Today was an ordinary day at school. Except people kept on complementing Chris on his sweet tattoo. A tattoo on his left hand, a tattoo he didn't remember getting. Then again he was choosing not to remember a lot of things recently. Besides it was just a silly tattoo. How much trouble could it possibly get him into?
Any way when Chris finally did get home he was entreated to a nice bit of peace and quiet. That is how he knew something was terribly, terribly wrong. You don't get peace and quiet with six siblings. If you got peace, it usually meant they were planning something or some one had died. If things got quiet then it mean they were all sick, sleeping or dead.
His whole body tensed and he froze. All he could hear was his own short breaths. Well, that and the door locking behind him. He turned around slowly, ever so slowly. Chris instantly wished he hadn't. There was a creepy girl holding a knife between him and the door.
"You're going to die . . ."
His palms were sweating, something warm was running down his leg, and he was going to need a new pair of pants.
"You're going to die, unless you accept my help"
The girl sheathed her blade and offered a hand to Chris. Oops, looks like she broke him. Did she come off too strong?
" Where's my family?"
Ah, he wasn't broken. He was merely afraid for his loved ones. Perhaps it wasn't too late to make a good first impression after all.
"There was a note on the table. They went to . . . go to your grand parents"
The boy looked heart broken. Oh no, oh no, did she say something wrong? Was he upset at being left alone? Did he know what it felt like to be alone too?
The girl walked forwards and gave him a big hug. The boy didn't reciprocate, but he didn't fight it either. "Listen", she said softly, " I know this can't be easy for you, but we have to go"
They hugged for like three minutes, it was awkward.
"Do I even know you?", asked Chris.
"I should probably let go of you now, shouldn't I?"
"Yes"
"I guess I should also probably explain what's going on"
"That would be appreciated"
The assassin, err I mean guest, let go of Chris. Not that he was the first boy she had ever hugged. Not that she liked it. This proves nothing!
"Well, you see we have accidently gotten ourselves mixed up in a Holy Grail war"
"Really?"
"No, that would be ridiculous. What actually happened is we got ourselves stuck in a rip off of the Holy Grail war. A rip off put together by people who don't now the first thing about true magic"
"How do you know all this?"
"I tortured a tentacle monster for information"
"Okay"
"Don't worry, I didn't kill him. Would you like me to introduce you two?"
"No thanks"
Then the two enterprising heroes just stared at each other. Until little miss know it all opened her mouth again.
"There is one more thing you must know. Once we get to my secret base, I call top bunk!"
"No fair"
"You snooze, you lose big boy"
"But I haven't slept in days"