Disclaimer: I do not own Familiar of Zero, only the D&D character that causes mayhem and discord.

A/N: Chapter number two of today for you guys! Yay!

This one was much easier for me to write than the last one, but I think that's because it's getting closer to the establishing moments Saito had in canon. However, there will definitely be some changes. Lyall has skills that Saito didn't, so those will change things.

As for the end. I couldn't help but finish there. I won't say anymore, just that it came natural.

Read/review and enjoy!

The Alpha of Zero

Chapter Four

An Unwelcome Guest

-Lyall-

"Please explain to me what you're going to do during the exhibition. I'd rather not be surprised when you start throwing around sharp objects." Louise said to me as we strode around the courtyard, taking in the practices of my classmates and their familiars.

I gasped lightly, placing a hand on my chest. "Louise! How did you know what I was going to do?" I asked her, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You summoned a martial combatant, Louise. My skills aren't flashy and explosive, like someone I happen to be walking with right now." I gave her a sideways look, meeting her glare with a smile. "Don't worry, I won't go crazy with my blades. All I'll need are a few targets scattered around the courtyard..."

Louise groaned, "The princess is coming, so please don't do anything to make her guard too twitchy."

I arched an eyebrow at her, giving the young girl a perplexed look. "The princess of Tristain is coming to watch a Familiar exhibition? Forgive me for this, Louise, but all this really is, is a bunch of self-entitled, spoiled rich kids showing off their new pets and the tricks they can do."

She was silent for a moment, then smiled lightly, "You realize that would make you my 'pet' right?"

I snorted, "I already made sure to squash that thought, Louise. You couldn't tame me even if you had control over your magic. I'm too crazy to accept anyone as my master."

Rolling her eyes, she simply said, "Whatever, Lyall, just please don't embarrass me in front of her. I had the honor of being her playmate when we younger, so I'd rather you don't ruin it for me now."

Arching an eyebrow, I said, "So you know the princess well? Which means you'll get doubly pissed if I try to work my charm?"

Louise stopped and wheeled on me, her eyes turning sharp and angry. "Lyall, I'm warning you. Do not hurt the princess in any way or I'll make sure you get whatever comes to you. Princess Henrietta is a prize to Tristain and everyone loves her. If you hurt her, then you'll have an entire country against you."

I lifted my hands, acquiescing. "Fine. I'll keep my mouth shut if it's that important to you. I guess I know a topic to avoid whenever I'm joking around."

As we continued to make our way through the courtyard, Derf lifted slightly out of his sheathe. "Say, partner, what do you got planned for this talent show?"

"It's not a talent show! It's an exhibition." Louise said with a pout.

I smirked, "Which is a fancier way of saying a 'talent show'." She threw a glare at me, to which I simply grinned. Replying to Derf, I said, "Honestly, I don't know yet. A part of me wants to juggle deadly weapons. Then again, that's more frightening than impressive. Another part of me wants to throw daggers at a target blindfolded, but I think that'll probably scare the little lambs clad in robes."

Derf laughed lightly, "You got that right. Mages always seem to scare so easily."

"Yeah, the insecurity is baffling. Power doesn't automatically mean authority." I said with a smile.

"Funny. Considering you declared yourself the alpha male of the academy on your second day here." Louise quipped.

I shrugged, "Hey, I had a point to make. Catharsis and securing dominance were just happy side effects."

"Speaking of that, partner, what did you say you were again?"

I felt myself grin, "I'm a mage hunter, Derf. The very thing that would cause every noble in this world to piss themselves over."

Louise was about to reply with some remark, but she was interrupted by the approach of one her teachers, Professor Colbert. The bald man walked towards us, lifting his staff to catch our attention. When he finally reached us, he nodded his head towards me and looked to Louise. "Ms. Vallière, the Headmaster would like to speak with you. If you would follow me."

She looked to me and I quickly waved her off. "Okay, Professor Colbert."

I was about to go my own way, but the teacher caught my attention. "It would benefit us all if you came with us too, Mr. Lyall. It concerns you as well."

I hummed lightly, holding my hand onto my chin. "Though I have to rehearse for the talent show, I can spare the time." I grinned at the tired glare Louise threw me, though I could notice her trying to hide an amused smile. Clearing my throat, I motioned for him to lead the way.

Let me go on record saying that I have not been inside the main tower. I know it's a major breach in what a stealth and subversion specialist should do when in a new area, but I've never felt the need to actually go inside. While I know there are mages here that are stronger than the students, I don't really feel threatened enough to take an active approach. Plus, there's the fact that this is a school of all places and they do cater to the students who come here. While it is a good thing that the kids are safe, it doesn't help that they also reinforce the fact that every kid here is spoiled in some way.

Just once, just for a single day, I'd love to see just one of the kids live in the streets, fighting for necessities without the use of magic. Then maybe they'd have a little humility.

We were led into the tower and up several flights of stairs. The lights were dimmed and gave off a mysterious feel to them. While I'm sure it would affect a human's vision in a small way, my own ability to see perfectly in low light environments allowed me to see as though it was as bright as day. Looking around casually, I took in every nook and cranny, every possible choke point, every spot where an assassin could hide, every possible space where the momentum of a battle could shift.

Approaching the door, Colbert opened it and motioned for us to enter. Louise walked in confidently, while I simply followed her, looking around the room without hesitation.

