The weather was cold today.
A hooded man stood in front of an ancient castle lying in ruins, the wind howling in his ears as the air nipped wherever he was not covered up.
Shivering, he headed inside.
Out of the entire castle, only parts of the structure remained intact, with only a few of its towers still standing proudly against time. Carrying some wood, he took shelter underneath a section that still had a roof that was open on all sides and started a fire. Hugging himself, he shrugged off a long, wrapped package off of his back and hugged himself, breathing on his hands every once in a while.
Hearing whispers, he snapped his head around, trying to pinpoint its origin.
Nothing.
He sighed and turned back to his little camp. 'I'm starting to turn paranoid,' he thought to himself. It was just rumors that this land was haunted. Just rumors. Tales of wizened old ladies used to scare little children into behaving.
But he still couldn't shake off the existence of that whisper away.
And here it was again, whispering unintelligible nothings into the air.
The hooded man couldn't bear to take it any longer, and he stood up, yelling towards nobody, nothing, and nowhere in particular, "What do you want with me?!"
After moments of pregnant silence, when he really thought that he was going insane, the whisper began to spoke clearly. "See."
He paled and inched himself closer to the fire. "Who... who are you?!"
The voice sighed as a foggy form began to materialize out of thin air. "They called me the King of Kings then."
"The... King of Kings?!" He stopped, hugging the clothed package.
"Yes. And who might you be?"
"I... I'm nobody important. Just..." He unwrapped it. Inside laid an intricate sword, sharp as an angered tongue, the hilt covered with shadows-literally. Along with it was a golden grail, intricate and inlaid with several precious gemstones, fit for only a king of the highest order to drink out from. Taking away them all, a golden bow lay, crackling with lightening when he picked it up. "I need to store these somewhere. All of these."
However, the ghost of a king paid his words no heed, his "eyes" fixated at the golden bow. "You have... his bow?" He reached out to touch it, then suddenly snatched it from him and was somehow able to hold the bow, carefully inspecting it. "After all these years..." He closed his eyes and gave it back to the hooded man. "Destroy it."
He blinked in surprise. "What?"
"Destroy it. I will take care of the Sword of Souls and the Sacred Chalice myself, but you must destroy the Thunderbird Bow. No one else is to wield it. It was only meant for him." His voice was solemn and dark, regretful and sorrowful.
"Who is this 'him'?" the hooded man dared to ask, his voice slightly quivering in fear.
"He is like you, like my best knight, like many other heroes and heroines whose legacy and name will never know the glory of song. Funny how I am the one in charge of them. They simply like to call themselves..."
A/N:
Is this a remake of my old self-insert fanfic? Yup. What is different? My irl friends won't be there, all Fate/Stay Night elements will be taken out (except for Jeanne D'Arc because she's fabulous), and I don't exactly know what to do with the Holy Grail. I will also be adding some new things... what things, I cannot tell you, for it will spoil the story for you. :3
Also, don't expect another update for at least half a year. I wanna upload a couple more things before returning to this, although I am writing some random parts of it down on old-fashioned pencil 'n paper for reference.
Ciao.