A Man wanted to save the world.
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A King wanted to keep his youth.
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A Girl wanted to protect her Kingdom.
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This fate will be no different from the rest.
It is due to the nature of man that the world continues turning; thus, it is our duty to uphold it on our shoulders and bear its weight.
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There is a Boy who will save all else.
~0~o~0~
“Will there be repercussions in case the experiment fails, Director?” said the assistant, fumbling with his pen and papers while trying to keep up with the pacing of his boss. “Even if we manage to summon one into ‘him,' there might be retaliation especially…”
“Roman.”
The Director uttered that name with annoyance. He wore a clocktower robe, similar to that of a scientist fashion in the style of black and white with the symbol of his compound stamped on the back – Chaldea. Gray hair long past his shoulders to the center of his back, brown eyes staring off into nothing, and long sleeves covering his hands.
“Enough with your senseless worry and tell me; have the boy been prep yet?”
Roman paused in his steps before hurrying along to the Director’s side and looked over the paper in his hand. “Yes, sir. Subject One has been prep carefully and is available for the procedure. It seems his circuits are more than acceptable, and his vitals remain excellent."
“Good,” said the Director, “As long as all goes according to plan he can stay quiet for all I care.” Coming to the end of the white hallway and standing in front of a massive vault door, the Director and Roman synchronize their breathing and let out a breath of air at the same time.
“Roman, the time has come. All these years of careful planning have led to this very moment.”
The clicking sound of gears and cogs went off in the distance; it made the compound seemed alive for the briefest of moments. Both individuals witnessed the locks of the vault unbinding itself before the steel door opened up to its contents. A bright light enveloped them and clouded their vision, only slightly. While Roman remained partially blinded, the Director glance towards the light without fear nor signs of weakness. He began walking while leaving his assistant behind.
Within the dull blue chamber with chalk drawings of various mystical symbols etched into the walls, ceiling, and the floor was a small child. A boy – no older than ten years old. His golden eyes were never leaving the center of the inner circles drawn. His attire consisted that of a white robe with white pants. Not a single showing of dirt noticeable on his body. His position lied in the center of the room.
Even anyone else was there; they’d notice the lack of windows nor the absence of light that provided a dreadful looking showing of the confinements of the chamber.
Walking up to the seated child, Roman and the Director stood with Roman having glanced at the markings.
“Everything seems to be in order. Director, I believe it times for the ritual to begin,” said Roman.
His hand combed through his orange hair. The tension in his feet did little to relax for the upcoming moment. If words could persuade the man in front of him, it’d be to stop this nonsense at once and consider another method; none the less, he was only capable of watching and observing.
“Subject One.” The Director addressed the child before him. The boy responded with a motion of a single finger moving before keeping still like a doll.
The man began talking to him yet again.
“You’re about to go through a highly dangerous yet rewarding experience should you come out alive from this. I do hope you’re the key to my success. Otherwise, it would mean another statistic to the charts." The man’s hand rose from his sleeve, revealing red markings; it was command seals. The symbol of an eye with a cross striking between.
His resolve was firm and grounded. His stance perfected after hours of trials and error. Just how long had he waited for this moment to come?
One?
Two?
It didn’t matter in the end. The results soon after would confirm his theory once and for all. Fighting amongst Magi at London wasn’t a battle of strength but a fight of who was right in either regard.
The Director turned his head towards Roman, signaling the assistant to back away. Roman did exactly as such, and the Director directed his attention back towards the boy. Taking out a small knife from his pocket, a cut is made on his palm. Blood dripped from the wound onto the chalk surface. Instantly the blood flowed through the markings like a river, lighting up the chamber in crimson as the ground began trembling. Roman, in his slight panic, started holding onto one of the nearby walls while the Director stood firmly in place.
The boy did not move at all.
“Roman. I want you to witness a making in the history of Magi. I haven’t felt something like this since the end of the fourth Grail War!” Grinning to himself the Director hovered his palm over the child, allowing his blood to drip down the boy’s forehead which as a result, caused the various lines to net over his body like a web.