The old man sitting at the desk caught my attention. I would be lying if his presence didn't cause me some apprehension. Wizards and sorcerers, in all their subtle and glaring differences, all share a single trait that makes them stand out from other combatants. The older they are, the more power have the potential to command. Young prodigies are one thing, but older, trained spellcasters are on an entirely different level.

The next thing that caught my attention was the young woman sitting at a second, smaller desk. She had long green (yes, green. I was mildly shocked) hair that was tied in the back and pushed behind her ears. She wore a pair of glasses a purple cloak. She was flipping through various books, writing whatever random nitpick she happened upon. The woman froze in her writings and slowly looked to me, her dark amber eyes meeting my grey ones.

I smiled good-naturedly, not actively trying to frighten. However, out of my periphery, I noticed a white blur race across the floor and towards her desk. With a flick of my wrist, I sent a dagger tearing into the ground, right in front of the rodent. The mouse cried out in surprise and did a full U-turn, flying towards the old man at the desk.

When everyone threw me a shocked look, I simply shrugged, feeling the hilt of the dagger fly back into my hand. "What? You have a rodent problem. I was simply trying to lessen the infestation."

The old man at the desk squawked. "There is no infestation, I assure you! This is simply my familiar, Mótsognir." He sighed and continued speaking, though it was directed to Louise, "I'm sure you're wondering why you were brought here, Miss Vallière."

Louise stood up a little more straight and said, "Whatever it is, Old Osmond, I am honored you chose me." I gave her a perplexed look from behind, arching an eyebrow at the young girl in front of me.

Old Osmond nodded and gestured to Colbert. The teacher nodded and continued, "As you know, Miss Vallière, the princess of Tristain is coming to our school for the Familiar Exhibition and we are pooling all of our resources in order to ensure her safety."

Louise nodded, "Of course, I would expect no less."

Colbert smiled lightly, "Yes, but there is a small snag that we must deal with before she arrives. Our treasury is currently holding two icons of Tristain and they are in danger of theft." Colbert paused and I couldn't help but notice him look towards me, then back to Louise. "There are rumors of a thief named Fouquet of the Crumbling Dirt is capable of breaking into noble's homes and stealing expensive artifacts."

I snorted, unable to hide a smug smirk. "So, you're scared a little thief will break into your treasury and steal your fancy trinkets?" Shaking my head, I crossed my arms. "It doesn't matter how many protections you have; any practiced thief worth their salt can break into anywhere they please. All it takes is a little know-how and patience."

Louise scowled, glaring at me over her shoulder.

Colbert, however, simply smiled. "I see, so you would know how a thief would think?"

"I have to; a major part of my duty was knowing the ins and outs of mundane and magical traps; that led me to figuring out how to work passed wards and shields. I have just one question, though."

Old Osmond cut in at this point. "What would that be, Mr. Familiar?"

"What are you trying to protect? If my suspicions are true, then you brought Louise up here to get my expertise. For me to work as best as I can, I need to know what's inside the vault; so I can gauge how the wards will fare against a practiced assault." I crossed my arms and waited for his response.

Old Osmond cleared his throat, "The contents of the treasury are several objects of low importance, but there are two in particular that must be protected at all costs. They are the Staff of Destruction and a Blade of Ruin."

I arched an eyebrow at him. I had some template for what he was talking about, but the closest thing that came to mind when he said 'Staff of Destruction' was Staff of the Magi. Now that was a particular type of artifact I had a colorful past with; considering the sheer power that thing had would give even me some pause.

Then there's the 'Blade of Ruin'. It must be some sort iconic sword or spear that lends itself as a symbol of an old hero or a religious relic. I honestly see no point in enshrining a weapon; it's primarily a tool to be used to protect and end lives, mostly end, so there's no real reason put it somewhere it's only going to rust. Regardless, Louise wanted to help out her school and as her 'Familiar' I have a similar, of much more easily ignorable, obligation to do the same.

Rubbing my chin in slight thought, I pursed my lips and hummed lightly. "I see. With names such as those, I can understand why you'd want to protect them from a potential thief." Motioning outside the door, I said, "Lead the way. I've yet to see the rest of the academy, so a tour will be very helpful."

Old Osmond smiled lightly and nodded towards the woman at the second desk. "Miss Longueville, would be so kind as to escort Miss Vallière and her to the vault. There are things I need to speak with Professor Colbert about."

She stood from her desk and bowed her head, "At once, Headmaster." Turning to face the two of us, Miss Longueville motioned for us to follow. "If you would follow me, please."

I smiled good-naturedly, "It would be my pleasure."

A small flush appeared on her face, but she quickly turned away from me, leading us out of the room.

I couldn't help but smirk to myself, I've still got it...

Louise rolled her eyes at me and followed after her, with me in suit. As I followed her out and shut the door, I couldn't help but overhear a single phrase.

"Those runes on his hand are of the Gandalfr..."

That caused a slight pause in me. "Gandalfr?" I whispered to myself in confusion. The word sounded alien to me, even with Louise's explosive translation spell still operating. As much as I hated it, in order to find out what this means, I may have to step out of my comfort zone and do a little research. I only hope my attention span can remain focused.

Seeing the other two getting ahead, I hurried to catch up with them, still keeping silent. Miss Longueville lead us through the corridors of the tower as she spoke up, "I must say, I was a little surprised at your throw, Mr. Familiar."

