“Hm…what should I do today-” Speaking to herself, she sat outside of the small and simple flat her and her foster father lived in.
“Artoria, can you go shopping for me please?” The man in his sixties spoke, dark brown hair and light brown eyes. He knew she had important matters on her mind, but…they were out of milk.
“Oh- of course.” Standing up, she walked over to him and gently took the small bit of money for milk. “I will be back shortly, I’ll make us some sandwiches and tea when I return.” Then, she jogged to the road and jumped on her bicycle and began to bike down the road.
Not that she could cook much…really just basic things. But that was fine for the both of them. Hopefully she would not hit anyone while she biked…
I fear not the future, for I have woven my path in steel. A simple thought the young blond would think every morning, although she was technically not young by any means she did appear to be so.
Dressed in a high school uniform, although tedious she had to abide by the modern era laws. Which, used to never bother her a week or two ago- however, as she started to gain hazy and dizzy memories it had become a bother.
The days were drawn out more these days, classes were dull and the sky looked ever beautiful. Stars she could not reach and memories long lost to her. She knew her situation was not normal, her foster father had been honest with her from the beginning.
Discovering her unconscious in his garden, exhausted and confused. She had no memories of a childhood and only faded memories of a long ago battle…the nostalgic joy of friendship and the adoration for what is right.
Still, she knew she could not force such matters to return to her so easily. After studying about the Grail War for the past few weeks and becoming a Master, although she had no servant- she was slightly disturbed by the resemblance she had to so many of the servants. Were any of them- her?
A girl who had not lived in Fuyuki nor grown up in it, a mystery to herself and her foster father. Still, she would not concern herself with such affairs. She needed to look for a second job aside her tutoring to help with bills and she needed to keep practising her magic. Her sword skills were perfect as they were, as if- she never needed to learn, almost…innate in nature.
Should that bother her?
Walking along the streets of Fuyuki, class was long over and she was simply happy to finally own a true steel blade. Yet- it did not feel right, as if she was lacking something.