Fate stay/BERSERK (Book 2)

Ch 28

"Jeanne, it's time to wake up....."

"Huh......?"

The young thirteen year old girl yawned as she opened her eyes. She was greeted by the sight of her father, smiling down at her. He was rather handsome for his age, only a few wrinkles on his face as a small blonde beard had formed on his face. Leaning against his shoulder was a old wooden cane. She yawned once more before sitting up, realizing she had been sleeping on his lap. Looking down at her body, she was wearing a loose white dress. Nothing special about it, for it was worn and dirty.

"Sorry for....." she yawned again before looking around. They were by a tree on a hill, overlooking their small farm on the outskirts of the tiny town of Domremy. The sun was high and from the shift of the breeze, she could tell the sun would be setting soon. "I didn't mean to sleep for so long father."

"It's perfectly fine Jeanne." Her father, Jacques D'arc, chuckled as he waved his hand to dismiss the girl. Jeanne smiled, she loved her father very much for his understanding. "Just.....don't wrestle a warthog without me present. Don't wanna ruin that pretty face of yours."

"Oh you....." Jeanne loved her father and was incredibly grateful for him. She knew every man wanted a son more than they wanted a daughter. Though some man in the village dislike how she acts like a man, saying how unnatural it was. "The world won't suffer from loosing someone like me....."

"I would. Your mother too......" Jacques looked up at his daughter with a soft smile. He laughed before looking down at the farm, watching as the cows grazed the land with the goats. "Your incredibly humble for your age Jeanne, but be careful of being too humble. There are people out in the world who will abuse the kindness you offer, and I fear when that day comes.......it could change you in ways you can't possibly imagine."

"Of course father." Jeanne smiled at her father. He was wise, probably wiser than the pope who runs the town's church. It always surprised her when he refused to be part of the cloth, he's perfect for the role. Her eyes widened upon hearing the bell of the church ringing out. "Mother!"

"Go check on her Jeanne. I'll heard up the livestock." Jeanne smiled before leaning down and kissing her father on the cheek. Jacques smirked and watched as his daughter ran down to the wooden house, avoiding any baby chicks and jumping over cows before apologizing to the animals. She was truly a saint. Jacques's smile slowly faded away as he reached into his shirt and pulled out a small cross. "........is she really the one you want?"

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Jeanne closed the door behind her as she entered the small house. She made sure to take her loose shoes off at the door, not wanting to track mud in the house. The house had a dining room and two bedrooms and an attic. She walked towards her parents bedroom and opened the small door before going in.

Her mother, Isabelle Romée, looked exactly like Jeanne as an older woman. She had long blonde hair that was spread out across the small dusty bed. She had a rag resting upon her forehead, a bucket of water beside the bed. Jeanne walked to her mother and kneeled down beside her. Isabelle slowly opened her eyes and smiled at her daughter before reaching out a hand and cupping her cheek.

"Jeanne......"

"Yes mother, it's me." Jeanne smiled as she nuzzled her cheek against her mother's hand. Jeanne slowly reached out and grabbed the rag on Isabelle's head and pulled it back. Isabella turned her head and coughed as Jeanne dipped the rag in the bucket of water. "How do you feel today?"