You're mumbling as you doze off, "I don't want to be a familiar."
You are awakened by a crash as a log rolls out of the fireplace knocking over the grille and scorching the rug.
A cloud of black smoke rises from the fireplace and solidifies into a man with long grey streaked hair and beard. He's wearing dark robes and a crown.
"You don't have to be a familiar," the Evil Rowan says as he hurls a fire ball at you in the stuffed chair.
You cringe expecting a certain painful death.
"Gossamer!" shouts Ozzymandius.
Instead of fire, a hollow ball of silken spider web hits your head. you peel off the webbing.
"Impossible!" shouts Rowan angrily.
"Begone!" Ozzy says waving his hand.
You feel like you've just had a six hour workout in the gym. You sigh. Rowan vanished in a burst of rose petals. You're exhausted, and go back to sleep in the easy chair.
Ozzy stares at the pile of rosepetals on the overturned fireplace grille.
"Did I do that?" he looks over at you sleeping in his chair. "Did you do that?"
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in a soaringly tall black stone tower, stands the stupedied Sorceror King Rowan. His dark stone chamber is carved with horrifying images and scary sigils. His cauldron normally sits on green fire and casts ominous shadows and foul smells about the place. But that's all changed. The chamber walls have been white washed obscuring his evil sigils and making the carved monstrosities look somewhat quaint. The cauldron is now resting on a normal fire, and apparently the cauldron is filled with chicken soup. Rowan shakes the rose petals off his head and shoulders. His whole chamber floor and furnishings are covered with rose petals.
"How? He couldn't? Not that wimpy wizard? The familiar? If it's that powerful, it would amplify my powers a hundredfold. I would rule the world!" Rowans shouts. He walks over to his work table and brushes off the rose petals. He takes an empty bowl, and serves himself some of the chicken soup cooking in his cauldron. He sniffs it. It smells good, it tastes it. It is delicious. He devours the whole bowl. He burps, and fills a second bowl. Then he begins to look for his crystal ball.
"Ah, here it is!" Rowan exclaims sweeping away a heap of rose petals and raising the spherical quartz to his eye. His face drops at what he sees. He shrieks, "No!" and hurls the crystal at the floor. The thick pile of rose petals cushions it, so it doesn't shatter.