The Favoured Son of Heaven

What kind of Broken luck is this?

Memphis had exited from the beast plane and his mind space. He now held his summoned beast in his arms, a weak red and gold bird. One would ask, why would a noble of Memphis' caliber contract such a weak summon? The answer was that he had sympathy for the poor bird as it reminded him of his life back on Earth; the sorrow, the pain, the hurt and above all the loneliness he experienced. In the same way this bird seemed abandoned, probably left to die by its parent because it might not have been strong enough. Why else would a bird in such a state be left in such a small cave? The law of the jungle was harsh and only the strongest could survive. Had it not been for the light it gave off, Memphis wouldn't have even known there was something like that there.

It was left with the last part of the contract which required him to give a name to his summon. "Hmm, what name will be suitable for it?" he thought deeply. After some time of pondering, he decided to name the bird Scarlet because of