#cielcin

"Ah...I do not know of the stars, because the distant light does not reach me... "

But the darkness within that man's soul reached her.

Etoile did not come from a mage family nor had any knowledge of magic, yet somehow she was able to reach out from the darkness towards a light that she had longed for. There was fear in her heart as she called out. If her heart couldn't reach and learn to love the light, how could she find the heart to love her own name?

And as she reached, something channeled within her. Whether it was because of a wish or because of something more, she grabbed something from that darkness. But instead of the warm light, she found something else. Or actually, she found someone.

In the dark, a voice calls out:

"I ask of you. Are you my master?"

. . .

Huh? This child?

Well, he hadn't expected his master to be so small, that is for sure. A child whose soul is pure and bright. A reminder of who he used to be, but someone that he had forgotten.

The blood that began to spill everywhere looked like maroon wine.

He who smells of blood.

His sword that has killed.

Laurencin, Saber-class.

And yet a child who reaches for the light found him at the end. Why did he become a heroic spirit? A murderer, a thief, a man covered in darkness. He, himself, isn't quite sure the answer. But her voice calls out to him.

"You smell like blood . . . but also flowers."

I was no longer scared...because we were connected by an invisible bond, a leash made of stardust...

Etoile had reached out to him. Laurencin had been chained by a leash of light. He could only follow this child and see what they could reach out together. Could they find a story over there?