Hello people of fanfiction, as you can see I am a new writer. This is an idea that I have been thinking about for quite some time. Although the protagonist is going to be an OC you can take this story as if Shirou Emiya had lived in an older era? But even so, there will be differences between the King of Fakers and Emiya, otherwise writing this story would make no sense. My intention is to write this character's story and then use it in crossovers with the same Fate franchise or others. It would be confusing if I started a story with a character that's only in my mind and nobody knows where it came from. Since he's going to be a heroic spirit, this will be his legend.
Without anything to ad, let this story begin.
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights over Type-Moon or the Fate franchise.
AD 45, Great Britain, a small village is currently on fire. Between the debris and the corpses, a child could be found walking, seemingly regardless of the situation around him. This one was approximately 6 years old, with light brown short hair and ochre eyes. He remained advanced, his eyes devoid of life, driven by the basic instinct of survival.
In the background you could hear a cacophony of screams, some asking for help, others agonizing and even some that seemed completely inhumane. The boy covered his ears in a desperate attempt to remain foreign and went on, until his body gave way to pain and exhaustion, collapsing with his face facing the sky .In this one you could see a bright full moon that stood out over the smoke. The boy extended his arm upwards with his last forces in an attempt to catch her, but, hopefully, failed.
About to surrender, before his arm fell to rest on the ground, he was suddenly seized by an unknown hand. The owner of this was a grown man with gray black hair and equally black eyes. This one, after seeing that the child was still alive, burst into tears suddenly and began to repeat "you're alive" and to thank him with a smile on his face. From another's point of view it seemed that the adult had been saved instead of the child. The boy finally ran out of energy and passed out.
Boy's perspective.
Little by little I regained consciousness, by the time I opened my eyes I realized that I was no longer in that hell. I was lying on a single bed at ground level inside what appeared to be a cabin made of wood. At the moment I hear a voice recording beside me "Wow you seem to finally wake up." Turn my head slightly so I can see the owner of the voice. I could recognize him as the man I saw before I lost consciousness, kneeling beside me. Seeing that he had my attention he spoke to me, "My name is Marcus Edevane; you could say that I'm the one who saved you from the fire, what's your boy name?"
After a few moments I managed to answer "Finn". For some reason it cost me more than I thought to answer that simple question."
"Finn huh, that's good name, and your last name?"
I tried to remember but for some reason I couldn't, so I answered: "I don't remember."
"Is that so? So do you remember anything about your family, someone who didn't live in that village that can take care of you?"
Again I could remember absolutely nothing, neither my parents, my family and practically nothing of my life before the fire other than my name, so I responded again negatively.
"Well, I guess after going through that experience, it's no wonder you don't remember anything. So, since there's no other choice, you want to stay here in this little home and be cared for by an old stranger you just met as me?".
Without much thought I nodded, after all I could not find anything wrong with living with the person who saved me from that hell.
"Well, I guess from now on you'll live here and be my son. Oh, before I forget, I have to tell you, I'm a Magus."
That statement surprised me, but before I could say anything my tummy started to make a noise.
"I'll bring you something to eat; you must be hungry after several days unconscious."
That said I tried to incorporate myself, but I felt a sudden burst of pain all over my body, returning to falling back into bed. Marcus came up and helped me by leaning against the wall behind me.
"Your body is not completely healed yet, so don't overexert yourself for now."
Then he stood up and went to a corner of the cabin where there was what looked like a wooden kitchen bench, like the rest of the place. Above the site was something wrapped in cloth and what looked like a glass of clay. He brought me both objects, the glass was full of water inside the cloth there were a few pieces of meat apparently already cooked.
"I prepare them in advance for when you wake up; eat it to regain some strength."
That said, I listened to him and started eating. The silence hovered in the place, so to break it I asked him: "What do you mean by you're a "Magus"?".
"I knew you'd ask sometime. The explanation of the term "Magus" is quite complex, at the moment you can think of me as someone who can perform magecraft or, if you prefer magic. I actually had to use some healing magic to heal you. Although you weren't that hurt on the outside, your lungs were pretty damaged from the smoke and a lot of your muscles were torn."
I wanted to ask more about it but, as he said it was a long explanation, so to change the subject I asked him about the incident I was involved in. "Were there any more fire survivors?"
"No, I just found you alive. Actually, the fire wasn't caused by the fire. In reality the fire was not caused by something "mundane", the village in which you lived was attacked by Magical Beasts, the fire itself was probably started during the attack."
After hearing that, a doubt arose in my mind: "What is a "Magical Beasts "?".
