A/N: Hello again, good reader. I hope this will be the last author's note before a chapter begins and the next will only appear after the chapters have ended.
But yea to the point. Some people have asked me about this and I noticed that if I don't clarify it in general, then after this chapter, even more people will think about it.
This story will NOT include IllyaxRobin. It's not that I hate the idea, it is just that I didn't plan for it to happen and I'm a terrible romance writer.
So no IllyaxRobin only a platonic friendship. Sorry.
A Big thank you to Arrixam for beta reading this story.
Edited: 25/09/2015- Just some corrections and rephrasings.
~Invisible Ties of Fate~
Chapter 2: Break the Ice
Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The master is my great ancestor ~ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅.
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
fill. fill. fill. fill. fill.
Repeat five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
――――I announce.
If thou wouldst obey this mind and this reason, then answer my call.
Thou who is all the good in the world.
Thou who holds all the ties in the world.
Follow the call of the Holy Grail.
Thou whose fate is bound by many.
Thou who changes thy fate.
Be it thy death that is deceived anew.
In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath.
I am the one who becomes all the good in the world.
I am the one who holds all the bonds in the world.
So, O keeper of balance let thy Invisible Ties be bound by eternity and
emerge of this sea of power and cross those veils of the unknown ―――！
As the words were spoken and the incantation finished, it was like a ripple through time and space had been unleashed. But it wasn't just a senseless aftereffect from the ritual.
No, it had a purpose. A purpose it needed to accomplish.
It was not sentient nor was it even really aware, but it knew where it had to go.
It knew what it was that it needed to reach.
So it began to move, to connect the end with the beginning, to show the one it searched for the right way.
But something was not right.
If it had been sentient, if it had been really aware, it would have noticed that something was wrong, very wrong.
The connection it tried to open up was almost completely sealed.
It almost seemed as if it wasn't supposed to venture in this place just yet.
As if the act itself wasn't even expected by the being that permitted the passage.
The Holy Grail hadn't completely opened the gateway, yet.
Usually, this wouldn't be a problem.
Usually, it would just try and open the blocked passage, using every ounce of power it was lent by the being who had spoken, forcing its way through the sealed area.
Usually, but not today.
Even the immense power it was bestowed with by the being, the power that was greater than every other power that had ever caused the ripple before, was not enough.
If the ripple could gape in surprise in the moment as it was halted by the blocked passage, it would.
It had made it only a bit more than half way through.
The energy from the being that had spoken was still present, if not as strong as before and kept the ripple in existence, but the power was fading and was not enough to break through more of the passage, never mind to reach the other side.
It had failed.
There was no disappointment or regret.
But failed it had, this was a fact that even it couldn't dismiss.
Still, there was nothing the ripple could do besides waiting for the power that kept it in existence to fade.
But, it wouldn't need to wait for much longer.
"I Challenge my Fate"
The words were spoken from somewhere far away.
They were of great power and meaning.
However, that did not matter.
The preparations had been finished, the incantation had been spoken and a leading catalyst had been present. The words couldn't influence the ripple anymore and it didn't care for them either.
But, the words never intended to reach and influence the ripple, because they weren't meant for it. They were meant for them, the ones the ripple was supposed to reach and to bring back to the beginning.
They were meant for the beings that resided on The Throne of Heroes.
And one of them answered the call.
It created an own force through time and space. A force which burst open the rest of the blocked passage from the other side and cleared the path.
The being from the Throne of Heroes hadn't only obeyed to the call, but had decided to walk the way through his own decision.
He wasn't just specially summoned as with a catalyst.
While a catalyst guaranteed the summoning of a certain Heroic Spirit for the most time, it only established a connection from one side, from the beginning to the end.
The so summoned Heroic Spirit had nothing to do with the summoning there was nothing that connected him and the summoner, nothing that wanted to go from the end to the beginning.
He would just be pulled out of the Throne, without initial reason or desire to fight for the one who called him. Only the promise of claiming the Holy Grail would reduce their displeasure.
Master and Servant still could form great pairs where one could learn from the other greatly, or however they could end miserably, loathing the ideals held by the respective other.
