It was dark, so very dark. He couldn't see his own hands in front of him. Yet he could hear her. He'd only known her for a few days. Yet it felt like a lifetime. Her dying breaths cut through the silence like shards of glass.
It was so hard to move. It hurt to breath, to think, to exist. Still there was some one just as afraid as he was. It wouldn't do to let them die alone. No, one deserved to die alone. So the scared little boy dragged himself across the jagged ground. Ignoring the pain, the blood, and the fear.
The warmth had fled from her. She was faint, like a photograph fading away. Could she hear him, he didn't know. The scared boy nudged her, she didn't move. "Please wake up", only silence. "Please, please wake up", he pleaded louder to no avail.
It was too dark, too desperate, and they were alone. No, not alone. The boy spoke a bit louder now, even though it hurt. "Please, if you can hear me wake up", silence. The tears, which seeped down his face stung. "Some one, any one, help!", he pleaded into the darkness.
"Avenger, help!", no answer.
The boy fell silent. With an outstretched hand he rapped his fingers around hers. Her pulse kept him company. The boy closed his eyes. "If I must die then so be it, but please, please save her".
She was gone. Though he knew not where. Those delicate fingers slipped through his grip. He was alone, again. Chris could hear her breathing recede into the distance. She was gone, and he didn't even know her name.
Servant Dossier
Class: Avenger
Master: Rachael Parker
Name: James A. Garfield
Alignment: Neutral Good
Strength: C
Endurance: D
Agility: D
Mana: D-
Luck: C-
Class Skills:
Riding: D
Personal Skills:
Charisma: B
Millitary Tactics": C-
Noble Phantasms:
Blood of the Lamb: C
In life Garfield struggled against corruption, yet only in death did he achieve ultimate victory. His noble phantasm is that his blood has the ability to cleanse corruption and taint.