06-29-2016, 12:28 AM
Jeanne’s thoughts and being were finally rearranging themselves into a form that she was capable of clearly comprehending. It was perhaps a simple task for some, but not for the maiden whom felt like she’d just woken from a millennia of slumber. Whilst laid there mostly still Jeanne assumed her body was likely placed upon an altar, although why she was here remained mostly unclear. Once the buzz of numbness in her limbs finally abandoned her and Jeanne felt a sense of sensitivity, she finally exerted her muscles in an attempt to sit upright.
Much like a God’s granted miracle the Maiden’s muscles listened, winching her unused body from the altar with great effort, leaving her sitting there with a slightly perplexed expression upon her visage. Taking in her surroundings, the girl determined it to be a small cathedral, much like the one in Orléans. Jeanne caught similarities in the stained glass windows, in the paintings upon the smooth walls and high up on the decorated ceiling. Even the chandelier hung above her head shared a close likeness. Feeling more comfortable with the passage of time, the Maiden slowly dropped her feet to dangle from the side of the altar.
Jeanne had a myriad of questions regarding her situation, yet she possessed answers to none of them.
Was she summoned for a Holy Grail War to act as servant Saber? Such couldn’t be the case, given that she saw no one to proclaim to be her Master. Those whom are summoned, are woken up from their slumber by the Grail itself, and Jeanne woke here.
Perhaps as Servant Ruler? But even if her summoning to the Great Holy Grail War had happened in an unnatural fashion, she had been informed preemptively of her task to come, and given the necessary information of the world she would inhabit. Such couldn’t be the case either.
A victory in the Holy Grail War, and her wish had been granted? But.. The Maiden couldn’t remember a Holy Grail War that she would have won, while her memory of the last one she had been forced to bring to meet its untimely end was still clear as crystal. The girl could not find herself an obvious answer to all this, but at the same time she knew that the Lord would inform her, once it was necessary for her to know.
Jeanne knew she wasn’t alone, she never truly was. Folding her hands as she lowered her head, the girl offered her prayers to her Lord, this time requesting his assistance, as well as offering her gratitude.
Much like a God’s granted miracle the Maiden’s muscles listened, winching her unused body from the altar with great effort, leaving her sitting there with a slightly perplexed expression upon her visage. Taking in her surroundings, the girl determined it to be a small cathedral, much like the one in Orléans. Jeanne caught similarities in the stained glass windows, in the paintings upon the smooth walls and high up on the decorated ceiling. Even the chandelier hung above her head shared a close likeness. Feeling more comfortable with the passage of time, the Maiden slowly dropped her feet to dangle from the side of the altar.
Jeanne had a myriad of questions regarding her situation, yet she possessed answers to none of them.
Was she summoned for a Holy Grail War to act as servant Saber? Such couldn’t be the case, given that she saw no one to proclaim to be her Master. Those whom are summoned, are woken up from their slumber by the Grail itself, and Jeanne woke here.
Perhaps as Servant Ruler? But even if her summoning to the Great Holy Grail War had happened in an unnatural fashion, she had been informed preemptively of her task to come, and given the necessary information of the world she would inhabit. Such couldn’t be the case either.
A victory in the Holy Grail War, and her wish had been granted? But.. The Maiden couldn’t remember a Holy Grail War that she would have won, while her memory of the last one she had been forced to bring to meet its untimely end was still clear as crystal. The girl could not find herself an obvious answer to all this, but at the same time she knew that the Lord would inform her, once it was necessary for her to know.
Jeanne knew she wasn’t alone, she never truly was. Folding her hands as she lowered her head, the girl offered her prayers to her Lord, this time requesting his assistance, as well as offering her gratitude.
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