Heroic Spirits on the other hand which had likewise a connection to the summoner, be it through an object like an magical pendant or an life-determining conviction, were more prone to be compatible with the master from the start and would be summoned every time.
Every time.
The ripple already had its set destination, a certain hero it had to bring back.
But the force didn't care about that and just drove the ripple in the direction of the beginning, with a pressure that couldn't be denied.
If pictured in human terms; it would be like sticking a gun to the back of a person and saying: "Lead the way".
There was no other possibility than to subdue.
So, the way it lead. And they, again, reached the beginning. Its job was done and so the ripple ceased to exist, while the Heroic Spirit entered through the exit and would be already at the side of the being that had spoken.
If the ripple could speak there would be just one thing that it would say at this very moment.
Good Luck
~Invisible Ties of Fate~
The first thing he noticed, even before his eyes were completely open, was the vast amount of energy that circulated throughout his body. He could count the times he had felt this strong and powerful in his lifetime on the fingers of one hand, two fingers to be exact.
Only as he had entered Mount Prism and later the Dragon's Table had he felt equally powerful or maybe even slightly more so.
'So…' he asked himself. '…What monster of a Master could have summoned me?' because seriously, which humans mana output equaled to that of a place which was literally supplied by a God itself, even if it was only a by-product of said god?
That thought frightened him a little, but enthralled him no less.
As his eyes were open at last, he noticed the next big and worrisome detail about his summoning.
His Master was in danger.
The warning he received, through the connection between him and his new Master, shrilled in his mind like an alarm clock.
But he really wouldn't have needed the extra warning, because he could see the problem just fine.
His eyes darted around taking up the surroundings of the place he was in.
White. Snow.
Many trees. A forest.
Dusk was over. Darkness. Night.
Beasts. Wolves. Dangerous. Not to him.
No detail fled his studying gaze as he was finished in not even the blink of an eye and turned his glance to the last detail that was left in the area.
There on the ground lay his Master, he was of a small and delicate looking build, or to be more accurate - she was, and her hair was as snow white as his.
His mind wanted to wonder why such a small girl who looked only like a little kid was in such a dangerous situation and had summoned him. But he quickly stopped this thought ürocess, because he already knew that you should never judge a book by his cover, even if she looked only like a little girl to him.
If you pushed her buttons the wrong way, she could turn out to be a fire breathing dragon at any moment.
'Never will fall for that one again,' he thought with a funny lock on his face, ignoring the fact that he had already fallen for it at least twice.
Only a few seconds had passed since his summoning, but it would seem as if even these were almost too much. One of the beasts was already on his master, with bared teeth and everything, but that was as far as it would go.
With a silent command a book materialized in his left hand, as he aimed with his right at the beast. It was too close to his master to unleash something powerful, it was too likely that he would hurt his Master too, if he tried.
He needed something small, something concentrated that wouldn't spread and he knew just the right one.
"Wind", he almost whispered the words, but there was nothing more needed to unleash the concentrated blade of air which covered the distance between him and the beast in an instant.
The beast couldn't even yelp in surprise as it was cleaved neatly in two by the blade of air and died instantly. The noises of the wind blade and of their dying pack member made the other beasts eventually aware of his presence.
However, it already was too late, as he targeted another two and in quick succession shot perfect aimed wind blades towards them.
He didn't wait for his spells to connect and instead turned his gaze to a bulk of wolves who seemed to think that they would be more secure if they stuck close together.
They were dead wrong with that one though and he was kind of relieved that he wouldn't have to kill all of the beasts separately. He took a moment to ponder which spell would get them all in one fell swoop, without being too much of an overkill.
While he really enjoyed the feeling of the enormous power that circulated through him and was keen to test as much of his abilities against this beast as he could, he had to admit that this would be a foolish thing to do.
An enemy, Servant or Master, could be in close proximity or even observing him right now, so it wasn't the best idea to use something to powerful or flashy.
"What a shame…way to steal my fun, brain," he muttered half jokingly under his breath, but he needed to get back to topic and again pondered for a moment before coming to a decision.
'Not to powerful, not to flashy but enough to get them all in one go…perfect,' he thought as he again raised his right arm at the beasts and declared this time in a little louder voice.
