Description
When she first activated her magic, it was overwhelming. It was another life. -x- Her eyes are wide as she feels the harsh wisps and gales of the wind brush her away. Her hands are in front of her, the fingertips lightly flickering with a whitish, lavender colored, glowing flame. In front of her was golden sword, glowing with an abundance of mana. There's intricate tunes written around it's blade, and chains hold it down to a rock, strained, right and strong. On the blade, it says, "Take me away and cast me away." She breathes out, her eyes filled with disbelief. "No..." She takes a step back. "Why?" She whispers. Excalibur. The sword of promised victory. -x- There is a king who rests on top of her mind. It controls her, it dictates her, it rules her and takes care of her. It is a monarch bound by the rules of her life and emotion and decisions. Overbearing as it is, she is an obedient subject because she knows the reasons of her king. There is a voice in her heart that speaks, home is no more. Although it speaks of a home that is destroyed, she lives in a empty house that does not call back their welcome when she announces her presence. There is a fire in the depths of her soul that wreaks havoc among the abyss. It is bright and powerful, thriving by just consuming her hate, her fears, her memories, her love, and her fear. When the fire dies out, all it will leave is the ashes of her existence. There is a boy who brings a king to her yard in the forest of nowhere. Her job is to care for the injured as there is no help close enough without risking for more casualties. It should be nothing but another case. But it is the start of everything. -x- At first, it was the small things, like a piece of cloth and something not mana consuming. But the grimoire changed everything. Perhaps, this was fate giving her a chance for redemption. CREDIT: @TheDarkenIllusions for the graphics.
Prologue
