Saya

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It is the year 1806. The French Army, under the command of Napoleon Bonaparte, is currently heading towards the Russian border for a skirmish with the Czar Alexander I and his troops. Alexander is well aware of Napoleon's upcoming attack, and has sent assassins in the hopes of silencing the French general permanently...

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Chapter 1- Saya

Napoleon lay restless on his cot. For some unknown reason, he felt strange... It couldn't be about the upcoming skirmish, for the plans of attack had been reviewed and revised by the other generals, including himself, and would be put into action the following week.

Outside the general's tent, three men waited, using the darkness and shadows as their tools to remain hidden. They, too, felt strange. It was as if they were being watched... No, that was impossible. The only person who knew of their mission to assassinate Napoleon was their Czar, Alexander. No one else.

Or so they thought.

A slight sneeze came from one of the waiting men.

"Quiet, Ivan!" hissed another man, glancing fearfully towards the tent. Inside, Napoleon frowned. The general reached for his pistol, resolving to give those who interrupted his sleep a sharp lesson.

Ivan's companions glared at him, silently warning him to shut up. Those who failed the Czar paid for it with their lives.

Ivan nodded, but he failed to notice a fourth person who was also cloaked in the shadows behind him. Failed to see the person withdraw a sharp sword with a slightly curved blade from its sheath hidden in the folds of their clothing. Failed to realize the person's intent was to eliminate Ivan himself- until it was too late.

Ivan did hear the softest rasp of metal against metal before turning around. He focused on a young, black-haired girl leaping towards him. He didn't even have time to scream when the girl clamped one hand over his mouth and with the other, drove her weapon into his heart.

Ivan's two friends turned to see Ivan's body fall to the ground, then spotted the assailant. One of the men shuddered; the girl's eyes were orbs of red light, glittering at them like gems. Blood red gems.

"Nikolai... look at her eyes!" the shuddering man whispered.

With a snarl, Nikolai, the man who had told Ivan to shut up, ignored his friend. Nikolai charged toward the girl, pulling out a pistol as he did so. The girl stepped to the side, avoiding Nikolai's charge. She kicked his pistol from his hand, and when Nikolai stumbled backwards, she viciously slashed open his throat. Coughing up blood, Nikolai fell next to Ivan.

The last man, Kolya, groaned in horror. There was only one thing in his mind- to get as far away from this girl as possible.

Unfortunately, Kolya didn't get any further away than five feet before the girl was on him, blood-red eyes blazing. Kolya's death was quick- the girl calmly snapped his neck and flung his body towards those of his two friends. The entire conflict had lasted less than five minutes.

Hearing the scuffle from inside his tent, Napoleon leaped out of bed, armed with his pistol. Storming out into the cool night air, the first thing that greeted his eyes and nose was the crimson color and coppery stench of blood. Then he focused on the young girl, now wiping her blade clean with a handkerchief. There was blood splattered on her skirts, the sleeves and bodice of her dress, on her shoes and over her face, neck and her loose, flowing black hair. The general turned his attentions to the three bodies, and his eyes widened slightly. To think that one young girl ended the lives of three grown men so quickly...

"Qui es tu?" Napoleon asked of the girl. (Who are you?)

Silence as the girl turned to face him. Napoleon started. Her eyes... He had never seen eyes as unnatural as hers. He quickly changed the subject.

"Qui est ils?" Napoleon queried, gesturing towards the three bodies. (Who were they?)

"Assassins," came the cool reply.

Napoleon was speechless. Not only had this girl killed three grown men, but she had saved his own life!

"Mon Dieu..." he whispered.

Immediately the girl whipped around and grabbed the general's neck, lifting him off the ground. Her eyes glowed like fire.

"Plus jamais..." she hissed. "Plus jamais dire que à moi!" (Never again say that to me!)

Napoleon gasped for air as her grip tightened on his throat. "Pardon!" he managed to say. (Sorry!)

Without another word, the girl released Napoleon, allowing the French general to drop to the dirt.

"Ce qui arrivera à moi?" he choked out. (What will happen to me?)

"Ce qui arrivera ce ne vous etes pas que s'occuper de," was her curt answer. (What will happen is none of your concern.)

Massaging his neck, Napoleon mind was blank except for one thought- This girl couldn't possibly be human.

"Qu'est qu'es tu? D'ou etes-vous?" he asked. (What are you? Where do you come from?)

"Je suis le derniant originel qui restent," the girl muttered.

I am the Last Remaining Original.

"Originel...?" Napoleon wondered. Suddenly he noticed the girl was walking away from his camp.

"Attente! Qui es tu? Quelle s'appelle?" he shouted after her. (Wait! Who are you? What's your name?)

"Ils s'appelle moi Saya," she called back to him.

They call me Saya.

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Over the next few years of his campaign, Napoleon Bonaparte continued on his quest to conquer the world. His armies suffered terrible losses during the harsh Russian winter, and Napoleon was forced to retreat. He met his match at the Battle of Waterloo, where he was finally defeated.

Napoleon never saw the girl called Saya ever again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the aftermath of Napoleon conquering Europe, and from the resulting confusion, powerful organisations rose. The name Saya appeared for the first time in the records of these organisations. The existence of a young, black-haired defender armed with a curved Oriental sword was confirmed. Thus, Project BLOOD began. It was recorded in the records of these secret organisations.

