CHAPTER 2

This being, her familiar

LOUISE POV:

She couldn't remember having gone back to her room or having fallen asleep. What had happened? The summoning ritual had taken place. It had been her turn. Had she failed? No. Something had appeared. What had it been? Was it a majestic dragon she had hoped to summon? No. It had been different. It had a human shape. Had it been human? No. It had been…

It had been… she couldn't think of the right term, it was at the top of her tongue, but she just couldn't remember.

At least she was sure of one thing. The, no HER familiar was powerful, making all her classmates fall to their knees when it released its power. A shiver run down her back, she didn't know if she was feeling proud of such an achievement or scared. It had been angry, at whom she truly didn't fully know. Maybe at her, for ripping it away from its home and forcing it into a contract against its will, or maybe her teacher, for believing that Louise, its summoner, would be able to control it, make it serve and care for her.

However what had scared her more than any of the above had been that her familiar had almost broken free of their contract. The runes had almost been erased, looking like they had never even existed, almost destroying the proof, her proof of not being worthless and a complete failure, the zero. She had almost lost her last thread of hope. She shuddered remembering. Her familiar was strong enough to erase the runes, her proof, the contract to undo her hard work, her hope, even her life. It would be able to leave whenever it wanted.

Her brain forced a jump-start. Where was her familiar? Had it freed itself? Had it left? Her eyes flew open, frantically searching for her familiar. She sighed in relieve. It was sitting near her bed on a chair, reading one of her books. The fear disappeared. Her frantic breathing and heart calmed down. It hadn't left. Her proof still existed, hadn't been erased, her hope still reminded, her life was not forfeit.

"You are awake" Her familiar finally looked up and stated. She slowly nodded her head.

"Good, have you recovered? Are you alright?" Her familiar looked… she didn't know what to say. Her familiar was not overly big, but wouldn't be called small either. He had long orange hair and, now that she got a closer look, beautiful brown eyes that told of warmth and kindness and protection. She had the urge to hug and snuggle against him but suppressed them. She was a noble, such behavior was unacceptable. Her familiar wore black and white ropes which she had never seen or heard before. He carried a sword on his back, or more like a cleaver, since it was as long and half as wide as her familiar.

Her familiar stood up and strode toward her, a grace and control behind every step that not even most nobles possessed. It looked down on her and she found the strength to look back on those deep brown eyes. The scowl that seemed to be permanent did not conceal the worry that shone through his eyes. Worry for what, she asked herself? For her? Was it worried about her? She wanted to look away. The look hurt. She felt as if she didn't even deserve to stand next to such a power/grace/kind/hope/warmth/protection being. She had wished for such a being, yes she had, but this was unbearable. It couldn't be real. Such a powerful being was looking at her with concern, not for her name, not for her grades, but for her wellbeing. She had always thought that such powerful being would never concern themselves with less powerful beings. The less powerful ones would always be received with scorn and hatred for even existing. She had learned from experience. Her mother had never cared, she was such a strong/powerful/graceful person, but her familiar, this being, did not look with scorn or hatred, but with concern.

She tried to reply, but she could only stutter a few incomprehensible words before she, forgetting all manners, jumped out of bed and hugged him tightly, letting tears fall, crying out her sorrow, her fears and the hopelessness that she had always felt and suppressed. Her familiar wrapped strong arms around her small body and stroke her hair, saying calming words which were lost, but not forgotten. She let herself go in the arms of the being and cried all the suppressed emotions that had been held back since she could remember. Even with her beloved sister she had never let loose of everything, not because of the wish to keep, but because of having forgotten how to do so, having never learned in the first place with her family of strong/power/grace, but not love/protection/warmth/home. Her familiar had succeeded what her sister had always been trying to do. Her sister had always radiated the feeling of love and warmth, but this being, HER FAMILIAR was more. He was not only love and warmth, but also kindness and protection. Where her sister was frail this being showed strength and power and protection, so much that she felt it was alright to let go, to finally accept, to be herself, hidden behind the strong arms and body of her familiar. She felt tired and slowly closed her eyes. For now she would fall asleep, knowing that this being, her familiar would conceal and protect her from everything, even the hard and cruel world. Tomorrow she would deal with it, she would be strong and prove herself to be worthy of this being, tonight she would heal and sleep.

Thank you for reading, please tell me your opinion. I thought about making many different points of views all describing Ichigo

Changed it a bit so it's easier to read

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