The only thing she remembers is blood, not even her own name.
Waking up in a strange house in a 'far-off' land, Arturia Pendragon cannot remember a single thing of her past life, luckily she is found just in time to be able to keep on living. With...
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Her green eyes fluttered open for some short seconds; she saw an expression of gratitude on Diarmuid's face as he loomed over her, and a soft smile on Gilgamesh's lips before her pale eyelids flickered shut again. The darkness was taking her back again for a while longer—yet this time it was much more relaxing, she felt less pressure on her chest as her lungs were filled with air.
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Pointing her long sword at utter darkness, she knelt on her bed, trying her best to catch a glimpse of her intruder. It had been the creak of the floorboards that awoke her, and she immediately felt that something had been off. She could feel the presence of someone in the room, but she could not see them for the windows had been blocked and there was so much she could do to look around. The threatening silence was causing her chest to rise and fall more deeply than before and she kept her senses strained in order to hear or feel the enemy.
Something blunt hit her arm and she dropped her sword, letting it clatter to a stop on the wooden floor. Her breath hitched as she reached down for the weapon, but she felt a sharp and sturdy grasp on her arms. She screamed out but a hand flew to her mouth, covering it with a handkerchief, a stinging smell filled her lungs. Arturia kicked and screamed, but with more energy that she used, the weaker she felt.
If only she had not dismissed her guards...she would not be in this problem.
Arturia would not go down without a fight, and so she continued to claw at the arm and try her best to kick her offender, but it was to no avail. Her body begun to tingle and with each kick, she felt weaker and weaker; her energy draining out with every single move, and her screams becoming weaker as well.
And then she noticed as her vision blurred to black, it was not because she was weak, but because she was fainting.
"I am so sorry." It was all she heard; choked and a little shaky, but also gruff.
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