Off you go you pesky plot bunnies!

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Warning: Some swearing there and there.

Wild Roses Chapter 1

When Rovena woke up, for a change she was... clean. That was a nice change. When was the last time she was allowed to take a bath. Though the real question is: Who took those rags from her body, washed her and put something more suitable onto her?

Her red hair fell onto her shoulders.

It's red. Not black. It's been such a long while since the vivid color could be seen. It has been covered by dirt for such a long time.

When a hand tried to touch her face, she had every reason to jump and move back, till her back was touching the wall. "Who.. who are you?"

It was a... girl. Well, not exactly a girl, someone in her late teens. Not yet a woman but not a girl anymore. Not to mention that she was very pretty. Red hair in two long pigtails, a kind smile on her pretty face and red eyes. Not bloody red, but red like... hers. Rovena's. The girl looked very much like Rovena. When Rovena looked down, she saw a strange attire, very revealing for standards of the wizards, not so much for the mundanes.

The woman said something. Rovena looked back at her confused. Oh, she wanted to know who she is, but speaking up when nobody asked her a question had always turned out to be a very bad decision.

Like the time when she tried to defend herself at the court, or begged her parents to stand for her and tell them that she hasn't done anything bad. That she never killed anyone nor caused anyone's death. Bad memories.

The strangely armored hand moved closer and touched her face.

"Do you understand me now?"

Rovena nodded. "Yes."

"Oh, I am so sorry my child. I am so sorry."

Who is she?

"My dear Agni. You were so small when I held you all those years ago."

"A-agni?"

"Your father should be here soon. You shall hear everything."

Rovena paled. She certainly did not want to see her father. The last time they saw each other, he broke both of her legs, claiming that she wanted to run away after defeating Voldemort. The bones still itched at times, remembering the curse.

"Oh no. Not the man who abandoned you like that. The father that gave you life. We are so sorry. I am so sorry. Rama told me not to cry, but I find it so hard not to. I believed you to be safe when I send you away. I believed that you would be fine, safe from Ravana. I am so sorry my child."

This woman. Rovena could only stare into her tearful face. Was she mad? Or did she honestly believe her words? She was too young, Rovena was always young looking, but this woman looked at least a decade younger than even her. It was impossible that she would be her biological mother. Yes, they did look alike. They were likely related but that was it.

There is no way that she can be her mother. She is delusional.

A door creaked and an another figure entered. A male, he looked around the same age as the delusional woman, androgynous, red long hair, just as well very much alike. Rovena saw her own features in him, it was hard to over look.

Still, this was impossible.

The man's eyes softened when he looked at her. "How do you feel my child?"

"... I... fell better."

He sat down onto the bed, after a short glance towards the young woman, he picked her up and put her into his lap, wiping away her tears. "I told you not to cry. You are stronger than that. It is not your fault."

Rovena observed the interaction of the two, and she couldn't help but to feel jealous. It was a weak pang in her chest, but it still hurt more than a knife.

Even though people claimed that Potters raised her well, she was thrown away, tossed with her jealous aunt who never spared a moment to insult her and tell her what big of a freak she is. And nobody stood for her. Her adoptive parents never seeked to connect with her, they may have been nice to her when they adopted her, but those times were long gone.

A child only seeks love. Not power as they claimed. And seeing the love of these two, it reminded her of so many things she wanted. Loving parents. Loving brother. Good friends that would stand for her. A boyfriend that would marry her perhaps, and one day even children that she would scold for not doing their homework. She would probably gain other goals should she have been allowed to grow like normal person.

Perhaps a Dueling Champion. That sounded nice. She had always been a bit of a battle nut.

But no. Dumbledore happened. He tarnished her name and locked her up in Azkaban.

Rovena couldn't watch the love of the two, It hurt so much. And she hid her face, hoping to forget.

They were exchanging more words, a hand touched her hair but she ignored it. The two people sat next to her, on both sides and leaned against her.

"So, we are in the past?" She gave the two a blank look. "And exactly how? You said that this Zelretch specialized in space. So why are we in the past?"

"We do not have answers for that, my child." Rama answered. Rovena, altho she considered taking the name Agni which they used when talking about her, twitched a little. She did not accept the two as her parents. How can she?

There were too many changes since she left Azkaban.

Going several years into the past was only one of them. Yes, they were in the past.

First: They gave her something while she slept. Because of that, she looked ten. Again. Rovena would prefer to be adult, thank you very much, nobody listens to kids.

