Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160925203247/@comment-25073873-20160930130814

Freya decided to lock herself in her room, and contemplated the floor for a moment, before she looked in the mirror at herself. All she saw was her blond, blue eyed self returning her stare, as a swirl of white light formed behind her, as her guardian took form in his ethereal state, staring at her from behind.

Freya decided to undo the laces that held the front of her dress, and pulled it open, examining the front of her body. There was one thing Freya knew she possessed in abundance, even if it was not intelligence, talent or skills. She possessed beauty, somewhat approaching a nearly inhuman look. Perhaps it was the heavens' way of consoling Freya for lacking in everything else. Then her eyes looked down a bit.

"Freya, you aren't just staring at your own perfect body. Perfect because I ensured it would be. Or else you would be another run of the mill girl, like everyone else. I know you are looking at my contract seal, which your mother burned so vilely upon you abdomen to preserve your life when you were a child" noted Freya's guardian, in his young sounding voice. He seemed disinterested.

Indeed, Freya was looking at what was seemingly tattooed around her belly button (I mean, I love the design from Fate Prototype so itskinda like this ). A six winged design that symbolized the contract she formed with the strange man from beyond her understanding, forced upon Freya by her mother with no opportunity for consent.

Freya didn't answer directly, simply saying "you are very powerful, aren't you? You lied to my mother that you needed a catalyst to manifest. In truth you can simply appear in Mundus in your physical form with no effort, and no requirement to shorten my life whenever you are summoned, right? Why do you torture me with the seal, and harm me whenever you try to save me?"

"Because I like it that way. I have no interest in mortal affairs like yours, but your vile mother made me swear a contract, and so I will fulfil them on my own terms. I can actually appear in your world, and stay as long as I like, but don't you think saving you pricelessly lacks the ... fun factor? I'm not like one of my relatives, who despises your kind. I just see your struggle as a drama, a play, a written prose. If the heroine has a prince to save her every day, it spoils the plot, no?" smiled Freya's guardian, his gaze never averted, even when Freya slid off her dress to change into night clothes for sleeping.

"But I am not a heroine, and I am so weak I'll die before I even struggle! I would rather you save me every time than be able to summon you only six times before I expire. I do not want to suffer anymore. I would rather be the damsel in distress with a prince to save me every time! Can't you daedra understand that? Weren't you supposed to be extremely wise and powerful?" shouted Freya in response to her Guardian, as her cheeks tinged red. From anger or embarassment nobody could tell.

"You have a prince who will save you everytime. He exists, and he will find you. In fact, I know who he is, but you still do not. And that prince is not me. I am but ... a man who will prevent your death six times, and take your life should you be stupid enough to lose it a seventh time" smiled Freya's Guardian, as he turned, walking towards the window as he dissapeared as a white spiral of sparkle.

As he vanished, Freya called out angrily "hey, at least tell me what's your name! You never ever said that to me! How did I manage to even coexist with you for so long without you telling me anything about yourself? Why do you keep hiding things from me!"

"Because much is not meant to be known by innocent mortals, like you" came Freya's Guardian's voice, as the last sparkles winked out.