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"Speech"
'thought'

"Spell/steps of spells"

Chapter 1 A new to a old home to an odd home

In a small village on the outskirts of Athens there was a huge fire consuming everything in its path. In the middle of the inferno is a young Japanese ginger boy walking thought the flames with hollow eyes. You may wonder what a kid of Japanese heritage is doing in Accent Greece? There is a reason I swear, he's from a magi family. One with a odd sorcery trait. It has never been named though. It is a trait of incarnatecy, in other words everyone of the bloodline was an incarnate of something.

But in the simplest terms they all posses different elements and origins but they are always the same. Be it fire, wind, or even something a odd as sun dial. They were all essentially living elements or objects. Now why his family was in Greece, his family fled there. The magi adviser to Japan's emperor kept his family as slaves for he did not see them as fellow magi or even humans just objects to be used and disposed of when no longer useful.

The family fled far enough away that they could not be taken back, far enough that they left their home country and beyond even that. Now for the reason the village was on fire, the war was upon them the Roman army was taking Greece city-state by city-state. Some went peacefully others ended up like they were now and so it is Athens turn to fall. That is how the boy got there. Forgetting everything he knows to survive, his family gone, his friends gone, his emotion gone.

But even then he was a child surrounded by fire, he would collapse. But before he could hit the ground he was caught by a women with long brown hair tied in a braid. He couldn't remember her face clearly but can remember her face screamed that of family, but her eyes are something he can not forget. They looked like fire trapped in her gaze, unlike the inferno around them. It was the fire used to cook a meal, it was controlled like a torch to light the way.

"You know young one, I tried my hardest to get them to stop this. But alas no one lessens to me anymore. They won't stop killing each other over this war." The woman said as she looked at the child in sadness. He was the only one she could save, to help guide him to a better life as she was meant to with humanity. Even if it coated her dearly. "You might be the only one I could save from this war but so be it, since I am fading from homes and families being destroyed I will use the last of my power to send you home in a more peaceful time. Hopefully you never go through something like this again." She said as she closed her eyes and started glowing gold. It grew so strong she looked like a freshly polished golden statue hitting light. With a flash she and the boy were gone from the ancient world, but only one going to the future.

Half a year later in Japan in the year 1999.

It has been 6 months since the boy came to the future. He was picked up by the police within a few hours after getting there. He passed out and was taken to the hospital. They assumed he was a escapee of the child kidnapper and serial killer that has been around as of late. They assumed his amnesia was due to a frantic experience at the kidnapper's hands. They gave him the name Shirou since it was the first thing he said as he awoke in a white hospital room. As Shirou was learning about this new time, he started to believe that he really was in a time of peace.

Then the Fuyuki fire started. It was as if his nightmare was coming alive. The fire that consumed his old life trying to take his new one. But within minutes he knew this was not the case, it was worse. The flames smelled pungent and evil as if the flames were just a shell for the destruction. He knew it was the case to. He saw people be burned to death by the last fire as he walked through it. But this one didn't burn it incinerated, those who couldn't move where ash within moments. So once again he blocked out the screams of agony, the pleas for help the screams of hatred for those he ignored.

He threw away his fear to not be held back by fright. He threw his hate away to make himself lighter, his sadness was discarded so he wouldn't stop and morn the dead, self-preservation was next as he had to walk if not run through those cursed flames. So once again he threw away everything. But once again he was outdone due to the body of a child. His legs began to slow, his mind gotten even more dazed, his vision gaining black spots, his lungs burning as the same intensity as the fire.

He knew he was about to die. He was barely conscious as he felt himself fall. But like last time he felt someone catch him before he fell. Shirou struggled to see who saved him. It was a man with spikey black hair and eyes, in a black suite and coat. At first Shirou beloved he was the reaper and he just didn't feel himself die. But then he felt something nice to the touch. Water or to be more accurate tears. The reaper no the man was crying with a look of bliss on his face at the fact he saved the boy. One thought entered Shirou's mind as he looked at that smile, that same smile the woman had. One that would follow him for the rest of his live.

'I wish I could be that happy.'

The first thing Shirou saw once he awoke was a white room, like the one his name came from. As he looked around he spotted the man in black sitting on a chair looking at him. He looked worse though. Rings under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in days, stubble showing he hasn't shaved. His smell indicted he hasn't washed himself either. Once the man realized that Shirou was awake he seemed to get better. His eyes gained a small spark of happiness. "What is your name?" He asked as Shirou had to take a moment to remember once again.

