It was night now, and still the cold hadn't left her. Even now, hours after the summoning, Louise's eyes still did not veer. She had woken up to the consequences of her failure, and was told none too gently by the headmaster that she would be leaving the school tomorrow.

Somehow, she couldn't find it in herself to cry.

As the hours passed though, there was – it was difficult to describe – a build-up of something. The day had been silent after the summoning, and not even a cricket could be heard now, such was the silence.

She had noticed though, that the cow had come to stand outside her door, asking for her. Strangely, it did not matter as much as it had to her before, and she found herself uncaringly stoic in the wake of the redhead's apology.

It was too much, she couldn't sleep. Something was building, something was about to happen. It was like she left a shop without paying, or an unsigned contract. It nibbled and gnawed at the back of her mind, incessant whisperings and pleas.

Then she remembered; the summoning wasn't complete. No matter what the old headmaster had sternly told her, no matter what her professor had sorrowfully apologized for.

It. Wasn't. Complete.

So she had quietly walked the halls of the academy, past Guiche and his vulgar ways, and towards the schools spare equipment room. Where therein laid her goal, a new, if somewhat used, wand.

Closer now, she could feel it. A vibrating hum, butterflies in her stomach, a light scratching on her skin. Each second that passed, it built.

Yes, the teachers were wrong.

As Louise journeyed closer to the area of her failed summons, the whispering became louder. Whether it was the students she passed by, or the incomplete summons, she wasn't sure.

Some ran, likely to get teachers, and some followed her, likely to try and mock her as she failed yet again. She did not care, it did not matter. Something was calling her, knocking on her door, and she had to answer.

There! The feeling was building; closer now, in the middle of the court yard, the slickening of her bleeding palms from the pressure of her nails didn't even register in her mind as she purposefully raised her wand and froze.

All was silent, nothing made a sound. The sky was cloudy and the moon was hidden. Midnight was approaching, she did not know how she knew, but it was time to begin.

She channeled power into the wand, as much as she could and beyond even that. Blood began to drip down her wands grip from the pressure she was applying, but it didn't matter; as long as she got her familiar.

One last time, the summoning began. Runes and lines she had memorized till her eyes had bled and fingers cramped raced through her mind. She would not just give it enough this time, she would give it everything, like a bucket of water she would pour it all out; and so she began.

That was when the whispering truly began, the whisperings of an old man and long dead king.

…whosoever takes up this blade…

…I beg of you…

Power built up, power for the sake of power.

…shall wield power eternal…

…My Familiar who exists…

Time had halted, sound had ceased, and destiny and fate were weaving something new.

…just as the blade rends flesh…

…somewhere in this universe…

She could feel it, hear it even; it drowned out the arriving professors and their nonsensical warnings and coaxing. It was only her and her magic, her and her summoning.

…so must power scar the spirit…

…COME FORTH!...

Her scream tore a hole in the fabric of the world, time and space meant nothing to her spell, destiny and fate even less. Her spell tore through dimensions and reality like a wolf through meat, existence was not but a word before its might.

Shattered the sword of eternal power might have been, but time meant nothing to the spell, it restored the sword.

By destiny and fate the sword had been bound, yet no longer.

It was then that a heavenly ringing filled her ears, the ringing of steel striking the ground, the ringing of a sword waiting for its master.

Even as Louise glanced at the blade's mystical and masterful craftsmanship, even before she touched it, she knew that it was hers in every way; she only needed to complete the pact.

"Pentagon of the five elemental powers…" she whispered to everything and nothing, "bind this vessel and make it my familiar!" and then she kissed the blade of eternal power.

The whispers ceased, and the crowd around her made itself noticeable.

Louise didn't care though, for the sword had told her its name.

...Frostmourne…

AN: Alright Kiddies, as I've gone over this through my head time and time again, I've decided to post up the remaining chapters I have for this story. Pending the time it takes for me to get my 'Her Shadowed Realm' story back in working order (Which I'm leaning towards a rewrite.) or some time in the future when I actually finish a solid and cohesive plot I can reference from.

In the meantime however, enjoy the parts of this story I already have written.

And no, I'm not posting them all in one go.