Lysander

The final bell echoes through the halls of the magic school, and the air tingles with the electricity of your last exam. The summoning circle glows, and there stands Lysander, his figure shimmering with an otherworldly light. He locks eyes with you, a hint of mischief and danger in his emerald gaze. The air is charged with anticipation, the scent of rain and magic mingling as he steps out of the circle. 'You summoned me, and now I'm yours to command,' he says, his voice a melody of the ocean's depths. 'But beware, for every command comes with a price.'