Note/Disclaimer : Nanoha does not belong to me. I wrote this story based on Nanoha.
Prologue
Tired. Sleepy. Cold. Where am I?
I slightly open my still sleeping eyes and took a glimpse outside. But my eyes were too exhausted. I only managed to take a small peek. It was only a blurred and distorted image. I was floating in some kind of a yellowish liquid in a cylindrical transparent container. There was several cold metal tube attached on parts of my body. One of them was attached on my wrist and another at my spinal cord. There was someone looking at me, outside of the container. That person was dark and covered in shadows. I could only define out the person's shape. But I could clearly remember the person's cold hard stare. It was so if the person could stare straight through my soul. I was scared. I was frightened. Who was that person with such a piercing stare? I tried hard to remember. I wrecked through my memories. Only reach a void. I could not remember anything! Fatigue overtook me. My consciousness slipped away into a dark abyss.
Darkness. Then I wondered no more.
Something bright woke me up. The light hurts my eyes. My left hand shielded my opening eyes from the intense light source. The light came from a small high window in the white-washed room. I could not see through it as it was located too high up. Maybe if I climbed up my bed and stood on it, I would be able to see the surroundings outside the windows. I directed my attention at the room that I was in instead of the window. I was in a white room with only a few pieces of furniture. All the furniture in the room was white in color. There was a white bed and a white drawer. The room had two doors. One door led to a bathroom while the other door led to a long red-carpeted corridor.
I got off my bed and tried walking to the bathroom. Something felt wrong. Although I was familiar with walking, my muscles seemed to be unused to it. I immediately did basic stretching exercises and realized that all of my muscles felt sore and I made awkward movements. Did I do any intensive activity the day before?
I slowly walked, no, I hobbled to the bathroom. I stared into the long full body mirror at my reflection. A pale girl with long golden hair and amber red eyes garbed in a simple long-sleeved white knee length dress and a thick black collar stared back at me. My hands touched the collar at neck. I began to dislike that strange ugly collar the moment I laid my eyes on it. I tried desperately tried to remove it. My hands probed for some kind of an opening, some kind of hole or dent but to no avail. The collar was seamless. It was as if the collar was a part of me. A part of me that I could never get rid of. My arms left the collar and fell down. I gave up trying to remove it and resigned myself to the cold hard reality. My initial dislike of the horrid collar turned into hatred.
I tilted my head and looked at my reflection.
Who was I? No, who am I now?
A sudden pain attacked my head viciously. I collapsed onto the cold hard marble floor, sprawled down there helplessly with no one to help me. I bit back my screams and my eyes overflowed with my silent tears. It hurts. I hate this feeling. The feeling of helplessness. The feeling of not being able to do anything.
After what seemed like eternality, the throbbing pain finally stopped. I trembled quietly. Unable to shake off the numbing after-effects of the hard intense pain. I smiled, despite my harsh experience of the unpredictable events. I regained my memories.
My name is Fate.