[Twenty One Years Ago]

He was cold, cold, lost and with no idea as to where he was.

His memories were a jumbled mess, and he knew not how he got here nor where he was before and was even having a hard time remembering who also he was. His body was aching with exhaustion, and wounds from a battle were leaking with fresh blood.

His hair was the colour of rust, with bangs white as the snow beneath him mixed in, and his golden eyes scanned the area to find some clue as to where he was. His outfit was a mangled mess, adorned in tattered rags which once were clothes, a sleeve ripped off revealing an arm wrapped in a holy shroud.

He pushed his body forward, trying to ignore the harsh cold winds which his 'clothes' failed to protect from, the only warmth coming from the feeling as if the insides of his body were on fire.

But he continued to press on ahead, looking for any signs of civilisation or life other than the dozens of wolves behind him, the blood beneath them smeared with crimson just like the two married twin swords in his hands, one black and the other white.

He continued to press on until his eyes came across something he'd never thought he'd seen.

It was a castle, though none made of stone nor metal but rather shining blue ice.

Questions racked his mind, but he cared not for them now and pressed on, crossing the bridge made of the same material till he came across the twin doors that led inside, and noticed the lacking of any marks left from tools, leaving with more questions as to how this was constructed.

He pushed the thought for later, as he soon pressed the doors open and walked inside, soon to be greeted with the sight of a master-crafted room with a chandelier made of ice which shined brightly down upon him.

Suddenly the sound of heels clicking against the ground echoed through, and his head shot up to the second floor where he saw a woman come out and stare at him.

Amber eyes laced with silver met icy blue, and a hint of what felt like recognition clicked into his mind, with the image of a woman with similar features appearing as this one clicked in the back of his head.

Though they soon disappeared as he recognised the difference, and soon the woman spoke to out to him.

"Who're you?" She demanded, though her voice was giving away hints of fear.

His name? He tried to think back, his mind still fuzzy as to who he was until something clicked in the back of his head.

"My name... My name is-"

It was at this time that he passed out from exhaustion, and the last thing he saw was the woman gasp and seemingly ran towards his aid.

[Present Time]

The sun rose over the horizon on the country of Auradon, shining down at the well-renowned school known as Auradon prep, where the bright golden rays of light shined into the dorms.

In one of the rooms, a young man no older than sixteen was laying down onto the floor fast asleep, despite his bed is only a few feet away.

He had medium length platinum blonde hair a few shades away from being the colour of snow, and fair caucasian skin. His outfit consisted of a blood red flannel shirt with an icy blue tank top underneath, a pair of dark jeans, and black and checkered Convers, with each shoe contradicting the other regarding colour pattern.

Beside him was a drape with an assortment of objects ranging from simple shop tools and kitchen utensils to small arms like daggers and swords.

The young man continued to sleep soundlessly on the ground, till a nock from his door eventually began to wake him up.

"Kiri, I know you're in there!" The voice of a female called, "You better not be sleeping on the floor again!"

Recognising the voice, the young man's golden amber eyes immediately up and he shot up to his feet and realised his predicament, hastily taking the drape and tools and scooting them under his bed as fast as he could, before answering the voice.

"I'm not, Ingrid!" He replied before standing up and quickly dusting himself off and trying to fix his hair.

Before he could finish. However, the door to his room burst open, revealing a woman a few years older than him, with shoulder length dark blonde hair, caucasian skin, and a pair of green eyes. She wore a long sleeve green shirt and jeans, with a blue jacket wrapped around her waist.

"Is that so?" The girl asked as she stepped into the room, giving a quick look around before turning her gaze to the younger man, "Are you still wearing yesterdays clothes?" She pointed out.

"No," He flat out lied, trying his best not to look nervous.

Ingrid didn't believe it, and immediately went to bed and pulled the drape and weapons out with a single pull, revealing everything to her.

"Kiritsugu," She said with a testing tone and speaking his full first name, giving the younger man a light glare.

"Um, so maybe I did a 'small' bit of Magecraft... training..."

Ingrid narrowed her eyes, not believing he merely did a 'small' amount of magic training, especially after giving the number of swords a glance, which she knew were not in his possession yesterday, which only meant one thing.

"How much sleep did you get last night?" Ingrid demanded as she grabbed 'Kiri's' chin and looked at the small bags under his eyes.

"About... 4 ... hours," He said to her, trying his best to remember and think what number would also please her.

"Kiri," She said with a hint of disbelief before letting go of his chin, "You know you need to be getting at least eight hours of sleep, or else you're going to end up passing out in the middle of class," She lectured before crossing her arms.

"I'm fine, I was just doing a bit of magic practice, nothing too large," Kiritsugu defended.

"Uhuhuh!" Ingrid said as she held her finger out, "As your older cousin it is my responsibility to make sure that you get enough sleep and don't flunk out of school," She said as she put her hands on her hips, "Don't make me call mom or auntie an tell her that you've been staying up late."

"Okay okay!" Kiritsugu said as he gave up, "I'll try and tone it down," He said, sounding like he has said that line nearly a hundred times like a broken record.

"Mhm," Ingrid muttered, "Sure. Now go shower up and get ready for breaky, I don't want to sit next to Mr Stinky all morning long," she said before turning to head out the door, "And actually wash yourself, don't just drench yourself in water for a few seconds and come out."

"Okay, 'mom'," Kiritsugu muttered under his breath, something he probably shouldn't have done.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

~I Am The Bone Of My Sword~

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[End Chapter: 00]