There would be no mention of the girl Saya again until almost a century later...


	Project Blood \| home It is the year 1806. The French Army, under the command of Napoleon Bonaparte, is currently heading towards the Russian border for a skirmish with the Czar Alexander I and his troops. Alexander is well aware of Napoleon's upcoming attack, and has sent assassins in the hopes of silencing the French general permanently... Project BLOOD Chapter 1- Saya Napoleon lay restless on his cot. For some unknown reason, he felt strange... It couldn't be about the upcoming skirmish, for the plans of attack had been reviewed and revised by the other generals, including himself, and would be put into action the following week. Outside the general's tent, three men waited, using the darkness and shadows as their tools to remain hidden. They, too, felt strange. It was as if they were being watched... No, that was impossible. The only person who knew of their mission to assassinate Napoleon was their Czar, Alexander. No one else. Or so they thought. A slight sneeze came from one of the waiting men. "Quiet, Ivan!" hissed another man, glancing fearfully towards the tent. Inside, Napoleon frowned. The general reached for his pistol, resolving to give those who interrupted his sleep a sharp lesson. Ivan's companions glared at him, silently warning him to shut up. Those who failed the Czar paid for it with their lives. Ivan nodded, but he failed to notice a fourth person who was also cloaked in the shadows behind him. Failed to see the person withdraw a sharp sword with a slightly curved blade from its sheath hidden in the folds of their clothing. Failed to realize the person's intent was to eliminate Ivan himself- until it was too late. Ivan did hear the softest rasp of metal against metal before turning around. He focused on a young, black-haired girl leaping towards him. He didn't even have time to scream when the girl clamped one hand over his mouth and with the other, drove her weapon into his heart. Ivan's two friends turned to see Ivan's body fall to the ground, then spotted the assailant. One of the men shuddered; the girl's eyes were orbs of red light, glittering at them like gems. Blood red gems. "Nikolai... look at her eyes!" the shuddering man whispered. With a snarl, Nikolai, the man who had told Ivan to shut up, ignored his friend. Nikolai charged toward the girl, pulling out a pistol as he did so. The girl stepped to the side, avoiding Nikolai's charge. She kicked his pistol from his hand, and when Nikolai stumbled backwards, she viciously slashed open his throat. Coughing up blood, Nikolai fell next to Ivan. The last man, Kolya, groaned in horror. There was only one thing in his mind- to get as far away from this girl as possible. Unfortunately, Kolya didn't get any further away than five feet before the girl was on him, blood-red eyes blazing. Kolya's death was quick- the girl calmly snapped his neck and flung his body towards those of his two friends. The entire conflict had lasted less than five minutes. Hearing the scuffle from inside his tent, Napoleon leaped out of bed, armed with his pistol. Storming out into the cool night air, the first thing that greeted his eyes and nose was the crimson color and coppery stench of blood. Then he focused on the young girl, now wiping her blade clean with a handkerchief. There was blood splattered on her skirts, the sleeves and bodice of her dress, on her shoes and over her face, neck and her loose, flowing black hair. The general turned his attentions to the three bodies, and his eyes widened slightly. To think that one young girl ended the lives of three grown men so quickly... "Qui es tu?" Napoleon asked of the girl. (Who are you?) Silence as the girl turned to face him. Napoleon started. Her eyes... He had never seen eyes as unnatural as hers. He quickly changed the subject. "Qui est ils?" Napoleon queried, gesturing towards the three bodies. (Who were they?) "Assassins," came the cool reply. Napoleon was speechless. Not only had this girl killed three grown men, but she had saved his own life! "Mon Dieu..." he whispered. Immediately the girl whipped around and grabbed the general's neck, lifting him off the ground. Her eyes glowed like fire. "Plus jamais..." she hissed. "Plus jamais dire que à moi!" (Never again say that to me!) Napoleon gasped for air as her grip tightened on his throat. "Pardon!" he managed to say. (Sorry!) Without another word, the girl released Napoleon, allowing the French general to drop to the dirt. "Ce qui arrivera à moi?" he choked out. (What will happen to me?) "Ce qui arrivera ce ne vous etes pas que s'occuper de," was her curt answer. (What will happen is none of your concern.) Massaging his neck, Napoleon mind was blank except for one thought- This girl couldn't possibly be human. "Qu'est qu'es tu? D'ou etes-vous?" he asked. (What are you? Where do you come from?) "Je suis le derniant originel qui restent," the girl muttered. I am the Last Remaining Original. "Originel...?" Napoleon wondered. Suddenly he noticed the girl was walking away from his camp. "Attente! Qui es tu? Quelle s'appelle?" he shouted after her. (Wait! Who are you? What's your name?) "Ils s'appelle moi Saya," she called back to him. They call me Saya. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Over the next few years of his campaign, Napoleon Bonaparte continued on his quest to conquer the world. His armies suffered terrible losses during the harsh Russian winter, and Napoleon was forced to retreat. He met his match at the Battle of Waterloo, where he was finally defeated. Napoleon never saw the girl called Saya ever again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the aftermath of Napoleon conquering Europe, and from the resulting confusion, powerful organisations rose. The name Saya appeared for the first time in the records of these organisations. The existence of a young, black-haired defender armed with a curved Oriental sword was confirmed. Thus, Project BLOOD began. It was recorded in the records of these secret organisations. There would be no mention of the girl Saya again until almost a century later...