Trope 2: Summoned to defeat evil

Everything turned black around me. When my vision finally returned, I found myself standing in a grand-looking hall in the middle of a wide magic circle together with six other people. Surrounding us, at a safe distance, were fifty or so heavily armored knights who had long pikes and halberds and looked ready to use them.

“Greetings heroes!” A voice boomed throughout the hall.

I turned towards the direction of the voice and could see a raised floor with two thrones. One of the thrones was occupied by a lovely dark-haired woman, whom I assume to be a queen given the gem-studded coronet of pure gold on her head. The other throne was empty, but standing before it, addressing us, was obviously the king.

The king was tall, big, and imposing. He looked like he was at least in his mid-forties. He was tall, strapping, and had a long, proud mane of mahogany hair. He reminded me of a lion for some reason.

“I am sure you have many questions, heroes,” the king said, “But I humbly beseech thee to hear me out.”

I glanced around at the six other people who seemed to have been summoned together with me. Their clothing suggests the fact that they came from worlds that are very different from my Earth. Either that or they were very dedicated cosplayers or LARPers.

The king continued his sermon, “I welcome you to the world of Norn! You are currently in the kingdom of Roradon. My kingdom!” He said, pounding his barrel chest with pride. “The twelve human kingdoms of Norn have pooled their magical resources, every bit of magic stone, crystal, and metal that we have accumulated for the past two hundred years. We sacrificed it all just for this one ritual, in order to call the greatest heroic souls from adjacent worlds to aid us in our plight.”

The king extended his muscular arms towards us. “And you have answered our call! On behalf of the human nations of Norn, I humbly thank thee.”

I glanced at my fellow summoned souls to see if anyone shared my bewilderment. Surprisingly, they all looked cool as fuck with what is going on.

“I am king Leoric. The human alliance of Norn have entrusted me to be your steward and protector until the time comes when your powers are needed. Please, I beseech thee all, kindly introduce yourselves and tell us of your unique power that we may all marvel and be in awe of your otherworldly capabilities. As you might imagine, the people of the human nations are **** and in dire need of hope. Show us your power, that we may assuage the populace, and deliver them from the brink of despair.”

The six other summoned people all seem to be quite young, younger than me, at least. They all looked to be around 18 while I was already 27 years old. There were three boys and three girls and they were all outlandishly beautiful. Even the boys. I started to feel a little out of place.

The first pretty-boy with short, shining, blonde hair stepped forth from the group. “My name is Alvin Parabas,” he declared confidently, “I am a knight and blade-master. Wielder of the holy sword, Excalima.”

Alvin extended his right arm to his side and a flash of golden light emanated from his hand. In an instant, the light turned into a beautiful gold-gilded double-edged broadsword.

There were a group of people in the royal hall who were all wearing white and gold robes. They were obviously priests or clergy of some sort. They seemed to swoon when Alvin’s sword appeared.

“S-such holy power!” One of the older priests said as he leaned against his long scepter. “There is no doubt that he is an S-class hero!”

The king looked pleased. He nodded his head at Alvin with respect.

Alvin dismissed his golden sword and was ushered to stand at one side of the group.

The next to step forth was a beautiful porcelain skinned girl with long, flowing, dark-red hair. She was dressed simply in a tight white blouse, figure hugging black britches and stylish black boots.

“Anastasia Letrideas,” The girl huffed. “Sorceress Princess of Kiltama.”

The red-headed girl then snapped her fingers on one hand and an intricate, complex-looking, glowing, green magic circle appeared in mid-air. Without awaiting acknowledgement, she waltzed off to join Alvin at the side.

Meanwhile, the purple-robed court mages of king Leoric went “Ooooooh” and “Ahhhhhhh” over Anastasia’s magic circle.

“Such complexity. Such elegance. She’s a genius!” One court-mage said. “Definitely S-class.”

The third summoned person went forth to present himself. He was male with swept back dark hair. From his ornate green robes, I deduced he was also a magic-user of some sort.

“I am Ivan Joula, Archwizard of Torl.” The young man announced. He then did a similar magic-circle show that proceeded to make the court-mages go bonkers.

“S-class!” The court-mages declared.

Ivan went to stand beside Anastasia who turned her nose up at him as he approached, giving an audible “Hmphh.”

The fourth and fifth member, both girls, stepped forth together. The two angelic beauties sported long hair of silver and striking purple eyes. One had her hair done up in a long high ponytail while the other had hers done in a handsome long braid.

“I am Elizabeth Scwartzalind,” said the ponytail girl, “And this is my twin sister Olivia Scwartzalind. We are the highest order Valkyrie Knights of Valhum and wielders of several divine weapons. Lughnir and Gughnir. Caliburn and Durandal. Mystalvein and Cortavera.”

To emphasize their point, the silver haired girls each summoned three weapons each. Each girl had a silver spear, a black sword, and an ornate bow which all looked magical as fuck and was floating before them.

The entire cohort of white-robed priests in the royal chamber all collapsed to their knees as if they had all came in their pants in unison from seeing so many divine relics in one place.

The king raised an eyebrow at the head priest.

“S… Definitely S. Ooooohhh…” said the overwhelmed old man.

The next guy, a tall, lanky dude with brown hair, marched forwards. He was wearing blue priestly-robes. In his hand was a gold scepter with a large blue gem as its head.

“My name is Caleb,” said the obvious priest-man. “I am the Saint of Fioria. I carry with me the full blessings and favor of Letora, the god of light, as well as this holy relic, Letora’s staff.”

For his show and tell, he raised his hands towards the group of priests and uttered a prayer.

Somehow, a chorus of hymns could be heard in the background while the priests all glowed momentarily. The priests suddenly found themselves able to get on their feet again. Then they ecstatically hopped up and down. Some even started jogging in the background.

“What amazing healing and recovery powers,” The head priest said, as he gave the king a thumbs up. Without a doubt, S-class!”

As the saint-man stepped aside, all eyes shifted onto me.