Wes Downgate, Downgate Apartment Complex, Archwood City
Wes sat outside, looking at the stars from the third story of his family’s apartment. The lights of the city below were just as bright, but they didn’t hold the same romanticism, the same fantasy, so they were inferior in his eyes.
He closed his eyes. So it was tonight, huh? The circle was drawn, everything was ready. And Paul and father were just finishing getting dressed up. Best appearances, you understand. Only appropriate for an occasion like this.
He sat out on the terrace, overlooking the summoning circle beneath the night sky. In the light of the moon, the circle’s intricate design seemed to glow, casting lunar radiance off its many patterns and swirls. Wes almost reached down to touch it, curious as to what kind of ink could glow so brilliantly, but withdrew, remembering it was his father who’d made the circle. He probably didn’t want to know what it was drawn in. All he knew was that it looked beautiful. And setting all other things aside, that was good enough for him.
He let a small laugh escape him, and stared at the circle fondly. Heroic Spirits. Beings of great power, ascended from humanity into the realm of legend. They were basically demigods. He’d read about them since he was a kid, but to think they’d be summoning one, here of all places... to say little of it, the reality still boggled his mind. He’d get to meet a Servant! An actual hero, like Herakles or Cu Chulainn! These were mighty warriors, almost like gods that once walked amongst men, and in less than a half an hour, he’d get to meet one, talk with one! How cool was that? Not even cool, beyond cool!
He wondered what kinds of stories they’d have to tell, what they’d say. Would he know how to respond? Would they like him? He hoped so. He may not be the Master here, but for him, this was still a dream come true!
“I wonder what kind of hero you’ll be,” he said, reaching out to touch the circle as if he could talk to the Servant through it. “Will you be a great king? Or a warrior, a mighty knight atop a splendid steed? Maybe you’ll be a spellcaster.” He considered that for a moment. “No, I hope not. You’d probably hate me if that was the case,” he said, his voice tinged with a touch of something. Shame? Regret? He himself didn’t know.
“But I’m sure you’re going to be amazing no matter what.” Wes smiled wistfully as he ran his fingers across the circle.”I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish I could be your Master.”
There are moments in time that could be called decisive turning points. Points in time where the road forks, and one decision could mean the difference between failure and a miracle. In retrospect, this was one of those points. As if responding to his wish, the circle began to glow intensely, blinding Wes. He panicked, hiding his eyes from the light with his arms. Had the circle been activated?
As it turned out, Wes should’ve braced himself, because the circle started to kick up enough wind to send him flying backwards into a wall. He collided with it, barely avoiding a blow to the head but slamming his back into the brick, sending a ripple of pain up his spine, one strong enough to mask the sting of the red mark carving itself into his hand. His heart was going into overtime, beating faster than was acceptable, or indeed, safe. He clutched it with his burning hand, wondering when this would stop.
The door behind him was forced open, and his father and brother struggled out onto the terrace against the wind. “What the hell happened?!” His father demanded harshly. “What did you do?!”
“I don’t know,” Wes said, struggling to speak clearly against the pain and the roaring of the wind. “It just activated. I didn’t do anything, I swear!”
“You lying little shit! Get away from my circle!” his brother threatened, but it was too late for that to make any kind of difference. The summoning had entered its final stage, and the light grew brighter and brighter, until all was obscured, and the rooftop terrace looked as if it had been bathed in the light of a hundred spotlights. Finally, everything, sound, wind, the ground itself, shook as if it intended to explode, pushing Wes flat against the wall, and almost stopping his heart.
No, he had to hold on. Even if it hurt, even if his father and brother would surely beat him for this, he had to see. He had to see what had been summoned. Summoning up the strength that remained in his clenched chest, he opened his eyes, and watched the clearing smoke.
Archer, Harway Manor, Redrock Town
The man in red took a breath. He felt the air chill his windpipe, felt his nostrils flare. The sensation of cold. It was awareness. So he was once again aware? Damn. That could only mean one thing. Either he'd be summoned to eliminate someone, or...
He turned to face the presence behind him, the young girl... no, young Master
named Jessica. He sighed. "Great. Another kid with no idea what they're wrapped up in."
edited 17th Jun '12 10:38:00 PM by KSPAM