Spoiler: Cherry Blossoms Part One Reaching the inn, a soft mutter could be heard from Blaiz’s lips as the room became enveloped in silence. Breathing in deeply before breathing out again, the dragonkin flopped down on his bed. Waving his hand to bring out a book from his storage, he flipped through the pages before landing on the page he was looking for. “In order to resummon the elemental one must venture to a volcano and redraw the formation. The fire energy in the surroundings will then be used to both recreate the spirit as well as strengthen it. Better ingredients also yield a better result.” “Haa, guess that I need to start travelling then. Before that, let’s do another attempt.” Standing up, the dragonkin put away the book before summoning a new one that had been weathered over the years from too much use. Flipping to a recent page filled with calculations, drawings, and arcane symbols, Blaiz set the book on the floor and started recreating its contents in the surroundings. Finishing it quickly due to having done it so often, the summoner places a scrap of clothing in the center of the circle. He then starts an incantation in an ancient language, bits and pieces of which seemed to be said with less confidence than others. Overall the message could be generally understood as a spell to summon someone, usually a hero. This time, judging from the tears that threatened to be set free on the man’s face, it was being used to summon closer to him, perhaps an old friend that he hadn’t seen in a long time. Unfortunately the spell seemed to be getting blocked by a spell. The formation started cracking apart right before it succeeded, fizzling into nothingness. Barely catching himself from falling to the ground, Blaiz regained his posture before analyzing the issues in the spell. Thinking a bit more, he swept his as another book appeared in front of him. It was titled “Spatial Locks,” and seemed to be about locking an area from being interfered with space-time magic, as well as how to break through it should the need arise. Realizing his issue, the dragonkin immediately closed the book before setting out to the market to buy a few ingredients for the improved formation. The first was a cat’s eye jewel, used as a catalyst to help weaken the lock. Next came the blood of a magic beast, so he went to the butcher’s and got a few buckets for next to nothing since he had no idea what it was used for. Two large wooden coins were gone just like that. Finally he went to a store to buy some common jade, totalling up to thirty small wooden coins. After that the dragonkin gathered the ingredients, he immediately returned home with a teleport so that he could get started. He would succeed this time. Rather, he must succeed this time since he couldn’t handle being alone. It was a flaw of his that she caused...and Ruby only served to make it worse. Without someone constantly by his side to talk to he would start reminiscing on his mistakes, have nightmares and cold sweats. Was he being selfish? Undoubtedly. But that wouldn’t stop him, since she’d been waiting for a year already. She was bound to be on the verge of breaking, and he had to rescue her. Luckily he finally knew how. Grinding up the moonstone to a powder and slashing his wrist with a knife, he combined the blood and powder as he coated the cat’s eye in the compound, turning an incandescent blood red. Wrapping the cloth that was still in the center of the formation around it, Blaiz set it back down and began repairing the formation. Using the moonstone to amplify the stone, the blood soaking the cat’s eye as a to weaken the lock, and provide an anchor to the person, the formation started glowing even more powerfully this time as the beast blood did its job. Setting to work by speaking the slow, painful words again, Blaiz couldn’t hold back his tears as he saw her slowly appearing in front of him for the first time in so long. Finishing the spell, a dragonkin woman about the same age as the summoner lay in front of him covered in scars, blood, and bruises. Clearly she’d been tortured by those vile creatures. Barely holding himself back from crying even more, Blaiz picked her up in his arms as he left for the Association to get her healed. If only that could cover up the scars in her mind, then he wouldn’t have to fear her hating him. That’s if she even remembers him….