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Broken Fate.
Chapter 1: Under the Silver Moon.
The sound of steel meeting steel ring in my ear, but I pay no heed to it and keep running towards my enemy. With swords in both of my hand, I headed straight towards her.
The woman is clad in the lower half of a golden armor, and only wore something akin to a white bikini to guard her top. Her hair is blonde and was set into twin-tails. Her eyes were cold blue. She is standing on top of a snow-covered hill, crossing her gauntlet covered arm and scowling. From inside the portals near her, swords emerges and shot out at breathtaking speed. Her swords met with my swords, they clashed against their own replica which I have projected with my magecraft.
Her name is Angelica Ainsworth, and she is the only thing standing in the way of my wish. By utilizing her class card, she is fighting me from afar with that golden portal that shot out weapons of heroes of old, they are all Noble Phantasm. She didn't need to tell me the identity of her class card, I already know just by glancing at the swords she shoots at me.
The King of Heroes, Gilgamesh. That is the identity of her Archer class card. The oldest hero that slew the Bull of Heaven and ruled over the ancient kingdom of Babylonia, that is the power she holds, and the power I am opposing against right now.
The golden portals appearing near her is called the Gate of Babylon, it contains all of the weapons, items, and armor of all of the heroes that came after him. In short, that thing has every single Noble Phantasm in existence.
She sends another barrage of swords towards me, which I easily deflect with my own replica of them. The blizzard around us never stops, the moon above us is halfway fully covered, signifying something important which seems to escape me. I knew I could never win against her after all a fake can only go so far. But even so, I have to keep fighting. Miyu is counting on me, and I can't fail her!
"You damn faker!" She said with her face set in disgust and scowling. "Not only did you just keep opposing the Ainsworth family, you also have the gal to continuously destroy my treasure with all that fake swords of yours!" She shouted out, seething with rage at the sight.
"Heh, there were never any rules that stated a fake cannot defeat the original," I smirked as I said that. I never stop running towards her, I deflected any swords that comes too near myself. Even in this frozen landscape, I never felt any cold.
This place is my reality marble, Unlimited Blade Works. Few of the things I inherited from my own Archer Class Card was the origin "Sword" and element "Sword". Thus, effectively making myself an incarnation of sword. This world is my own world, this frozen landscape littered with countless of swords is my own inner world materialized and projected onto reality.
In short, this world comes from my own distorted perception of reality.
"If all you can do is throw your swords at me then,-" I remarked with my smirk still present. "You should have just stopped trying instead" I bluffed as I deflect another sword that came too close, breaking my own sword in the process, but I don't have to worry about that.
As I will it, another replica appeared in my hand. Every time she strikes, I will strike back with my own replica, this has gone for what seems like hours now. We both keep sending our swords at each other, in hopes that maybe we could get a lucky shot in, which could have never happen.
But if I could just get close to her, then maybe the situation will change. I reinforce my legs to their utmost limit, I was careful to not overdo it since it could break my legs or worse. With my legs reinforced, my speed increased drastically. I dance through the rain of swords, deflecting them and dodging them while countering her with my own barrage of swords.
We are near each other now, her gate shot swords faster than before. I desperately try to keep up, the sword that breaks in my hand I easily replace with another sword from my world.
"Hmmph! Distasteful." She remarks with disgust evident in her voice and sends everything towards me.
"All your effort will yield nothing in return," Angelica stated, arms still crossed and expression stoic. "You are just a worthless faker, everything here is just the worthless product created by the fake of a fake heroic spirit!" She finished her sentence with venom and resentment clear in her body.
Multiple gates appeared behind her, from there Durendal, Balmung, Merodach, Caladbolg, Gram and even Duridanna emerge from the golden portal and shot themselves towards me. Those are the weapons of legends, their rank is significantly higher than my own replica, but that is fine.
Because for what I couldn't match in quality, I will match it in quantity!
"Geez Angelica, now isn't that just harsh," I said with a smirk on my face, guess I inherited much more than just those combat capabilities huh.
Countless swords continuously fall down from the sky, they struck against the swords she sends, the sound of steel clashing against steel only become so much louder.
The moon almost reaches total eclipse, moment by moment the world seems to become so much darker. I dematerialize the swords in my hand and projected another sword. It is big, bigger than any sword I have ever held, this is the sword that the previous Berserker class card wielder had used.
