'where am I' was the first thought that entered my mind as my eyes cracked open, spilling a bright, silver blaze to burn a swath through the darkness towering above my prone, exposed face. Suddenly, I bolted upright as I remembered the battle I had prior bore witness to, the blood-flow like crimson rivers from the cracked, burned, screaming flesh of friend foe alike-, the destruction-territory re-defined every moment, dirt and gravel mixing with crimson within wounds, glass metal shards eviscerating and exasperating injuries- the battle lines and balance of power shifted constantly as I swung my beauty, my baby, my crescent roSE!!!.
I snap my head around viermently as I desperately seek my pride joy, but alas I can't find her, then I look down and I see her, frozen and bound, with the blade beneath my feet and the handle across my back, but I know at the very least she also survived.
As I reach out to touch her long, sleek frame, I hear a cough directed ahead of me, in an instant my oculars snap into a forward position as my body explodes in a showering swirl of rose petals as I retreat several meters-a misty, crimson, phantom trail reflecting in my wake- my fists raising in a primed, guarded stance as my form returns to a crouch facing the unfamiliar indervidual, my eyes to theirs and I immediately noticed two things: first, they are a she, second, her eyes are spread wide open in fear yet her mouth is a euphoric smirk. 'Are you the berserker of remnant' I hear an unfamiliar voice echo within my mind, the childish tone matching the snow white, light-crimson-eyed homunculus before me as much as it detached away from her.
"Are you Einzbern" I asked despite not knowing where the name or knowledge connected to it came from, her smirk lessens yet retains, her arms folding forcefully as she responds "I am, whom are you to question that", to which I replie "ruby rose, the reaper of Grimm, am I correct in the assumption you are my master" as I simultaneously rise to stand before my master 'wait, why did I just call her that', "yes you may call my IlIya if you prefer as I will call you ruby or rose separately". Slowly but purposely I approached IlIya and grasped her hand, "master, would you explain exactly what is going on, why I'm here and where here is!!" I asked/ screamed in a mix of fear, anger and worry.
"of course" IlIya replied "you are in the einzbern castle situated within the town of Fuyuki City in the country of Japan, this is a world seperate from your own called earth in which there are no such things as Grimm" suddenly I felt my knees buckle and my legs slam against the floor, my knees smashing through the tile-plated wooden floor, "in this world" my master continued "mana or magic as it's sometimes known exist and Wars are fought over the strongest manifestations of it, the holy grail[s, each war is fought by seven masters each contracted to a servent of one of the seven classes, the classes are: Sabre, Archer, Caster, Assassin, Rider, Lancer Berserker" she then glanced at me while simultaneously uttering the final servent class, "the servents themselves, as I'm sure your wondering, are recreations of great or heroic historical figures" "but ma- I mean IlIya" I quickly utter "how does that effect me and do you know what happened to my friends" I ask, the final question tinged with sadness and desperation.
"I was just getting to that" she said "it pretains to you because for one to be a sevent they must be a renowned icon or legend of history reformed by the grail, in order for that to happen you must first die" she spoke evenly, but I could only focus on one word " die", I'm dead, I can't believe I allowed myself to fall, to leave my team, my sister.
As my train of thought came to conclusion, I felt a hand grasp my shoulder and I looked up to see my master, I see her smile down at me as I hear 'I saw the battle your thinking of as you were summoned, your friends appeared, at the very least, to be safe so don't worry'.
Carefully I nod my head and this reach down to grasp rose's handle shaft, flames erupting from the frame melting the icicles quickly, the chains bounds snapping as fire licked at their joints, I then lifted it up and as I did it turned into liquid-energy, I then felt it form, collapsed, behind the small of my back.
I then, for the first time since awakening as a servent, looked down a myself and saw that my clothes, despite the damage suffered in the numerous battles, were in perfect condition and some parts, either destroyed or abandoned, had been restored, the various punctures and slash marks desecrating my black red trimmed corset replaced, the burns on my hood it's damaged right connection restirated the parts of my dress and boots that had been cut away /or broken had been repaired.
After a final confirmation of my physical state I flipped my hood over my hair, looked at my leader, smiled and asked "what's next IlIya einzbern".