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Title: destiny calls and i go
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Amy, Raphael
Rating: G
Words: 200
Summary: Amy remembers the day she first stepped outside the boundaries of society. Pre-SCII.
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31_days August 5th prompt destiny calls and i go.
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When Raphael first asked me to accompany him I refused. It was not out of fear, though he believed that to be the case.
“You do not trust me,” he said.
“N-no,” I replied. My voice shook. Persecuted as he was, Raphael was still noblesse, and I feared contradicting him, even to please. “But this is where I belong.”
He frowned, perplexed. Not upset, for which I was grateful. I could not bear his disappointment, even then. “I don't understand. Are you saying you enjoy-” he gestured at the mud-choked, rotting slums around us, “this?”
I was confused. Surely he knew the way of the world. The fate of the common folk was to serve. The fate of the nobility was to rule. Even those who had fallen from grace did not think to cross paths with the abandoned, the unloved, the worthless.
He took my hesitance as acquiescence. “Nonsense,” he said, and took my hand in his. “Yours is a future that demands a grander stage.”
I did not believe in God. God and His Heaven were for His chosen: there was no room there for me.
I believed in Raphael Sorel.
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Amy, Raphael
Rating: G
Words: 200
Summary: Amy remembers the day she first stepped outside the boundaries of society. Pre-SCII.
A/N: Written for the
31_days August 5th prompt destiny calls and i go.---
When Raphael first asked me to accompany him I refused. It was not out of fear, though he believed that to be the case.
“You do not trust me,” he said.
“N-no,” I replied. My voice shook. Persecuted as he was, Raphael was still noblesse, and I feared contradicting him, even to please. “But this is where I belong.”
He frowned, perplexed. Not upset, for which I was grateful. I could not bear his disappointment, even then. “I don't understand. Are you saying you enjoy-” he gestured at the mud-choked, rotting slums around us, “this?”
I was confused. Surely he knew the way of the world. The fate of the common folk was to serve. The fate of the nobility was to rule. Even those who had fallen from grace did not think to cross paths with the abandoned, the unloved, the worthless.
He took my hesitance as acquiescence. “Nonsense,” he said, and took my hand in his. “Yours is a future that demands a grander stage.”
I did not believe in God. God and His Heaven were for His chosen: there was no room there for me.
I believed in Raphael Sorel.