"Shirou. My name is Shirou and thank you... for saving me." Shirou said as he felt somewhat out of it. Maybe they had him on some pain relievers. "My name is Kiritsugu Emiya tell me do you remember your family?" He asked Shirou with a unreadable voce. Shirou shook his head signifying that he can't.

"Then tell me. Would you like to be my son?" Kiritsugu asked as Shirou was taken back a bit but nodded. "Yes I would like that." Shirou said an Kiritsugu nodded and got up and started to leave the room. "I will go fill out some papers then." Kiritsugu said as he closed the door the room. Shirou nodded going back to sleep.

A few months after the fire and adoption

"I am a magus." Kiritsugu said as he looked at his adopted son who looked at him in wonder. "Can you teach me magic?" Shirou asked him with hopeful eyes and a pleading expression on his face. "Magecraft and yes. But before we go any farther you must know A life of a magus in a walk with death. Each spell can result in your death. Can you live with that?" Kiritsugu asked Shirou this. He needed his son to know that magic was real at least. He had made many enemies during his work and if they went after Shirou for revenge he at least wanted him to know that's happening. "Yes. Even if it results in my death I will do this!" Shirou yelled with a smile on his face.

Kiritsugu was amazed at his sons stupidity. It has been three months since Kiritsugu started teaching Shirou magecraft and Shirou has been showing no progress. When Kiritsugu asked why Shirou said he wasn't able to create enough circuits to fuel the spells. Kiritsugu asked what he meant and found out Shirou was making make-shift magic circuits from his nerves. Kiritsugu knew it wasn't for Avalon healing him Shirou would either be a cripple or dead by this point.

This led to Kiritsugu having to teach him how to open his circuits and to Kiritsugu's amazement when Shirou unlocked his circuits he felt tons of od going through the boy. Kiritsugu had great circuits before the cure, 24 natural circuits each of them producing 25 units of od at max. But Shirou had 93 circuits, freaking 93 natural circuits each of them producing 35 units of od for a total whooping number of 3255 units of od. If it wasn't for the fact he hunted a great many deals of Dead apostles and married as well as had his daughter with a homunculus he would guess Shirou would be either of the two.

A few months of awakened Shirou's circuits Kiritsugu found out despite the quality of od he could produce the Shirou was still a horrid magus. Kiritsugu wasn't even sure his son can be called one. He could only do 5 spells. Reinforcement, Alteration, Structural Grasping, a advanced version of Graduation Air Shirou called Tracing and making bounded fields. But only ones that pushed away Gaia's presence. Kiritsugu couldn't teach him much else he was never a true magus just a spell caster. Maybe Ilya would teach her younger brother if he gets her on his next trip.

Day of Kiritsugu's death

"Hey Shirou did I ever tell you what I wanted to be when I was a kid?" Kiritsugu asked his child as he looked at the night sky. "Not really Dad you never talk about when you were a kid. Anyway what did you want to be?" Shirou asked as Kiritsugu. Shirou noticed his father had been acting strange, he was eating less, sleeping more and getting paler day by day. "I wanted to be a hero. To save people. To bad I couldn't do it though." Kiritsugu said as he felt his mid start to haze.

"Why couldn't you?" Shirou asked as he looked at his father. With out a moment to think about it Kiritsugu answered. "I got to old to be one." Kiritsugu said as he no longer was able to feel his legs. "Then I will be one since I am still young! I'll be a hero!" Shirou said as Kiritsugu smiled an closed his eyes for the last time

Years later

"Gilgamesh!" Shirou roared as his reality marble was facing its opposite The Gate Of Babylon. One held the originals the other held nothing but fakes, fakes of the highest caliber but fakes none the less. Whenever the gate shot be it swords axes, lances, hammers or anything else, Shirou copied it and sent two of the same to destroy it.

"Why don't you just die mongrel! Do as your KING commands and die!" Gilgamesh yelled as he saw another of his treasures be destroyed by the fakes. "Enough! Of you Faker! You have angered me enough to use my sword mongrel! Be happy you will die by the first sword!" Gilgamesh yelled as a he opened his gate and a golden hilt slowly came out of it. When Shirou saw it was just like Excalibur just further away. It made his head hurt a sword he can never truly understand. One that was truly just a image appeared in his mind. But that was enough to force him to trace it.