Secondly: The two people that claimed to be her biological parents, Rama and Sita were spirits. Or dead as some people might put it. In the end, It appears that the book did not come from Dumbledore, so the person that is came from was unknown. The summoning of servants was a success and it was Rama and Sita that she summoned. Did she also mention that Rama, the guy who claimed to be her father, was the protagonist of Ramayana? One of the two major epics from India?

Rovena used to read a lot. Like a lot. And she knew his legend. While not the full story, she knew the bare bones, including that there was a curse on him, one that prevented him from meeting with Sita, his wife.

Did these two have any problems while talking to each other? Well, Rovena never saw any! The two were like a dream couple, often trying to drag the now young looking Rovena into the picture. She complied. Even though they made her nervous and twitch by constantly claiming to be her parents, they were still very nice to her.

If she were to choose between Potters and them, she would choose Rama and Sita. That is if she were younger. Now she is mentally unstable at the best.

Seriously though. How can she be a child of someone that lived more than a millennium ago? She was not sure in which century the Ramayana happened, but it was surely more than a millennium. At most, people managed to go a century back and forwards. But a millennium?

Rovena's first weeks were bad. She couldn't even eat normally, she vomited constantly, Sita was glued to her side. Nightmares followed her everywhere she went. Rovena saw the regret in the woman's eyes once when resting.

Perhaps she should just accept them as her parents regardless if there is a blood relationship or not.

Trying to connect with her, her 'father' Rama sometimes put her on his back and all three of them run through woods and trees, showing her all sorts of plants, as well as trying to teach her their language.

This Zelretch guy dropped them in... India. While they did not wander the areas with many people, the forests were like a giant playground for the two. Jumping from tree to tree like monkeys, sitting on branches that were ridiculously high. Rama seemed very hard pressed not to laugh once when she nearly sat in his lap due to how high they were. And she was scared.

The year was 1952. Rovena was imprisoned when she was 12, in 1992, assumed to be born in summer 1980. It was the reason why Potters took her in, Lily desired a little girl and the time was perfect for them. They wanted her and their child be like twins.

By the time the Potters will be attacked by Voldemort, she will be an old woman. Yay. Rama said that she will not age as fast, and that she should not worry.

Sigh.

The three of them entered a small village. Rovena acted as their kid, let by Sita, while Rama walked before them. The locals did not know what to think of them. Mostly. At first, they assumed that they are rich people with crazy ideas, but as their 'family' kept coming back, they were more and more confused. The way of speaking did not help.

Once being paid by things found in the wild, the locals let them sleep over.

It has been two years. Two whole years. The year was 1954. The French Army lost in the First Indochina War... that was the most notable thing that happened this summer. The Potters, Lily and James, still had 6 more years till their birth. and 26 more years till their child will be born.

Rovena... somehow recovered from her too long stay in Azkaban. Perhaps that is why Rama took her for a walk that morning. Sita followed.

They were silent, Rovena looked around, the forests were green as ever, water dripped from the leaves and the fauna sung their songs. The fresh, moist air filled the area. Calmness filled the girls heart as she held the man's hand. Even though she wanted to reject them at first, they grew to her. They not only played with her or showed her how incredibly beautiful the world could be, but also gave her lectures.

How to behave, how to be polite and how not to insult the local animals. The last one might sound as a joke... but who would want a number of angry monkeys after him?

Nobody. Trust her on this. Especially when they just ate.

Nobody.

"We allowed your age to be reversed so that you could experience childhood again."

She nodded, indicating that she is listening.

"Your heritage was suppressed, mine and Sita's blood in your veins. One day, I shall kill the man responsible for this."

She certainly would not mind. But she wants to be there when he kills Dumbledore.

"I do know that you still do not accept us as your parents. It saddens me, but even so, I am still responsible for you. And as a spirit, I will not be here forever, one day we will have to part. But before that I want to make sure that you will be well trained, not kept weak and defenseless like Dumbledore planned. Regardless how you alter the future, I will make sure that you are ready."

"Rama?" He intents to train her? A woman? No, that is a stupid question. There are man women that became strong, Sita is a proof that even a woman can be strong. Still, imagining her as strong as Rama, who can make sea part with with a single swing of his sword... it is surreal. How he intends to train her? With a bow? A sword like the one he has? Or some other weapon? Or perhaps martial arts?

"Do you remember past year?"

"Yes."

"And what have we been doing?"

"We traveled around a lot, around many old ruins."

