A silver haired figure ran through snowy forest.
Her short legs and small feet didn't help her much. She had a ragged breath from pushing her body beyond limit. Still, she kept running.
From behind, the voice of feral beasts was heard. They were wolves, and they were hunting.
The one running was a magus named Illyasviel von Einzbern. This was her trial. She must go to a certain spot in the middle of the forest. In that location, a magic circle and catalyst had been prepared.
She must go there and use the catalyst to summon Herakles, the greatest Greek hero. This was a trial set by her grandfather, to determine whether she was worthy to become a Master.
Her small feet stepped on the snow covered ground. She had been unlucky and met a pack of wolves in the way. They were hungry and Illya would be caught soon.
Illya calculated the distance to the destination and her stamina. She concluded that the wolves would caught her before she could reach her destination. Counting the wolves, she thought about her chance if she stop and fight back.
Not good. She would be overwhelmed by numbers.
There was no other choice. She must summon a Servant immediately. Too bad about Herakles, but it was better than getting killed here.
She used magic attack to cut two trees, making the trunks block the path. It would delay the wolves for a minute. She cut several more for good measures.
She arrived at a small clearing and immediately got to work. There was no time to waste so she hastily cut her wrist, spraying red blood to the ground. Using magic, she drew a magical circle for summoning a Servant.
"Done!" Ignoring the dizziness from blood loss and stopping the blood from her wrist, she chanted the incantation.
And she didn't forget to insert the line to summon a specific class, Berserker. That's what her family wanted.
The howling of the wolves was heard again. They were close.
Illya looked at her makeshift magical circle. She wished that she will get a strong Servant. Strong enough to win Holy Grail War. Strong enough to defeat all the other Servants. Strong... strong... strong enough to kill Emiya Shirou, her brother, the reason why her papa abandoned her.
The summoning circle glowed. However, the wolves had caught up, and they made a circle around the clearing, surrounding Illya.
Without a catalyst, the Servant summoned would be the one with highest compatibility. It meant things such as having similar personality or similar worldview. Illya hoped that she will be lucky and got a good Servant.
She chanted the last line without any mistake, right on time. The wolves were already preparing to pounce her.
BOOM
The summoning circle shone brightly and there was a big sound, and then there was a lot of smoke.
The wolves were surprised and jumped back. Illya didn't waste time and she rushed to the center of the summoning circle. She hadn't seen her Servant's appearance, but right now it was the safest place to be.
"Servant! Save me!" Illya shouted to the figure behind the thick smokes.
Unexpectedly, a reply was heard. "Yes Mam! Right away!" It was a young woman voice, and it somehow sounds familiar to Illya.
Illya was puzzled. Wasn't it a Berserker class? Then supposedly she couldn't be able to speak. But maybe the summoning was a fluke and she got another class?
"Haaa!" The Servant shouted, and multiple prana shots bombarded the wolves. In no time, the wolves were either dead or ran away.
Finally, the smoke also cleared up and Illya could see her new Servant's appearance.
"Eh?" Illya involuntary said after seeing the Servant.
It was natural. After all, the Servant's appearance was a mirror image to her own. She had the same face, same long silver hair, and red eyes. They even had the same height.
The only differences between them was their clothes and that the Servant was holding a pink stick with golden star at its head. The Servant's outfit was a bright colored pink with frills and cute design, and also, miniskirt.
"Nice to meet you, Master. Or should I say my other self?" The Servant cheerfully greeted Illya. "I am Servant Berserker, Illyasviel von Einzbern. I have come in response of your call. Hope we get along!"
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this is a story I want to write, but I have no clear direction of where it will go.
I will put it up and see reader's reaction before deciding whether I will continue it or not.