7 Chapter Seven: Holy Training Grounds

"Daichi! Daichi wake up!"

I jolt awake at the sound of Benson's voice, sweat drenching my body. The dream I have been having, is the same one I've had for the last three days now. It is on a never ending loop in my mind, even when I'm awake.

It's a vision of me falling from heaven, my arms outstretched, a feeling of dread and betrayal in my heart. I don't understand it. Emiya tells me that it is my mind, feeling the sting of knowing my family had sent me away to protect me. I think there is a bit more to it than that, but I'm not quite sure what. Could it be that my father never wanted me to begin with?

Shaking the thought, I turn my head back to the dutiful butler.

"I'm sorry for worrying you," I tell Benson. He has been treating me like royalty, since Emiya announced my lineage.

"Nonsense. It is the highest honor to serve the gods." He assures me.

"I'm no god. I'm the banished halfbreed."

"Breakfast shall be ready in a moment young master."

With a bow of his head, Benson exits my room, and I'm left to my lonely thoughts yet again. Deciding to no longer be consumed by my grief, I stand to my feet to go for a walk until breakfast is served.

"Are you sure this is best milady?" I hear a concerned Benson ask.

"Is what best?" I counter.

"I was thinking of getting you out of this house to clear your mind, however, Benson has reminded me that now is not the appropriate time."

I sigh at the news. My face as been blasted on every news outlet imaginable, informing the public of the heartless murderer, that had killed his lifelong friend, and his parents, while the other friend was missing.

I can never forget the distraught look on there parents' faces as they begged for me to be brought to justice. I should be brought to justice. If I hadn't been born, they wouldn't have died.

I hate myself for getting them mixed up in this mess. It's true, they were of age, but if they hadn't met me, they might have had a longer life.

"How about I help you relieve some stress, young master?"

I respond to Benson with a raised brow. Suddenly, eating seemed a little less interesting right now. Not when I could get rid of some of this pent up anger.

"What did you have in mind?"

Emiya seemed absolutely terrified by the words Benson uttered next.

"A trip, to the Holy Training Grounds."