And then it all happened. From the corner of her sight, the robot could spot one of the street urchins she had saved earlier peeking from behind the corner of an old building, his eyes filled with admiration at how the knights were stopping the evildoers. However, the thug also saw them and thought it was his opportunity to make a breakaway. Raising a hand toward the sky the fire mage launched another spell, this time a flurry of fireballs but to everyone's surprise they didn't target the knights. No, instead the fireballs came crashing onto the rooftop of the weathered building. The impact was enough to make the building start to collapse, the debris starting to rain down toward the child.
It all happened so suddenly: One moment the robot was lunging toward the child, arms extended toward him, clearly with the intention to try to grab him and move to safety, but the moment she reached him and the debris nearly reached them the robot instead threw the child out of harm's reach, just moments before she became buried under the debris.
It all became dark, and for a while it felt as if the damage she had suffered had deactivated her core, but it was in that fleeting moment that she could have sworn she heard a collective of voices.
"Say Prim~ What do you want to be when you grow up? A smith like your Papa? An artificer like your mama?"
"I want to be-"
Yet before the child's voice could finish its line static sound filled her memory, instead a loud crashing sound and cries of despair followed.
For a while, darkness continued to surround her, when finally an ethereal figure appeared before her. In a way, they looked semi-transparent, not unlike a ghost might had been. The figure raised a hand, pointing toward her torso, where her core had been situated. The figure smiled, mouthing words that carried no sound but so much meaning: Good Morning.
A sudden jolt of energy coursed through her being, as if something had kickstarted her core. One of the knights was looking worriedly down upon her, while crying at her side was the street urchin she had just saved moments ago. The knight asked if she was alright, while the other knight remarked crudely that 'the robot likely felt no pain'.
"Not Robot..." The whisper caused the knights to look at her in surprise as she climbed upright, a hand reaching to ruffle the child's hair lightly as if to tell him she was alright. "Primula. My name is Primula."
That was right. There were secrets about her past that were still waiting for her to be discovered.
WC: 450
Total WC: +1275/1275