ღ May | Rider ღ
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The ornate shield rested on the wooden hold. A family heirloom, the most valuable heirloom, kept for this precise occasion. A magic circle had been constructed around is, Maylene had meticulously planned every moment of her summoning.
"It is time," her father said, appearing in the doorway behind her like a shadow. He had overlooked every movement May had made in her eighteen years of life, and this day was no different. "Have you-"
"Yes, father. The ceremony is ready," she said, cutting him short - her anxiousness overriding her fear of her father. He simply nodded, satisfied.
"Begin."
May kneeled, her hands touching the magic circle, just as she had been instructed to. She poured her magic in to the glyph, focusing her thoughts on the grail and the ornament before her. With all her might she called out, declaring herself a master, willing a servant before her - a blast of light answered her calls.
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"And so it begins," she whispered, sitting atop her stallion, Frey. Rider sat behind her, easily controlling the horse - his greater size accommodated by the giant equine. Their vantage point wasn't the best, but the landscape before them seemed clear of any enemies.
"Beware," Rider warned, his voice strong and firm, a thick accent highlighting his words. The servant had not spoken much since his summoning, he often punctuated his thoughts with simple sentences and one word answers - he did not waste his time on poetry. May had never known such a person, if he was indeed a person. The two were distinctly different.
She massaged the marked on her wrist, a clear sign of her masterhood. She was not excited for the coming Arbitirum, she was terrified.
A strong hand took her wrist. Comforting her.
"Let's go," she said, her voice sounded unsure, unconvinced, but Rider understood, heading forward.