"But I couldn't help it, after all," I remarked, pumping prana through my whole body, reinforcing my arms just to lift the sword.
"Even a fake has its uses!" I stated firmly and with nearly all of my strength, I implanted the gigantic stone sword onto the cold snowy ground of Unlimited Blade Works
It then shields me from her onslaught of weapons while I prepare myself for another attack. The rain of swords from before never stop clashing against her barrage of swords, thus providing me with more cover. I put my back against the gigantic blade made out of rock and projected another weapon, this time it is a bow, it is made out of material that is still not discovered yet in this world.
The bow is huge and black, requiring the strength of many men to even pull the string. It is a bow made to not to just fire off aarrow, but even Noble Phantasm as well. It is not a bow that is famous in legend nor myths. It is just a nameless bow for a certain nameless Heroic Spirit.
I projected another weapon in my other hand, it is one of the Noble Phantasm she just casually throws at me. It was Caladbolg, the Spiral Sword of Fergus Mac Roich from the Celtic mythology. Since the sword was just an imitation, its rank was downgraded from A+ to just A rank, but that could be easily fixed.
I overloaded the Spiral Sword with prana, reinforcing it further, to the point it becomes fragile and dangerous. I altered its shape to become much more aerodynamic, soon the sword changes its shape into an arrow.
The sword turned arrow was notched into my bow and I pull the string. The strength needed to pull it was enormous but I manage to pull it. I dashed to the side of the huge stone sword and shot the arrow.
"Caladbolg II!" I shouted the name of the Broken Phantasm. The swords she sends directed itself towards me, but I already dodge back behind the safety of my gigantic piece of rock. The arrow flew straight to her and all I see next was blinding light and an explosion. The ground quaked but I manage to hold onto the stone sword behind for support.
"What?!" Her voice can be heard amidst the explosion. Guess she didn't expect the explosion after all.
Her assault never stopped and I knew she is just fine. There is a reason why her card is the strongest after all.
But even so, this had provided me with an opening to strike. The smoke and dust from that last attack could cover my whole frame as I sneak by and strike her down. With no hesitation, I jumped at the opportunity. I projected a pair of swords into my hand and dashed into the smoke and dust.
The pair of swords that I projected was named Kanshou and Bakuya, the twin married swords that both he and I favored.
I ran through the smoke and dust, finally reaching where she stands. The expression on her face was that of someone whose trap has been sprung, and indeed it had sprung.
"Angelica!" I cried out out her name, I threw both my swords at her which was easily deflected as she grabbed a golden sword from one of her gates and slash at them. Kanshou and Bakuya were thrown back to behind her, but another pair was projected and I rush straight towards her.
Both of my swords were raised and ready. I slash at her in a cross-like form, Kanshou from the left and Bakuya from the right.
They have been blocked again, her sword pushed against my own swords. And her gate begins to surround me, weapons emerged from their golden shining portal and readied themselves for a dome-like attack structure.
"Fool." She remarked, her right hand on her hips. "Do you really think I will just let you attack me like this?" She said, confirming what I had thought about this opportunity.
"Tch," I mutter and jumped back, it seems that I have to cancel my plan of attack. In slow motion, I can see her gate shot at me, there is no escape route unless I make one. Their trajectory has been determined, but not all their timing is simultaneous.
With great precision and careful footing, I calculated their trajectory, dodge every weapon that can be dodged and slash at the weapon that I cannot evade. I moved with such skill and precise movement, I manage to survive her through her continuous onslaught and devise another set of plan.
I command numerous sword in this world to rain down on us once again, providing me cover as I quickly dash towards her again. Numerous gate appears in front and shot its content towards me, I slashed at them desperately. A few manage to nick my body, but nothing was too serious. The pair of Kanshou and Bakuya I have thrown earlier has returned, they flew through the air behind her.
And she didn't notice it.
Since they are the twin married swords, they can never be separated. If one is away from the other, then they would always meet again and I'm holding another pair in my hands.
"Ughhhh!" She screamed as my swords struck her from behind, easily cutting through her back as blood gush out from her wound. Both swords then struck the ground. The odd thing that strikes me was the fact that her skimpy top didn't drop even though it has been slashed.
Pushing that thought away, I jumped at the chance and overloaded my blades with prana.
