An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Her name is Alpha -10

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When she had first come to lay eyes on the human girl she had been riddled with a myriad of questions.

Who was she? Why was she under that rubble...? What had been done to her? And why her master had come straight to find her and bring her up from what would have been her unmarked grave had they arrived any later.

She didn't know...

Reaper had not shared his insights with her, nor she had decided to question his actions. All she knew was that he had saved another life that had been in peril. Holding carefully her little body to avoid any more damage to be incur. Healing her wounds, and giving her a place to rest until she woke up. Even as going as far to take in the appearance of a young boy of her age to greet her back into the waking world instead of his truer, albeit...more scary form.

Another good, courageous deed from the selfless soul that her master was. It made her feel pride to had dedicate her life to his cause. Though it had led to some questions to pop here and there.

Why a human..? Why indeed....

Could it be that her master was a human too and merely chose it out of comfort? Did he look like that albeit older behind his ebony iron mask..? Or was it merely to chose the same race Rose was so that she felt more familiar with it and by proxy more soothed by it..?

The answer had to be one of them..., or the three of them. It was hard to know. The attempt to try to peer through her masters plans or intentions was a dauntless task.

What she knew was that his chosen form held an air of mystery and mystique within him that was hard not to notice. True, she had not seen humans before in her village given their secluded nature, and those she had when she tried to run for her life were those filthy and soulless monsters that had made deaf ears to her plight and enslaved her.

Looking back at the jet black hair that fell over his shoulders like a cascade of that emulated a starless sky, a stark contrast with her golden mane. The way those silver eyes glinted like the bright outlines that the sun created when it threaten to roll up from its slumber in each dawn...

It felt strange, old yet new...

A feeling that the bandits turned slavers nor Rose had been able to elate from her. In fact, in comparison they appeared dull and uninteresting.

Characters of a page instead of real, breathing people with their own feelings and beliefs.

Simple, crude tools in the hands of a master crafter, rather than anything else that they had been, were or could be...

Something that should not have made any sense given the fact that she knew they were actual, all too real people, with a small.., weary voice speaking to her about it at the back of her mind while she was almost lost in her observations for what could only be considered trans-human.

So why...

Why did Rose did not see that? Why could she not?

As far as she knew, it didn't make sense..

She had thought at first that she was merely good at keeping her composure, but given her reaction and her demeanour during those first ten minutes spoke otherwise. In fact, Rose was like an open book. Wearing her emotions and thoughts over her sleeve.

She was happy if not gleeful of their presence, yes..., but it seemed to do more with her own taste in literature being now reflected in reality and not something more ethereal in the air. Like a child presented with their favourite toys, not caring whether they started talking or moving on their own.