Ending the Cycle

by Tigershark431

Drake Griffin, a boy haunted by a repeating nightmare, has to travel to London to meet his birth father. While on the trip he is swept up into the most dangerous war known to man. As he fights through it his nightmares begin to take shape as a shared memory, but why they have been triggered is a secret beyond even the heroes of old.

3. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Welcome to chapter 2 of Ending the Cycle! More secrets will be revealed, but will hail in comparison to the amount of questions that will arise! I hope you enjoy and thank you for continually putting up with my terrible grammar if you have been reading my story. (I read through this chapter about three times but with my understanding of the English langue I'm sure I made many noticeable grammatical mistakes).

Enjoy!

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Third POV

Richard silently closed the door to James office after he sat him down at his desk. He knew that his Master was going to find out sooner or later, but he was hoping to save him from the news just a little longer. Reaching for a nearby pitcher of water, Richard sighed when he saw the devastation still present on his friends face.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way James. I knew about the her remarriage for a while", He paused pouring the water into a glass, "... I didn't think you would ever try to contact her again so I decided to keep the information to myself"

James continued to stare ahead his eyes blank, and not even noticing the glass of water place before him.

"How long?", The man eventually spoke, his voice quiet and empty.

Richard paused for a moment, debating whether or not he should just end the conversation and just let his friend grieve in silence. Shaking the thought from his head scowl, Richard opened up his mouth and replied honestly. "James it's been for about twelve years… five years after you left I discovered that she moved on"

James stayed quiet for a few minutes, and Richard couldn't even begin to process what the man was going through. The silence was eventually broken by the soft chuckle of a depressing laugh. "I should have known better. Why would I even think for a second she wouldn't find somebody better, after all I did to her", Richard open his mouth to intervene but immediately closed it when his friend began talking again, "I left without so much as a goodbye, and didn't even contact her for seventeen years".

"None of that is your fault sir", Richard finally interrupted but was silenced once James lifted his hand telling him to stop.

"It doesn't matter if I tuley was a good father and husband I would have been with them"

"And what have them die along with you, the fact that you remained hidden for as long as you did is testament enough for how much you loved Ellie and Drake"

If Richard statement was suppose to change James emotional state it did not do much good. James head fell downward and he looked at his feet devastated. "If I found away things could've been different. I wouldn't have a son who rightfully hates me or a wife ho no longer loves me. God how delusional I have been to think things could've worked out after taking a path like this".

Sighing Richard just looked at his friend concerned, "You have to understand James, you made more sacrifice than any man I know. Through your selfless actions Drake is going to be able to live a normal life"

"Then why is he here right now", Richard shut his mouth as soon as the words escaped James, "If I was truly selfless I would have left my son on the safe thousands of kilometers away, but instead the second I knew when those bastards would be out of the house to protect their own skins, I begged his mother to send him here. And do you know why Richard?"

The butler couldn't answer and remained quiet, his eyes moving to the floor unable to meet the gaze James was giving him now, "It's because I'm selfish. The most dangerous event known to Magi is about to begin and I brought my son here because I wanted to see him before in all likelihood I die"

"You don't know it will begin now", Richard retorted unable to keep hearing his longest friend criticize himself, "The other Masters probably haven't even arrived in the city yet, and even if they have they would never attack anybody until they established a strategy. The War will start long after Drake has left".

James began laughing to himself again, "You don't know other Magi like I do Richard. Most of the Masters in this War will be truly despicable human beings, willing to torture, kill, and slaughter their way for the Grail. They don't care if they have to do it to innocent bystanders or not. No I brought him here because of my own selfish desire to at least partially explain myself for my horrible actions…. But it's not going to work. I can't reshape the imagine he has of me in his head, and to be honest I'm starting to think the picture he's painting of me is an accurate representation"

Richard remained unmoving, James looked up to see if he was going to reply but do to the man's ghostly expression it became clear he wasn't going to. "It's funny really. When his mother finally caved in and allowed him to come I began having dreams of him forgiving me. After that I would be able to enjoy my last few days alive reconnecting with my son… and if I was fortunate enough to win I would return to him and Ellie. I would finally get my life back and be happy once more... but that's only a dream… a dream I don't have the right to imagine let alone hope for. In reality I have a son who can barely stand the sight of me, I'm becoming an emotional wreck whose caved in to his family of monsters, and you're probably standing there right now thinking that you've failed me somehow. No the only one happy in this whole damn house is Cienwyn"

Richards eyes became sadden but for a very different reason.

