There was still fear in her eyes, and she was still breathing heavily, but she was fighting it now, and continued to do so despite a sharp spike when she caught of Archer's red eyes.Īrcher nodded in approval. Sakura opened her eyes, slowly turning to look at Archer. You might be a beggar for knowledge, but it seems I might have use for you." You know your place before the king, but you also have the strength to admit your weakness, and overcome it. "Good!" Archer said with a note of approval, his expression shifting likewise. The king's crimson eyes narrowed, and then Sakura looked away, her eyes tightly shut as she all but screamed her answer out. The moments stretched, Sakura's trembling growing as the King of Heroes sternly gazed down at her. "Are you afraid of me child? Answer, the king commands it." Sakura didn't answer, and he repeated his question. Archer narrowed his eyes at the sight of the girl cowering in terror before him, his expression turning stern. Sakura couldn't help it: her legs gave way, and she fell back on her rump. Fingers had turned into claws, teeth into fangs, and brilliant, innocent blue eyes had turned red as blood, shining from the inside with an inhuman thirst for blood. It was all because her sister had become a monster. Those eyes…those blank staring eyes…they gaped at her, gaping as cold, dead hands pawed at her and lifeless jaws moved to rend and tear. She saw her mother – their mother – dead by Rin's hand. They covered her, staining her, and her sister drank it in. People fell, ripped apart with their blood exploding out.
A helpless child, cowering in fear as her sister – her kind, sweet sister who could never harm a fly and had always looked out for her – turned into a monster. She began to shake, as once again she was just a child. Sakura didn't answer – she couldn't answer – as her breath quickened with fear and panic rose from inside. Human women though…might I have your name, woman?" Not as pretty as Ishtar true, but she was ugly as sin on the inside. "I haven't seen a pretty face in a long time. "Now there's a pretty face." Archer said with a grin. A pair of polished blades of bronze and gold hung within easy reach behind his shoulders.īut his eyes…his eyes…they were red. Golden links held a golden mantle over his shoulders, while golden bracelets hung around his wrists. His chest and arms were surprisingly bare, exposing powerful and sculpted muscles. Gilded plates protected his torso and legs, engraved with cuneiform in blue, a half-skirt of red cloth with gold embroidery hanging around him. Even more surprising was his hair, wildly-swept back and coloured like gold.
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He was a tall man, surprisingly fair of skin considering his homeland in Ancient Mesopotamia. Sakura did as commanded, taking in her Servant's appearance for the first time. Raise your head, the king wishes to see your face." We shall see in time, but for now I will defer judgment. "It seems that the beggar knows her place. "Well now," an unexpectedly amusedvoice spoke. She expected to feel the weight of his eyes on her, and for him to coldly demand her name and ask why he should consider her worthy of his patronage. And even if she were fast enough to apply a command spell, the King of Heroes would never forget.Īs such the moment the summoning ritual was completed and her new Servant had materialized in the summoning circle, she immediately sank to one knee with head bowed. Anything less would be insolent, and would most likely be repaid with death. He told her to 'know her place', and to present the utmost respect. Kirei had answered that she should expect a king.
What should she expect? How should she present herself? Sakura had asked Kirei about the King of Heroes.
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