The Martyr
Disclaimer: Just own my original characters and plot
Prologue
"I'll hold him back, just go!" panted her aunt, blood gushing out from several gashes on her barrier jacket.
Please, she heard in her cold heart.
Hayate wouldn't last much longer and they both knew it. You would expect tears in a girl's eyes when the only parental figure she had left was about to sentence herself to a brutal death, but with all the destruction she had seen, there were no more tears left to shed. Where there was once pain, now held numbness.
As she turned her back on her dying army, she heard those cries of torture from her comrades as the enemy came closer to its target… her.
Instead of making her want to go help them, these screams just made her fly faster. She had to hurry or everything would go to waste, everyone she cared about would have died for nothing.
As she reached the only room in the church not destroyed by the war, she felt the familiar stab in her heart and an increase in the emptiness she felt…
She was now truly the only one left, the only one who could fix this.
Aunt Hayate was just added to the list of people who she had to avenge.
Vita, Shamal, Rein, Signum, Zafira, Subaru, Ginga, Teana, Vice, Uncle Chrono, Aunt Amy, her cousins, her grandparents, Yuuno, Erio, Caro, Friedrich, Arf, the names never stopped.
They all ran through her head as a bright red circle began glow beneath her feet. With each passing name, the power pulsing through her veins strengthened. The walls around her began to crumble but she didn't notice. The spell was too close to completion and if sidetracked for a split second, it would be a failure.
But she couldn't fail…
She wouldn't fail…
Stone started falling around her, but the circle reached its peak…
"Apollo, Athena," she said in a hoarse voice, "You know what to do."
"Sì, signore"
"Nai, kýrie"
… I promise Onee-chan, Fate-mama, Nanoha-mama…
… I promise I will change everything…
… No matter what happens, no matter what I have to do, I won't fail you…
… Not again…
When his men broke into the room, all he could do was curse, because the room was empty.
Miles away, a blonde sighed in relief, "The future and past have now been blurred. It's all up to her now."
May the Lord be with you, young Takamachi, thought Carim.
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