blacksmith and stood beside Troy, staring down the bustling street that soon parted like Moses and the Red Sea. Armoured men strode down the alley of commoners, some on horseback, carting goods from war with them. The villagers cheered, applauding the soldiers as they rode past, which the men took with pride as they soon diverged.

"Well, no point standing out here all day. We've got a sale to do." Troy said in his slightly croaked voice and headed inside, Jack soon following. With no surprise, the Blacksmith was packed, men looting the finest cut blades and precise weapons. Jack was rushing around, stocking up the rapidly declining products onto the shelves and hangers in the store.

He headed over to the window, assorting the different arrows into different coloured goose feathers and binding them together with string. As he was hanging them up in the window, he peeked out, seeing an old man sitting amongst the soldiers outside. They had also set up shop in the streets, setting out their treasures of war on the ground in front of them, and selling them to interested villagers. 

The old man didn't at all like a soldier; his figure was bony and frail, his hair tangled and grey, matching his patchy stubble. He had a huge scar down his right eye, which must have been the reason for that eye to be a milky white colour, while his left was icy blue. Jack was intrigued by this, leaning forward to get a better view of the wounded figure, until none other than Jacob Reign himself stepped into his field of view, smirking at the old man.

"And why are you here, you old timer? Shouldn't you be at home, caring for your poor family?" Jacob sneered.

The old man looked up to meet his gaze, his jaw shaking slightly as he spoke. "M-My family h-have been d-dead for over t-three years, s-slaughtered by the O-Orc's first attack."

Jacob was silent before giving a chuckle. "How could an old man like YOU survive that attack? You're nothing but a liar!" This caught the attention of other villagers, all gathering to watch the spectacle.

The old man sighed and looked down, cupping his hands in his lap. A bright orange light shone from his fingertips, soon forming a ball of light resting in his hands. Villager's gasped as movement emerged from this light, and as it faded, a small creature stood there, padding it's clawed feet in the man's hands. Jack's eyes widened as he eyed down the creature, his jaw hanging low.

The creature was small, big enough to take up the space in the man's shrivelled hands. It had a lizard like appearance, with dark purple scales and bright orange eyes. It squawked slightly, staring up at the man with his large eyes. The man smiles and stroked the back of the creatures head with the back of his finger. The creature closed his eyes and stood on it's hind legs slightly, purring softly at the touch.

A few villagers stepped away, Jacob, for once in his life, standing there speechless. He finally caught his tongue and spoke. "W-What is that...?"

"This is Ignatius." The old man spoke, continuing to pet the creature. "He is a Demon, a Salamander to be exact." He smiled, holding Ignatius up to his eye level. "He's been with me since I was a young lad."

Jacob took a step closer, reaching his hand out to touch the Salamander. Ignatius growled at him and spat out flames from his fanged mouth, burning the tips of Jacob's fingers. Jacob cried out, blowing desperately on his hand. Normally, Jack would have laughed his ass off, seeing that Noble jerk getting what he deserved, but all his attention was fixed on the old man and the demon he held in his hands.

Jacob sneered at the old man. "H-How did you get it? Did you STEAL it?"

The old man side smiled at Jacob, seeming to enjoy the cocky bastard being agitated. "No. I am one of the first Summoners in this Kingdom." The crowd began to murmur, in awe with the old man as Ignatius crawled up his sleeve and rested on his shoulder.

"And how do you become a Summoner?" Jacob asked, biting down on his lip with determined eyes.

"You can't become a Summoner. Only very few are born with the ability to call a demon to their side." The old man informed. "They happen to be the most important and powerful people in the land, with the few that exist being taught at the prestigious Youtubia Academy."  The murmuring grew louder. Jacob raised his hand in the air and bellowed.

"SHUT UP!!" The crowd soon fell silent. Jacob looked back at the old man with a cocky grim. "Well, I just happen to be a Summoner." The crowd grew wild, all wanting to ask Jacob so many things. Jack could tell Jacob was loving the attention.

The old man furrowed his brows. "And what is your Demon, young man?"

Jacob chuckled. "I'll go grab it, and you'll see...I am the most powerful Summoner in the Kingdom!" And with that, he walked off.