The Son of the Great

[Agailius]

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Index

Chapter Zero Point 1 - The Deal
Chapter Zero Point 2 - The Battle Is to the Strong
Chapter Zero Point 3 - The Final Hour
Chapter Zero Point 4 - You Are My King
The Killer and The King

Prologue: ...Right below. (Being rewritten!)

-Chapter I - Heir Apparent
-Chapter II - The Vizer and the Witch (1)
--Interlude 1 - Stirring Within Shadow
-Chapter III - Day of Destiny
-Chapter IV - Negotiations with the Red Witch
-Chapter V - It Came from the Game
-Chapter VI - The Titan's Entry
-Chapter VII - Back to the Wall
-Chapter VIII - Clash of Titans
-Chapter IX - Bonds Which Tie
-Chapter X - The Shourisha Alliance
-Chapter XI - Reflections
--Interlude 2 - The Vizer and the Witch (2)
-Chapter XII - Growing Affection

Shourisha Shirou: Analysis (Updated!)

Omake I

Tiger Dojo X! 1
Tiger Dojo X! Bad End 1--Lord of the Flies

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The city of Fuyuki was consumed in flames.

Through smoke and fire, riding upon his loyal black charger, Bucephalus, the King of Conquerors slowly rode through the final aftermath of the Fourth Grail War. Iskander surveyed the inferno around him, knowing full well the possibility of surviving the flames to be slim, at best. He felt a deep sympathy for those unfortunate enough to be swept up in the hellfire. But there was little to nothing that he could do for them now. The vast majority of his power had been expended in the final moments of the Grail War; he had arrived to aid Saber and her master in her final battle against Gilgamesh and his accomplice, Kotomine.

In the fray of the battle, Iskander, alongside Gilgamesh, had been submerged in the black substance which emanated from the Holy Grail. There, the two Kings had faced a presence of such absolute evil and pitch black monstrosity, it threatened to consume their sanity and every other aspect of their beings. But both, in their own ways, proved to have too... unique of personalities to be subjugated by it. Whereas Archer's sheer ego and megalomania out-did the Evils of the World, Rider realized that, in a way, this was the ultimate test of his goal. If he was to conquer the world, he would doubtlessly have to fight. And, what simpler a way to show his supremacy over the world then by overcoming it's collective malefactions? And, so, he fought.

Regardless of the circumstances, Rider realized, by the end of the ordeal, he had obtained a body of flesh and blood. In a way, the Grail had granted his wish. Not that it would have mattered whether or not it did, for when he had regained his senses, the Grail, Saber, and Gilgamesh had vanished. The only ones remaining on the battlefield were himself, his follower Waver, and the Master of Saber, Emiya Kiritsugu.

Now, Iskander and Waver surveyed the destruction caused by the Holy Grail. Waver was horrified by the sheer extent of the disaster, and ultimately the loss of life wrought by it. However, both were too exhausted of prana and almost just as exhausted of strength to be able to stop it. It was regrettable, even heart-wrenching, to be incapable of doing anything, but the King of Conquerors knew that there was no point in trying to save someone from a raging river when one had not the strength left to swim.

"All this..." Waver Velvet said in a somewhat trembling voice, clutching at his injured arm as he rode behind his Servant--nay, his King--upon his steed, drained of his mana and nearly all his strength, as well as covered in scrapes and scratches, "All this because of that thing..." Having seen the Holy Grail, Waver had come to understand that it was certainly not 'holy'. Saying it was cursed would probably not do justice, either. Abominable, perhaps. Yes, a pitch, black abomination.

"There is nothing we can do to stop what has already occurred, boy." Iskander replied calmly, though with a hint of melancholy in his voice. "I suppose it's perfectly natural for something like that black chalice to have such a violent backlash upon it's destruction--" The red-haired giant silenced himself suddenly, stopping his horse.

Waver peered up at his companion, curious to know why he stopped. "Rider--?" He asked, but was cut off by the Servant quieting him with a shush.

"Look." Rider replied simply, glancing to the right, where he saw a small figure appear from amid the carnage. A boy, no more than perhaps nine, was limping wearily through the burning wreckage, his cheeks and eyes red with stinging tears and exposure to the smouldering heat and smoke, burns and bruises all over his body. The boy's golden-brown eyes seemed empty and without life, as though all he had known had been taken right from under his feet. The boy hardly seemed to notice the two, or much anything else, as he staggered onward aimlessly through the flames. Finally, however, the boy's strength gave out, as his body fell like a beaten rag doll to the ground.

Iskander wordlessly dismounted, approaching the fallen boy, noting the empty look in his eyes. Kneeling beside him, he lay one giant hand on the boy, saying to himself, "You look as though you are among the walking dead, lad." He said quietly. "No person should ever bear such an expression if they call themselves living." And with those words, he effortlessly scooped the boy in his arms, turning back to Waver.

"Rider, I though you said--"

"To not do what we know we cannot. But, we can at least help this boy." Rider replied simply as he remounted, the boy resting limply against him. "Let's be rid of this place."

And, with that, the Servant and his Master rode away from the carnage, with the sole survivor of the catastrophe resting in one arm of the mighty King of Conquerors.

Rain began to fall on Fuyuki.