...waves*

The world was hazy.

Her head hurt. A lot. Her mouth tasted like cotton balls and ash. Everything seemed to hurt. From the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Ever so slowly, Rin opened her eyes sluggishly. Cautiously not to move suddenly, shifted her head slightly to look around. Huh. This wasn't her room. From what she could tell, it wasn't any room she was particularly familiar with either. It wasn't really dark but it wasn't bright either. Tilting her head she could see various books of all sizes and overflowing with plants.

How did she get here?

Wasn't that the question? Closing her eyes, Rin raised a head to her temple; slowly rubbing it. What had she done that day?

Think..

Think...

...she had woken up late. Atalanta had rushed to help her get into her uniform and off to her lessons.

But that scenario wasn't uncommon. While Rin thought she woke up at a normal time, everyone else seemed to think different. So more often than not, Rin missed breakfast which never a good thing. By the time lunchtime rolled around, Rin was normally either so grouchy snapping and talking back to any and everyone or completely drained- which often resulted in a hero carrying her to the lunchroom. So, while Atalanta and Berserker tried their very best- but Rin simply was not a morning person. As Rin thought back, she remembered being grouchy by the time lunch rolled around. She remembered rushing out and practically running to the cafeteria.

...an then..

Something...

Pink?

Was someone wearing pink? No that wasn't right.

...a pink haired hero. Who apparently hated Rin on sight. From there it had gone downhill. Way downhill. Rin hadn't the faintest idea what she kept babbling around. She kept cutting Rin off at her attempts to speak. Her head hurt from all the words that were spewed toward her. Berserker had never mentioned dating anyone. Much less a WIFE. Which only seemed to further anger the pink haired hero who basically exploded at her and calling her pathetic and worthless.

Which Rin took great offense too.

If this person was soo great and actually involved with Berserker, then why hadn't Rin ever heard of her or even seen her before. It didn't make any sense. Internally, it wasn't like she knew what her sort of puppy did all the time but she was SURE he'd mention a significant other if he had one. I mean, Rin had seen some heroes looking all lovey dovey at each other. And if she was his so called wife, then why did he spend so much time away from her! Berserker seemed to hang around her more often than not.

But above all, her pride of a magus would never allow someone even a heroic spirit to be called pathetic much less worthless without a reply.

The pink hero had gotten up close to Rin and she remembered suddenly feeling scared. She remembered her mana flaring up; hot and angry. Ready to implode. Her blood boiled in response to a sense of danger. Rin knew logically she couldn't win against a heroic spirit but if it came to that- she'd be damned if she didn't give it her best shot. She would defend her family name against anyone. Even if she knew it would end badly.

And then...

Everything was sort of blurry after that. She thought she had seen Arthur rushing in...but he looked the way she had seen in some of her dreams. But that wasn't right? And maybe Siegfried was there? She remembered white hair but he dressed all wrong in red.

...But that didn't seem right either..

Fighting through a headache, Rin pushed herself up onto her elbows. Taking deep breaths, she flexed her fingers. After a little bit, she felt better. But Rin already frowning. Losing control of her mana like that? What was she- a beginner? She was already having trouble just converting crystals which was as basic as you even get. It was embarrassing. To admit her magic was so out of whack. So out of tune with her. Or perhaps Rin just had too much pride to ask for help even if was from heroic spirits.

What kind of master couldn't control their magic? How could she call herself the head of her family if she couldn't even manage that. And if she could't. How could she ever be worthy…?

Movement caught Rin's eye and she looked up into pale yellow eyes framed by jet black hair. The lady with pale yellow eyes and curved ears laughed. Maybe she was an elf?

"Am I dead?"

"Silly girl." She laughed and it sounded like bells. " My name is Semiramis. You're an interesting little girl aren't you?" She winked at Rin. "..My cute apprentice."

its windy out...byeee