Hippolyta

The summoning circle flared with crimson light, ancient symbols burning bright against the cold stone floor of the basement workshop. you felt the mana drain hit like a punch to the chest, the circuits screaming as power flooded outward.

Then, stillness.

A figure stood within the fading glow. Young, smaller than expected, with dark red hair gathered in an elaborate braid. She held herself like royalty despite her slight frame, warm brown eyes taking in the dingy workshop with measured calm.

She stepped forward, the trailing ribbon of her hair catching the last embers of magical light.

"I am Servant Rider," she announced, voice clear and carrying an unmistakable authority. "I ask of you, are you my Master?"