Y/n Pendragon holds the blade of a king and deep inside the spirits of fallen heroes, but he isn't very street smart. So after joining the familia of a (almost) useless goddess. A goddess who will take the boy on a wild ride through the life of adve...
Breath caught by the moisture of the damp air, the shaking tunnels of the dungeon roared with the beast as it's prey ran. His hair was white as snow and his eyes red like the blood that may stain it. Dust and stone invading the cavern from the floor as the horned beast stomped down on the young male who, like a spooked rabbit, flung himself forward.
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"WOAH!?" His body rammed the ground as he flipped around screaming at the bull-man, the minotaur, wait a minute...
"That sounds like uncle Asterios!" A crushing regret fell upon the boy, that voice, it was like a little girls! He'd led this Minotaur straight to a child! What was a child doing in the dungeon?! The mind corroding from the acidic fear, adrenaline, tension, it all built up. Thoughts no longer existed within the mind of Bell Cranel. Just goals, he would beat this Minotaur, just reasons, because if he didn't a girl could lose her life before even have it begin, just action. Launching toward the Minotaur with a voice cracking cry. Until he was subtly put in his place with a large splash of crimson carnage that dyed him within similar coating, a warm coating.
Their standing above him was a woman who held a saber, and wore some of the worst armor imaginable, yes worst than the chain mail bikini. At least it didn't try to hide it was useless due to fan service. Her golden hair glistening in the parasite filled water droplets reflections of light.
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"Are you... okay?" A voice like smooth honey running from the comb. Eyes holding so much yet revealing so little, emotion grasping her form like a flowing river rather than the common flame. The sword princess Ais Wallenstein
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