Well, thanks guys. For putting pressure on me to continue this. I didn't really believe that it would gain much attention. I meant I don't think my first attempt was really any good. But if you guys enjoy it, good on you. I hope I keep you entertained.
Little note here, I was originally going to do Rin but most of you want Illya. Did you know that details on Heracles's summon differ and are hard to find? From my research, one source said that Illya summoned him in the Forest, another said that she summoned him in the castle. I believe in the Unlimited Blade Works anime, he was summoned by the Einzbern family before hand and Illya then took command of him. So, for the sake of the story, we'll go with the anime path.
The Einzberns summoned Heracles and planned to have Illya make a connection with him, however his strength was far too much for her to handle and the connection was left fragile after many attempts. Please go with it.
Still a short chapter, sorry. Let me know if you guys like these lengths or if you guys would prefer longer ones.
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Silver eyes met with…
[Choice]
Cerulean shaded eyes.
Eyes as beautiful as Rubies.
Eyes filled with nothing but despair.
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...Your Fate is sealed...
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Illyasviel von Einzbern was in awe. No, shock. Maybe a mixture of both, but the emotion overwhelming all her senses at the moment had to be fear.
She was drowning in it. After all, a few feet in front of her stood a Servant. His blue hair swaying slightly in the cold wind. His black school uniform was cut and torn here and there, while his entire right arm was burnt off, showing his well-toned and muscular arm, although it was severely burned to the point that the skin had been charred. However, despite this, he still held on tightly to the sword in his hand.
The sword was…..exquisite, ethereal even. The hilt and base were made of a goblet, a chalice. The guard where feathers, white and pure as snow. From inside the chalice came the blade. Looking as delicate as glass, the blade was clear however from inside it pulsed with a red glow every so often, as if alive. Strangely enough, she felt something emanating from the blade. Nothing evil-like, but also not good. She felt the blading was judging her. Sizing her up.
The ground around him was covered in snow, but it was not pure white. It was stained dark red. Some areas of the red snow were aflame and yet the snow around the flames didn't melt. The biggest of the flames were centered in front of the blue haired Servant. The flames were engulfing a body.
It wasn't just any body either. It was the body of another Servant. One she knew all too well. Herecles's body lay on the ground, blood pooling below him and the staining the snow red, flames dancing on and around him. He made noises, gurgling, trying to move and get up, however, his body had been burned to a crisp to put it lightly. While Illya didn't have the connection to Heracles like before, she knew that whatever her new Servant did, managed to kill Heracles a number of times. She didn't know exactly how many, but seeing that attack first hand, she wouldn't doubt that Berserker was on his last legs.
And to think, she thought she would have died today by those wolves, but her world was turned upside down the minute they attacked her. It was during that time that she wished out to be saved. To be cared for. To never be abandoned again, and something had answered.
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Illya ruby eyes were locked with the stranger's silver. She wasn't entirely sure why she had answered his questions, but she had answered before she knew what she was doing. She was his Master, but that couldn't be true. Her Servant was Berserker. Well, he should have been anyway, but the pain of having to control and maintain him in this world until the Grail appeared, was too hard on her body. Leysritt and Sella had severed the connection before she could tell them to stop.
Not wanting to be known as a failure to her family and risk punishment, she had asked them to keep quiet. She tried again, and again, until finally the connection was established, but the pain was still too great to do anything too extraneous with Berserker. Then, her grandfather wanted to test them. She had thrown them both outside of the mansion, into the snow filled forest, and were tasked to return on their own without help. Needless to say, if she had to move Berserker for that long the pain would cause her to pass out, so she had abandoned him and went on her own.
She was relatively safe, albeit the extreme cold. However, her situation had taken a turn for the worse as she noticed a pack of wolves following her. She had tried to run, but they were wolves. They had caught up and without waiting, bit into her.
She screamed. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt! They were biting her arms, legs, her head, stomach, nearly everywhere on her, trying to tear her apart.
In that moment, she made a wish. A wish for someone to rescue her. A wish for someone to protect her. A wish for someone to lover her and care for her, and apparently, her wish was granted.
The wild wolves, sensing something coming, let go of her and jumped away. Then there was a bright light and the sensation of something snapping, and right after, being renewed. She felt another connection. She had at first thought it to be her connection to Berserker, but this connection felt warmer, kinder, and pleasant all around. It did not burden her and instead made her feel safe.