"Trace Overedge!" I cried out with my face set into grim determination. I jumped at her, taking advantage of the fact that she has stopped firing her Gate of Babylon weapons at me. Both Kanshou and Bakuya transform into something akin to wings of black and white as I brought down the blade upon her.
But.
A hole appeared right underneath me and I fell right into it. I ended up appearing high above everything. I met the cold wind head-on, my hair and clothes flutter as I fell down to meet the ground. The only thought that crosses my mind was,-
'Spatial Displacement!'
I cursed in my mind, how could I forget the special ability of the Ainsworth family, it is a special branch of magecraft capable of cutting the distance between two space to easily transport something or someone. How could I ever forget it even after having experienced it before!
Suddenly, I can see two gigantic golden portals appearing up above and down below me, it's her doing again.
"I've had enough of this farce!" She furiously yelled from down below, as she clutches both her shoulder.
"Meet your death, Emiya Shirou!" She shouted out my full name, fully certain of what she just said. From the Gate down below I can see a gigantic blade rose up and shot itself towards me, it was huge, bigger than anything I have ever seen, it was even bigger than some of the skyscraper in the city.
I got a headache just by looking at it, information about that blade fills my mind. How it was made, when it was made, what material was used to make it and everything else. It was a divine construct, it cannot be easily replicated like all the other sword. And thus a solution comes into my mind.
"Trace!-" I intone with desperation clearly present in my voice, I reinforced my eyes to their upmost limit and analyzed everything about that sword. Prana sparked within my own body and almost overloading me. My mind was set into overdrive as I try to set everything I know about that blade. "ON!" With a cry, I finished my one line incantation as I continue to fall down. Sparks of prana began to erupt from my right arm and take shape as I throw it at the sword down below.
It wasn't perfect, nor is it even decent. The inside of the gigantic blade was hollow since I couldn't replicate everything about it and so I decided to just replicate the things I could. Some of its material was replaced with something else since it is easier that way.
The name of that gigantic blade was Ig-Alima: Green Field Cutting Through The Thousand Mountains.
Another blade emerges from the gate above me, and I did the same to it as Ig-Alima. Projecting two Divine Construct at once was an idiotic and suicidal move, but I know if I didn't do it then there will be no chance of survival for me.
Pain filled my whole body as my magic circuits burned from overuse, the strain it put on me was ridiculous, I could only yell in pain and determination to pull through. My whole body felt like it was ripping itself apart, and every single nerve in my body burned.
"ArrrrgghhhhHH!" I screamed out. Both replicas face the originals, the name of the second gigantic blade was Sul-Sagana, both blades was named after deities from the Sumerian mythology, and their power was beyond anything I have ever seen. The fakes and originals clashed, the tremors from it clashing could still be felt even from the air. I manage to land on the hard blade of my own replica of Ig-Alima as it clashes against the original. I run down the blade and dodge the swords she sends after me. My whole body feels like it is burning, adrenaline never stops pumping inside me as I jump from the gigantic blade and onto the solid ground below.
As I fell down, she fires another barrage of weapons from her Gate of Babylon. Having no time to retaliate quickly, I just projected a shield in front of me, it was shaped like a flower with seven petals. it is the exact shield I had used earlier. Rho Aias, the shield of Ajax.
Swords after swords hit the shield, but it continues to stay strong and hold against the never-ending onslaught of weapons from her until I finally crashed onto the ground and spat out blood. My concentration on my shield wavered, and in an instant it dematerialized.
I could only lay there on the ground, continuously coughing out blood. My body is failing, and it hurts to even breathe. After much struggle, I finally stood up. My body wavers and I almost fall off every now and then. I look at her, she is still clutching her wound on her shoulder.
Heh, serves her right for not wearing proper armor.
She continuously glares at me, teeth gritting and body trembling. It seems that she is still in rage from earlier.
"I must applaud you, faker." She stated through her gritting teeth, a gate appears beside her, she reaches into it and pulls out a key.
"Not only did you survive everything I had send at you, you also manage to wound me." She said with an emphasis on that last part. Another gate appears and it seems like it has a keyhole in it. What is she doing?
"But I think your insolence will end here as,-" She unlocks the gate next to her with the key, and pulls out….. something.
"The king demands it!" She finished what she said, the thing she pulls out was odd. The shape was weird like a cone, it has red strange markings on it. The guard and handle were completely made out of gold, that thing couldn't have been a sword nor even a lance. The feeling I got from it was alien, and I couldn't decipher anything about it all.
