07-22-2016, 09:31 AM
The maiden stood in a meadow of colourful flowers, her gaze raised to the skies. It was a world separate from all, one that resided somewhere within the her. Perhaps it was based upon an ideal she held, or something that Jeanne had desired since she was but a child. But the reason was long forgotten, eroded away by the passage of centuries.
It was that field of flowers she always found herself standing upon when engulfed within a prayer. Amongst those flowers the young girl had first heard His laments, His plea for aid. It was the place of her origin; the place where her journey had begun. Fading before her eyes, the meadow disappeared from sight as the interior of the church took over once more.
Spreading across her visage, a smile took over the Maiden’s expression as she descended from the altar to stand upon her own two feet once more. It did not matter which world, nor even which universe it was, He was there with her, and it was time for her to begin her journey anew.
Jeanne knew she lacked naught, given the small pile of clothes on the side of the altar, with a pair of shoes settled nicely on top of it. With a curiousity akin to that of a young girl, the maiden dug through the pile, whenever she found a suitable article, she’d dress upon it. Only when she reached for the skirt did Jeanne realize she had once worn these clothes. Laeticia. Her host body in the Great Holy Grail War, had once worn a similar sleeveless and collared white shirt, combined to a begrudgingly short, deep blue skirt and a pair of thigh high socks of similar colouring.
“Intriguing.. Is it Laeticia’s body I’ve been summoned to, once more..?” the Ruler pondered aloud as she slipped into the black leather shoes,and fastened the dark blue tie around her neck.
Her weight was enough to slowly pry open the large wooden doors, revealing a vast wide landscape for her eyes. “Most curious of sights.” Jeanne commented with a cocked head, her feet carrying her outside. It was most certainly a world worth exploring. As the Maiden slowly rotated around upon her feet, the blue eyes caught a glimmer of small silhouettes in the distance that seemed like the tiniest of gates.. However, given the distance Jeanne was viewing them from the girl was capable of deducing how they’d be much greater in size from up close.
One could ask themselves of direction to go when there was naught but vast white surrounding them, as well as seemingly numerous gates.. Which one should they head for? What was beyond each? Such was the thought process of an ordinary man. Blind to their own, set path. Unknowing of the fate they’d been destined for since birth. But Jeanne was different, she knew not such doubts of the common man, for she knew there was always a path laid out for her, even if she herself could not see it. He would guide her.
For an hour or so the girl had hiked, slowly approaching one of the eight gates, as a memory sparked within her mind. Perhaps it was the song she had hummed, or the sensation of traveling upon her own two feet once more. She could remember the night she had hitchhiked upon a farmer’s truck toward the city of Trifas, how things had turned awry for the poor man. It had been a night where two servants had clashed, and as such, she had been in luck to be able to spare the civilian from harm. And after the clash, she had walked the rest of the way to the city. It had been the first clash of the Great Holy Grail War, and it was something that still seemed to reside somewhere within her memory.
It was that field of flowers she always found herself standing upon when engulfed within a prayer. Amongst those flowers the young girl had first heard His laments, His plea for aid. It was the place of her origin; the place where her journey had begun. Fading before her eyes, the meadow disappeared from sight as the interior of the church took over once more.
Spreading across her visage, a smile took over the Maiden’s expression as she descended from the altar to stand upon her own two feet once more. It did not matter which world, nor even which universe it was, He was there with her, and it was time for her to begin her journey anew.
Jeanne knew she lacked naught, given the small pile of clothes on the side of the altar, with a pair of shoes settled nicely on top of it. With a curiousity akin to that of a young girl, the maiden dug through the pile, whenever she found a suitable article, she’d dress upon it. Only when she reached for the skirt did Jeanne realize she had once worn these clothes. Laeticia. Her host body in the Great Holy Grail War, had once worn a similar sleeveless and collared white shirt, combined to a begrudgingly short, deep blue skirt and a pair of thigh high socks of similar colouring.
“Intriguing.. Is it Laeticia’s body I’ve been summoned to, once more..?” the Ruler pondered aloud as she slipped into the black leather shoes,and fastened the dark blue tie around her neck.
Her weight was enough to slowly pry open the large wooden doors, revealing a vast wide landscape for her eyes. “Most curious of sights.” Jeanne commented with a cocked head, her feet carrying her outside. It was most certainly a world worth exploring. As the Maiden slowly rotated around upon her feet, the blue eyes caught a glimmer of small silhouettes in the distance that seemed like the tiniest of gates.. However, given the distance Jeanne was viewing them from the girl was capable of deducing how they’d be much greater in size from up close.
One could ask themselves of direction to go when there was naught but vast white surrounding them, as well as seemingly numerous gates.. Which one should they head for? What was beyond each? Such was the thought process of an ordinary man. Blind to their own, set path. Unknowing of the fate they’d been destined for since birth. But Jeanne was different, she knew not such doubts of the common man, for she knew there was always a path laid out for her, even if she herself could not see it. He would guide her.
For an hour or so the girl had hiked, slowly approaching one of the eight gates, as a memory sparked within her mind. Perhaps it was the song she had hummed, or the sensation of traveling upon her own two feet once more. She could remember the night she had hitchhiked upon a farmer’s truck toward the city of Trifas, how things had turned awry for the poor man. It had been a night where two servants had clashed, and as such, she had been in luck to be able to spare the civilian from harm. And after the clash, she had walked the rest of the way to the city. It had been the first clash of the Great Holy Grail War, and it was something that still seemed to reside somewhere within her memory.
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