Adam stumbles backward from Blake's punch.
He takes notice of half of Gambol Shroud's katana on the ground. He and Blake race for it, but Blake was faster.
In the next second both halves of the blade pierce his torso.
Adam looks down at his bleeding chest as the realization sets in.
"Oh..." Is all he can muster.
Blake pulls her blade out at the same time as the blade in his back. With his support gone, Adam falls forward, he kicks his foot out in an attempt to remain standing.
"My slave somewhere in the vast universe,"
Adam's reaches the edge of the bridge, with no more ground to land on, he falls to his knees.
"My divine, beautiful, wise and powerful servant,"
Obstructed by his white mask with red markings, his eyes roll back as he loses control over his body and slumps over the edge.
"I am Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière,"
While falling he smashes against a cliff and his body emits a sickening crunch, before bouncing off and landing on a thin iceberg where his sword also landed, he breaks through and falls in the water. As his body sinks, his mind shuts down, he was unaware of a big green oval appearing beneath him.
"Heed my summoning... and come forth...my familiar!"
The suffocating embrace of water, was replaced in a flash of green, rushing air was felt instead, another sensation felt was a burst of Aura, barely enough to jump start Adam's awareness.
He was falling again, surrounded by black smoke, the ground was close, Adam grabbed his falling sword and aimed it to absorb the impact.
Adam was confused, confused and bleeding, his body was refusing to give up, pushing itself past his limits. His mind couldn't keep up, nothing, aside from the strangers, was recognized as a threat.
'Strangers?'
Adam couldn't stand, kneeling on the ground using his sword as a crutch.
He didn't acknowledge the strangers talking in a language he didn't know, he didn't acknowledge the pink haired girl walking up to him and grabbing his head.
Then she kissed him.
He didn't care.
Then something did steal his attention, a burning sensation, one that was familiar to his memories.
A brand.
He was being branded!
He snarled and lashed out with his sword, before his world went black.
{Prologue End.}
I'm aware of my changes.