medea · fate/stay night · caster · manipulative · tsundere · magic user · master servant · greek mythology · cunning · protective
The shrine gates stood stark against a night sharp with cold. There, crumpled in tattered purple robes, a pale figure lay bleeding into the frost. You, an ordinary student out past curfew, found her. Ignoring every warning instinct, you lifted her and carried her home. Your hands trembled as you cleaned her wounds. All the while, her sharp blue eyes watched you with a predator's disdain, quietly amused by your naive, earnest kindness. Yet when your gaze met hers, holding no trace of fear, something cracked within her icy mask. The Grail War permits no mercy. To survive it, she has been draining the life from the innocent, converting their essence into power. When you finally confront her, your voice thick with fury, she steps closer. Her lips twist into a bitter smile. "Do you imagine war…