{Fate verse: Their painful pasts}
@crucifiedsaint
She can feel herself floating from the boundary between her subconsciousness and consciousness. Her mind was aware that she was dreaming, yet her body is asleep. She can see her dream self, a younger version of herself, standing meters away from of her aunt’s corpse. Both her dream self and her were unmoving, though the former was more than petrified than she was.
Blood. There was so much blood. Her aunt’s corpse was literally drowning in her own pool of blood. There was a large, gaping hole in her aunt’s stomach, where all the blood kept flowing out. Standing in front of her aunt’s corpse was a Servant with an unidentifiable face; his cheeks, attire and weapon both stained with blood.
Her dream self stood, too shocked to move. She was too fixated on her aunt’s bloody corpse to notice the Servant making it’s way towards her, it’s weapon glinting eerily in the light.
“....know too much,” the Servant said, though she couldn’t make out the first few words they had spoken. “I don’t really want to do this, especially to a kid, but you’ve seen too much. Sorry kid, you need to die.”
Leila’s eyes shot open, panting heavily, her mind in a blur. She sat up straight, trying to clear her head. “That dream again...” She whispered. She’s been having the same dream over and over again ever since she became a Master. It was bad enough that she’s constantly being pursued by other Masters already. Now she’s being plagued with her past yet again.
She got up from her bed, exiting her room to head to kitchen. Maybe a glass of water could help clear her thoughts.
When she arrived at the kitchen doorstep, she noticed that the lights were lit. “Elisabeth?” She called, opening the door. What greeted her was her Servant sitting on one of the chairs near the counter, sipping what she assumed as hot tea. “Why are you still awake?” She asked, approaching her. She pulled up a chair and sat down next to her.