"And her happiness is brought by the brainwashing my family's been doing to people like you for generation. God she's bursting with joy because she believe her life's purpose just walked through the door. What kind of animals convince people from childhood it's an honor to be slave Richard".

Richard remain standing still not being able to answer any of the questions given. and as the anger from James's outburst everapterd into nothing the room was once assigned filled with deathly silence.

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Drake's POV

Why the hell is this girl bursting with joy, I thought for the hundredth time as this Ceinwyn person carried my heavy luggage through the labyrinth of hallways with the largest smile I've ever seen.

The second my father left, supposedly devastated by the news of my mother's remarriage, I let out a small smile seeing him look truly upset, even if I did think he was just putting on an act. Enjoying my small victory I was interrupted by the sound of a high pitched grunt. Looking over to the source of the sound, I was astonished to see the strawberry blonde in front of me lift my luggage with ease of the floor, a feet that did not seem impossible with her petite frame. Eyes widening I went over to grab my bag, not wanting her to carry it, but she walked right past me then turned around and declared happily, "Please follow me Master Griffin!". So, unable to process what was really going on, I did just that.

As Ceinwyn led me through the twisting halls I came to the conclusion that remarkably the house looked even bigger then it's outside appearance let on, if that was even possible. The walls were lined with portraits with people dressed in upperclass clothing from almost every era from the renaissance on. The men and women in the painting seemed to be staring at me with disgust, as if my very presence here was an embarrassment.

"Admiring your ancestor Master Griffin!", Ceinwyn voice joyously echoed through the once deathly quiet halls.

"I don't know if admire would be the word I would use", I replied a bit rudely, as I returned the disgusted glare one of my "relatives" was giving me.

Judging by the large amount of upbeat energy still radiating off the young maid I don't think she heard me. But at this point I'm convinced she's in her own private little world.

"They're all so remarkable", she spoke softer this time to herself causing me to break my gaze with a man dressed like he came right out of one of Shakespeare's play. The way she spoke, it was like she didn't believe she even deserved be in the presence of the pictures of these people, "You heritage is truly remarkable Master Griffin".

I wanted to be angered at the girl for comparing me to these people, as far as I was concerned their DNA was a burden I had to carry. But just as I was about to explode I saw her face as she turned to stare at a passing portrait. The giant smile that I had began to associate the maid with had shrunk smaller replacing joy with true happiness, as her eyes scanned the painting softley. I don't know what was going on in her mind but she seemed truly happy right now. I had know right to destroy that happiness, even if we did have drastically different views of the people on the walls. My anger dissipated and I I let out a soft sigh.

"... Could you please just call me Drake"

The strawberry blonde girl in front of me looked like she hit a wall. Her body seemed frozen in time and the smile that once decorated her face had evaporated into a mouth slightly agape, matching the shocked expression her eyes were showing. Surprised by the sudden halt of the maid, I almost crashed right into her. Moments passed by and she remained standing like a statue. The awkwardness of this sudden situation grew rapidly along with my confusion. Taking a few steps in front of her I raised an arm and started waving it up and down in front of her face.

"Hello? Everything okay"

That must have done the trick because the girls eyes once again focus. My short moment of relief that she didn't have a stroke or something was soon replaced again with confusion. The made dropped my luggage, and went down on her knees and clasped her hands together like a beggar on the street, and tear droplets started to form in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Master Griffin, I do not know what I have done to offend you but I promise I will never do it again"

What the hell, I thought while my cheeks reddened quickly at the sight

"Please, please don't disown me. I promise all do better, I've waited my whole life for your arrival I do not want to fail you so early", tears were starting to stream down her face now while I stared on growing ever more confused and embarrassed.

