Dragons' Blood

A dark-haired youth limped his way through a dim cavern at the floor of the bottomless canyon that he 'fell' into. The fall down the valley failed to kill him and instead it was the infinitely more surprising explosion of his sword Ganglari that grievously wounded him, the very sword that his father had given to him prior to the mission. As he struggled to walk in search for aid, Corrin found no signs of life or civilization save for a nearby fort that had enough vulnaries to treat his superficial wounds. Eventually, the injured royal from a gilded cage stumbled upon a strange aura on an isolated part of the caverns that seemed to have opened up thanks to Ganglari's explosion. Recalling his last training exercise with Xander, the long-eared prince stood at its center, linking up with the long dormant Dragon Vein underneath it.

"I pray this can heal me or at least show me the way out of this blasted place."

Five seconds on the circle pass by and nothing happens.

"Perhaps it needs more time."

Another five seconds pass...there is no change in his surroundings.

"Damn, could it have failed?"

Corrin hadn't noticed his blood falling upon the ground, slowly changing the aura's color to a vibrant red. Each trickle of blood ran along hidden creases in the ground, revealing a perfectly drawn circle with intricate symbols underneath. The prince had no strength to move elsewhere as the earth below started to rumble. and his keen hearing allowed him to discern the metal clanking of armed men approaching.

"Neither side would know of this place so that could only mean assailants from multiple directions and here I am standing in broken armor and no weapon."

The prince's vision slowly began to falter and he had no doubt that he'd be made quick work of in his current condition.

*Thhck*

An arrow plants itself mere inches from the Prince's feet and from the corner of his eye, Corrin is able to make out shapes clad in armor that was of neither Hoshidan nor Nohrian make. Before the brunette could continue entertaining that train of thought, a swift fireball explodes a few feet away knocking him to the floor.

"Blast it all!"

The wounded young man yelled in defiance, slamming his fist on the stone floor. Now, the swordsmen and spearmen in the enemy party began their steady approach. He studied them for a moment before realizing that the metal in their blades was the same as that of the Wyrmslayer blades in Nohr.

"Those weapons, how could they have so many?"

"No, they're not Nohrian, they wouldn't be as restricted as we are."

"Shit! I've seen Xander and Camilla take some nasty cuts from those because of our dragon blood...But mine is much thicker than theirs and the last time one of those cut me, I..."

More of the prince's blood trickled on the cold stony floor underneath him.

Suddenly, the magic circle at the boy's feet pulsated, raw mystic power flooded the surroundings and engulfed the a blinding flash of light.

-?-

"I ask of you, are you my Master?"

"Where am I?"

"You stand at a crossroads between your world and another."

"W-who are you?"

"I am that which your blood has called forth across time and space."

"For what purpose?"

"To Serve as your blade and cut down your enemies."

"Why?"

"Because your blood demands it. Because deep in your soul, you called out to me."

"I didn't-"

"What is it you desire?"

"I wish to live."

"But of course, and what of those that conspired to send you to your death?"

"I..."

"Will you be content in letting them plot their next offense against you?"

"No."

"Then what is it that you desire?"

"I...want justice."

"Hm? Such a lofty word, can your convictions hold true?"

"Revenge."

"An honest answer."

...

"So I ask you more: Are you my Master?"

"Yes!"

As the bright light faded, a petite blonde woman in pitch black armor had emerged. She had a stern look on her face, the kind worn by those who've seen and done things that would haunt most people. In her hand was a single sword in a dark hue that matched her armor. The woman possessed a strong martial presence, from her posture that granted her a commanding presence in spite of her small frame to her almost regal gaze.

*Fzzt*

The pale woman zoomed passed the befuddled prince, swinging her blade and felling one of the unknown soldiers in the blink of an eye.

"Child's play," the swordswoman said matter-of-factly, betraying no emotion in her speech.

This time, one of the enemy mages stepped forward and launched a massive fireball.

*Boom*

A massive conflagration erupted, a blazing heat that could be felt from a distance.

"Hmph," the lone figure in jet black plate scoffed as the dust settled, "laughable little worm."

Now, the woman picked up a piece of rubble, one no larger than an eye, and hurled it at the attacking magician.

*Splosh*

The rock made contact with the man's eye causing blood to shoot in all directions. The stone refused to stop and obliterated his head before harmlessly arcing downwards to the floor.

*Phto*

The swordswoman spat out, an irritated look on her face before she turned to face her adversaries.

"May the gods have mercy on your wretched souls," she says as she raises her blade upward to her chest, "because I will not."

What happened next was something that Corrin could only describe as a storm, a force of nature that comes and goes, leaving nothing in its wake but utter destruction.

"By the Dusk Dragon, she's even stronger than Xander!"

The boy's eyes widened as he witnessed the carnage happening before him.

"One...Two...Three."

Corrin stares intently as three men fall from a single strike each.

*Zoom*

The pale woman's sword almost flies from her hands and impales two men to the wall.

"Ragh!" the woman in black runs to the nearest foe, furiously grabbing his helmet and twisting it until a sickening crack could be heard.

The woman's rampage did not end until only two remained on the battlefield, herself and the injured prince. Calmly, the blonde walks up to the wall with the impaled soldiers and pulls out her blade. Next, she strides towards the hunched over Corrin and plants her blade in the ground right before his face.

"I am the Servant Saber and as per our earlier contract, I shall become your blade."