The lines crept from boy’s forehead down to the intersecting circles in the center of the chamber.
The Director let his lips loose and uttered words anyone from the previous Grail Wars would know.
Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Let each be turned over five times, only breaking the fulfilled time asunder.
Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation. Let my grand master ■■■■■■■■ be the ancestor. Raise a wall, against the wind that shall fall. Close the four cardinal gates. Come out from the crown. Rotate the three-branched road reaching the Kingdom.
The grounding shocked with Roman collapsing on the floor and the boy lighting up like a furnace. His body ceased in magical energy, forming a tornado of bloody red as the wind twirls. Cracks formed everywhere as though the foundation of the building construct was breaking apart against the weight of the spell.
The Director continued.
I shall declare here. Your body shall serve under me. My fate shall be with your sword. Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. If you submit to this will and this reason…… then answer!
Suddenly golden eyes lit up, and the sound of agony pierced through the magical veil. A painful expression filled the boy’s face, letting all those know of his suffering. The circles began cycling around his body before forming into a massive dome over him.
The Director continued again.
An oath shall be sworn here! I shall attain all virtues of all of the Heaven. I shall have dominion over all evils of all of the Hell!
Roman carried a fearful look. His vision is watching over the incantation cast but more importantly, the magical energy surrounding the boy.
“Director, you must stop this at once! The entire place is breaking itself apart!”
However, his warning went unnoticed. The Director continued for the last time.
From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Balance!
The spell goes off, and light plagued the entire facility. Roman, the boy, and the Director along with every faculty member attending the compound bathed in its glorious light.
~0~0~0~
When I came to, I was trapped in a burning field. There must have been a large fire. The native town filled to the brim with death was bathing in a shade of hellish red. People everywhere were dying indiscriminately. Everything was burning. It was a view straight from hell that never end. Humans kept getting caught in the flames, running and panicking as their love ones died in front of them.
It wasn’t fair.
Not a single notion of what was happen was equitable in the slightest.
I wanted it to end so badly, but there wasn’t anything left to do. My foot kept trudging through ash and corpse while my ears feel deaf to the pleas of others.
Helping them was impossible. It would result in my death if I stopped for a single moment to help them.
I wanted to survive.
I don’t remember what happen before the flames started. I don’t remember the faces or names of my family.
I know that their likely dead and I would follow after them.
I feel face-first into the ground this time. My legs lack all strength to keep moving, and my eyes were burning from the fumes in the air. Tears wept from me while these tiny hands drag this useless body against the ground.
I don’t want to die... I don’t want to die... Save me. Someone, please save me.
Get me out of this nightmare!
Death seemed more like a blessing at this point. The smell of burning flesh caused the bowels in me to puke out. Nausea kept overwhelming me until my body simply gave up. I turned myself over on my back with my eyes staring at the sky.
The black orb in the heavens gathered all the desperate cries of agony and fed on them like a glutton pig. It was a black hole consuming every despair, every sin around it and grew larger.
“To think such a hideous abomination existed.”
My breath stopped mind-motion. A disembodied voice had taken hold of my attention just when I though dying was my only option.
“I’m impressed that a young one survived an ordeal like this. Magi are terrible creatures with no remorse for human casualties.”
It continued talking to me I suppose. My head didn’t turn nor listen to any command from my mind. It was too tiresome and painful to think.
“I pity that you had to endure that. No child should have to bear witness to that tragedy.”
Your right. No one should have to go through that and remain helpless like me. Going through was terrible. No hope to guide you. No love to keep your heart solid. No courage to help you stay warm.
Throughout my journey down this hell...
…My heart naturally died out along the way.
“I can tell. The moment I was summoned into this vessel, it seemed empty. Although, I must admit the ocean is a lovely sight to behold.”
Then did his words suddenly caused realization.
The nightmare around me broke like glass with the scenery itself shattering into pieces. My vision wavered, and when my eyes opened up, the wave of wind and smell of ocean breeze was introduced.