"Arcthunder!"
Two balls of lightning seemed to appear out of nowhere above the bulk of wolves, they instantly morphed into two spears of lighting which crashed down onto the gathered beasts, frying them from the inside out.
The heat of the lighting evaporated some of the snow and for a moment a hazy mist formed over the forest clearing, obscuring his line of sight. The only beast left alive, which hadn't been with the bulk, seemed to take this as an invitation to jump at his Master from the cover of the mist.
Despite this, before its fangs or claws could even come close to touching its target, it found itself in an iron grip.
He had caught the beast out of mid air.
Two dark brown pairs of eyes stared in one another, one with wide open eyes full of fear and the other with a narrowed gaze that burned with a furious rage. While the eyes were wild, his voice was as calm as ice as he slowly spoke the last words the beast would ever hear.
"Thunder,"
As the smoking body went limp in his grip he threw it to the side, away from his Master.
One quick look around confirmed that no other beasts were in the area and he finally turned to the laying form of his Master. The book in his left dematerialized, again with an unspoken command.
There she laid, sleeping – or more likely unconscious, on the grou…wait a minute.
A wide open space, in the middle of nowhere.
A mysterious person sleeping on the ground.
And someone who finds her, offering his help without hesitation.
'Sweet Naga, are you kidding me? It seems the Root has some sense of humor after all,'
He thought while shaking his head in disbelieve.
Like on cue his Master began to stir.
'Okay, if the Root wants to play then let's get at it, because two can play this game,' He thought to himself with a challenging smile.
He knew exactly what to say next.
~Invisible Ties of Fate~
"Say Master, do you really know where this castle is you spoke about?" he asked with a neutral face.
"Because I seem to remember this particular snow heap and that we already walked past it..."
He pointed at a snow heap which vaguely resembled a wild animal.
"…twice." He added after an intentionally long pause.
His Master just glared at him for a moment with her bright red eyes, huffed and looked forward again.
She hadn't spoken much since they had closed their contract as Master and Servant, It was frustrating. He had tried to start some conversations with his usual attitude, but it seemed that it was harder than usual to get in good graces with his partner.
His Master was truly a though nut to crack. He began to grin to himself.
He loved a good challenge.
His eyes wandered to his Master again, who still wore his coat. People who knew him would certainly flip at this sight, he never let anyone wear his coat, only a handful of people ever had the privilege to wear it and they were the most important to him on the whole wide world.
While that certainly still stood true, he first and foremost was a Servant and his Master well-being was most important to him. But even more important; his Master needed the invisible support desperately. He had seen it in her eyes, as she first locked her gaze with his.
He had seen hatred, much hatred, but he already knew this look, it was only a cover for the sadness and loneliness that were hidden behind the curtain of hatred.
So that she couldn't be hurt more than she already had.
What fate could have befallen such a young girl, to have a look like that in her eyes?
He would find out and nothing would stop him from doing so.
None of these two problems was the most urgent though.
The most urgent was what he could see every time a part of his Masters body was revealed while she was walking and his coat didn't managed to cover her completely.
She was covered in wounds and bruises and it seemed like she couldn't move her right arm at all. He had seen how she tried to hide this fact from him, but he noticed it nevertheless.
He never regretted it more than in this moment, that he never had learned how to use a healing staff.
And why did she wore only a thin nightgown without even shoes or socks on anyway? The place was frozen for Nagas sake!
Someone had forced his Master in this dangerous place against her will, he was sure about it. He would find out who did it and then they would have…a nice little talk…just they and him.
He would make sure about that.
His look was ire as he again concentrated on his Master who looked visible tired, but still said nothing to him about it and just walked onwards without pause.
Even though anyone could see that she had no idea where she was going.
His Master was truly a stubborn one. She would not admit to her weakness and would drive herself forward till she collapsed.
She reminded him of a certain blue haired, stubborn as-a-rock, princess who had a similar problem once upon a time.
'What luck, that because of that I know exactly how to handle my little Master,'
He thought to himself with a sly grin.
If she wouldn't admit to her problems on her own, he would just force her too.
He stepped behind his still oblivious Master and grabbed her by the collar of her –his– coat, lifting her up in the air and maneuvering her so that she now lay bridal style in his arms.
