They assigned her the number seven, as if their rankings held more significance than their names. Then again it suited them and their purpose and afterall they were merely tools of murder.
They called number seven, the woman, the warrior, the Claymore, they called her the Phantom.
For a split second, Phantom Miria was the fastest, as if you were seeing a mirage.
Only through these brief glimpses can you truly see her mournful silver eyes. In a split second, her cursed eyes tell the story of a half-finished existance. Even for the briefest of moments, her silver eyes are human.
(Fanfic based on the brilliant manga Claymore by Yorihiro Yagi)
