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[center]She who built the Palace of the Sun.
She who single-handedly hunted down the Yayu, Zaochi, Jiuying, Dafeng, Fengxi and Xiushporn.
She who shot down nine suns.
She who befriended the tenth sun.

An archer of unparalleled accomplishment in ancient China. A God among men. She who taught mortals the art of the bow.
Hou Yi.

A legend. A hero. 
[s]A tyrant.[/s]

A friendly hunt. A day with her student. The smell of the wild.
[color=9e0b0f]The crack of a peach tree branch against the back of a head.[/color]

[i]"If I were ever to return, I would prove myself a hero to the people once more."[/i]
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[img]https://i.imgur.com/vxNmft6.png[/img][hr][color=ed1c24][h1]Tohsaka Manor, Foreign District, 8:00 AM[/h1][/color][hr][/center]
The gentle silence of an attic. The soft sunlight befalling the wooden floors. The smell of...orange juice.
The sudden disturbance created by a swirl of ether erupting from a sharpie-marked floor.

A young girl stood in the middle of it, the sunlight seeming to engulf her form in its warm embrace. Her appearance was bright in and of itself. Golden waves tumbled down past her shoulders, reaching the entire length of her back and brushing over the angle of her hips. A golden gaze peeked out past dark lashes, shielded slightly by the bangs that covered the girl's forehead.

A silent blink. Another silent blink.

With a start, the girl looked down at herself in surprise, those golden hues widening as she brushed her free hand over her top, then her skirt. Moving down her body she patted over her legs, straightening back up to pat over her arms, then her own head, fingers meeting fabric as she felt the blood red hood that covered the majority of her head and expanded past to coat her shoulders and hang from them as a cape. 

She spun in a circle, watching the way the fabric fluttered through the air as she did so. With a quiet and girlish chuckle she completed her spin, that one free hand coming to meet her opposite hand, fingers trailing over the object held tightly in it. The smile painted on her lips was one of adoration. An expression of appreciation and familiarity, similar to that of seeing an old friend. Silently, she traced over the outline of the giant bow held in her right hand. The massive piece of equipment looked as though there was no way it could be a light object, however the girl handled it as though it was light as a feather.

[center][i]Ah...wait...there was something I was supposed to say at this moment, right?[/i][/center]
Lifting that free hand to her head once more, she scratched at the side of her head with a single finger pressed to the side of her hood, a quiet grumble coming from the girl as she tapped her foot in her own annoyance.

At last, that curious gaze shifted from herself to the boy standing before her. He appeared young, probably the age of a high schooler, and...

[center][i]Is that...bedhead?[/i][/center]
Shaking her head, she continued her observation of the man before her, those wide doe-eyes of the Archer slipping down his form.

[center][i]Ah, a school uniform, I believe. So he is a student! W-Wait...wait wait wait. Is that orange juice? A-All over his shirt?[/i][/center]
The girl could feel her own resolve faltering for a moment, but nonetheless she continued her scan of the male! He had a good look in his eyes - she liked that. He had a fair build - could use more muscle but they would discuss that later. 

With a confident grin, the girl quickly switched the hold of her bow from her right hand to the left, once more manipulating the weapon with ease despite its size quite nearly matching her own height. Once in her left hand, she extended that arm out past her side, wrist rotating and spinning the large bow to arrange it behind her back as she took a step forward, her right hand extending out towards the Magus in gree-

[right][b]Squish.[/b][/right]

She froze immediately, fluid absorbing into the thin fabric of her shoe and seeping through to soak the skin underneath. With a shaky gaze, she shifted her attention to her feet, and more prominently, the puddle of orange juice she appeared to have stepped into. 

[right]Twitch.[/right]

Lifting her face to the boy once more, the girl tried with all of her might to ignore what she just saw. To ignore the overwhelming scent of orange juice. To ignore the cold touch of liquid soaked shoes.

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, her once regal and polite smile looking significantly more forced as she returned to extending a quivering hand out towards the boy. A deep breath.

[center][i]Remember. Hero. Not a tyrant.[/i][/center]

Another deep breath.

[color=9e0b0f]"Are you my Master?"[/color][hr]
[@Cu Chulainn]