"Please, call me Lyall. 'Mr. Familiar' just feels so demeaning." I said smoothly.

The Headmaster's assistant simply smiled, "Okay, Lyall, as I was saying, I have to thank you. He has been using that Familiar of his to sneak peeks up my robes since I first started."

Louise gasped, "The Headmaster? That doesn't seem like something someone of his stature would do."

I snorted at her comical naiveté. "It's normally the people who are high up with nothing to do that have the quirks. Though, I have to admit that a perverted old man is a little cliché."

Miss Longueville shook her head, "I would've thought so too, but that's the truth of the matter."

I placed a hand on Louise's head and said, "Enjoy your naiveté while it lasts, Louise. Because one of these days you'll have to see the world for what it really is: one giant death trap that continues to throw obstacle after obstacle at you. The only thing you can really do is grit your teeth and hold your ground."

The secretary gave me a sideways look. In that moment, I saw something in her eyes that set off alarms in my head. The look was masked and dark, with a hint of understanding. It was as if she knew what I was saying and silently agreed. However, the fact that she was able to seemingly empathize with what I said told me more than enough in regard to what kind of person she was.

"Then how do you deal with it, Lyall." Louise cut in, removing my hand from her head and fixing her hair. "From what I've seen, you're not the type to sit down and take anything."

Not taking my eyes off Longueville, I allowed a small smirk to accompany my answer. "I've paid my dues and made my improvements. I'm too good to be caught by a trap and too experienced to miss one. You could say I've seen and lived through pretty much all of it."

"Really, now?" Miss Longueville continued to lead us, but I could tell she knew that I was examining her. "That seems to be a bit farfetched; you look so young, so it's difficult to believe that you've seen as much as you claim."

I shook my head, "War has quite the high learning curve. If you can reach it, then you're gold. Fail it, though, and you won't last very long. I learned that the hard way." I couldn't help but look back and remember a certain psychotic arcanist whose actions led to my decision to take up the mantle of 'mage hunter'.

It was at that moment that we reached our destination. Miss Longueville stopped and gestured towards a rather tall door. The overall lighting was dim with the flickering firelight. No doubt, it would take a few moments for Louise's and Miss Longueville's eyes to adjust, but I was perfectly fine. "This is the entrance to vault that Old Osmond was speaking about."

I approached it and examined the door. Placing a hand on the door, I pushed slightly and felt magical resistance coupled with the overall mass of the door preventing me from moving it. Scanning the door, I gently dragged my hand across the door, feeling the magical enchantments. Closing my eyes, I whispered under my breath and reopened them. Using a skill I mastered over the course of my Occult Slayer training, I activate a second sight of sorts that allowed me to see the aura of any magical enchantments, simply called Aura Vision.

I was instantly greeted by layer upon layer upon layer of magical enchantments represented as a rainbow of colors swirling into one cohesive whole. It seemed that each enchantment relied on each other to strengthen one another. Examining the magic as a whole, I tried to think of how I would break through. First of all, I'd ask Auren if he could dispel it, but I was on my own, so I had to think on what I could do. Drawing upon my own personal knowledge of magic, primarily arcane, I was able to surmise that they were primarily wards that would make it difficult to actually hit, or destroy, the door and its surrounding frame and wall. The lock on the door would be a piece of cake. One could either pick it or simply smash it off of the door. The real issue would be to figure out the next obstacle.

However, the wards around the vault were simplistic, too simplistic to actually work. There were no contingency wards that would activate if the first layer were breached. Nothing that would cause any potential thief too much issue if they knew what to expect. Then again, I'm thinking about this from the perspective of someone who lives in a world where magic can be learned by anyone, not just by those who carried it in their blood. This was a world where the mages were nobles and nobles don't normally steal from other nobles, illegally anyway. Wards like these would stop a commoner, clearly, but a noble with knowledge of how to break wards could carve through this with ease.

"You look disappointed. What's wrong with the defenses?" Miss Longueville's words pulled me from my thoughts.

"Nothing, technically." I closed my eyes, turning off my Aura Vision. I released a small sigh, "For one, they're frighteningly simple, especially if I can figure them out as quickly as this. If it were my friend Auren, he'd know them the instant he looked at the door."

"Okay. Then how do they work?" The secretary prodded.

I gave her well-veiled suspicious look, masking it as a simple gaze. She seems awfully curious about the wards protecting the vault; that fact alone caused the alarms in my head to go off. "The wards are rather straightforward in their function. They're simply a set of magical walls stacked on top of one another, protecting from physical assaults. However, that's all there is; there are no built-in alarm systems to warn others." I placed a hand on the door. "These will keep an army of commoners out easy, but a single mage who's knowledgeable about the wards inner working would be able to break them easily."

"These are treasures entrusted to Tristain Magical Academy by the throne. What noble in their right mind would go against them?" Louise stated factually, but I could see her piecing things together. I couldn't help but smirk when I realized that she was beginning to trust my word.

"So, it's impossible to break in by brute force alone?" Miss Longueville asked me innocently.

Once again, alarms went off in my head, warning me of her seemingly 'innocent' questions. This isn't me being paranoid; my skills as an infiltrator were being prodded by the interactions I've had with the Headmaster's secretary. She was perfectly following every rule in the unwritten book of hiding in plain sight. Being patient when scouting out an area. Staying close to your enemy, keeping tabs on their activities. Soaking up any and all information laid out in front of you and gingerly prodding for more. To someone who doesn't know what to look for or isn't paying attention, it's frighteningly easy to miss the tells.

