Mia
Heat, pain, fire, pain, blood, pain. Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up! She was the only one that could protect papa. She had to protect Shirou, stand by his side. No she had to kill it, kill the dragon thing. No, she hand to cut it to pieces. No she had to torment it, torture it, and make it afraid.
S͇̯͎̙̳̻̰̘̰h̪̜͓͎̥̼̳ḛ̺͖̘̬̲͜͞ ͢͏̜̰̀h̢͈͘͘a̵̜̤̥̯̬̥d̲͈̪ ́͏͇͖̻̩̺̻̥t̷͜͏̦̳ơ̵͖̦̼̘̰.̵̟͈̜͔̗.҉͙͙.̥̱̖̤̤̀
She look up, her mind a haze as her arm bled, the skin broken along with the bone beneath it.And she saw it. The fire was stopped, the dragons attack was stopped. And there stood a man, he stood between her and Shirou, but she protected them both.
She was supposed to protect Shirou… And beyond the flame, she could feel it, like a scratch at the back of her mind, being taken, being held, filth garbing, filth touching.
He was holding her. She didn't like it, she hated it. It felt wrong, it hurt, it made her angry, it made her cold.
It made her want to cut it.
S͇̯͎̙̳̻̰̘̰h̪̜͓͎̥̼̳ḛ̺͖̘̬̲͜͞ ͢͏̜̰̀h̢͈͘͘a̵̜̤̥̯̬̥d̲͈̪ ́͏͇͖̻̩̺̻̥t̷͜͏̦̳ơ̵͖̦̼̘̰.̵̟͈̜͔̗.҉͙͙.̥̱̖̤̤̀
Her mind sharpened, and something changed. But her stories continued to roar in her mind. Continued to yell and scream and cry. Unrelenting, unfaltering.
But M͞͡͠i͝͡á̛͝/͜͢͜͟Ş͡i҉́l͜v́e̴̡̧̕͠r̸̢̢͢ chose. She chose her own path.
And the flames burned, Mia stood, slowly she stood up, her arm swell, red as blood began to mat down the black fabric of her coat. It hurt, it hurt, hurt.
But she needed to be whole again.
And then she moved, using all her speed, all her strength, all of her energy. And as the Dragon eyes burned, and the light was shot she appeared in front of him. She took the fastest path, though the fire, as fast as she could, but even that wasn’t enough to completely avoid the effects of the flames.
Her skin was slightly red; her hair seemed to be slightly charred, along with her clothing. And her blood, the blood from her arm sizzled, evaporating into the air.
But she ignored it. She ignored the pain, and she continued moving. And she reached it. Her right arm, her good arm, swung, and with all her speed she grabbed the Silver's blade. The moment it touched her hand the handle seemed to break, and the silver metal of the sword was free. And holding that blade she stabbed, and all the while the blade of cutting... did not cut. For it was her, and she was it. Silver and Mia, two parts, two stories.
The naked blade swung up, and it reached its target and it entered his jaw. It ripped through the jaw, and with all of her force she followed though with it and dragged the beast down to the ground, fueled by her strength and surprise.
"͠D̨̧O͟ N̢͏͢OT́͞ ̸̀T̷̕͝OU͜C͠͏H̷̸́ ͡M͝E̡!͡"́ ̶̢̕ SilverMia screamed, the words for all to hear.