"You haven't done anything wrong", I said rapidly waving my arms trying to convey that she I was not implying whatever she was thinking, " Your doing a great job, I just don't want to people to call me Master, that's all"

The water leaking from her eyes slowed down and she gave off a few short sniffles.

"So you're not disowning me", her eyes looked up hopefully.

"Why would I disown you? What does that even me?", I stare at her confused

The girl sprang from the floor completely ignoring the second part of my question. Her body once again began displaying the joyous attitude she had when I first met her, and she quickly pick up my luggage with a huge smile.

"Thank you so much Mast- I mean Sir Drake! I promise I will never fail you again.

… Well It's better than being called Master

The maid walked forward with a new found spring in her step, leaving me to stand more shocked and confused then I've ever been in my life.

You didn't do anything wrong though

She turn around when she realized I wasn't following and she looked back confused. Not wanting her to get the wrong idea again I quickly ran up to her and we once again began the journey to the room I would be staying with.

I swear when I get to my room I'm gonna just grab my stuff and lock myself in there for the whole week. I'm done with all this weird crap.

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The rest of the walk was shrouded in awkwardness, well for me anyway seeing as Ceinwyn still looked like she was on top of the world. With one last turn we reached the end of the hallway that we seemed to have been traveling down forever. An old fashioned wooden door sood at the were the were the pathway should've ended. It looked untouched, like it's been there for ages. It was giving me a dread feeling in the pit of my stomach. Remaining jubilant Ceinwyn went up to the door and gently place my bag beside her. In one swift motion she revealed the inside of the room,

"Welcome home Sir Drake", She said bowing as she gestured me to step through the entrance.

I walked up slowly eyes wide looking at the room. So surprised by the look of the bedroom I didn't even get angered when Ceinwyn declared this place my home. I took one step inside and instantly felt like I was transported to the past. The room was enormous with a master bed in the middle that looked hundreds of years old. The stone pattern from the outside of the house made up the walls, but the rocks inside seemed to shine even brighter as if they've been polished for hours. Doing a 360 I took in all the elements from the room, from the painting of ancient battlefields that seemed fused in the wall, to the medieval armor that stood to the side providing the room, and the mansion in general, with an even more medieval castle feel. The sound of my luggage being drop broke me from my trance and I turned towards it to be met with Ceinwyn smiling face.

"This room has been assigned to you since you've enter this world Mas- Sir Drake. Do to your absent it never got the chance to be used, but as soon as I was able to hold a duster I've cleaned it everyday. When news of your visit reached my ears I redoubled my efforts", there was a short pause as I'm sure Ceinwyn was waiting for me to respond, but I stood silently, still awestruck by the room. She gave off a small frown, "I'm sorry you were not rewarded a larger one. Do to your… unique birth into the family, this was the only room they were willing to prepare".

My head snapped towards her astonished that, one there were bigger bedrooms in this mansion, and two I was given this room when I was born.

"What do you mean they prepared this room when I was born?"

Cienwyn froze and a look of guilt washed over her face and she bowed her head.

"I should not have said that Master Griffin. The words slipped past my tongue it is not my duty to explain your family to you", She bit the bottom of her lips and the look on her face showed she maybe did want to explain more about the topic, "... Your father will explain everything later I promise"

I rolled my eyes after hearing that statement for what felt like the hundredth time If I had a nickle for every time I heard that.

"I don't know what the big deal is Ce-", I began before being interrupted by maid frantically unpacking my belongings.

"We really must get you set up here Drake", She said as she quickly began folding my crumpled clothes and placing them in the nearby dressers and closets at an inhuman speed. My personal belonging were then placed on tables and nightstands. In a matter of seconds the room looked like it had been occupied for years.

"There we go", Ceinwyn said with a smile while lightly panting, "All nice and cozy, is the room acceptable for you to stay in Drake?"