The nightmare that haunted every corner of the landscape replaced by the sight of a beautiful, untainted ocean unseen by human hands. The blue sea was still yet my back felt no liquid on it. The pain from my wounds was nonexistent. No clouds dominated the sky in any form. Pink petals flowed down above, and one even landed on my head.
I wasn’t sure where I was but leaving this utopia felt like a sin.
“Yes. This here will do perfectly. I dare say that is the most suitable workshop for me.”
I couldn't help but question what the voice meant.
What workshop?
“It matters not. You are the perfect host for me or shall I say; we are one now.”
Now wait a minute. You can't talk like that and not expect me to go on without knowing anything. Who are you?
“The real question you should be asking is… who are you?”
My name is Shirou […]
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My name is gone. Forgotten.
The fire erased any evidence that Shirou […] existed before then. Only my first name survived, and that’s that. There wasn’t anything left for me to follow through. My body survive as well as my first name but nothing else. All was burned and turn to ashes in the blazing hell. If you take away a child's parents, home, and all such things, there's nothing left for him.
“Your name is whatever you choose from now on. I’m almost done on my end so be ready for whatever comes next. The ‘current’ me will vanish without a trace but ‘we’ are one and the same now.”
Are you leaving already?
Do you have to go so soon? I don’t want that.
“Didn’t you listen? We are one now. I won’t be going anywhere for now on. Goodbye, Shirou.”
The view of the ocean fades away from my field of vision. My eyes close by themselves and darkness was all that awaited me.
~0~o~0~
…I’m dreaming.
"Huh!?"
I squint my eyes at the white light.
"So bright," I think. It was just light entering my eyes when I woke up, but I'm not used to it. I probably didn't even understand what the bright light meant.
I’m surprised. The light blinded me for only a brief second before my eyes could adjust to the surroundings of the room. I’m lying in an unfamiliar bed, in a strange room. It's layered with wooden screen doors and a futon laid next to me. The smell of tea settled upon my nose. The confines were clean and crisp with no discomfort.
I relaxed my shoulders and let my eyes wander around the room for a bit.
Outside the window – the bright blue sky looked unbelievably fantastic.
Suddenly the screen door opened, revealing a man. Wrinkled kimono and uncombed hair with a dead fish look in his eyes. His mouth laid agape for quite some time until it got somewhat awkward.
“You’re finally awake,” he said. A smile that melted into the white sunlight. I thought it was a suspicious voice, but a very kind voice. “I saw you walking in the middle of the night with blood on your forehead, and you looked hurt so I took you in.”
He went straight to the point. He began asking me questions about my origin as to why I was like that.
I couldn’t give him a single action. No proper name nor anything to help him. I even told him about my parents being dead but left out the fire. It wold only bring up bad memories again.
At that moment he asked me a question.
"I'll ask you this. Which would you prefer? To go to an orphanage, or to be adopted by this man you've never seen before?"
That man was saying he could take me. It seemed suspicious at first, but there wasn't much for me.
…He looked like an unreliable guy with no future. But it made no difference, as I knew nothing about either one: him nor the orphanage. I said I go with him and in response, he nodded and spoke about gathering paper for tomorrow. When he turned to exit the room, he steps paused. His back still and with it, he turned his gaze back to me.
"Oh, I forgot to mention something important. I have to tell you one thing before you come to me. Is that okay?"
I nodded in response.
“My name is Emiya Kiritsugu, and I’m a spellcaster.”
I was stun yet there was something I found admirable about him being a spellcaster. It’d be crazy to believe such a person but who was I to say otherwise.
“I’m Shirou… just Shirou.”
He gave me a small smile that spoke volume of his character.
“Starting from tomorrow on, you’ll be Emiya Shirou. Okay?”
For the first time in a long time forgotten, my lips turned up.
“Okay.”
AN: Well I already posted this story on my FF account, so I figured why not post it here. Just another Fate fic with elements of Grand order and other various works. Tell me what you think about it.
P.S. try and guess the Hero that was talking to Shirou. Here's a hint: it involves swords XD