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The next thing you knew, you seemed to be floating. This supposition based on the fact that you didn’t feel your feet making contact with anything, and anywhere you looked you saw naught but a grey, enshrouding haze. Were you in a cloud? As you looked about to see if you could orient yourself, you observe that you don’t seem to have a body in this state either, reminding you of your first memory from yesterday. Surely this is a dream of some sort, but if nothing comes of it you may end up rather bored.
As if on cue, you felt yourself gently being pulled downward by some unseen force, and as you looked below an island came into view. The island itself didn’t seem to have any cities or villages built on it; you’d guess it was largely untouched by civilization. You find that you had just slipped out of an overcast sky, feeling a moderately powerful wind gust past you from time to time. At the end of your gradual descent, you touch down on a rocky outcropping on the shoreline and try to survey your surroundings.
Right away you spot something worthy of note: a winged girl sitting on one of the rocks, gazing out over the rolling waves. From your perspective behind her she seemed to be almost the spitting image of Avenger, though the feathers of her wings appeared a uniform brown as opposed to black with red stains. You try to move yourself through sheer force of will to an angle that would let you see her face, and gradually succeeding you see her face is nearly the exact same as Avenger’s, but one difference strikes you. The expression on this girl’s face seems to describe loneliness and grief, which you could hardly imagine your Servant showing. You’d seen malice, condescension, curiosity, sadistic glee, and some moments of good humor, but Avenger’s been acting too tough for you to expect her to display something that could be construed as weakness or a lapse in mental fortitude. Although there was that one time in the church where you may have gotten her a little flustered…
“Why do you lament, old friend? It saddens me to find you so downcast the first time I’ve seen you since our last parting so long ago.” You heard a feminine voice say in an even tone. Turning at the same time as the winged girl, you see a black dog walking toward her.
Not at all overjoyed to see the dog, the winged girl scoffs, “You sneak onto my island, and only see fit to visit me in that form, do you, <span class="mu-i"> old </span> friend?”
Sitting down in front of her, the dog answers, “It is a pity, but I cannot reveal the fullness of my glory in this place; our powers are fading, you know this as well as I. All that aside, I came to offer you a small favor.”
“I may accept it, on the condition you don’t ask for something of greater value in return.” The winged girl said, making her suspicion of the dog’s motives evident.