The only thing she managed during the whole process was to squeal in surprise.
"Caster what is the meaning of this? Let me down at once!" she demanded with a voice that would force obedience, if it hadn't been ruined by the fact that she had tangled herself up in his way to big coat and was now struggling to get free.
He had to admit, it looked kind of adorable.
"C-Caster you…" she began angrily as she noticed the grin on his face.
"Please do not move Master or you will just make your arm hurt worse," he interrupted her with a solemn and worried tone.
"You are hurt and I'm sure that I embarrass you deeply with my actions…", he began while looking her in the eyes "…but to be honest I don't care," she gaped at the statement, but he continued before she could retort something.
"I don't care how embarrassed you are, because I'm worried about your well-being Master. I can see how tired you are even if you try to hide it from me and lets be real here, we ARE hopelessly and utterly lost, if you want to admit it or not," he saw conflicting emotions wash over her face.
She wanted to be angry at him, but couldn't.
She wanted to make up excuses, but knew that he already had seen through her.
So she settled for something he didn't quite expect just yet; acceptance and an apology.
"You are right Caster…I'm sorry, I don't even know where we are going anymore, but I need to get back to the castle so that my family sees that I have done it…that I didn't fail," she spoke in a low voice and he noticed how the last words were spoken with a pained undertone.
"Don't worry Master we will be back soon enough and then your family will see that you didn't fail," he said with a reassuring smile.
"And really, how could they believe something like that after seeing me? I mean I'm like the most impressive guy ever! Didn't you see my coat? It's marvelous!" he exclaimed to the heavens in an exaggerated enthusiastic tone and then looked down on his Master and asked.
"Don't you think so too Master?...be careful what you answer or maybe I take my coat back", he added with a sly grin.
As he saw her hands reflexively tightening around his coat, he knew that he had won. And the small hearty giggle that his Master gave him was just the bonus.
"You are right. I mean, I summoned you so of course you must be the best Servant. A mage as great as me could never summon someone weak," she answered with a devious grin and a self-praise, that he couldn't counter after what he said before.
"You are a fast learner Master and I thought that I had found someone to poke fun at for a little longer," he sighted with a playful smile on his face.
He had started walking again while speaking to his Master and had simultaneously kept an eye open for a place to rest.
Therefore, he located a sufficient looking tree which roots were for the most part outside of the soil and had a gap big enough that a human could crawl under them, forming a functional shelter. He now stood before the tree and let his master down carefully. She hopped out of his arms as she was near the ground and started to immediately stagger, but a strong hand grabbed her by the shoulder preventing her from falling over, before letting go as she stood stable again.
"Be careful Master; and please take shelter under this tree while I search for some branches to make a fire," he said while looking around, making sure that no wild beasts where in the surrounding area, before he turned around and vanished in the dark spots under the trees which the full moon couldn't illuminate.
~Invisible Ties of Fate~
She watched the man leave and averted her eyes only as he was completely swallowed by the darkness of the night. No, she corrected herself.
Not just a man, but her Servant. Caster.
He certainly was a strange individual, she had been nothing but distant and even a little cold towards him, but he had not been put off by it like she thought he would.
She thought he would give up after the first fruitless tries and only act as a Servant that had no emotional connection to his Master, after that.
But quite the contrary happened, he had tried even harder.
He had been nothing short than friendly to her and seemed to care for her well-being a lot.
But why? She didn't understand it at all. She was completely lost and confused to be more explicit. It was not like she wanted to be cold and haughty to her Servant, but that was just how she was used to act around people. Show them that you stand above them and that you don't care about what they think about you. That's how she lived her whole life.
'No, not your whole life…only the last years after you…' there was this annoying voice again, but she cut it off before she could finish the thought.
Well, in hindsight she should have let it finish it sentence, after all without it she wouldn't have managed to summon Caster. That, she could admit.
Only the voice that had prompted her to stand up and fight for her fate, was what had saved her life and her future in the end.
But she still couldn't admit full consciously that the voice was her, that everything the voice whispered in her mind was what she really thought and wanted.
No, she couldn't accept that much yet.
