13 Chapter Thirteen: Lights Ou

Orth pushed me out of the way of the falling debris, chaos ensuing around me.

People appeared out of nowhere, coming to fend off the attackers. I guess I shouldn't describe them as people.

There were some with blue skin, some with scales up and down their arms, a variety of what I assumed were angels came forth, breathing fire, controlling water, and shattering the earth around us.

"Traders!" The invaders hollered with all their might.

"The only traders are you!"

At the sound of Emiya's voice, I watched in awe as she took down one of the intruders, sending him barricading through the house, landing outside.

Towards the back was a man in a white robe, his face covered to the point where it was just a shadow. In an ancient language, he spoke, an orb of light surrounding him.

As he spoke, those that waged battle slowly began to lose their magic, until they were only able to wield their weapons.

It was a brutal fight, Orth and Benson fighting near by.

Unable to watch anymore, I ran towards the battle outside the mansion, picking up the sword Emiya once gave to me.

"He's an idiot, isn't he," I hear Orth's voice behind me.

"He is just very...unique," comes Benson's quipped response.

Ignoring them, I run towards one with sheet white hair, sword poised to strike. She looks at me, eyes more beautiful than I thought possible, and she captures the sword with her bare hands, crushing it in one swift motion.

"You dare try to touch me with this feeble toy you small child," she grunts in an airy voice, her body shifting before my eyes.

White scales consume where her skin once was, her eyes widening. Claws began to elongate where her nails once were, and I felt utterly terrified.

"Hitomi?" I hear Orth's voice question. He then begins to shift as well, the familiar green and brown overtaking his body.

I crane my neck to look up as they both tower above me, seeming to have a lengthy conversation in the middle of a battle, in what seemed to be yet another ancient language.

Having no time for this, I leave the giants to their conversation, running towards the white hood. I couldn't figure why I was drawn to the hooded man, but I did know that he needed to be stopped.

Running towards him as quickly as I could, I picked up the weapon from one of the fallen warriors. It seemed weightless in my hand, but it also felt as if the energy was being pulled from my body.

As I looked down, I saw an odd shape beginning to take form, and the energy changed into a blade of white light.

Looking towards me, the man in the white hood finally had a face, and what I saw was pure shock. It was a look of recognition. Before I could react, the white hood appeared before me with a quickness, unconsciousness consuming me.