It was another divine construct and the most powerful of it all. I couldn't analyze anything about it, its history, its creation, its material nor even its name.
"Return everything to the beginning, EA!" She cried out the name of that thing. Finally giving me some clue to what it was, EA or originally Enki was the god of creation from the Mesopotamian era. To have that thing named after the god of creation must have meant it is powerful, powerful enough for her to bring out as her last attack.
The cone part of the thing was separated into three parts, each part rotates as she raises it up into the air. Crackles of red energy flash across the snowy plain, and I realize, this may be it.
"I'm actually quite honored that you would bring it out for me," I said to her with an uncertain smirk on my face, while this might be it, I couldn't just stop.
"Unfortunately, I don't have anything that might be enough to recompense for it and thus,-" I continued on with my rambling, as I willed everything in this world towards me, every sword, every lance, every spear, every knife, everything. They all gathered around behind me and flew.
"Let me pay you back with everything I have!" I screamed out, reaching my hands towards her every weapon I have in this world was then directed straight towards her, not a single thing was left behind in this all out attack.
"ENUMA!-" She shouted out, streaks of red flew everywhere, and everything seems so much brighter. She slowly brings down the thing and then the energy become so much more intense.
"ELISH!" She yelled out, and everything turns red.
The storm of swords above me flew and clashed heavily against the storm of red destruction that came from that thing, the crimson beam tore through my storm of swords, destroying everything that opposes it.
From normal swords, nameless swords, magic swords, legendary swords, demonic swords, cursed swords and even holy swords, everything was torn apart. But even so, I continue on, I have to stall as long as possible at least until my wish was granted.
From an outsider perspective, this might have looked like a stalemate, but in actuality, it was not and I am quickly losing.
Everything looks dark and grim, only a tiny bit of the moon was uncovered. Broken shards of swords fell down like raindrops, there is no hope in sight. The crimson red beam of destruction got closer and closer, as more shard of broken swords falls onto the ground. "Your efforts are futile, this is the strongest sword, even with all your fakes combined It can't possibly be beaten!" She stated with full certainty, her arm never shakes as she holds onto that overpowered thing.
I defiantly glared at her, my whole body tremble as I desperately reach out my hand.
Until.
Everything went white, my reality marble has dissipated into nothingness, I feel like something is missing, like a connection that has been cut off.
My eyes widen as I realize. It was Miyu all this time that had kept me going. The crimson red beam has finally reached me, my whole body was engulfed in it, but I felt nothing. Soon enough, my body reached its limit and I blacked out, but not before I heard one last thing.
"Hoh? Now isn't that just an interesting spectacle to behold." I hear a chuckle from somewhere but I can't place it.
"Young man, for giving me such entertainment, let me thank you by giving you this." The voice seems to be old and elderly, but that is all I can make out before I finally lose my consciousness.
?
What happened? The last thing I remember was taking the crimson red beam head on and losing my consciousness. What had happened? And why am I still alive? My throat hurts as I struggled to open both of my eyes, but when I finally did it. I was surprised to see where I am.
Trees, there are trees everywhere. I am lying somewhere on the ground in the middle of a forest, the first thing that crossed my mind was the fact I was nowhere near any sort of greenery the last time I was awake.
And second of all, why do I feel just fine? After all being blasted by that thing, powerful or not should have left me feeling something like pain for instance.
But instead, I feel just fine.
After struggling to get up, I finally stood up and with each wobbly steps, I manage to get myself near a river. The sensation of walking feels weird. As if I have never walked before with this body. My mouth has been feeling so thirsty, the moment my tongue met with the cool river water was like a blessing from god itself.
I drank to my heart's content, savoring every gulp. Until finally I decided I have had enough. I don't know where I am nor do I know what is going on, but what I do know for certain is that I have to find someone else soon. To ask about things, I steadily walked around the clearing, trying to find any road that might lead to civilization. Until I finally encounter something,
There laying against the tree was a young girl with blonde hair aged no more than 11 years old. I tried to rush towards her, but I tripped the moment I lifted my feet. After standing up again I finally make my way to the young girl, either she is sleeping or unconscious I couldn't tell.
But then she opens her eyes, they were blue like the ocean. She looks at me, blinking a few times until she mutters out the word.
