Here's my newest fanfiction, based of off Fate Machina VARDANT from Alulim. It doesn't look like he's going to be updating in the foreseeable future so I thought I'd make my own spin on it. Following the manga of Linebarrels not the anime.
Anyway read, enjoy, review. You know the drill by now.
Prologue Start
I AM THE BONE OF MY SWORD
Today was never destined to be a normal day. Today Shirou Emiya was tasked with eliminating a dead apostle that had taken up residence on the outskirts of a large city.
The twenty year old man had not been complacent during the four years since the holy grail war. It had been four years of relentless research, practice, violence and bloodshed.
For the person that is Shirou Emiya cannot stand idly by while the innocent suffer.
But then if he were any different, he would not be able to call exceptional people such as Rin Tohsaka and Waver Velvet his friends and allies.
Because Shirou Emiya learned something very important from the servant EMIYA.
No matter what, you cannot save the world alone.
Despite that; when the call to action comes, Shirou Emiya will not stand Idly by.
STEEL IS MY BODY, AND FIRE IS MY BLOOD
Reiji Moritsugu was experiencing the worst day of his life.
Even for a boy that could feel no pain, his heart was unbearably painful.
But then; when your best friend is responsible for the death of your beloved sister, the wounds inflicted are much more than skin deep.
Worse still, the police had mistaken him for the culprit. Hunting him as though he were no more than a wild animal as he desperately tries to escape. To find somewhere safe simply so that he may have time to think, time to decide what to do, time to mourn.
What do you do when your whole life falls down around you?
Without stopping to find an answer he had escaped into the forest.
He had no idea just how important that decision would prove to be.
I HAVE CREATED OVER A THOUSAND BLADES
The Enforcers had done their job. They had herded the apostle and his dead into a network of caves. Now it was time to eliminate them all in a single swift attack.
Shirou would be at the front of their charge. There was no other place he would accept being.
No one would complain, Shirou Emiya was quickly becoming a legend in the battle against the enemies of humanity.
Amongst the Enforcers assembled, there were many that had worked with the young hero before. Among those men and women there were two words that brought them hope when fighting those that seem to be immortal.
"Trace on."
Married blades of black and white tore through the rotted flesh of the dead.
Swords made to be arrows ripped through the air and returned the dead to dust.
His blades were legendary. His bow unmatched. For they carried the skill of heroes, and they taught their wielder well.
The only thing Shirou Emiya would thank the hero Gilgamesh for, is the fine collection he had let him copy.
The dead and their apostle were trapped. So they resorted to collapsing the tunnels upon the hero and the Enforcers. Sealing off all the entrances and exits. Leaving the hero and the Enforcers trapped with a small army of the dead.
This would be a battle where only two outcomes are possible.
Either the living would prevail, or they would join the dead.
Unbeknownst to them all, a slumbering Titan was awaking.
UNAWARE OF LOSS, NOR WARE OF GAIN
Reiji managed to find shelter in the form of a shallow cave halfway up the small mountain.
If he had kept on walking through the rain, his future would have been drastically different.
As it stands, he stopped to rest.
The sounds of battle and bloodshed meant nothing to the young boy, for at the distance he was he could not identify them.
It did not take long for that to change, for barely half an hour after finding the cave. The floor collapsed.
WITHSTOOD PAIN TO CREATE WEAPONS, WAITING FOR ONES ARRIVAL
The Titan had awoken.
A battered creature of steel, bearing the wounds of countless battles. Impaled upon its own sword. Yet it moved. And it fought.
Perhaps labeling the dead as a threat to its own existence. Perhaps realising that the caves may collapse upon it.
All that is certain, is that the Titan of steel was vicious. It was precise.
But not once did it touch an Enforcer. Though the Enforcers number had dwindled to less than a handful.
Shirou found himself fighting alongside that Titan, grateful for its presence yet mindful of its purpose.
Things such as that are seldom meant for the well being of mankind.
In the hero's mind, the Titan was a being of legend. An angry god that had burst from the ground to strike down those that had crossed it.
However Shirou Emiya soon found something more important to occupy his attention.
The roof of the cave, above a large gathering of the dead, had collapsed.
And with it a child had fallen.
Landing meters away from the living corpses.
That was unacceptable.
Too many had already died, Shirou Emiya would never turn his back on another. Especially one that could not defend themselves.
With speed greater than what any normal human could manage, he sped towards the dead. Intent on saving the boy.
Unfortunately, the Titan did not ignore the existence of that gathering of the dead.
I HAVE NO REGRETS. THIS IS THE ONLY PATH
Shirou Emiya reached the boy in time.
Placing himself between the boy and the dead, he became an impenetrable barrier of steel.
None could pass.
Any that attempted were met by his twin blades of black and white.
To Reiji Moritsugu, this was all too much.
It was as though he had fallen into a completely different world. A world of monsters, bloodshed and madness.
It was like a scene out of a heroic tale; the unmatched hero standing in defence of the defenceless.
For Reiji Moritsugu, the boy that claimed to want to be an ally of justice, the man before him was the pinnacle of that.
But the Titans blade was already in motion.
The Titan had seen those that threatened its existence. And the Titan had meant to end theirs.
But the Titan may have misjudged the young hero.
For the hero had removed the threat, but had also placed himself in the path of its ire.
The Titan could not halt fast enough.
The hero had seen the blade too late.
In the final moment before the blade met the hero, he had chosen to save the boy. Throwing him out of the blades reach, then crossed his twin blades in defence.
It did little good.
The Titans blade was unforgiving.
It lifted the hero off his feet and carried him into the wall of the cave. Mercilessly crushing him, turning his organs into little more than paste.
Yet when the Titans blade was removed.
The hero refused to fall.
The hero stood once more.
The hero placed himself in defence of the boy once more.
And the hero held his ground until the very last opponent was vanquished.
In the end, only the boy, the hero and the Titan remained.
And the hero spoke.
"Are you... alright?"
The boy answered.
"I'm alive."
The hero smiled. Still standing in defence of the child,half turned to see him.
"I'm glad."
Then the hero fell.
And then the hero died.
SO AS I PRAY, UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS
Prologue End
All right. There's the prologue to my newest story. I wanted to try a different opening than usual. What does everybody think?