The Summoning|Estelle & Achilles
“Grandma are you sure something this simple will be enough to summon a heroic spirit?” Grey eyes shifted to stare at the summoning circle in the large basement of her family’s mansion, before staring back at the old woman who simply smiled in return before glancing at her granddaughter, a mix of amusement and slight worry in her eyes.
“Of course I’m sure, Estelle, now come do the summoning, I trust you learned the incantation I gave to you,” the old woman replied, taking the cigarette from her granddaughter’s mouth and watching as her heir moved closer to the circle, gazing at the arrow that they had placed in the centre.
“Who are we going to be summoning?”
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath Estelle knelt close to the circle. She didn’t have time to ask, her grandmother wanted this done.
"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let red be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."
A bright light, a rush of energy and then he appeared, arms crossed, red scarf flurrying behind him for a moment before stopping as the concentration of energy dispersed through the room. The seals on her hand almost burned for a moment, as if they had responded to this strange blond’s appearance. And as she looked up he stared down at her. A woman on their knees in front of him, the times hadn’t changed much at all. There was not a man in sight and Rider had to assume the worst.
This dumbfounded woman on her knees had managed to summon him. The son of Peleus? Swift footed Achilles. He wasn’t sure as to why she’d tried. She either had guts or she was incredibly stupid, he smirked at the thought, the sooner he got rid of his stupid master and found someone more worthy the better. But for now, she was his source of prana and the only thing tying him to this world. A smirk made its way onto the face of the amber eyed man.
“It can’t be helped. In that case I must ask you, woman. Are you my Master?”