"You can think of it as a supernatural creature like an animal with the ability to use magic, like the ones in the stories."
He then told me how he related to the fire. "I was also there at the time buying groceries. Although I was able to get rid of most of the beasts, the fire had already started, and also the one who looked like the leader of the pack escaped."
By this point his expression had lost all calm and he was clenching his fists. I could see that he felt very badly that he could not avoid the tragedy. Marcus realized how he was at the time and decided to calm down.
To resume the conversation this time I asked him about me. "Then why did you save me?".
"I really don't know. It may have been because of remorse, guilt or euphoria of the moment. But anyway, I think helping people is not bad.
Those last words were etched into my soul. I spent some time thinking about it as I finished eating. Once finished I resumed the conversation with Marcus: "Do you live here alone, or does anyone else in your family live here?"
He kept thinking for a few moments before he answered me: "I guess it's okay for me to talk to you about me, after all, from now on I'll be looking after you. To answer your question, I live alone although I have relationships with a small town near here. Besides, I'm the only one left in the Edevane family.
"Oh, I'm sorry." It was the only thing I could answer to that revelation.
"Don't apologize, you couldn't have known. Anyway, the members of my family were Magus, they always taught us that "to be a Magus is to walk with death", especially considering what we were doing. We were hunters of Phantasmal Species, with the "purpose" of protecting ordinary people from the threat they pose. Because of this, the beasts started trying to get rid of us too, until in the end it was just me."
After this he turned to look at something hanging on the wall. When I noticed, I noticed that they were a pair of sheathed swords. "Those swords you see there, their names are Redeemer and Retriever. They are swords that my family created for the sole purpose of exterminating Phantasmal Species. I used them to destroy the ones that attacked your village. I recommend you don't get too close to them, although their scabbards perform a seal function, they're cursed"
It took me a while to assimilate all the information. While I was thinking, my eyes began to close. Marcus then spoke to me again.
"I'd say that's how far my story goes. You should rest, I think with another day or two you should be all right now."
When I listened to him, I lay down in bed and fell asleep.
It's been several years since Marcus adopted me. This one didn't have a job as such, so we lived off the hunt. We ate off the animals he hunted and got money selling furs and leather in the little town near our cabin. As Marcus was a man of considerable age, he decided to teach me how to hunt and cook so I could live on my own in case anything happened to him. As part of this training I learned to use the bow, which I was quite good at.
I also asked him to teach me how to use magecraft. At first he did not agree, arguing that it was very dangerous, but in the end he agreed on the pretext of being able to defend myself in case I am attacked by a magical beast. After explaining to me the basics of the magecraft, Magus Families, mana, od and prana, Marcus told me that he found magical circuits in my body while healing me, about 50, an average amount for the current Magus. Activating them was a painful process, it took a while for me to get used to the active circuits.
Even so, apart from the basics, I could learn nothing more because of my origin and singular element, both were sword. Marcus theorized that I descended from a blacksmith or something like that. In the end I only had structural grasp, reinforcement, projection and alteration. Basic spells and, for most Magus, unhelpful, but since it was the little I had I devoted dedicate to perfecting them.
Marcus showed me quite a useful use in my opinion of reinforcement, reinforcing your own body in order to achieve superhuman strength, endurance and speed. But it had to be performed with care as one could explode if it was reinforced beyond the limit.
Also because of my affinity, I excelled in the analysis and projection of swords. In fact, the projection was supposed to create empty objects that disappeared over time, but somehow I managed to make projections of swords that preserved history and materials and only disappeared if they were broken.
Finally, I trained my skills with a sword; after all it was one of the few things I was good at.
It was not an easy life, but it was a good life. But the only reason I decided what you could say to make me strong was to pursue my dream. A dream I've begun to admire ever since I heard Marcus' words "helping people is a good thing, after all, do I need any reason to help you?". From that moment on I decided to dedicate my life to helping and saving people. And for that I need power, to save them all and to prevent the hell in which "I was born" from happening again.
Until now I have devoted myself to helping my father and the inhabitants of the nearby village. It always made me happy to see people's smiles when I helped them. Maybe one day I'll get that smile Marcus had when he saved me.
I woke up suddenly at night. I still regularly dreamed of that hell, although after several years I got used to it. I looked at the bed next to mine and I realized that my father was not there. I decided to go out to look for him.
I found him sitting on the edge of a hill near our home, watching the full moon. She had grown older; her hair was now completely white and no longer had the same vitality as when she adopted me. I realized that moon looked like the one I saw in the fire. I sat next to him and when he didn't notice, I said: "If you're going to sleep, do it in the cabin or catch a cold."
