6 Heroes

In a dimly lit cathedral, three priests were performing a sacred ritual.

There were golden runes inscribed on the floor, and they could all be seen praying fervently in front of a statue of a god.

For a long time, they continued their dedicated efforts, and it seemed as though they had finally bore fruit.

A sudden flash of white light illuminated the dim room.

The glow from the golden runes suddenly died down and revealed a young woman in clothes that were clearly not of this world.

"We've done it!"

"A month's effort... but it was certainly worth it."

"The final savior to our world has been called!"

With all of the yelling, it was no surprise that the girl on the floor began to stir.

"Mmh? Why am I on the floor...?" The girl rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and gradually revealed her appearance to the men around her.

She had long white hair that came down to her butt, skin as pale as the moon and bright golden eyes that were nothing short of mesmerizing.

Her body was neither ridiculously in shape, nor was it obese. She was sat perfectly in the middle with a thin frame and soft and squishy curves.

She wore a black crop top from a famous brand and grey leggings that clung to her bottom tightly, showing off it's profound shape.

"It's a woman?"

"The last of the twelve is a woman?"

"It matters not." One of the priests scolded before turning to their guest. "Greetings, heroine of light! We are-"

"KYAA!! PERVERTS!!"

Upon realizing the girl had been kidnapped, she immediately screamed and scrambled backwards until her body hit the wall. "G-Get away from me you crusty old bastards! I-If you even think about coming anywhere near me I-I'll turn your dicks into mashed potatoes!!!"

The three priests simultaneously put on horrified faces and covered their private areas.

It was then that the girl noticed that her formerly black hair had become as white as ivory and her worries instantly doubled. "Y-You think you bastards can just dress me up and use me however you want? I swear I'll-"

"Heroine of light, we are the church of twelve divines, and we are not here to harm you. We have summoned you from your world to ours so that you might help us defeat the scourge that is the fallen!" One of the priests said.

"..."

"...."

"What the hell kind of crack are you smoking? Get away from me this instant!"

The priest looked a bit dejected his attempt to explain seemed to have agitated the heroine even further and hung his head in defeat.

"I told you, Ezekiel." Another priest comforted by patting him on the shoulder. "To avoid frightening the heroes and making them believe us we usually have to show them proof of magic. Apparently, their world does not have such a thing."

"I am aware, brother Wilfred. *Sigh* It's just that this is to be the last summoning, so I wanted to recite the speech written in the holy texts just once." He said, seemingly in defeat.

The man he'd called Brother Wilfred laughed heartily. "Ha! I understand brother but we must not agitate the heroes, don't you remember what happened when we summoned the hero chosen by the storm god?"

Ezekiel shuddered. Forty-nine years ago, they'd summoned a different hero who was a young boy no older than twelve. Upon seeing them and realizing he wasn't at home in his racecar bed, the child began to cry until he passed out at which point, he wet himself.

Apparently, the world the heroes come from have some very upsetting stories about priests and little boys.

At this point Wilfred decided to take over and he simply held out his hand, muttered some words and a small flame appeared in his palm.

The white-haired girl felt her eyes go wide as she watched a person use real life magic.

"Do you understand now, milady?" The priest asked in a respectful tone. "We have no intentions to harm you, we simply need your help."

The girl nodded slowly; a bit more relaxed.

"U-umm... Can you explain a bit more of this to me?"

Wilfred smiled when he saw that she was being more cooperative and began to explain. "The fallen races are a scourge that threatens our world. They unfairly blame us, the races of light for an incident that occurred over 500 years ago. When we were on the verge of being wiped out entirely, one of the twelve great gods bestowed upon us the first hero."

Ezikiel seemed to have been cured of his earlier melancholy and attempted to aid in the explanation. "The heroes are paragons of light and justice, each having overwhelming talent in either magic use or cultivation, the more powerful heroes can even utilize both!"

The third priest who had remained silent all of this time finally decided to speak up. "Heroes are also said to be those that have no connection to their former world and have hearts that are virtuous and unyielding."

The girl simply nodded as she listened to everything the priests said with a disbelieving expression. While it was true that she had no friends or family in her old world, it could also be said that she did not exactly wish to leave either.

Wilfred recognized the look on her face and took a deep breath before he inched closer to her. He still hadn't forgotten her earlier threat and prayed to all twelve divines that she would no longer do such a thing.

"What is your name, Heroine of Astel?" He asked politely.

The girl looked the man up and down and realized he was not looking at her lustfully, only in a careful and gentle manner.

"Vermeil..." She said after a moment of deliberation. "Vermeil Doré."

"A wonderful name!"

"Indeed, Indeed!"

"Surely a name that will spread far and wide!"

Vermeil fought the urge to chuckle. Now that she'd gotten to know them a little, she could see that these men weren't that scary.

Her guard was still up slightly since, as a woman you never know what someone's intentions may be, but she had begun to feel a little more comfortable at least.

The priests nodded at each other before they all prostrated in front of the young girl.

"Heroine Vermeil! We beg you, please cleanse our world of the fallen!" They said in unison.

For a moment, Vermeil was unsure.

Would she truly be able to help these people?

They were pleading with her so sincerely and yet she felt as though she would only disappoint them.

She didn't know if she could kill monsters, hell she'd never even been in a fight before!

And what the hell was cultivation?

This was all so much to take in at once!

The young girl was unsure of what would be the right decision to make.

Should she save this world from ruin or let it fall?

Could she truly help, or would she just be in the way?

Vermeil had a great many things to consider.