"Fa…ker?"
I froze as soon as I heard that word. The only one who would call me in such a way was,-
"Ange…lica?" I stuttered as I said that name, hoping against all odds that maybe this was all just a coincidence, and maybe this little girl has mistaken me for someone else. But my hope was soon broken to pieces when she spoke.
"You...damned…faker, what…have …you…do,-" She then broke into a coughing fit. Her mouth must have been too dry to say anything, and she just forces it anyway. There Is no doubt about, this is definitely Angelica.
For a second there, I was considering on leaving her behind, as she is still my enemy no matter what form she took. But against my better judgment, I decided to help her.
I lifted her up and put her right arm over my shoulder. I decided to help her walk towards the river, I took a step forward, but then I felt something shoves me away. It was Angelica, she fell down the moment I let go of her.
"Hey! What are you doing? I am trying to help you." I say to her, annoyance clear on my face.
"Li..ke… I'd… need.. some.. faker...s… he-" She broke into a coughing fit once again. She covered her mouth with both her hands, and it looked pretty painful. So I decided to lift her up once again and walk her towards the river, This time she didn't shove me again as she still in her coughing fit.
I manage to bring her to the river and she does the rest. Like someone who has been lost in the desert for so long and didn't drink for days, she drank from the river with such desperation as if her life counts on it. But then she stopped and look at her reflection, she froze at what she saw.
Out of curiosity, I take a look at my own reflection on the mildly flowing river and to my surprise, I am young again. My auburn red hair that used to have white streaks in it, they now are back to their normal color along with the coloration of my skin. My face now looks younger along with the rest of my body.
"Now, what the hell is going on," I ask as I sit beside her, her throat must still be hurting, but if I don't get an answer soon, I'm gonna lose it.
"How should I… know faker." She answered me back as she lay on the ground, not willing to call me any other thing than faker. She is still in shock as evidenced by the look on her face.
"You are the one who…. did this." She glared at me with that hateful eyes of her, but I retorted back
"Oh I'm sorry princess, but I'm not the one that fired off that overpowered thing you call a sword." I finished my sentence with a glare towards her. We both glared at each other, but then she tries to sit up. I offered my hand to her, but she just swats it away.
"Keep your filthy hand off me, faker." She hissed at me with her glare increasing two-fold. She then manages to sit down on her own, keeping as much distance away from as she can, I sighed and just stood up.
"Hey, can you stand?" I asked her, it is about time we go out to search for any civilization, maybe we can find a short town not far from here?
"Sure I can faker." She said, still not letting go of her resentment towards me. She tried to stand up, but fail miserably when she falls down.
I sighed once more, offering my hands towards to her again. I fully expect her to swat my hands away for the second time, but against my expectation, she takes my hand and I pulls her up. She is still scowling, I have half the mind to remind her that it is better than sitting here all day.
But then.
"Hey, look at what we got here boys." A rough sounding voice comes from behind us. It was an old man, beside him was two middle-aged man, they were speaking English along with an accent. I couldn't understand a thing they said and only look at them with suspicion in my eyes.
"Hey boss, that little kid hairs are red, ya think he is of Scottish descent?" The man to his right asked the one in the center.
"Maybe, but look at that girl beside him, gonna be quite a looker when she grows up heh? The man to the left replied back to the one on the right, he is wearing a brown tunic with black leggings. A lecherous grin was beginning to creep up to his mouth as he stares at Angelica.
"Tch!" Angelica hisses. She glares at the man on the left. Whatever he said must have set her off
"Now, now let's not be hasty here." The man in the center said as he looks towards Angelica. A lecherous grin is also present on his face.
"If you two were to do as we ask, then there won't be any problem." He looks at both of us when he said that, again I know nothing of what they are talking about.
"As if I will do any of that!" Angelica shouted at them, her face completely furious and she spoke in perfect English. I could tell that she is trying to use her magecraft on them, but when I look at her face again, she looks pained.
Did something go wrong?
"But the thing here is though." The man on the center spoke again, arms crossed behind his back. "Ya don't have a choice, but to comply." He simply says that as he menacingly grins at us.
Hello everyone, CaffeineAddict here. This is my first ever fanfiction and I just updated this chapter and revised a few the sentences here and there. I also added a few more dialogue to add more characterization, that is all. Have fun reading!
P.S: Chapter 2 is coming out in few days.