"It's uhh awesome... thank you", I replied a little dazed by what just happen.

Smiling contently, Ceinwyn clasped her hands together and walked over right next to the door before turning back towards me. I thought she was about to leave but she remained standing there smiling straight ahead. I started on confused, but she only met my gaze with a heartwarming smile looking on patiently.

"... Thank you for getting me all set up", I finally said, wondering if she needed me to confirm I was all good to leave.

Still smiling she bowed her head and remain glued to her spot, "No need to for gratitude Sir Drake, it is my pleasure to serve".

"... I'm just… gonna go rest for abit", I say while awkwardly pointing to the bed hopefully giving her the message she could leave too.

Not moving the girl responded robotically, "Of course after a long trip you must be exhausted. I assure you I have prepared the bed to be as comfortable as possible".

I awkwardly get onto the bed and lay down. The cushion seemed to fit perfectly to my body. All my muscle seemed to become relaxed, and my blood pressure from all of today's event skyrocketed in the opposite direction. Needless to say true to her word the bed was beyond comfortable. But even as my physical body relaxes, my mind had turned into a hurricane when I looked up to see Ceinwyn still standing by the door smiling at me. Most boys my age would be thrilled to have a cute girl stand smiling at them in their bedroom… but I wasn't most boy's. My brain was going through a nuclear meltdown as the young maid remained in the room, and my face was turning a such a dark shade of red I may have created a new color. My reaction only caused Ceinwyn to let out a small gasp,

"Sir Drake our you ill, your face seems to be heating up. Allow me to take your temperature"

Before she was even able to take two steps towards the bed I broke out in a nervous stutter.

"The-there's no need for that Ceinwyn… I'm… uh… just tired that's all! If you want to take a break and leave that will be perfectly fine".

I was only met with a series of cute giggles, that did not help my face loose it's red coloring.

"Do not worry about me Sir Drake. Please rest up, I will watch over you dutifully, ready to take any command"

She can't be serious, I thought face palming, There's no way I can sleep if she's going to be watching the whole time. But as a looked on at her joyous face I knew just commanding her to leave was out of the question. Maybe I could just send her on a task or something

"... Hey Ceinwyn, would you mind fetching me a book or something? I usually like to read before I go to sleep"

Clasping her hands together not even I millisecond after I made the request her face lit up like a Christmas tree, "Of course Sir Drake, I will go fetch you the greatest pieces of literature we have to offer".

And with that she went running out of the room. Leaving me alone for the first time in hours. Hopefully that will keep her busy for a few minutes. Leaning my head back against the cloud like pillows, I closed my eyes and was quickly about to let sleep take over. But just as I was about to enter the land of dreams, or in my case nightmares, I giant cracking sound along with a an earthquake level tremor jolted me awake. I looked around the room dazed and confused only to have my eyes widen when I looked next to me to see Ceinwyn along with a ginormous pile of books placed next to me on the nightstand. … Books may not be the right term actually, do to their size and appearance the seem to resemble textbooks rather the traditional novels.

Is she related to the flash or something, she couldn't have been gone for over ten seconds

Barley even to get that thought off I was soon interrupted by the pink haired maid looking excitingly between me and the books,

"These our my favorite books I have ever had the privilege of reading. Each one was beautifully crafted by one of your prestigious relatives"

Unable to get a good grasp of what was really going on, I slowly reached for the first book in the pile. Since I was clearly not going to sleep because Ceinwyn was now watching me from an even closer position, I had no choice but to actually read one of these books. Heaving the thing onto my lap left me panting like I had just sprinted a mile non stop.

How did she even carry all of these, I think looking at the young maid who remained smiling happily.

Sighing I decided to look at the title. The Aelle Bloodlines Impact on History. "What's that suppose to mean?", I ask confused but before I have time to react, Ceinwyn has already taken the book off my lap.

Her smile is now forced and a look of regret covers her face, "My mistake some of these books … aren't readable. Yes the many pages missing, and almost all the texts is faded".

