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One: The Beginning
A girl stood and looked down from the cliff; her long, golden-colored hair swayed behind her as a soft breeze blew by. From up there, she saw the city she had been aiming to get to since she had escaped from the confinements of her home. She shuddered at the wind and wrapped her brown cape around herself. With one swift movement, she slid down the rocks towards the gates of Exordium.
Before entering Exordium, she pulled her cap lower to cover her hair and eyes. Golden hair and wine colored eyes has always been unique traits of the Testarossa family, one of the seven families said to be chosen by deus, the sole god of the world. These families were chosen to protect the people and were charged to dedicate their entire life to this cause. Indeed, the children of these families were distinct from the rest. Where everybody else was born from the combined love of a mother and a father, the sole child born into each of the seven families came from their precedents' drop of blood nurtured in the sacred fountain. These children grow up and are taught all that they need at their family temple by their "father"/"mother". At the age of 16, the child is considered to have become of age and takes over the job of his/her "father" or "mother."
Fate Testarossa sighed. Tomorrow she will become 16 and after the initiation ceremony, her whole life will be spent either holed up in her temple (aka "home"), hacking away at cultists in some hidden cave or cellar or, even better, haggling and playing innocent with kings and queens. She's sure her maids and caretakers at the temple are frantically searching for her right now; after all, the heiress still hasn't returned home with only one day before the ceremony.
"Oh well," she thought, "I'll just apologize sincerely to them when I return. Though Linith will probably make a huge fuss." The thought of her kind and loving maid made her smile, as Linith is the only one in the temple who treated her as a real person and not simply the heiress/young master of the Testarossa family.
Slight shuffling sounds woke Fate up from her thoughts. Frowning slightly, she realized she has absent mindedly wandered into a dark alleyway. She narrowed her eyes as she looked around for the cause of the sounds. Wind hit the back of her head; by the time she turned around, all she saw were silver blades heading her way.