"Correct. And It is in these ruins that numerous things were found. Such as old scrolls. You girl have a gift, your soul is like a flame, should you use this flame, you could burn down numerous countries. As my and Sita's flesh and blood, you have a great potential."

"You really think so?"

"I would not be telling you if I was not. Agni. The scrolls that we have found were there for many years, several wise people predicted your birth. The scrolls were left there for you. Yes, you. That is how great impact you can have on these lands and lands far away."

"But... this is too much like..."

"A story from a book? Perhaps. But the fact remains that you are special. Not just because you are my child."

"But even if I have a great potential, why would people leave things for me? If they think I can save the world or something... I don't really want to be a hero anymore. I saved the whole Britain from Voldemort and all I got was betrayal, and then I was thrown back into Azkaban!"

"Lower your voice child. I understand you. I myself do have some experience with people like that. The wide public. Later in my life, I was their slave, even though they still hailed my name. That is the reason I prefer my younger self to the older one, the reason why I look..." he looked over his body "... much youger. The time, the beginings of my journey. That is the time I consider my, as you would say, 'Golden years' or 'age'. As for what the people left behind, think of it as desperation."

"Desparation?"

"Many of those techniques were used for centuries. For centuries, people tried to perfect them, but at time passes, the same techniques, strong or weak would fade from existence. Imagine that there is something precious to you. You have spend your entire life building, all your years dedicated to it. All things are destined to fade with time. So if you had heard of someone that could take care of these things, in this case, someone that could learn these techniques, would you not want to entrust them to this person? So they could live at least a few years longer?"

"I see. Now I understand."

"There are many things I can teach you and I shall. So will your mother. But you have a great affinity with fire. Something I am not familiar enough to teach you. To the north, we have found suitable techniques. In today's China. Mages that used swords."

"Mages that used swords?" She gave him a blank look.

"You shall see. You shall see my child."

Rama touched hair head and stroked it.

"Dad?"

Rama's hand stopped.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome." He smiled and lifted her to his chest. She finally accepted him as her father. Rovena dropped her old name that day. And she became Agni. The only daughter of Rama and Sita.

The first time that Agni took a sword into her hand was disastrous. All those encouraging words that her father told her seemed to just take a holiday. Even tough he was her father, he was not exactly gentle with her.

Year after year passed. Summer, atum, winter, spring and summer again.

Winter 66. So many years have passed. Lily and James Potter were six years old, fourteen more years till their son is born. Agni just knew that the time will be here soon.

Just as her father promised, she stopped aging so fast. How old is she? She was thirty two when she summoned Rama and Sita, with the help of this Zelretch, they went back to year 1952.

Agni should be forty six. It has been fourteen years. Yet, she looked to be in her late teens, at the most. Just like her mother.

Speaking of which, why even bothering with years? There is really no need to.

Three small cloaked figures entered a Chinese magic district. People in long robes walked around, selling, buying, some squabbling like little kids. Those who took notice moved away, people hiding their faces aren't exactly good news most of the time. The magical districts were rather peaceful, but there were cases.

The bank here, they did not have Gringotts, like in European countries. Their banks were led by small spirits, often mistaken as demons in the past. Luckily for the human population, the spirits did not mind and even laugh at the situation in the past. Why? Well, the spirits were crafty buggers. They also were good at gathering information.

They probably had so much blackmail on every person one could think of that... oh my. Better not to imagine it.

And the three are going to make a deal with them. It was time to move on, they couldn't hole themselves in Asia forever.

But what they could was to look for things to do around the globe. And become something like a mercenary. In Europe, they call them Hit-Wizards. With Agni skilled enough to stand against her father at least for a little while, they said that why not. Let's see the world. While India was their home, the society wasn't that woman friendly. At least, in comparison with modern Britain.

"How is it that we may help you sir...?"

"Rama."

The spirit was a little floating thing. Much like some strange version of some Hogwards ghost. The male rose his eyebrows once hearing the name, but then recognition seemed to flash in his eyes.

"Of course. Sure. Come with me. Take your wife and child too."

He totally knew who they were. Though Agni doubted that he knew the entire truth.

Wow. Hehe... a plot bunny.

Yeah. Saw this guy Rama, heard how he lasted, a day was it? He had his heart pierced by Alter Lancer, and he lasted for a long time just to see Site. I liked him right away.

Then I heard that he is an equal to Karna.

And Karna is an equal to Gilgamesh.

So if I can get the math right...

Oh boy.

I wish I could speak Japanese just to play Grand Order.