"It looks to be in pretty good condition to me"

"NO", Ceinwyn raises her voice for the first time, before bringing one hand up covering her mouth, "... I'm sorry Sir Griffin, in my rush to provide you with proper literature I have grabbed unreadable stories. Let me go through the remaining ones to find one fit for you to read".

I look on as the strawberry blonde begins going through the large pile of books, a look of worry crosses her face as she continues to stack almost all of the ones she gathered with the one she deemed unreadable. Each one she went through the look of utter defeat on her face grew worse, until she reached the last one. Muttering the name quietly to herself her eyes fill with relief.

"This one is in good condition", She says happily placing the textbook into my hands, "Allow me to put the defected ones in back into the library".

The maid leaves the room with quietly with a stack of "defected books", leaving me once again confused with a heavy book in my hand. I let out a sigh Why does she act like that?

With nothing else to do I look down into my lap and decide to start reading. I say the title out loud.

"The Rule Book the for Serving the Aelle Family"

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Reading the book was almost painful. Not only was it mentally exhausting, but I would visibly cringe at certain things the this rule book demanded of servants. Ceinwyn had return to the room before I was into the book, but as the hours passed and I read more I looked up at the girl pitifully. The things this book were saying, it almost like it was demanding these people to be personal slaves. "You must always obey any request your Master gives", "All personal needs must be put after the Master's", "It is your greatest honor in life to serve the Aelle family". I wanted to vomit, this book was disgusting and those were just lines I picked up while skimming through it. Why would this family even have such a book dedicated to telling it servants what to do, it didn't even mention paying them it seemed more like it was a family tradition to have servants. My hatred for this family only continue to grow along with my confusion of my father's mysterious past. When I closed the book ready to chuck it out the window, Ceinwyn spoke up,

"I am so honored to be given the chance to serve you Sir Griffin, I have gone through that book more times then I can count".

Looking at how happy she seemed making that statement only filled me with more sorrow. How could she say a thing like that. I barely even skimmed over the book, and it already gave off the message that she was treated more as a tool then then a human being by this family. I don't know how she got this position in life, or what she's been through but my mind wanted me to scream for her to run far away from this place, to not listen to the lies told by the book. But I couldn't, she seemed so happy and when she looked towards the book it her smile was one of gratitude, and I was not brave enough to take that away from here. The silence of the situation was soon broken by a loud ringing sound. Causing the maid to shoot up from her seated position.

"It appears Richard has finished preparing your meal Sir Drake, please allow me to escort you to the dining hall".

Getting up from the bed, I followed the servant once again through the hallways sadness, looking at the passing portraits of my "Relatives" with even more hatred the before.

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The dining table was enormous and if there were two people seated at opposite heads, even with nobody else in between, you'd have to shout to be able to communicate. Needless to say I was hoping that would be the arrangement for tonight's meal. The only way I could possibly communicate with him was through screams, especially after what I just read about how his family brainwashed their servants. But I was in no such luck as Ceinwyn motioned for me to sit in one of two set plates directly across from one another, located in the center of the table. Not wanting to take the anger I had for my father out on the maid, I quietly thanked her and took a seat, waiting for the food and the my host to arrive. The pause was broken by the sound of the door opposite to the one Ceinwyn and I entered bursting open revealing Richard wheeling in a platter a food, not unlike you would see waiters do at a fancy restraunt. Arriving across the other side of the table, the butler with grace and skill set two more plates next to the occupied ones and quickly placed what look like a five star meal on each. All individual pallets looked identical with what appeared to be some sort of fish specially prepared with a sauce, and soup located to the side. Despite being impressed by the meal and how quickly it was placed in front of me, my mind was not going to be derailed from the path of anger it had set on towards my father.

"... Richard why are there four meals present?", Ceinwyn spoke generally confused, but Richard was quick to reply without missing a beat.

"James has so graciously asked for you and I to join him and Mr. Griffin for Dinner".

That statement went by me unnoticed I had already assumed they be eating with us, I didn't see why they wouldn't. But from the corner of my eyes I saw Ceinwyn tense up with shock and fear.