Fortunately, I'm one of the best when it comes to sneaking my way into enemy territory and reading people. This woman was hitting every nail on the head with her act. She was hiding something, I knew this without a doubt. The question was: what is it that she's trying to hide?

"For someone who lacks the proper skill? Yes, it's impossible." I stated truthfully, keeping my suspicion well-hidden.

Miss Longueville released a relieved breath. "Well, that's good. Now we don't need to worry as much about it." She cleared her throat and strode passed me. Addressing Louise, she said, "I believe it's time we head back Miss Vallière. The princess is going to arrive soon."

"Ah, yes, yes. We should hurry. I really don't want to miss that." She gave me a questioning look.

I nodded, "Yeah, let's go." As the three of us headed back down the stairs, I looked over my shoulder back at the door to the vault. The one thing I didn't voice in regards to the vault was something so simple, so easy to catch, but I allowed it to go unnoticed.

If the vault housed such valuable items, then why wouldn't it have guards, regardless of enchantment?

I stood at Louise's side, amongst the mob of students that watched the arrival of the princess of Tristain. I crossed my arms and watched the entourage of guards strode forward, leading a single carriage. Out of reflex alone, I felt my eyes instantly going to the soldiers, gauging their skills by simply watching them move. It's not a foolproof skill, but if you have enough experience and know how the body works, then it'll serve it's purpose.

Confident, proud and strong. That was the clear as day vibe I got from each of them. They walked with pure confidence, their heads held high and shoulders squared. Their gaits were long and purposeful, striding with a force across the academy's walkway. They looked straight ahead, but I could tell that they wouldn't ignore their periphery. However, they lacked grace, poise and finesse; things that I happen to pride on the battlefield. Raw, overwhelming strength is fine and dandy, but there's something much more fulfilling with dancing across the corpse strewn theatre of war and making fools of your enemies.

Then again, that's just me and my twisted sense of humor. Go figure.

I heard Louise gasp in delight as the carriage passed by us. Looking down to my small companion, I was able to see a look of pure joy as she gazed upon her princess. Her eyes were wide and open, watching the carriage with a frightening scrutiny; her mouth slightly agape but curved upwards into a wide smile. I could tell she was restraining herself, as if trying to keep herself from leaping upwards in ecstasy.

I snorted and looked towards the carriage, trying to catch a glimpse of the princess of Tristain and see if she really was up to the incredible description I've heard from everyone here. My eyes caught sight of the carriage's window and were able to see into them. A small smirk appeared on my face when I caught a look of the famous princess Henrietta of Tristain. She sat upright in the carriage, speaking to another. Her hair was a shining purple, falling to just above her shoulder. Bright blue eyes twinkled as she smiled at her fellow passenger. Atop her head was a crown of white and three blue gems, resting as though it's always been there. I could not get a good look at what she was wearing, but that again, I wasn't trying. Louise asked that I do not 'work my charm', so that I meant I wouldn't look to closely.

After a few moments of the crowd watching the carriage drive by, the mob surrounding the pathway slowly began to break apart, whispering to one another about the princess and how they were going to win the exhibition. I shook my head and followed my young Master, staying at her side as she walked through the school yard.

"So, what's on the schedule today, Louise?" I asked her absently.

"We're going to find a secluded place for you to practice your exhibition. I will not allow you to embarrass me in front of the princess!" She said without hesitation, speaking with authority.

Well, it would've been authoritative were her Familiar anyone else but me. It's kind of difficult to make me do something I don't want to do. "Really now? I assure you that I will not embarrass you, Loui-."

"Or scare her with your skill for sharp pointy objects." She cut me off.

I paused, blinked once, and looked down to her with a pout. "You know, you're really starting to get on my nerves with that." Releasing a breath, I allowed her to lead us through the academy's grounds, bypassing everyone else as she walked quickly. Within a few moments, the two of us reached a small clearing surrounded a copse of trees, with a few bushes sprinkled around, seemingly just for good measure. I strode out to the center of it, looking around slowly. Turning gradually, I took in the overall area before finally looking to Louise. "You're serious about this, aren't you?"

She crossed her arms and said, "Of course. I want to make a good impression."

I smirked, "You're talking about her an awful lot. Are you sure you don't have a crush on her?" I cooed playfully, prodding her with a little good-natured teasing.

Louise's face flushed heavily, "What?! No, I don't! I just look up to her is all!" She cried out, stomping her foot as she glared at me.

Lifting a hand, I tried to placate her. "Calm down. I was just messing with you." I sucked in a breath and reached up to my sword and Derf, unsheathing the both of them.

"What're planning on doing partner?" The talking sword said as I flipped it in my grasp.

Stabbing both into the ground, I rolled my shoulders and said, "Just a little show of my dexterity. It seems my dagger throwing will just scare the little lambs occupying the seats." I gave Louise a playful glare. Releasing a breath, I adjusted the position of my first sword, solidifying it's position in the ground.