But still, the voice wanted to be friends with Caster, not only being Master and Servant, and Caster seemed like a person who would happily become one for her.
He, she had to admit was a nice guy, but was a nice guy really that what she needed right now?
Yes, she had wanted a Servant that could think and speak for himself, but she still wanted a strong and firm Servant too, who would obliterate anything that stood between her and the man she wanted to kill.
She had no doubt that Caster was powerful, that was a given as a Servant and with her as his Master, but he was no Heracles.
She was completely sure about that by now.
Could he still stand up against all the other Servants in the war? Even if he was powerful, Caster was said to be the weakest class in the whole war. Could she really win with him as her Servant? And what would her grandfather say? Would he still deem her as a failure or would he be at least a little satisfied that she had managed to summon a servant half a year before the war, even if he wasn't Heracles?
'No,' she thought as she curled herself a little more tightly into Casters warm coat.
No, of course he wouldn't be. He had wanted her to summon Heracles and nothing less than that would satisfy him.
What should she do? Could she maybe repeat the summoning? She hadn't failed the first time so her grandfather would surely give her another chance if she asked, she had her Command Spells and with one of them she could just command Caster to k…'disgusting,' there was the voice again and it sounded stronger and more furious then before, almost how it had sounded at the time as she wanted to give up on her life.
'He has protected you! He was concerned about your well-being! And he did all that for you and you know what?'
What? She barely dared to ask.
'You saw his eyes while doing these things. He didn't just do them, because he is your Servant or something like that. No! He did it because he really cared. You get that? He cared about you after knowing you for not even a full day, let alone two hours.'
The voice was right.
Sure she was more cold-hearted then she liked to admit, but to throw away the only person who, since her maids had died, seemed as if he cared for her as a person? Just, because her grandfather might not be completely satisfied with him? A Servant who had come to her aide, as the one she initially tried to summon hadn't even cared to show up while her life was in danger? No, she would accomplish her goals with Caster at her side and no one else.
Speaking of which. Where was Caster? He was gone for some minutes now.
She looked around, her Rubin red eyes good enough to see long distances under the light of the full moon, but she still couldn't see past the dark shadows of the trees.
Suddenly she could hear some crunching noises coming from her left, as if something heavy was trudging through the snow. She turned her head abruptly to the noise and tried to untangle her left arm from under Casters warm coat, so that she could use her magecraft to fight if necessary.
She looked at the dark spot where the crunch noises came from, her body tense and her gaze unblinking, but to her relieve it was only Caster who appeared out of the shadows.
As he walked towards her in a leisurely pace, under the shine of the full moon, she again had time to get a good look at the man she had summoned as her Servant.
After she had giving him an once-over she estimated that he must be around seventy inches tall, fairly standard for a full grown human. He only was dressed in a short-sleeved cream-colored shirt, some dark trousers with a belt and he had some sturdy looking boots on which looked like the kind you would wear when you planned to walk quite a lot over surly terrain.
Without his coat on he was looking rather thin, even though she could see that he had an athletic body.
But even as his unruly white hair was blown to and fro by the again upcoming strong and icy winds, he didn't seem to care for the cold at all. Servants seemed to be even more sturdy than even Homunculi in this regard.
Caster stopped some feet in front of her and put the things down he had carried in his arms, but were before seated in an angle which hadn't allowed her to recognize them clearly.
He piled up some branches so that they looked exactly like a good campfire should, at least she thought so.
She only had read about campfires in some books, but had never seen one with her own two eyes before.
Yet, she thought that there couldn't be that much of a difference to a chimney fire.
Caster pointed one of his hands at the pile of branches, but stopped as he seemed to remember something.
"Master, please stand back a little bit. I don't want to hurt you by accident," Caster spoke after a moment and gave her a little smile while indicating her to move back, with a wave of his hand. She did as requested and then for the first time after his summoning saw how her Servant acted like someone should who was summoned in the Caster class.
He used magecraft.
"Fire," she heard Caster almost whisper the word, as he ignited the branches and completed the campfire.
A short incantation and a fast and powerful effect, she observed and made an imaginary note in her mind to ask Caster later what the limits of his magecraft were.