"B-but that is simply not aloud Richard, the family specifi-", she was stopped when Richard raised a hand, and swung around the table pulling out a chair for the young maid.

"James has assured me that this setup is quite alright Ceinwyn. It would be most impolite to not accept such a kind gesture", hesitantly the strawberry blonde took a seat next to me. The moment she sat down her nervous expression increased dramatically, and she began constantly checking to see if every utensil and napkin in her area was in the proper. These actions did not go unnoticed by the older servant who only let out a soft chuckle seeing her fidget in her seat. Walking around the table and taking his own seat, he gracefully put a napkin on his lap and began waiting patiently for the final member to arrive, and speak of the devil here he came. Meeting him with a death glare the moment he stepped foot into the room I noticed he had at least partly regained some of his spirit for he did not look like the complete husk of a man I saw earlier. Taking the last remaining seat he looked around and a small smile graced his lips, despite me making no effort to hide my hateful expression when we made eye contact.

"I'm honored you were able to join us Ceinwyn", His voice came out smoothly for the first time all day. Ceinwyn response while immediate came out stuttered and nervous as a small blush crept onto her cheeks.

"T-the h-honor is all mine Mater Aelle, I do not deserves such kindness".

"Nonsense, you may be the only person in this room who deserves to be seated here", still nervous Ceinwyn hesitantly nodded, then went back to checking for errors in her perfectly set platter. Which caused my father to make the same small chuckle his butler made not even a minute before, "Well then shall we begin, Richard is the most excellent cook I have ever met, and his meals are best eaten warm".

Without delay Richard and my father began consuming their meals, leaving me and Ceinwyn in the dust. The maid was shaking in her seat nervously that I doubt she could hold her fork and knife still enough without having the fish go flying all across the room. I on the other hand was to preoccupied with trying not to burst with anger to even consider eating the food placed in front of me. So many questions remained unanswered and only new one had been created the moment I arrived. Between finding out my real father left his wife for riches, him being so secretive about his past, and my apparent relatives treating their servants like slaves I was ready to burst with anger. With a calm expression the man across from me most of noticed this and finally spoke to me.

"You look quite confused Drake, as promised I will try to explain any questions you might have".

I did not hesitate to miss this opportunity, there were so many questions to ask but I had one already prepared. Almost growling I look the man directly in the eyes,

"Why'd you leave?"

Every occupant in the room grew deathly quiet as the words left my lips and the world seemed to freeze over, each second began passing like an eon. Even Ceinwyn stop her nervous twitching. The soft clink of a metal object meeting wood was the first noise to break the silence. My father, having placed down his fork, met my gaze with an expression so serious that I felt much younger then I was, and I struggled to keep up my angered fueled confidence

"Every word I say Drake will be true, you may not believe me, but I promise you no lies will be given", his voice perfectly matched his expression and I waited nervously for the responses, "My birth into this family forced me into a different world than the one most people get to live in. A life of a noble. In this world the choices most human beings take for granted are not given. I'm forced into a lifestyle I must except, I'm forced to follow rules I despise, and in many ways I'm forced to give up my soul", there was a short pause and the man across from me took in a deep breath, but nobody dared speak while his voice was absent, "As I grew I began rebelling against certain rules secretively. I would disguise myself as a commoner and head into the city and interact with regular people. The more I did the more jealous I became of their ability to make their own personal decisions. They had control over their own life and it was not a luxury I could not have. Despite becoming addicted to the commoner life style I still could not find the courage to abandoned my family… they could easily hunt me down and the risk was simply not worth it… Until I met Ellie. The Aelle family's rules on marriage are quite clear, and my relationship with Ellie would not be in any cases permitted. That is when I made my own decision for what felt like the first time in my life, I would escape from my family to be with your mother. Months passed after I married her and I foolishly thought I had successfully escaped from the monsters who controlled my life… But I should've known they'd never stop looking, and by the end of that year I had been found", the man's voice was now filled with sorrow and he open his mouth as to say something else, but a quick glance from Richard stopped him and he took another deep breathe, "... In order to protect your mother, and save you from an unfair life I had to leave, it was the only option they gave me".