"Wha-" Louise was about to ask me, again, but I cut her off by jumping straight up, planting my foot on the hilt of my sword. Shooting myself into the air, I flipped forward and twisted my body like a corkscrew. During my descent, I threw out a leg, kicking the air. Upon reaching the earth, my foot slammed into the ground and I bent my leg. Springing back, I threw out my second foot, striking another imaginary foe in the chin. My cloak fell to the whims of gravity, concealing my arms and hands as they reached for my swords. My hands wrapped around the hilts of my swords and wrenched them from the dirt, making it appear as I made them vanish with a flurry of my cloak. While still in the air, a spare foot and a half from the ground, I rotated my body to plant my feet firmly on the ground. My cloak fell with almost a theatrical flourish as I brandished my two blades. Releasing a small breath, I lunged forward and slashed with my swords, aiming high, then followed up with a upper-cutting slash originating from below. Moving with an over exaggerated style, I allowed my body to flow like a river into move after move. Spinning with a flourish, I ducked down and threw out a foot, sweeping the legs out from under an imaginary opponent. Continuing the sweeping motion, I rose into a second kick, this time aiming near the midsection. Jumping to keep the rotating motion, I threw out another kick to attack the head. Ending with a plant of my feet, I casually spun both swords in my grip, tossing Derf into the air.

"Oy, partner!" The sword cried out in shock as he ascended into the air, hilt over blade.

I felt a smile come onto my face as I closed my eyes and tossed my other sword into the air after him. With my hands empty, I clenched them into fists and continued my theatrical assault on the imaginary enemy. I threw a fist forward slid my foot forward. Pulling it back, I spun again and threw another kick, following up with a second sudden kick. Jumping only slightly off the ground, I unleashed a small barrage of kicks that flowed effortlessly with every breath I took. Upon hitting the ground, I closed my eyes and listened for the whistling of steel carving through the air. Smiling at the familiar sound, I stood still and waited, only listening for the approaching deadly weapon. Waiting a few moments, I quickly turned and threw my hand out, already grasping my hand. I felt the blade fly by my hand as I closed it around Derf's hilt at the perfect moment.

Twisting, I whipped out my foot and kicked the flat of the blade of the second sword as it descended at an alarming rate. The sword spun dangerously, leaving it as nothing but a spinning black blur that promised only death. Pulling back my free hand, I threw it forward and into the black blur. My hand clasped onto the hilt of my adamantine sword and held it firm. Flipping it in my grasp, I sheathed it and took of hold of Derf's hilt with both hands, setting myself in a firm stance. Releasing a breath, I allowed a small smile to appear on my face as I said, "Finished."

Louise was completely frozen in shock, her eyes wide enough so that the sclera was completely visible. One of her arms had completely fallen to her side while her other was completely outstretched and pointing towards me. Her mouth opened and closed as she clearly tried to formulate her words.

I relaxed my stance and sheathed Derf.

"Partner, can you do me one favor?" The sword sounded awfully serious.

"Sure, Derf. What is it?"

"Never do that again. A sword was never meant to be thrown."

I let out a small laugh, "Sure Derf. I had no idea you would feel that way about being thrown." I looked to Louise and waited for her to say something, anything, but she simply stood there, imitating a fish out of water.

"I think you broke her partner."

"Yeah, I think so, too." I strode over to her and waved a hand in front of her face. That snapped her out of her stupor, causing her to take a step back in surprise.

She cleared her throat and asked me a single question. "What in the world was that?"

I smirked and crossed my arms, "Over a decade's worth of combat experience, perfecting my personal fighting style and strengthening my body's dexterity. Where some people value overwhelming strength, I value speed and opportunity." Taking a step to the side, I allowed a large grin to appear on my face. "You'll win this talent show, Louise, simply by way of my utilizing skills anyone can learn. I'll show everyone that a commoner can be just as good as, if not better than, any noble."

That night, I was sitting at Louise's table, cleaning my swords, when I heard a hurried knock on the door. I looked up to her, while she was reading through one of her school book, to the door, then back to her. Then I shrugged and went back to cleaning my sword, gently but firmly sliding the cloth along the blade.

Another knock sounded.

I just sat there, still cleaning my blade.

Louise cleared her throat.

I continued to clean my sword.

Louise cleared her throat again.

I was still cleaning my blade when a third set of knocks sounded.

Louise cleared her throat for the third time.

"Do you need me to get you something? That cough sounds really bad." I said to her, a small grin on my face.

Louise released a frustrated groan and placed her book on the table, walking to the door. I met her soft glare with a grin of my own as she approached her door, opening it to answer the knock.

"Yes?" She asked, but the person on the other side of it quickly rushed inside, trying to get behind her.

Well, she would have if I weren't in there. I was on my feet in an instant, and at the person's side almost as quickly. Taking a firm hold of her arm, I heard a shocked gasp escape from them. It sounded oddly...feminine.

"You seem to be in a hurry, stranger. I can't help but wonder what you're up to, consider how you're dressed and sneaking around this late. Doing a shoddy job of sneaking too, I heard you coming ever since you stepped into the hallway." I lifted my free hand and hooked two fingers on the edge of the hood. "Let's see who you are."

I yanked back the hood and was greeted by a head of bright purple hair.

Purple hair.

There was one person I had seen who had hair as purple as this.

You have got to shitting me...

"Princess!" Louise cried out. Her eyes instantly shot towards the hand I had clasped onto her arm. "Familiar, release the Princess now!"