It seems he did react to this and replied: "I guess I spaced remembering some things."
"Remembering things, like what?". I answered with curiosity. After thinking about it, I sighed and answered: "I guess it's about time I told you about the true nature of the Edevane family. As you know the Edevane family was an ancient family of Magus, as such their goal was to reach the Root. What made it different from the rest was that they decided to investigate the species of Phantasmal Species that were manifesting on this plane. They believed that by investigating these beings belonging to the reverse side of the world they could find some clue to achieve their goal. For this, protecting mundane people was just a facade so that other families would not try to interfere in their research.
He paused briefly and continued. "I myself was trained as a child, to become a killing machine for the sole purpose of obtaining specimens for the heads of the family. But since I was born, the Edevans were already in decline. The investigation did not bear much fruit, and being the target of the beasts only accelerated the process. I was on a mission when the main house was besieged and destroyed. When I found out, all I thought was that I was finally free; I could have a normal life, away from the battlefield. And that's how I ended up here."
I remained silent; there was much information to assimilate. I finally came to a conclusion. "Well, I don't care what you were in the past, you'll always be the person who saved me."
Hearing that, Marcus' resigned face began to smile. We stayed in comfortable silence there until Marcus broke it.
"But enough about me, let's talk about you, Finn, what do you want to devote your life to? , I doubt you'd want to remain a mere hunter forever with all the effort you put into training. Plus I see you smile every time you help someone in town."
I already knew the answer to that question so I answered instantly: "I want to dedicate my life to helping and saving people, I want to be a hero so that hell can't happen again. I want to pursue my dream of saving them all." As I responded, I rose and stretched my fist to the moon.
Marcus was surprised, not only by the answer but by the sheer determination in my eyes and behind my words. Then he smiled and replied: "That is a beautiful dream to pursue; I am glad that you have not decided to be a magical beast hunter with an absurd purpose. I don't think I need to tell you, but you have my approval."
Although I always thought I would say something like that, I am relieved and I welcome that answer. As I began to fall asleep again, I got up to go to sleep but my father interrupted me.
"Before you go I want to give you this," he told me by taking out what looked like a red blanket. "This coat was enchanted by some ancient Magus of my family with protections against ghostly beasts and not very powerful magecraft. It is the only legacy I have left of the Edevans that is not cursed as a Redeemer and Retriever. I am sure it will be useful to you." This one had two pieces, a top in the form of a pair of sleeves for the arms joined together in the back by a piece of metal and the front by white threads tied together. The lower part was configured to hang from the hip protecting the sides of the legs.
Inevitably I got excited, but then I got a little depressed when I saw that that wasn't mi size. "Don't worry; it's also enchanted to fit you when you put it on. I also want to tell you that you can use my combat armor has the same enchantments as the mantle" This moved me; I had structurally analyzed that armor many times and still fascinated me. The armor was a formed by a chest made of steel of an impressive quality altered with magic to be flexible, magical beast leather pants with steel plates to protect important areas like knees, and finally a pair of boots made of the same leather with soles made of steel. The set was made to get a good protection against the supernatural without sacrificing mobility. These objects would be very helpful for when I begin to pursue my dream.
My father's voice removed me from my euphoric state. "I'll just tell you not to make the same mistakes as me and my family, don't become a killing machine with vague targets."
"Quiet father, I will become a hero of and save everyone, I will make sure everyone is happy." "That really makes me really happy son, I guess I can rest in peace now."
At that moment I decided to go to sleep without realizing the true meaning of those words. That was the last time I could talk to my father.
I will always remember that night, the night where I reaffirmed my motivation to follow my ideals, and in which I lost the one person I considered a loved one.
And here comes this prologue. How about, what did you think? I apologize if my English is not the best since it is not my mother tongue.
Anyway, even though Finn has the same distortion as Shirou, and, therefore, will have an Unlimited Blade Works, here we can already see the first differences between the two of them. Finn is properly trained as Magus, as well as being from an older era, where magecraft is not in decline, his magical reserves are much larger. He doesn't have Avalon either.
But the most important difference is that he didn't borrow his ideals. He decided to dedicate his life to them to achieve happiness, not to continue his father's dream.
In the next chapter we will see the progress of our protagonist in magecraft, the action will start and will begin his journey to become a hero and save them all.
Finally, do not wait for the next chapter soon, although I will try not to make the wait too long. With this, I say goodbye for now.