The light died down and she tried to sit up from where the wolves left her. In front of her was another person. Well, person wasn't right. He had been kneeling, a hand on his head, the other on the ground helping steady him. He remained like that for a few seconds and then, he started to raise his head. Their eyes met and then he had asked her.
"Are you my Master?"
It couldn't have been possible, she had Berserker. She had her Servant….and yet, the next words to come out of her mouth was…
"Yes." She even surprised herself with how much confidence she had in her answer.
They then stayed silent for a few seconds, just staring into each other's eyes. It was getting a little awkward for Illya, but just as she was about to say something, she noticed something move from behind the Servant.
A wolf. Ready to pounce. She opened her mouth to warn him.
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(Minato POV)
Cute. That was how he would describe the small girl in front of him. Her red eyes were enticing, captivating.
Minato was a bit trouble though. They were outside, in some pretty cold weather and this girl was only wearing a white dress. No, not all white. Red spots were on her dress in various places. Blood. She was bleeding. Why?
Then….
Danger.
Dodge? Optional. Counterattack? Probably a better option.
With speed, he didn't know he had, Minato quickly drew the sword he had sheathed at his side and without looking back, swung the sword in a wide arc behind him. The next instant he felt a warm liquid splash onto his back. He heard something land in the snow to the left of him.
He looked. A wolf. Well, what was a wolf anyway. Only the bottom half of it was there, its blood already staining the snow. He looked to right and found the top half of its body. Well, what an unfortunate end.
Minato, still sensing that he was in danger, slowly stood up. During that time, he took a look at the sword in his right hand. He instantly recognized it. It was unoriginal, basic. An empty sword with no name. A Nihil Sword.
Odd. Not his first choice in weapons but it would have to do for now.
He turned around. Five more wolves surrounded him, unsure of what to do. Having seen one of their own cry out in pain before becoming split in two, they circled him, trying to decide whether he was easy prey, like the girl behind him, or a threat. Of course, being animals, starving ones at that, they were more inclined to believe he was easy prey.
Now, while Minato was indifferent to death under normal circumstances, he did try to avoid it if possible. He didn't want to kill these wolves, but they were wild, hunting, and hungry. HE doubted he could reason with them. If needed, he would defend himself and the little girl behind him. However, there might be another way to solve this without having to kill them.
Minato closed his eyes and concentrated. He looked inside himself, searching for another part of him. A Persona. One that would be able to help him. Not having needed his Persona ability the last few months of school, he was a bit rusty. Oh, wait. He found it. 'Grabbing' hold of the Persona, he shifted it into his Mind.
One of the wolves, sensing an opening, ran straight towards Minato, growling. If he didn't do something soon, this wolf would attack him.
"What are you doing?! Hurry, up and protect yourself!" Minato heard the girl behind him scream.
Minato opened his eyes and glared at the wolf. The effect was instantaneous.
The wolf tripped over itself and the resulting momentum made it roll forward. As soon as it came to a stop, it got back up on its knees, however, its ears were pulled back, his head was down and it was whining. It started to back up slowly, fearful.
Then Minato glared at the other wolves, they started to do the same. They were scared. But, of course, why wouldn't they be. Minato had equipped one of his personal Persona. The Greek God of Death Thanatos. Everything that is considered alive would be fearful of death no matter what. Well, not everything, but these wolves were definitely scared of Death.
Usually a glare would have never stopped these mindless beasts, but when a Persona was equipped to Minato, he gained their abilities. One of the abilities being amplifying his anger and bloodlust. Fear was a powerful weapon and one that Thanatos excelled at using.
Then, the first wolf ran away. Then the next, and the next. Minato kept glaring in their directions, directing his bloodlust at them until they were out of site. As soon as they couldn't be seen anymore, Minato relaxed.
He took a deep breath and quickly switched back to his original Persona, Orpheus, though outwardly it didn't appear like he did a thing. He sheathed his sword and turned around, about to ask if she was alright, but stopped himself when he got a look at her face.
Her eyes were widened, her mouth agape. Her entire body trembled and she stared at him. In her eyes, he could it. Fear.
Minato sweatdropped. It looks like he overdid it, releasing his blood lust with Thanatos as an amplifier, that it even reached her. He sighed and started walking towards.
