The summons surprised them. It had been forever since someone had done something so much as call. Honestly, the idea that summoning even existed had become a myth, a legend, as if it had been the mere dreamings of a toddler once upon a time.
So, of course, who wouldn't have been surprised when they'd been ready to settle down to recharge a little in their home, and suddenly found themselves in a barren landscape, with cold, colourless mush under their feet, and petrified trees dotting the horizon?
The circle of light that had announced their arrival dimmed, until it vanished entirely, as they took in their surroundings. The wind was harsh and icy, forcing them to land before their wings suffered damage. The landscape was desolate of any beings that could have brought them there, or so they thought.
As they turned a full circle, seeing nothing, nobody, they flicked their wings, planning to return home and to write this whole oddity off as a dream, or some kind of mistake, some time-delayed remnant from the past, which held no more purpose, a sudden noise echoed from behind them.
They whipped around, seeing a small figure poke out from behind a tree.
The small figure said something again, approaching slowly. They weren't sure what it said exactly, until it came closer, and the sounds clicked into a language that they used to know, that everyone used to know.
"Please...please save them..."