"There wasn't supposed to be a Fallen class, was there?" The woman asked.
The barely of age girl hesitated, unsure if revealing her identity would affect the alternate universe prior to her inevitable demise.
"You will not answer the question even if I ask you as your master, servant Fallen?" The dark ember irises of Heslia stared at her coldly from the corner of her eye. Fallen felt the chilly hint of a command creep from the other side of their astral bond. Retaining the frown Heslia had not seen her remove once, she finally answered in an equally cold voice.
"You are in possession of something that has a connection to my class, no? It allows a magician to summon a class that was written off history." She had hoped the explanation would satisfy the woman.
"My heirloom?" Heslia murmured, touching the metal ouroboros that hung from the leather choker on her neck. Fallen nodded yes.
"Why were they written off?"
And, of course she was not satisfied to the vague information.
"There is a group of classes which were hidden due to the unpredictability of their power." Fallen said, striving to keep the reluctance from her voice.
"Others?"
"Others which I am not aware of." Fallen answered, "I lived in a time where magic was not a common subject of discussion."
Heslia turned in her backed chair to face the standing youth. Her passive eyes stared at Fallen's face, weighing. "You haven't told me which heroic spirit you are."
Meeting the woman's gaze with her own, she contemplated the amount of information she'd have to tell her. Turning around, she said over her shoulder, "Not all of us were hero,"
Heslia straightened in her seat, almost in an anticipating manner. "An anti-hero then?"
"Either, yet neither." Fallen let the words blow out her mouth in a gust while dematerializing. Her voice faded out as she vanished and blended into the black of the dimly lit room.
The growing circle that was the round dagger speeding through the air towards Heslia stunned her.
It was coming too fast!
The glint of devilish silver was abruptly cut off by a wall of white.
The dagger impaled into the wooden handle of the broom, splintering the wood but not quite breaking it. Fallen had stopped the dagger from reaching its target.
Rider pulled on her chain almost furiously, losing the chance of striking the student suspected to be a 'master'. The broom now attached to the dagger flew out of Fallen's lax hand, swinging with the tug on the chain to the side, detaching and crashing through a window. The round dagger returned smoothly to Rider's hand.
"So you are a master," Rider mused, licking the blade of her dagger in a perverted manner, as if already tasting the Heslia's dying blood stained on it though it was still gleaming silver.
Fallen turned unhurriedly to the side, looping an arm around Heslia's arm to pull her up. The teenager was still stunned at her sudden appearance to save her even as Fallen brushed lightly at her shirt to straighten it. She was patting the dust off Heslia's skirt when she spoke, "What are your commands, master?"
"Fallen, seek out her master and destroy him." Heslia murmured to the silent girl who had turned to take ward in front of her.
"You know I don't kill," the surprisingly matured voice answered, reminding Heslia of the conversation they had earlier.
Glaring steely at the young girl named Fallen by her class, Heslia commanded again. "Then kill his servant."
"Done." Fallen was quick to reply, stepping forward, bringing her eyes to the armed woman wearing a blindfold. Battle stimulations were already playing in her mind's eye when Heslia issued the order.
All the while, Rider watched. The servant's body was shrouded with a thick black sheen that was almost impossible to see through with her inner sight, the legendary sight to see the souls of humans. The servant she was about to face had a soul that was shrouded by her power. A power that surpassed the capacity of her physical shell. Rider knew the girl was not to be defeated by her without aid.
Relaying her analysis of the new servant to her master, Rider inquired telepathically for commands.
Retreat. The single panicking command sent to her. Rider shifted in her slightly opposing crouch.
"My master has ordered my retreat," Rider spoke softly, a drastic shift from the crazed giggles she had emitted just moments before while anticipating killing an opponent master. It was a little more than unsettling to watch her slink from a mad, deranged lunatic to a almost civilized person in the span of a moment. Uncomfortable with the change, Heslia touched Fallen's wrist, telling her to not attack for the moment.
She's deranged. Then he is probably also crazy. Crazy people are unstable people, Heslia thought.
Fallen remained silent, her eyes clear of any emotion, just the calculative look an aged warrior would have had.
"May I at least have the honor to know your hero type?" Rider politely asked.
Heslia slightly bobbed her head to signal her servant that she was allowed to do so.
Fore mentioned servant's face broke into a grin as she mocked bowed, announcing as if they were not participants of the Holy Grail war and moments away from cutting each other's throat, "I am of the Fallen class, pleased to meet you,"
Rider's head tilted in surprise, "Fallen? The legendary class?"
"Ah, yes. I am the first of my class in a long time, am I not?" Fallen grinned, knowing clearly that the legends among legends of the mysterious Fallen class of heros. "Don't worry, my existence as the dead famous has not come to pass yet, you wouldn't be able to find someone much like me in history,"
A/N:
I wrote this before the previous chapter so I hope this is delivered right (fingers crossed)
Recently my teacher seemed to have problems with my writing style which is more of this than the previous chapter (thank god!) but I really need an opinion on this. I thought I just settled on a writing style, but my english teacher is bashing my essays after I stopped trying to alter it. Oh wait, did that sentence make sense? Sorry, I am uploading this after I wrote chapter one so I am a little tipsy from caffeine and sleep deprivation. ( X( ) Anyways, I need honest opinion on this writing style, and maybe you can help me even further by comparing this two chapters with my other fiction. You don't have to, but if you do, advance THANKS! =D (Wait, was it "Thanks in advance"? Crap, I am really whoosy now...)
