Summoner

Based upon a conversation with my friend Think of the dragon as a small neon version of Smauglock? I just have been playing too much infamous second son I am afraid...

Here is the prompt:

John was born a summoner, and was attending the prestigious magick collage for the gifted as per the law required of him. He was one of the oldest of his class, in his fourth year, his classmates had all summoned some form of animal, be it lions, tigers, hawks, hell he would even settle for a rabbit, yet he was not able to summon anything whatsoever. He thought to himself, "well, John, look at you. You are broken, wounded, and basically depressed. What on earth would sign a contract with you?"

And then the day came.