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Someone with minimal powers would seem to be a liability to the proximal war front encroaching on the daily lives of the citizens living in a cyclic rhythm. Wanting more for yourself than a lowly life of servitude you test the aptitude of the prowess of your magic when they search for magical aptitude. So what happens in the first trip into the dangers of the barely known world with an atmosphere made of deadly ether? How long will you survive? An Who is the shadow? This is a Summoner fan fiction! Hope you enjoy! Being that this is my first story published please tell me what you think!