When she saw this, her body stopped trembling and she looked up at him. Her mouth opened and closed, trying to get something, anything out.
"S-Sto-Stop. P-Ple-Please." She finally managed.
He ignored her.
He walked right up to her and knelt down, trying to get to her eye level. She was still shaking a bit. She needed to calm down. As long as he was here, she would be safe. That being said, he needed to do something about her wounds first. Maybe that would help convince her that he wasn't a danger. Then he would be able to ask her some questions because, boy, did he have a ton.
Her eyes were glued to his every move.
He reached down and grabber the Evoker from his holster. She stiffened
Evoker. The Key to his most powerful weapon. It looked like a gun, and to summon a Persona, one needed to face their mortality. What better way to do that then to point it at their own head and pull the trigger?
So, he did just that. Thinking of the right Persona, he raised the Evoker to his head. Her eyes widened once more.
"WH-What are you doing?! Don't!" She yelled as she reached for the Evoker.
Too late. A gunshot rang out, followed by the sound of breaking glass.
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(Illya POV)
What?! What was this idiotic, stupid Servant thinking?! Whatever he did to frighten the wolves worked, however the feeling of dread she felt at that time was unimaginable.
She was scared for her life. That Servant would kill her. She actually saw her death by his hand. His bloodlust had been suffocating.
Honestly, if he wanted to scare the wolves he could have done that without affecting her as well, couldn't he have?
And now, it seemed as if he wanted to commit suicide as to repent! Why?!
She needed to stop him. She moved her arms quickly but she was too late and a gun shot rang out along with….the sound of breaking glass?
She had expected to see blood come out of the other side of his head, but instead, what looked like shards of glass flew out. The glowing pieces of glass floated for a bit before converging right in front of her. Slowly, a small humanoid figure started to form. Once all pieces finally came together, the glowing stopped, and it the figures place, was what looked like a small person. Except, this person had wings. And pointy ears.
She had orange hair and wore a blue one piece leotard and long blue gloves and similarly colored shoes. Her wings, sparkled a bit as they flapped rapidly. A mischievous smile adorned her face. A fairy? Her Servant summoned a Fairy?
What? What just happened?
"Eh…Wai..What?" She managed to stutter out.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Pixie. My Master here wishes for me to heal your wounds. Is that fine?" The small girl, adequately named Pixie asked.
Illya was still to shocked/confused to reply.
Her Servant though, had a curious expression on his face as he looked at Pixie, as if he was surprised she could talk. No, he was not allowed to be confused. She was.
Taking her silence as a yes, Pixie flew close to Illya's face and cupped her hands together. In them, a small light start to shine. It continued to grow in intensity until Pixie crushed the light in her tiny hands and spread her arms at her.
Instantly, Illya felt relief. Her pain disappeared, her weariness gone, and she felt warm inside. She quickly reached for a place where she knew one of the wolves bit her and felt around. Nothing. Not even a scar.
She looked back up to Pixie, who was smiling, ear to ear.
"Feeling better?" She asked.
Illya nodded, slightly.
Pixie giggled and then started to glow. As she started to dim, her entire being disappeared, and she was now face to face with the Blue haired Servant. His brow was furrowed as he stared at the place where Pixie was.
"Weird." Was the only thing he said before he stood up.
Weird? What was? Everything that has happened to her up to this point was strange.
A hand appeared in front of her face. She looked up at the Servant, his face impassive. He didn't say anything but kept his arm outstretched.
She narrowed her eyes at him before she took his hand and helped her up. She needed him to explain everything. Why he was here. Who he was. And why he was her Servant. He had better have good answers too.
But….
Before she could ask a single thing, a roar exploded from the forest.
They both looked in the direction of the roar. The trees in that direction were shaking and birds were flying away. Something was coming and she knew exactly what. Things were about to get complicated.
Seeming to understand the situation, and the fact that whatever was coming towards them was coming fast, he stepped in front of her and drew his sword.
"Stay back." He said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Another roar. He was getting close. Battle was unavoidable.
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I wrote this from 2-5 in the morning, expect mistake here and there. I still need to find a beta to fix my grammar and wording, one of my downfalls for sure.
Little thing, Illya may not act like she would so I need to fix that but let me know. Also, there's something up with Minato's Persona but I'm not revealing just yet. Just know that he was immediately summoned right after death.
Anyway thanks for reading and let me know your thoughts.
See ya.