Silence once again filled the room. By the looks of things the story was over and my father looked at me, his eyes begging me to respond. The intimidation I felt by his early expression soon began leaving as quickly as it came and I looked down at my plate, a shadow covering my eyes.

"You're right about one thing", I slowly lifted my eyes revealing the fiery anger burning in each pupil, "I don't believe that crap for a second".

Ceinwn's surprised gasp was the next sound to fill the room along with a glare of disapproval from Richard. But I could care less about their reactions all I needed was making sure the man across the table know I didn't believe his lies.

"I mean seriously who the fuck would believe that garbage. Nobles, family traditions, freaking commoners. This isn't the middle ages dip shit", My voice came out harsh, and from the corner of my eyes I saw Ceinwyn face go completely pale, as my father looked on with sorrow and pity. But that reaction only prove to add fuel to my fire, "Even if that was fucking true, then you're an even worse man then I thought. Nobody can force you into living that sort of lifestyle especially your family. You could've just went to the police if you and my mom were in actual danger"

"Drake the government couldn't pos-", He was interrupted as I slam my fist onto the table causing all the plates to shake violently making the food splatter everywhere.

"I'm done", I screamed standing up and heading towards the door, "I came here for answers but it's clear you won't give me any. I'm going to bed, with any luck all sleep for the whole fucking week"

I slammed the door I entered in disgust leaving the remaining diners with expression of shock, sadness, and disappointment.

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Third POV

Three hours had passed since Drake left the Dining hall screaming. Night had taken over and the full moon rose into the sky. James while sadden about his son not accepting his explanation was in know way as devastated as earlier. He had already known his son would probably not accept such a statement, after all the boy was given the gift of living in a world where such a notion sounded impossible. Shortly after Drake left, James also retired to his room hoping that the next day would go better. Richard and Ceinwyn remained and cleaned up the mess. Ceinwyn tried to ask Richard about why Drake was behaving so strangely, but he simply waved her away and left as soon as the Dining hall returned to how it looked before anybody entered. For the next three hours the strawberry blonde was not sure what to do. Having waited so many years for Drake to arrive she had prepared to serve him the dutifully for the rest of his life, like she had seen so many others of her kind do for their respected Masters. Richard, however, made it quite clear that she should not bother the boy at this time. Confused and sadden the young maid went about absently cleaning the already spotless mansion like she had done so many times in the past.

Why am I such a failure, she thought sadly as she was dusted the same hallway for the third time that evening, It hasn't even been a day and I've already failed my Master on multiple occasions

Tired she gave off a yawn and looked down the hallway sadly. Drake's room was at the end of it, … Richard said not to bother him… but I should check to see if he is sleepy well.

The maid quietly made her way down the hall and stopped at the large door blocking her from the bedroom chamber. Gently opening it just a crack she let one of her blue eyes peek inside. Nothing seemed out of place and all his belonging seemed to be where she originally placed them. Scanning over to the bed the girl's eyes widen. Drake face was in morphed into an expression of pain and he was sweating fiercely. His mouth moved and he seems to be whispering one word she could not hear repeatedly. Covering her mouth to muffle a gasp Ceinwyn fully open the door prepared to help Drake from whatever was causing him discomfort. But not even two steps into a blinding white light filled the entire mansion, followed an unavoidable shock wave that shook the entire building causing windows to shatter and the young maid to be knocked over. The Holy Grail War has begun.

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This chapter was a blast to right! Once I got going I couldn't stop! Writing the first interactions between Drake and Ceinwyn was so much fun. Writing from a third person point of view also gave me a chance to expand on the other characters witch I really needed to do to show individual character development.

Thank you for reading, and while I admit I don't take constructed criticism well, even though I so desperately need it, I encourage all types of reviews, and as always PM me if you have any questions. Next Chapter the war begins!

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