A young girl walked along the newly rebuilt city, looking down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. It had been about two years since the death of the insane clown Kefka and the young girl was left with her parents who worked within the castle and were angry about their jobs being taken away. She was skinny and gaunt, her face far to hollow for a girl her age, and currently she was running.
Running away from what? I believe that you have the answer.
As she tore through the market and out into the slums of the city, she didn't care where she was going, only away. Far away.
"Dammit," her mother's voice yelled as they stopped at the edge of the the slums, watching as their young child went deeper and deeper in.
"She'll be dead before nightfall," her husband growled. "Let's go."
And they left, not caring as to what would happen, and their little girl fled deeper and deeper in, avoiding everyone. Soon she came to an old abandoned warehouse, which she took refuage in and sighed looking at her bruises. Sniffling she curled up, trying to keep warm in the cold metal place, and in the silence she heard a ticking noise. Getting up, minding her bruised body, she looked around and found it after moving a thing sheet of metal. A very ornate pocketwatch, with flowers and vines, reaching down to grab it she yelped as her arm scraped against some metal and cut open her arm.
Blood dripped onto the watch as she cradled her arm and tried to hold back tears, patting her person to find something to cover the wound with she let a few tear escaped when she knew she had nothing.
"Here," A deep accented voice said she she yelped when she saw who it was.
A man with white hair and terrifying striking eyes was looking at her with a sad smile, holding out a white handkerchief to her.
"Do you need me to tie it," he asked softly. She didn't say anything but held out her arm, he gave a soft smile and moved to wipe off the blood and tie the piece of cloth tight. "I need you to listen to me and try not to freak out. Can you do that?"
At her hesitant nod, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to sit down next to him. Once she settled he kneeled down next to her and looked her right in the eyes.
"We are in another world, and our purpose it to ensure that a great evil that wants to get to your world, doesn't. I am a Heroic spirit, summoned by you to help you get rid of this evil. I know that you didn't sign up for this and that you might want to go back to your family, but we need to do this," he whispered.
"Can you be my new family," she whispered and he jolted. Looking at her with confusion her noticed the gauntness in her body and the bruises littering her body.
"You were waiting and hoping for a someone to come," he sighed. "I can't be your new family, but I can be a friend."
"I like friends. But I've never had them," She whispered.
"That's funny, me either," he whispered. "I'm Edmond. Edmond Dantes. I'm a Avenger Class Heroic Spirit."
"I'm...i'm," she tried to remember her name, but couldn't. Tears welled up and she tried to hold them back as Edmond looked at her sadly.
"How about Charlotte, it means tiny and feminine," he chuckled, smiling as she perked up.
"I'm Charlotte," she proclaimed happily but softly.
"Yes, let's go," he stood up and offered her his hand. She gladly took it and they left.
(Current Location: Town on the edge of the forest)
The Final Pair enter the picture! Our groups of masters and their servants complete, are they ready to continue this journey? Enjoy and comments and criticism is welcome!