I quickly did so, not because she said so, but due to a habit of respecting royalty. Not because they were royalty, but because the royalty I knew back home were one of the few people you don't mess with even on your best day. Walking back to my seat, I grabbed my sword and resumed cleaning the blade.

"Princess Henrietta, I'm so sorry for my Familiar's actions! He doesn't know how to listen." She threw a glare towards me.

Henrietta smiled softly and shook her head. "It's quite alright, Louise Francoise. He was well within his rights to act the way he did. He was just trying to protect you."

I blinked at that and felt a smug smile appear on my face as I looked to Louise. "You heard the Princess, Louise. I'm just doing my job." Turning back to Henrietta, I bowed my head and said, "Well met, Princess. I'm Lyall."

The Princess smiled again. "Nice to meet you as well, Mr. Lyall. I'm glad to know that Louise has someone like you to protect her."

I can see why she's loved as much as Louise claims. I've just met her and I'm able to tell that Henrietta has a natural charisma, an ability to draw people towards her. Then there's that smile; it's so unassuming, so kind and...alive. She's someone I'll have to look out, if not for Louise, then just to make sure this world doesn't lose her.

"It's nothing to be ecstatic about. I'm doing my duty as the one she summoned. I wouldn't be the man I claim to be if I didn't. Also, just Lyall will do. I'm not that old, yet." I smiled lightly.

Louise turned to Henrietta, "Princess, not that I'm disappointed you came to see me, but why would you sneak away from your guard?"

That caught my attention. A princess sneaking away from her guard? Really? Frankly, I'm a bit disappointed ins aid guard. If they were chosen to protect the princess of a country, then they had to be the best and most trusted. I'm not doubting anyone's magical prowess, but allowing royalty to sneak away is a rookie mistake. It seems I may have to have a chat with them about their jobs...

"I just had to see you, Louise Francoise! It has been so long since we last saw one another, I began to miss my childhood friend."

"I simply had the honor of being your playmate, Princess. I wouldn't go as far to say 'childhood friend'..."

The two went on for a few moments longer, speaking quickly of a past experience and exchanging pleasantries. I pushed their voices out of my head; what they spoke of was none of my business and had nothing to do with my duty to protect Louise, so I had no need to listen in on them. Instead, I opted to caress the blade of my sword with the cloth, cleaning it as thoroughly as I could.

After a few short moments, Henrietta made it clear that she had to head back. "I look forward to your exhibition tomorrow, Lyall. It's not everyday a noble summons a human." The princess said sweetly.

I stood at the door, about to open it. "I look forward to taking part. Someone has to show that you don't need magic to be strong. I'm the best man for the job." I grinned confidently.

Henrietta laughed lightly, "Of course." She lifted her head and said, "I'm ready."

"Be quiet and patient. You can't rush stealth. It's an art just as much as magic." I opened the door quickly, allowing her to rush out. The instant I saw her cloak vanish around the door, I shut it silently. Leaning against it, I crossed my arms and smirked at Louise. "You didn't tell me you were Princess Henrietta's 'royal playmate'."

Louise flushed, "It wasn't pertinent to anything we've spoke about lately. So I didn't feel the need to say anything..." She looked away from me, pouting heavily.

I laughed lightly, walking away from the door. "You really care about her, don't you?"

"Of course! She's the princess!"

I shook my head, "That's not what I meant. You care about her, as family." It wasn't so much a question, but a fact that I simply stated.

Louise paused, chewing her lip. "Yeah... I guess."

I walked over to her and placed a hand on her head. "That's great. Cherish that bond, Louise, and cherish the person who shares it with you. As someone who's never really had anyone growing up, I can't explain to you how important bonds like that are." Lifting my hand, I yawned heavily and shook my head. "On that note, I need to hibernate for the night. It's been a rather busy day and tomorrow makes it look like a walk in the park. Sleep well."

"You too..." Louise said as she got ready for bed.

"We need more on that tray! The guards and students are getting hungry. Siesta, prepare to take it over." Marteau said quickly as everyone in the kitchens scrambled around to prepare everything.

I took a quick step back as one of the assistants raced by me. "Um, did I come at a bad time?" I asked the young maid.

Siesta looked up to me with wide eyes. "Lyall! You're here! Don't you have the exhibition?" She hurried up to me.

"Yeah, but it's not for a little while. I already know what I'm doing so I decided to use my free time to help out if I can." I explained with a shrug. Truthfully, I felt more at home away from all the stuffy nobility and needed to be around people whom I could actually empathize with. Which is what lead me to the kitchens.

Siesta smiled for a moment, then quickly shook her head, "No. You shouldn't be here. It's our job to get everything ready! you need to stay prepared for your moment. You have to win the exhibition."

I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry, I've got this." Looking to the side, I pulled her against me to help her evade another oncoming assistant. "It's...hectic in here, isn't it?" I said in deadpan.

Siesta froze in my grasp, a small gasp sounding when I pulled her out of the way. After a moment, I let her go, to which I saw a quick look of disappointment, before she brushed out her uniform and crossed her arms. "Yes, it is. Which is why you need to get back to practicing. We can handle it from here."

When I opened my mouth to reply, Marteau cut in, "C'mon, Siesta, let Blade help where he wants. After all, I'm sure you could use the help."

"But, sir-"

I grabbed her by the hands and gave her a theatrical pout, looking into her eyes with a gaze reminiscent of puppy's default stare. "Pretty please, Siesta. I'll be good."

