Chapter 1: Ep. 1 – Saint

{ Saint }

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I was floating in darkness.

Not being able to open my eyes, or hear anything, I should've panicked.

...But I was calm.

I didn't know where I was, or how I'd gotten here.

I just knew I had a dreamless sleep last night, and my consciousness woke in reflex to my schedule.

My sensory deprivation had caused me to see and hear things, but I distracted it with my thoughts.

'I wanna open my eyes.'

'Why can't I?'

'Is this a nightmare?'

'Where am I?'

'Help...'

I felt weak.

A few minutes passed by, just like that.

And I heard the first external voice to reach my ears.

"...Greetings."

I jolted my eyes open.

I could see what seemed to be an underground, old floor from stones.

The room was spacious, but had nothing specific. And it was all stone, moss from some edges overtook the scene. A single wooden door remained, and not a window in sight.

It was hot and humid, I could feel myself lightly sweating.

"Do you hear me?"

The person who spoke was the only person in the room, wearing a white suit embedded with golden threads. Something a royal knight would wear, but it had a cape and no hilt for a sword.

I lightly nodded.

"You're currently in Savaria."

I nodded again, but realized that wasn't a question.

"You're here to use your previous knowledge to become a mage or swordswoman, and alleviate the war between Savaria and Inorys."

"U, uh. Okay..."

My voice was alright. My clothes were fine. But I wasn't okay.

I felt lightheaded, and I felt as if I had no will of my own.

"Your subordinates will answer any questions," he said, and he raised his arm in a calling gesture.

A woman who seemed like a handmaid offered her hand, and I got up.

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Her short brown hair contrasted the man's long, black hair.

"Wait."

I turned my head on his call.

"Whoever is the saint between you too, will not be joining the war, and will stay in the temple."

My drowsy mind understood his words.

'...Saint.'

I was reading a novel which had saints before falling asleep, too...

But I wondered how he knew one of 'us' was the saint. And I wondered who was there besides me.

Before I could ask anything, the maid asked me to follow her to my chambers, and I followed behind her, through the door.

 

Our steps were silenced in the carpeted floor, as the door behind us faded. Like magic.

"My Lady, you shall go to the second floor of the royal palace and until the second room, there shall be a wooden door which will be your resting chambers."

I just stared at her. Was she leaving?

"I've to attend the wounded, my Lady."

And she turned on her heel, and left as I stared at her back. The 'war' had truly impacted the understaffing in this place...

Left all alone, in this dark, huge, palace, I felt isolated.

Second room, second floor...

My sneakers made no noise against the continued carpeted floor. The paintings and ornaments made this place suffocating.

I had to remind myself to breathe. This situation had taken a toll on me, and ever since I came here, I felt groggy and felt a compelling force to answer commands and questions.

 

When I reached the staircase, I saw someone I shouldn't have.

Vibrant blonde hair, spun from the hands of God from the sun.

Emerald-like jewel eyes, that stared at me in surprise...

And her thin, white dress that seemed docilely defenseless.

Ah...

It's hopeless...

 

...She's the saint.

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