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Fate/Amor Fati:

Prologue - Fait Accompli;

Tabula Rasa

Clouds cover the night sky over Fuyuki City. The city lights and resident houses illuminate the dark like stars. People sleep in the comfort of their homes. Employees work within the tall buildings. A few citizens are out for a midnight stroll or lounging about in groups. Late hours pass by, a calm atmosphere hangs above. Another night precedes without ruckus or anything eventful.

Pebbles quiver, a distant sound from beneath the surface begins. The noise grows closer and builds up intensity. Dread plagues the air, silencing many people within Fuyuki. Closer and closer, the distant rumbling rises in speed.

The ground bursts, a pillar of light erupts into the clouds. Its luminance blows away the cloudy blanket, revealing a full moon far away. For a while, the pillar of light ascends to the heavens. Its brilliance dies down to whence it came. Moments pass without action, and the night clouds swirl around where the light pierced the sky. A black hole peers down at the ground, billows of air rotating around its form. Its hue of red stains the night. From the empty portal, the fury of a thousand curses spills forth.

Grasslands awash in dark liquid sparks flames. Houses catch ablaze and spread. The river of fire from the underworld slithers throughout Shinto. The inferno blazes into the air, calming the wrath of an angry god. The dark portal shrinks into oblivion, leaving behind its mark on the world. A hellish nightmare that many will never forget or wake up from.


Debris collapse and wooden foundations tumble down. Among the fallen homes, an adolescent boy lays down against a broken wall. Brown hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. Ash smudges his round cheeks. Clothes torn here and there. And his brown eyes stare out into the open, reflecting the spiral of fire around him.

I'm alive in eternal damnation.

Embers dance in repetition. A cycle of rage and regret sings for those lost in the inferno. The smoke of desecration steals away the boy's consciousness. As death-incarnate blaze creeps closer, the boy's eyes slowly droop. Although the fire will claim his life, the warmth comforts him as his nightmare ends.

From a crack to a break, the ground collapses dropping him into the cold river. With a splash, his body sinks into the water. Out of luck or misfortune, the river washes him away from death's claws. The cold water makes him gasp for air, bubbles rising. Below the distorted surface, the light fades away. His consciousness drowns, but lingers holding onto the thread of fate for a miracle. The boy's body floats along the stream to the greater river.


In another place, the same scenario plays out. A boy walks among the fallen homes, curses and pleas call for him. His short auburn-hair sways in the warm breeze. His golden-brown eyes stare forward, empty of any hope. Step after step, he walks over the lives of many in order to preserve his own. Until finally, the strength in his body gives away.

He accepts his fate, waiting for the end to come. And yet, he cannot condone it. The fire surrounds him and the dark clouds block out any interference. He stretches out his hand toward the impossible. He hopes and waits for help to come. The moment lasts for a time, until finally he drops his hand- *Clasp* -only for it to be caught by someone else. A hand larger than his own grasps it, trembling.

"You're alive…" A masculine voice utters. His black spiky hair sticks out to the sides, bangs drape above his empty black eyes. He squeezes the boy's hand in confirmation of a pulse. A signal is sent back to him. The corners of his mouth slowly rise up. "You're alive… You're alive," his words hitch, as his body shakes. Droplets splatter on the boy's cheek. He looks up at the adult and sees tears trailing down the man's face. A heartfelt smile spreads across his sorrowful face. The man brings the boy's hand to his right cheek and closes his eyes in gratitude.

"Thank you…" he says to the child. The boy gazes at the adult, studying him. Soon, more droplets fall not only on him but the man as well. Rain drizzles over the fiery land. The man repeats over and over his gratitude to the boy, as if he was saved, "Thank you... Thank you." In those empty black eyes, the boy sees a joyous beauty within, envious of him.

And so, the man who saves him- who saves himself in turn- picks up the child and leaves the wasteland.


The man carrying the child in his arms walks along the riverbank. The silent night slowly breaks away as sirens draw near. As he strolls, he glances at the boy he rescued. He notices the child is looking at something, "Hmm…?" Curious, he follows the boy's line of sight and stops. Floating on the river's surface, there was another boy with brown-hair. Shocked, the man gently rests the boy on the ground and dives in.

He freestyle strokes toward the unconscious boy. His arms swipe away at the surface and his legs kick back the water faster. He manages to grab onto the child and swiftly strokes back to land. Laying the unconscious boy next to the adolescent from before, the man places his ear near his mouth and listens.

No breathing. He places his head on the boy's chest listening. No heart beat. Desperation takes a hold of him. The man places his hand on the boy's chest, straightens his arm, and does thirty compressions. "Hah… hah… hah…" He stops and then places his hand on the boy's forehead and tilts it back. He uses his other hand and lifts the boy's chin up and opens his mouth. He listens for normal breathing but hears nothing. Quickly, he pinches the nostrils and gives the boy one rescue breath. He watches to see if the chest rises but to no avail and delivers a second rescue breath, still nothing. The man repeats the cycle again as the auburn hair boy watches. As the third cycle ends, the man is about to give up hope.

The brown hair boy spits out water, coughs and lays back down, "Hah… hah…" Relief washes over the adult's face. Divine mercy let him save another person. For the second time that day, he cries for another person he saved. Opening his eyes, the brown-hair boy looks up and sees the man weep for him in joy. Just like the boy to his side, he studies the man as the rain ceases to be. The night comes to an end as the clouds part. Sunlight peeks over the horizon. The young survivor basks in its radiant warmth, falling back into slumber.

I found salvation.


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