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[center][h2][color=8dc73f]Fran[/color][/h2][/center]

[center][h3]Beyond Time and Space - The Throne of Heroes[/h3][/center]

It was always strange when a Heroic Spirit returned to the Throne. Floating around in the seemingly endless void, only decorated by odd azure streams of light and dots of the same color that shined like stars in the night sky, there wasn't anything to do, really. Nothing but waiting for the next call from the Holy Grail. The next summoning from a Magus, eager to participate in the Holy Grail War for a chance to seize the coveted wish-granting chalice.

Honestly for the Berserker, a nice change of pace was needed. Like the last Grail War she was in.

Sure, the goal was the same, but she and her Master were fighting alongside six other Servants and Masters [i]against another team of Servants and Masters.[/i] Pretty sure that's not how it usually goes, but what does she know? She was there to fight for her Master for a chance to get a wish......or die trying like she did.

Still, as Fran smiled fondly, she liked Caules. The boy could use some confidence but he was kind. She really hoped he lived through that Grail War. She then pouted as she recalled her fight with the Saber of Red. That knight was very strong, but also rude and mean. And the Rider of Black? Ugh. So annoying. Always disturbing her when she was picking flowers. She hopes the next Grail War she is summoned to doesn't have that pink-haired fool in it as we-

[quote][i]"Heroes from beyond the rift, I beseech thee..."[/i][/quote]

Huh?

Fran swiveled her head in all directions, trying to locate the voice in the void, but she was unable to. The voice felt like it was everywhere. This....shouldn't even be possible, what with how far removed the Throne was from time and space. What is going on here?

[quote][i]"...take up arms and bring forth salvation—if not in the name of Lavielle, then of your own————!"[/i][/quote]

Before she could contemplate on what that even meant, she suddenly started falling. Actually falling. 

[color=8dc73f]"Ah!"[/color], Fran yelped at the abrupt descent. However, it was not long into her fall that a shining white light appeared below her and was rapidly approaching. Soon, the light became too bright and Fran closed her eyes and raised her arms to shield herself as the light completely engulfed her.

A second later, she disappeared without a trace...

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[center][h3]Aventon - Town Square[/h3][/center]

As the surviving villagers went about their day scavenging and surveying the damage to their homes, none of them noticed the shining white light briefly appearing over their town.

But they did notice, or rather heard, was the one that came through said light.

[color=8dc73f]"-aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAH!"[/color]

A loud crash echoed throughout the town's central hub, kicking up a dust cloud and sending the surrounding villagers scrambling for safety, fearing another Raven Herald attack. After a tense few seconds, no attack had occurred and people slowly came out to investigate, only to see a strange sight coming out of a small newly made crater: A strange peach-haired girl with bangs that covered her eyes wearing what looked to be a wedding dress. The prongs and horn that adorned her head made her look all the odder as she stumbled out into the open, coughing.

[color=8dc73f]"[i]*koff*...*koff*[/i]....Uuuugh."[/color], Fran muttered, shaking her head as she recovered from her fall. Not damaged, thankfully, just knocked her sense of balance for a loop. Upon regaining her footing and senses, she then noticed the people staring at her. The berserker can guess why.

[color=8dc73f]"Ummm....H-Hi?"[/color], she announced, complete with a small, unsure wave of her hand.