She felt her face tingling as the pleasant wave of warmth from the now blazing campfire reached her face. She sighted in delight and wrapped herself again a little tighter in Caster coat, while covering her body against the cold winds in the gap of the tree roots.
Caster just smiled, as he sat down some feet next to her and picked up another one of the things he had brought with him. It seemed a little bit unshapely and it had a red pattern with some white in it…
"Is that meat? Where did you get meat?" she asked dumbfounded as the realization struck her.
"Oh, this?" Caster replayed nonchalantly while waving the piece back and forth.
"I just found some dead beast lying around some trees away in this direction," he said with a shrug and pointed over his shoulder in said direction.
"I think that after examine its wounds and having seen the other dead wolves on the forest clearing, I can safety assume that this was your work, Master?"
She thought about it for a moment. "Yes, it is certainly possible that I was the one who slain it. The wolves on the clearing were not the first I encountered,"
"I knew it! Alone the feeling that I had after being summoned…already there I was aware of the fact that I had a capable Master, but seeing it with your own eyes makes it so much more impressive," he said to her smiling honestly.
She felt how her cheeks started to become just the faintest bit red at the compliments and tried to hide it behind Casters coat. She wanted to answer something -anything-, but as she saw how Caster pinned two pieces of meat on a stick and rammed it into the ground so that he didn't need to hold onto the stick all the time while the meat was being roasted…something in her mind clicked, something she had repressed after seeing the wolf meat for the first time.
"Wait, you want to eat wolf meat?...You want me to eat wolf meat?!" she asked flabbergasted, it was incomprehensible how someone could get the idea of eating wolf.
Caster just looked at her funny for a moment, before his look became one of utter seriousness.
"But of course Master, if wolf only tastes as half as good as bear it will be a taste experience you will never forget in your whole life!"
'B-Bear?' she thought while she just stared at her Servant.
After they just starred at one another for a moment, she with an unexplainable look and her Servant with one of utter seriousness, she couldn't hold it anymore and started to giggle first slowly and then uncontrollable.
'Yes, yes I'm completely sure now. I want to stay with this Servant, this man, till the very end,' she thought while holding her stomach from the giggling.
"I have made my decision, Caster. I like you, so I will keep you," she said, a little evil grin on her face that sent a shiver downwards Casters spine.
"Ah..th..that's great Master?" Caster seemed more to ask than to answer. His smile was now unsure and not all that much self-assured like before.
'Oh yes, this will be great,' she thought to herself as she observed the reaction of her Servant, her evil little grin still present on her face.
'Now the important things first,' she thought as she started to address her Servant.
"Now that we have a calm moment…",
~Invisible Ties of Fate~
"…I would like to introduce myself, formally." His Master started in a now solemn tone.
Hence, he brushed the wavering smile away which had been on his face moments before and locked their gazes with a now equally solemn look.
His Master pushed herself to her feet and straightened her back, before bowing a little bit, making a curtsey, then she announced herself with a now cheery smile on her face.
"Illyasviel…Illyasviel von Einzbern, but you have my permission to call me Illya if you want,"
After a moment she added.
"You should feel honored, only a few people ever had the permission to call me like this," there was no haughty undertone in her voice as she said it, only sincere fondness.
'Finally, they could talk while standing on the same ground,' he couldn't stop himself from smiling, while pushing himself to his feet.
"It's nice to make your acquaintance, Illya", he said with a gentle smile, also bowing a little bit.
"I don't know my family name and I wouldn't want to anyhow…" Illya perked up at this statement and many questions seemed to flow through her mind, but she stayed silent and waited for Caster to finish.
"…but that's not important. You Master –no– you Illya, can just call me Robin. Robin from the Halidom of Ylisse. Tactician of the Shepherd's and from now on your loyal Servant and hopefully someday, someone you can call a friend," Robin declared with a look on his face that was inviting and open-hearted.
"And you should feel honored too, didn't you hear me as I spoke about my coat? It's very important to me and only special people have the privilege to wear it, so think yourself lucky", he added with a sly grin and also only fondness in his voice.
"R-o-b-i-n…Robin," Illya tested his name while speaking it out slowly, and then grinned.
