Should one mortal soul be capable of commanding such a fierce deity?
Am I really responsible enough to contain his power?
Do I possess the skills to wield his power when the time comes?

The summoner sat in Ej'Derha's paw, gazing up at the gigantic entity with raw amazement. Somehow, she and her Vox, her allies and Flickie were capable of surviving a battle with this being. Or did he really come at them with his full might? Would a being like him really harm a Summoner to prove her useless? The battle was won, the victors were worn out, ready to collapse. The mighty dragon seemed as thought he had not even been in a battle at all, let alone lost one.

"You let me win?" Felinia asked, staring into his deep amethyst eyes.

His mighty maw opened. "I only used a fraction of my power. I... cannot wield my full strength. It serves... another purpose."

Another Purpose? She didn't understand what he meant by that, and tilted her head in confusion.

"When the time comes for you to use my power, then, and only then, will I unleash my full potential. You will bear witness to it briefly, then like other Vox before me, I return to my slumber. But be careful with my might, for you too wane a great loss of magi for using my power." His voice was deep, heavy with power.

Flickie and the others stood anxiously at his feet, waiting for Catt to regroup so they could go on to their next challenge. Ej'derha knew time was of the essence, and bid his new master farewell.