...no pitchforks~
When you wield magic, you pose a question. A question you put forth and hope the universe to answer. After all, magic has an inherently wild quality. If magic could be personified it would be mysterious. Reacting in the most oddest of ways. Endless loopholes and unseen consequences. So much so, that even the greatest of magicians have spent most of their lives devoted just trying to understand magic and its foundations. Trying to make sense of what little knowledge they do possess. The endless pursuit to reach for knowledge. Trying to push past their limits. To see what shouldn't be seen. To reveal what shouldn't be revealed.
To say that heroic spirits knew of magic was probably an understatement. After all, many of them had been notable magicians in their own right. Some even the shadows of the gods of old. Wielding the kind of power that made mortals weep. But at their very core, in Chaldea, in this time and place they were inherently only "existing" due to the meddling of greedy human magicians. The ones who didn't accept their oncoming demise. The ones who wanted more. The ones who even in the face of extinction still strove to wield power. Even if they shouldn't. The lengths that they would go to, was simply astounding to a non magical person. Perhaps, even bordering on insanity. After all, what normal person welcomes greatness at the cost of possible madness and folly. Anyone who was magically inclined knew this.
Atalanta inhaled slowly.
It would be hard to fully put into words the way magic feels. Especially when it's done to you. The way it spreads over you. The way it rushes over you. Envelopes you. The way it overwhelms you. Especially when its not of your doing. More so, if its someone you know doing it you. It's like fighting against a riptide mixed with a hurricane. Some struggle and fight until their dying breath. And sometimes even beyond that. In this case, when the magic rushed at her, Atalanta was prepared to fight.
But then...
...underneath the rush, she felt it.
Rin
So...she closed her eyes and let it whisk her away.
When she opened them again, sunlight filtered in through the tall and beautiful trees that surrounded her. The air was crisp, fresh but most of all clean. She could practically taste it on her tongue. While she was not a Caster, it wasn't like she didn't know magic, it was different. It was not filled with the stench of death. It was light. The cheerful chirping of birds and nearby animals chattering by. It was peaceful and quiet.
And it was absolutely wrong.
"...Where the hell am I?"
Sorry its a little slowwwwww
I am forewarning everyone- we might take some unexpected twists and turns. It may not be to everyone's taste's but lets refrain from any negativity.