Siesta bit her lip, as if trying to fight it. However, she buckled with a small smile. "Okay, Lyall. But I want you to get back to Miss Vallière before your part arrives."

I gave a triumphant grin and said, "Don't worry, I will."

With that, the race to supply the tables for the post-exhibition feast was on; the help and I moved quickly through the courtyard, supplying the food and drink with frightening efficiency. There was a near mishap here and there, where people nearly dropped their tray, but I was able to save the day by catching the tray's at the very last moment. Stacking the tables with expensive cuisine, I placed a plate here and there while one of the other maids adjusted them to their proper places.

In the end, everything was finished in record time and Siesta was quickly shooing me away. "Hurry, Lyall, it's nearly time!"

"I know, I know, but can I get something for the road? Smelling all of that food really made my appetite." I softly pleaded her, placing my hands together.

Siesta released a breath and smiled lightly, "Fine." She retreated back into the kitchen and came out with a half loaf of bread. "Here. It's all we can spare."

I took it and thanked her. Heading off, I waved to her and yelled, "I expect to see you in the crowd! So be there!" With that, I turned and raced through the courtyard.

Unfortunately, as I finished off the bread, I felt a faint rumbling in the earth. Coming to a stop, I closed my eyes and waited, trying to pinpoint the source of the rumbling. It shook again, subtly, and I turned slowly. Another rumble lead me to opening my eyes and staring at the protective wall of the academy.

"What is it, partner?" Derf poked up out of the sheathe lightly.

"We've got company." I simply stated, watching the wall.

I waited, lifting my hand towards a sword. My eyes remain locked on the top of the wall as the ground rumbled more and more. Grasping the hilt of my black sword, I unsheathed it slowly, listening to the rumble of the earth and waiting for source to finally reach me.

When it finally appeared, I nearly dropped my sword I was so surprised. It was larger than any enemy I have ever seen to date, save for a dragon or two, standing nearly as tall as the academy's tallest tower. It was comprised of solely rock and moved stiffly, climbing effortlessly over the academy wall. The large foot crashed onto the earth, almost shaking the entirety of the school grounds.

"This is incredibly unfair." I muttered under my breath. "That fucking thing is larger than most iron golems!" Narrowing my eyes, I reached up to Derf and pulled the sword out its sheathe. "Tell me, Derf, can you cut through several tons of compressed rock?"

The sword chuckled, "Can I cut through tons of compressed rock? Can I, the great Derflinger, cut through several tons of compressed rock? Ha!" He paused, as if stuck in thought. "Can I cut through several tons of compressed rock?"

I snorted, "Looks like we're about to see." I crouched and pushed al of my strength in my legs. Rocketing forward, I moved faster than I ever thought I could. The power from before surging through my body, strengthening me to ridiculous proportions. As I raced towards it, it seemed to have taken notice of me and threw it's large cumbersome fist in the direction. I leapt upwards, easily outstripping it in distance traveled, and slashed as I ascended.

My two swords carved through the rock as easily as though I was cutting paper. Twisting mid air, I landed on the handless arm and got into a crouch. My eyes moved quickly of the limb and spotted an individual standing near the head. A small smirk appeared on my face as I shot forward, racing of the arm.

The cloaked individual saw me coming and pointed their wand at me, sending columns of rock shooting out of its golem's arm, in the hopes that one would hit me.

I evaded them effortlessly, sidestepping, hopping over and simply destroying one with a slash of my sword.

Upon reaching the individual, I came to a stop. This action half-contradicted my intentions, while following my primary prerogative: information gathering. I needed to know what this person was doing and why, so I could figure what to do in order to stop them, if I didn't want to kill them.

"I take it you're the infamous Fouquet." I stated simply, already putting the pieces together.

Fouquet, an individual clad in a long green cloak with the hood up and obscuring his, or her, face, paused and took a slow step back.

"Yes."

-Louise-

"Where is that Familiar? It's nearly our turn!" I paced back and forth, looking around the crowd for him. He said he'd be back after offering to help that maid. I clenched my fist, hoping he wasn't skipping the exhibition play around with her.

"Vallière, where's Darling? I was hoping to wish him luck before your turn." Kirche approached me, her salamander trailing behind her.

I crossed my arms, trying in vain not to glare at her. "He's not here."

Kirche pouted, "Oh, that's a shame. Do you know where he is?"

"Last I heard, he was helping out that maid..."

Kirche crossed her arms with a small pout, "Darling is always so sweet on that girl. Sometimes, I wonder if he and her have gone all of the way yet?"

At that, I felt my eyebrow twitch. Frankly, I don't care if Lyall does anything with that maid. He's his own person and I can tell he won't like it if I tried to force him to do something. Regardless of that, he was playing around with that maid when he as supposed to be doing the exhibition.

"Give me a moment, Zerbst. I'm going to get my Familiar." I turned and stomped away from the stage, moving into the courtyard to search for my Familiar.

However, as I stepped into the courtyard, it felt like a passed through...some sort of barrier. Shaking my head, I continued walking across the courtyard. Unfortunately, I nearly stumbled as I felt a giant rumble resound from across the field. When I regained my balance, I took off in a run towards the source. Moving as quickly as I could, I began to see what looked like a walking boulder stepping back and forth. It swayed unnervingly, as if lacking coordination or it's master was losing focus.

