Chapter 1: Rebirth of a Miracle
Well this is my first time writing. These are some ideas I had for Fate series, all of which revolves around Shirou Emiya. I confess that his plight is something I sympathise with, but I think he could have been guided to be better. Please forgive me for any mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Shirou Emiya and Fate Stay.
HELL
That was only thing that came in the young boy's mind as he moved through the burning landscape. All around him flames consume all that stood against them, unflattering in assault. The fire was unnatural, the boy could sense, cursed and alive, actively seeking anything alive and devouring them. He could hear those that were struggling, their screams as they were devoured, their cries for help, for anyone to save them, yet the boy moved on unflinching, ignoring everything around him, he continued on, his rusty blood red hair and fair skin covered in soot and ashes, his molten gold eyes blank and filled with tears. As he moved in the fire the Curse turned to devour him, slowly feeding on his soul trying to crush his existence. As if in a stroke of survival instinct he first gave away his memories, then his fears, his emotions, until it was only his will that kept him going. At last, his legs gave out and he fell. He lay there, unable to move any further, using all his will to remain conscious. The heat around him became unbearable with each passing moment as if targeting solely him, trying to erase his existence, thick black burning mud covered him, smothering and suffocating him. He desperately reached out his hand, struggling to get out until his eyes closed to darkness.
The Curse, containing the essence of All World's Evil, The Angra Mainyu, ravaged through the burning field searching and feeding any living soul it can come across. It ravaged through the field menacingly inflicting curses upon everything it covered. Its attention was then drawn to a single human that traversed through his field, trying to flee, like a hound chasing a prey, It attacked the child expecting a quick work only to meet with unexpected resistance. Enraged it reasserted its effort to devour the insolent soul that dared deny his power. Slowly it began to devour his target, meeting with stronger resistance until it can no longer overpower its foe. In its thirst for destruction It used all of its essence to overpower the human soul, thrashing in glee when the resistance gave out and its target stopped moving.
Darkness
Eternal darkness greeted him the moment his consciousness slipped from his body. He wondered whether this was his fate, to spend eternity alone in darkness. 'What a depressing thought', he observed. His soul grew restless after a while, indignation slowly creeping in his being. The thought of dying did not fare well with him, much less going without a fight. He longed for a chance to live and moved his entire essence to find a way out, searching in a sea of darkness. After an eternity, he saw bleak light in a distance and he struggled to get close. However the closer he got, the harder it got for him to move. He struggled with all his might to see the light until he heard an ethereal voice, faint but clear, strange but pleasing, distant yet resonating, asking him, "What is it you desire?" "I want to live." He answered resolutely. "Very Well, My King", was the reply. Suddenly a blinding light filled his vision and he closed his eyes instantly. When he opened them, he was greeted with a magnificent and unrealistic sight, a whirlpool of colours stood before him all entering a single point. At that moment he knew where he was and will be. "Akasha", he whispered, as he felt himself being pulled away. As he opened his eyes to the real world, he saw a grown man with black hair and eyes, kneeling beside him. The man on seeing him cried tears of joy thanking him repeatedly. On his face was probably the brightest smile he will ever witness, crying profusely, yet his visage was of that of utter happiness. 'I wish I could protect that smile' the boy thought as closed his eyes once again.
Sheath
It was a sheath. Magnificent and beyond beautiful, it represented the desire of peace its true owner once possessed. 'The Ever distant Utopia'. It had protected its owner faithfully from any harm until it was forced to part ways. It had been lying in a ruin when the men found it and took it. He had felt the presence of its owner until she disappeared a moments back. Now as it was being placed inside another human, it felt the presence of his current wielder resonate through Its core. A presence that was shockingly familiar to its true owner yet strange. It felt itself empathise with its wielder and made a decision that will shake fate for times to come. At that moment, Avalon, the Sheath of Excalibur, accepted its current wielder as Its new KING and so the World bathed in the light of a miracle.
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Finally, it's over. Sorry for such a lengthy Chapter. I starting to write and that is without a beta. I hope its good. Please feel free to read and review.