"I like that name. It's nice to make your acquaintance, Robin," she declared.
"I have many more questions for you Illya. About the war and in general; and I'm sure you have many questions too, but I think we should postpone them, at least until we are back at the castle you spoke about and your wounds were cared for," he said, again with a solemn look and a voice that pleaded for her to agree.
Illya really had many questions, but if her well-being was so important to Robin then she would oblige. So she just nodded.
Robin looked relieved at that and they just sat there in comfortable silence for some minutes. The silence was broken as Robin took the stick away from the campfire and after smelling and looking at it, offering her one of the meat pieces, apparently deeming it edible. She unraveled herself a little out of Robin's coat, but it seemed that she acted to hastily, as she twitched in pain and held onto her wounded right arm.
Robins face fell at that, but he could do nothing more than cursing himself for his inability.
"I'm really sorry Master, a Caster who can't even heal his Master in the time of need…what a joke," he declared. His look directed to the ground and his voice full of shame.
There came no answer from his Master and he felt a aching tug at his heart because of that.
Suddenly something warm leaned against him and as he looked up he saw Illya who had seated herself beside him, her hand held open, silently asking for the meat he had offered before. He handed her the piece of meat and she started taking small bites from it.
He sighed, as he looked down on his happily chewing Master.
'I really don't deserve such a great Master as her, I will try even harder from now one to see her happy,' he thought to himself, while taking a bit from his piece of meat.
He chewed in sync with his Master for a moment before he swallowed the meat and declared.
"Yup, almost as good as bear," he only received a muffled giggle in return, as his Master – apparently finished with her piece of meat; had curled herself even tighter in his coat and leaned against him. He just sat there for a moment, starring unmoving in the dancing flames of the campfire, at last he only heard the slow and steady breathing of his Master who had finally given in to her exhaustion and was fast asleep.
He smiled to himself for a moment before his face went blank and he started to observe the surroundings more attentive than before.
Night watch. He hated Night watch. Good that Servants didn't need to sleep.
He sighed a last time, before he just sat there, in the silence of the night, waiting for dawn to arrive and devoted one last thought to the sleeping form that leaned against him.
'Sleep tight, Illya.'
~Invisible Ties of Fate~
Spirit: Robin "The Tactician" (Update!)
Class: Caster
Master: Illyasviel von Einzbern
Alignements: Neutral Good
Strength: D
Endurance: C
Agility: B
Mana: A
Luck: B
Noble Phantasm: ?
Class skills:
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Personal skills:
Companionship: A (Update!)
Robin, in life, was not only the Tactician of the Shepherds, the personal volunteer force of Prince -and later- Exalt Chrom, but a friend of each and every one of them.
Regardless of whether it was a wary knight, a lunatic mage, a stalking admirer, a princess from the future or the voice of God itself, he could bond with all of them.
Robin demonstrates his ability to always discover things that he and other people have in common and can figure out the source of most people's inner turmoil's in a matter of a few important conversations.
As such it is possible for him to befriend almost anything and everything, if he just tries hard enough and gets the opportunity to talk personal and outside of battle.
This excludes evil doppelganger from the future, which house Fell Dragon Gods in them.
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Noble Phantasm:
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~Invisible Ties of Fate~
Author's Notes:
Wuhu Chapter 2, BABY!...don't ever expect me to update within a week again...ever.
No seriously exams are coming up and this story will need its time. Don't forget I never wrote anything before, ever. Just look at this Chapter...that is not how this Chapter was supposed to end! Do I like the ending? Yea kinda, but that's not the point. The point is that, that what is now the ending should have been in the middle, THE MIDDLE of the chapter and the story so far should be much further than it is now...what the hell? Pacing? Help?...ARHGHAGH...well I can manage, still this are problems which only come up while writing.
I really hope that the character interaction and the dialogue was not too forced and that both Illya and Robin were at least somewhat in character...I really try to try here, guys and girls.
Ah just one info because I don't seem to be able to write this certain section very well, no Illya doesn't has a split personality in her head or something. That is just her discussing with her conscience or something comparable.
So again if you didn't like this Chapter or if you did like it, please let a Review here and tell me your opinion.
Kimran out