I finally turned the corner to see it: a giant rock golem that swayed out of control, swiping at the air. Why would it be here? What reason could it be...?

"Fouquet!" I whispered to myself, finally realizing it.

I looked around quickly, chewing my lip as I searched for my Familiar. He was supposed to protect me, so where was he when I've now decided to fight?

"Stay still, dammit; and stop with the walls!" I heard a familiar voice cry out in frustration.

Looking to the source, I saw a black blur atop the golem, tearing through a small horde of rock beasts. He moved quickly, almost inhumanly so, and tore through his opponents. Narrowing my eyes, I tried to see more clearly what was on top of the golem. There was a second person, who was holding a want up and calling up more and more smaller golems.

Pulling out my wand, I pointed it towards them. I still wasn't confident enough to believe I could actually use magic without it blowing up in my face, but Lyall believed in me. He believed that I had potential, else I couldn't do these explosions.

You couldn't catch me...

I could cast a spell up there. It may put Lyall in danger, but he himself said that I couldn't hit him with my spells. I nodded and sucked in a breath, steeling myself. I'll have to trust him. Hopefully, he can trust me...

I began my chant, gathering my willpower. The words flowed freely from my mouth as I focused on the group of smaller rock golems assaulting my Familiar. My hand clenched the wand tightly as I hoped against hope that my attempt worked. Feeling the crescendo of my chant reach its peak, I sucked in a breath and cried out, "Fireball!"

Lyall froze the moment I cast my spell. His head swiveled towards me and I could easily see him widen his eyes. He looked to the group in front of him and bent his legs, crouching. Then he jumped back, though it looked a black bur skidding across the giant golem's shoulder. The three smaller golems tried to follow him, but they were quickly caught in the explosion of my attempt at a fireball.

When the smoke cleared, there was nothing left. Even remnants of larger golem's shoulder was erased from existence.

I felt a smile tug at my lips. I did something right! For once, I actually did something that mirrored my intentions. I can do magic!

"Louise! Get out of here! Now!" Lyall's voice cried out, yanking my attention from my internal celebration. I turned my head to the side, only to see a giant earthen fist barreling towards me.

My legs froze as I watched the clenched fist quickly approaching me. My throat suddenly went dry and my eyes began to tear. My wand hand shook violently. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. Fear had a hold over me and I couldn't get away.

Just when I did something right...

Am I going to die?

I don't want to die yet...

Someone, please...

Please...

Anyone...

Help...

My legs gave out and I dropped...

But my knees never hit the ground. I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and firmly, but gently, pull me out of the way of the fist. I felt my eyes widen as I black cloak flew outwards, obscuring my vision for a second. Looking down, I saw a pair of dark blue greaves with a grey finish siding across the grass. Another hand was thrown out and pressed onto the ground, slowing our acceleration along the ground.

When we came to a stop, I looked up to see my savior. I already knew who it was; it was a no-brainer, but I still had to see him. The lower half of his face was covered with the mask. Before, when he would wear that mask, I couldn't help but see how ridiculous it looked. But now, now that I see him doing what he was brought here to do, I can see that it fits him perfectly. Those intense grey eyes, focused solely on their opponent, were smoldering with hidden emotion. He didn't blink; he didn't twitch; he didn't even look like he was breathing. Lyall didn't look like a normal person at that point. But...that didn't mater to me at that point. I know who is now.

He's my protector, my shield, my shadow. The alpha wolf who protects his pack when it's threatened.

"Are you okay?" His soft voice broke into my stupefied silence.

I blinked once and looked down in embarrassment. "Ah, yes..."

He set me down onto my feet and took a step forward, placing himself between me and the golem. "When I attack, I need you to make a run for it." He told me as he reached for one of his swords.

I blinked at that and shook my head, "No. I will not run. A noble does not allow her Familiar to fight alo-"

"You're not ready." Lyall cut me off, his voice soft. I froze, not understanding what he meant. "I'm all for letting you learn by experience, but you can't learn if you die or are too injured to continue. This is where you go get help."

I clenched my fist and shake my head, "No! I'm not going to leave you alone. The golem will kill you!"

He snorted, "Before, maybe. But now?" He lifted his left hand and scrutinized it. "Now, I'm damn sure that this thing will fall. These runes are something else entirely." He laughed lightly, "I was good before, almost a master swordsman. With these runes, though, I think I'm even better than that." He crouched and drew his swords.

"Regardless of that, I'm not leaving you to fight alone." I lifted my wand and pointed it at the golem.

Lyall shook his head. "You're more like Auren than I thought. You sure you aren't related to the guy." He gave me a short a look and shook his head. "Nope. No way. He doesn't do cute." He released a breath. "Fine. If you want to fight, I won't stop you. Just aim center mass and keep moving. You're small, Shorty, and that thing's big. It'll be damn near impossible for it to hit a moving target."

I felt my eyebrow twitch at his nickname for me, but said nothing. "Okay, I'll try."

"Don't try." He said harshly. "Do it. There is no second chance for this. Understand?" When I nodded, Lyall grinned. "I'm counting on you, Shorty. So don't let me down!" He threw his arms to the sides, tossing his cloak into the air. "You ready for another round, Derf!"

"Let's go, partner!" The sword cried out in response as Lyall surged forward, charging the golem head on.

Here we go. Let's see how well this goes...