Summoner's War: Silence of Scarlett

Prologue

HI! I'm getting back into writing! My birthday's on September the 13th! I'm so happy for that!

Who is Scarlett, you may ask? Well, Scarlett's going to be what I call my Dupe Charlotte if and when I get her on my birthday summons! I want a dupe Charlotte so I could name her Scarlett and test out a Fatal build on her! Scarlett can also be Beach Girl, because Charlotte's a sleepy cinnamon roll! she's so cuteohmahgawwwwwd

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Summary: A monster named Charlotte is brought to the Aiden Forest, thinking she was just out to do a regular clearing of the forest. This is soon proven wrong, though.

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"Ooh! Are we going to do some Aiden again, Summoner Enigma?" Charlotte's eyes, the color of emeralds, sparkled bright under the moonlight. Her Summoner, a boy with black hair, speckled with grey and red glowing eyes, balled up his fists. The mere sound of her high-pitched voice running seventy words a second made him want to throw up and punch her at the same time. He kept his calm, though, because soon enough he was going to get rid of her once and for all.

No more headaches at last, Enigma thought to himself, letting out a breath silently. I'm getting rid of this stupid girl and her annoying habits.

"Summoner Enigmaaa? Helloooo?" Her pigtails – the same color as her eyes – bounced with every impatient step as Charlotte awaited an answer. Enigma sighed, realizing he was going to have to answer. Enigma remembered how if he didn't she would become even more annoying than before. Habit took over, and he just answered anyway.

"Yeah. You're going to do some Aiden." He grunted, nodding a little. This perked up the girl even further, and he was afraid that she was going to start talking again. His fear was confirmed, and she began jabbering some utter nonsense. Enigma hated her, but he told himself to just wait it out, he wouldn't have to put up with her anytime soon.

Their journey came to an end at the heart of the forest. The moon barely shone there, and the already dead trees were since gone, leading to a clearing. Charlotte looked around, realizing this was the heart. She usually only fought the monsters at the outskirts of the forest.

"Hmmm? We're at the heart of the forest. That's weird. You got any explanation for this? Ooh! Are we going to fight whatever monster's in the forest up here? That's awesome!" Charlotte turned to her Summoner.

"Shut up already." Enigma harshly snapped towards her. This was the first time he had spoken rudely at Charlotte, and she was taken aback. Her eyes widened.

"...I'm sorry?" She asked, speechless for the first time in her life. Enigma yanked her over by the pigtail before throwing her to the ground. Charlotte's umbrella fell out of her hand, clattering to the grass. Enigma kicked it away, towering over her. Charlotte trembled as a shadow passed over his face.

"I'm sick of you, Charlotte! You talk so damn much, it's like you never give us a minute of silence!" He already hated any Occult Girl that wasn't Anavel, and Charlotte talking so much as the last straw for him. He pulled her up by the pigtail again. The girl tried to fight back, but eventually he had a firm grasp on what he sought – her runes. When he first got her, he decided he would try and give her a chance, invest a few runes into her, but he hated himself for thinking he could ever use her anywhere.

Without any mana, he ripped the first rune out of her rune slots – a Violent rune. Pain shot through her body, and she screamed out. It was a horrible, burning feeling, making her entire body tremble. She tried fighting back again, to do anything to get away from the psychopath, but he easily overpowered her and tore the second rune out, a Blade rune. Charlotte threw up from the pain, though only blood came out. She knew she was going to have to endure it four more times, but she kicked and clawed, even though she knew it was futile.

In one hand, Enigma held six runes, altogether forming a set of Violent and Blade. Charlotte laid on the ground, barely alive. The pain had since gotten to her, and she couldn't move; her whole body sore. Knowing she wouldn't be running or fighting back anytime soon, he turned and left the forest, chuckling. He wasn't going to have any more headaches now, and he would finally be rid of the worst monster he ever knew.

Charlotte laid there for what felt like hours, waiting for the pain to subside. Eventually, the waves of pain that swept her body faded away, leaving her sore in the back of her neck, but she could finally move. She lifted her head, looking around. The forest was completely silent – save for her breathing. The girl twisted and turned her body, but finally managed to sit up.

She knew that there was no way she would be able to return to her old life, so now all she could do was hope that she could fight whatever she came across, though this was going to be even more difficult, now that she had no runes in her. Charlotte stood up. Her umbrella was gone, nowhere in sight. There was nothing she could do but keep walking.

The clearing laid in front of her, seeming to extend for what felt like miles. The moon was reflected in the lake at the middle of the clearing, a pool of white in a pool of darkness; how fitting, Charlotte thought to herself. To the right of her was a darker part of the forest, covered by the decaying claws that were once trees.

As she took a step, she could hear a loud cracking noise in the forest. The girl jumped, stuttering out a "who's there?" The glint of a mace could be seen, tearing down the corpses in its path. Out came a hooded being, wearing dark blue armor, carrying the mace in one hand. His armor was adorned with blue jewels and menacing spikes. His face was completely shadowed by darkness, leaving only a black pit. Charlotte knew what monster she was face-to-face with; the water Death Knight, Fedora.

"P-please, help me, sir, my Summoner just abandoned me..." She started, hoping that Fedora was friendly. He glared at her from behind the darkness of his hood, before answering in a deep, menacing voice.

"We don't take kindly to visitors." He swung his mace twice at her, before kicking Charlotte down. She fell like a ragdoll, and scrambled back up to her feet. That answered that question, Charlotte would have thought to herself. She made a run for it, though she had nowhere to hide. She could hear Fedora chasing after her; and for a moment, she thought to herself, This is how I die. Not in battle, but hours after being abandoned by my Summoner.

Her foot caught on something, and she went flying in the air. Instead of the sharp blades of grass greeting her, the ground sank under her weight, pulling her under. A freezing feeling rushed across her body, and muffled splashing noises could be heard. Charlotte couldn't breathe, nor could she swim. She looked up. The moon danced across her eyes in the rippling water, before being shadowed by Fedora. He could see her drowning, and he wasn't going to save her anytime soon. For all he cared, she was just an intruder to his world.

I'm sorry, Enigma... Charlotte thought, as a peaceful feeling rushed through her, numbing the cold. Suddenly she didn't mind dying. Her eyes fluttered, heart slowing down from panicked crashing. At least she had a good run, even if her ending was sad. Charlotte just wished she could have known Enigma hated how she always talked to him, thinking that she was just being friendly. Her eyes closed, letting the comforting cold surround her.

Goodbye, Fedora, Hwa, Velajuel, Verdehile...

...Goodbye, Enigma.