The Holy Grail Agency

Prologue

Full Summary: The Holy Grail Agency, or most commonly known as the H.G.A, is a league of heroes that obviously try and save the world. Lead by the notorious Marie Antoinette, the H.G.A settle in Fuyuki due to the recent climb in crime and Mana activity. Jeanne d'Arc, your average semi-poor girl, is recruited after nearly being killed by Beserker-type villain. Although she is quite new to the superhero world, she hopes to be able to protect her city and her family.

Rating: T for maturer teens because of conflict and action and so on.

Disclaimers: Talk of Religion at times (Because Jeanne is a religious figure), blood, action, every thing that goes hand in hand with Superheroes and villains? Mass destruction maybe.

~Author's note~

Welcome to my new story! The Holy Grail Agency! I hope you all like it and please enjoy the prologue!

Sincerely,

~Miss-Atomic-Bomb

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Okay, so this wasn't exactly what she thought of when they say "Superhero". Usually, you have to be rich, bitten by a radioactive insect, undergo a mutation or be an alien. In fact, the majority of the super heroes she knew of—with the exception of the one that used to be in the KGB or something—had undergone this process. Either way, she did not expect to become a superhero after finding an old banner in her grandfather's attic.

She never thought of being on the roof top of a sky scraper with a banner in her hand and a holy sword sheathed and strapped to her hip. Or even having a partner with a red lance in hands.

"Remember, try not to ruin the city this time around," Jeanne heard the voice of the agency's head through the phone.

"I'll make sure not to let the Hound run wild," Jeanne laughed as she glanced over at her partner, who had a visible frown on his lips.

"I count on you, Pucelle."

Jeanne widened her smile and nodded, "And I won't let you down, Marie." She hung up the phone and strapped it to her hip, next to her sword.

"Well, little lass, are you ready?" The man with the blue mask over his red eyes winked at her.

Jeanne lifted an eyebrow and then looked down. The cars were many, many meters away, but she was not scared of heights, unlike the man next to her. He could deny it all he wanted, but it was evident that he did not like looking over a sky scraper.

A smile grew on her lips as she turned her head over to the masked man, "Ready when you are!" They both jumped off the building and carried to the next. The lights of the city lighting their path as they hurried after the police sirens.

:~~~~~A few months prior~~~~~:

Jeanne hummed a song as she began to clean up the attic. Her grandfather had gone on and on about cleaning it out for the last few weeks and they were finally doing it. She was about halfway into cleaning the attic with the help of one of her older brothers when her little brother ran past them with a flag rooted to a flag pole on his hands. He waved it about and giggled every time he past the two teenagers.

"Pierre, put that darn thing down." The deep voice of her brother Jean resonated in the attic as he was upset with the behaviour of the little boy.

Jeanne shook her head and looked down at the brunette boy with freckles on his cheeks, "Don't listen to him, he's just cheesed that he didn't get to go out with his friends and has to be helping us clean instead." Her eyes then landed on what she had previously thought was a flag until she noticed it was a banner. A simple white banner. There was nothing on it, just simply white.