Judging the concept of creation:

To split the heavens and earth

Hypothesizing the basic structure:

The hilt is that of a long sword, the "blade" is drill snapped physically made for piecing with no ability to slash

Duplication the Composition Materials:

Unable to duplicate the metal does not belong to the earthly planes

Imitating the skills of it's making:

Unable to do so forging process unknown

Sympathizing with experience of its growth:

Rarely used due to wielder arrogance find most enemy unworthy to even look at the blade. Last used on Alexander the Great destroying his reality marble.

Reproducing the accumulated years:

Spent most of its life in the Gate barley over a weeks old

Excelling every manufacturing process:

Unable, flawed copy available, sturdy enough for just a single swing

Prana cost 1100 units to create to use another 1100 units

Green lines made themselves know as he was burning himself for creating the blade, powering it and maintaining his reality marble. Wire like lines accumulated in Shirou's hands until they took the shape of Ea. Once they were gone you could see the imperfections by just a glance. Some of the lines on the blade where out of place or just gone or twitching. Parts of the black blade turned red and red lines turned black. As Gilgamesh saw such a flawed copy of his most prized weapon he felt such a rage that is comparable to when he lost his best friend.

"DIE, IE, DIE, DIE, Die YOU FAKING MORGEL!" He yelled as the true Ea was raised above his head and started spilling, charging up for a great swing. Shirou copied the movement with his fake. Both spinning but with one difference Shirou's was faster. By the time the true Ea was on it's second cone the fake was on it's third. The reason for the speed is quite simple, the fake was quite weaker than the original. If you place a device that has a 1 hour battery life compared to the same device with a 5 hour battery life which would charge faster? The 1 hour one of course. Once Shirou's fake was done Gilgamesh's true Ea was on it's last cone. Shirou wouldn't allow it to be fired though.

"Enuma Elish!" Shirou yelled as he swung the copy of Ea. A current of black and red energy washed across the grass and sword cover ground. Shirou felt some pain as his Reality marble was forced back into his mind to avoid damage. But it was done Gilgamesh was gone. "Hahahahahah It's... it's over." Shirou couldn't help but laugh. "It's not over yet Faker!" A heavily injured Gilgamesh yelled he made him self known. He was missing a arm, had a gash on his chest and was leaking enough blood to feed a family of vampires for a month. His armor was ripped to shreds the only thing keeping his dignity was the red cloth of his armor.

"I refuse to die by your hands you insulate piece of trash!" But before they could restart their battle what could only be described as a black hole opened up behind Gilgamesh and pulled him in. But before it completely sucked him in a chain was shot out and grabbed Shirou. Gilgamesh was pulling himself up the chain. "Stupid Grail a servant can not be a core! Now release me so I can kill this trash and kill his allies and get my Saber!" Gilgamesh screamed as he pulled himself further out of the black hole.

Shirou knew what he had to do. With the last of his strength Shirou ran swords the black hole and tacked Gilgamesh into it sacrificing himself. With that the portal closed just as the red clad Archer servant appeared. "Damn I was just a bit off with my timing. Well at least I'll be gone before Rin gets a chance to bitch at me." Archer said as he broke into motes of prana.

In the grails core

"What is your greatest desire?" A disembodied voice rang out of the darkness. Stopping the Fake and the King before they could fight again. It was filled with both hate and love as if two voices were overlapping into one. "To kill this trash and take my Saber!" The king yelled wanting to be granted his wish. "Not you servant only a master can make a wish! Now master of the 5th Saber what is your wish?" The voice grew louder as the darkness consumed the golden king. Shirou knew it was tainted but he couldn't control himself. "To be a hero." A white light surrounded Shirou. "Well It may have taken me ten years but I am in control again now honey I'll grant your wish." The voice said as the half filled with love became dominate, it reveled itself to be a older version of Ilya. "Now good bye son. To bad I never got to actually meet you I always wanted a big family." The white light grew stronger until it blinded Shirou.

In Fiore!

Once he was able to see again he saw he was no longer in the darkness but a forest. He knew he was no longer on Earth, by one little tell. The mana in the air was great in amount. So much so that just breathing it replenished his od reserves fill. Well that and a giant green monkey with pink hearts on it's arms. A good second tell most could say.

Okay it will get better, I promise.

Anyway I just want to say a few things 1 this is a fanfiction so if I say Shirou can Trace Ea guess what he can Trace!