AN: This is a redo of my Fate/Phantasmal Night fanfic I wrote in Beast's Lair. This story is set on the Fate/Prototype Universe which consists of OC characters aside from a couple of Canon Servants I will use on this story. I planned to paste this on my other fanfiction net account but decided to make a new one instead. I know that most people is not aware of the whole plot/setting of Fate/Prototype so here are some key details about it:
Fate/Prototype HGW was devised by the Holy Church and one of its Cardinals created the Holy Grail.
The Servants are rank in terms of strength from 1 to 7. The Ranking is constant from: Saber, Berserker, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Caster, and Assassin.
The Masters are assigned with a rank as well under the hierarchy of Angels with the first one being Seraphim and the last Princes.
Like the Fate/stay night counterpart, this Holy Grail War also has its dark secrets.
This war is set on Tokyo rather than Fuyuki.
The First Holy Grail War ended with no victor. The Second Holy Grail War, canonically, has yet to end but this fanfic aims to create an entirely different story from both Holy Grail War while retaining the concepts of the story.
I hope everyone gets the gist behind the setting. Have a happy reading and please review
Fate/Phantasmal Night
"She stood there like an angel. Enveloped by a dazzling gleam of azure and silver, she turned around to look at my bewildered eyes. Her astral eyes stared at me as if curious to my existence. Her soft lips moved as she asked me,
"Art thou my Master?"
SYNOPSIS
Set 40 years after the events of the Second Holy Grail War in Tokyo.
After the failure of the first two attempts, the Holy Church managed to retrieve fragments of the destroyed Greater Grail from the events of Fate/Prototype. Deeming the span of 8 years a mistake, they decided to recreate it and harness its power 'longer' to ensure its success for the third and final attempt.
The story follows Kurayami Shiho, a third-rate magus who was born in a dying magus lineage of the Kurayami family. On his 18th birthday, he was given a book about runes made of wolf's skin by his younger sister. He, who seldom practiced magecraft all his life due to his dislike of it, was requested to enter the Holy Grail War in order to revive his clan. Refusing the offer, Shiho left home in order to reject his magus lineage.
A sudden twist of fate ripped his life after the event. As he went back home to reclaim his belongings, he found his father, sister and grandfather dead, butchered by a giant in steel armor. Ending up cornered inside his father's workshop, Shiho was left to die before a woman wielding a radiant silver sword saved his life.
PROLOGUE
The moon was divided into two: a side of white and a contrast of black. It was the eve of Winter when his fate changed. Or, was his fate has always been intended to end to this? He asked that question to himself as he ran from the mansion's corridor to the garden on the back. A large roar was then heard from the direction to which he came from, "Think can run away? Foolish!"
A boy dressed in a white polo stained with blood jumped inside the garden his sister cared for. The sound of the breaking glass he run into rang his ears but this was not time to be hindered by little things. Ignoring the scratches from the broken glass and large wound on his right shoulder, he carried his nearly half-dead body to the place where he knew that thing
cannot go.
"Have a plan bastard? Foolish!"The source of the large voice, from the back of the garden, thundered across the garden. Swinging a long and large bladed weapon, a giant cleaved the garden's glass and wooden structure. He did not ignore a single-detail, as if a berserker, he crushed even plants that were beside him.
"Dismember!"
He roared filled with wrath as he strolled with a wide grin on his face. It was a smile of a hunter who realized that he had cornered the hunted. And that prey, who stumbled on a wooden door while panting heavily, was clinging to this room for survival. "It is all or nothing," the boy whispered as he would almost ran out of breath due to lost of blood and fatigue.
He raised his right hand with a folded ring and little finger. Closing his eyes after the action, he murmured a single-line incantation, "Skjold." A meter from the door, as well as the entire structure, suddenly glowed. The light illuminated the entire area up to the garden and the boy was sure that his hunter noticed it. The boy entered the room with hopes of survival.
However, the giant chasing after him, merely chuckled to the sight of the magecraft the boy cast. Raising his long weapon and resting it to his shoulder, he looked from down to top the structure where the boy hid.
"Impressive barrier. Sadly, not enough!"He exclaimed as he rested the weapon on both his hands.
The young boy, hidden inside, went to the far edge of the room.
"This is father's workshop. It is impossible for someone to break in easily."The boy thought as he sat on the stone floor while breathing heavily. He took out an object from his back pocket, a book made from wolf's ski, and embraced it while muttering a name, "Kuroha."
Suddenly, rapping noises were heard. It was from outside, and as if an earthquake, it shook the entire room the boy was it.
"Impossible!"
He mumbled with widened eyes and a face of disbelief. As his body trembled, his mind was filled with thoughts, ideas of "not wanting to die." Not soon after, the door came flying beside him, smashing into pieces of wood. From outside, the giant's shadow slowly approached, swinging his weapon, he sliced the entrance into half to widen the space. Dust smoked out of the crumbled stone ceiling and from outside, the moon's light showered inside.
"Foolish boy but impressive. A Master you might have but now you perish!"As the giant strolled slowly, he raised his weapon attempting to cleave the young boy in half.
His body shivering, the young boy closed his eyes, ignored thoughts of fear and corrected himself.
"You killed my father. . .my grandfather. . and even my sister."He whispered words that caught the attention of the monster before him.
"..I won't die...," he swore, "..not until I have avenged them!"
The giant, amused, chuckled as he swung his large weapon unto his target.
"Avenge from Death!" "Ugh!"
Light filled the entire room, blinding the eyes of the giant and the young boy. From that light came a blade half as long as the giant's weapon. Swinging the blade was a figure enveloped by light as it repelled the cleave that would have ended a life.
"Archreios!"The giant cursed as he was pushed back by three meters away. He shielded his hand from the gleaming light but let his guard up even still. Without taking a break, the figure that arose from the light, dashed at the opposing giant. Raising the weapon the figure held, a silver sword that reflects the radiant light, overpowered the armored giant. The confrontation was brief as the latter jumped out of the building in an attempt to compose himself after being startled.
With the opponent disengaging, the figure that appeared stood while looking far. The young boy, who was ignorant of how swordsmanship, could not help but be allured by the figure's beautiful display.
The silver light now disappearing, with only the radiance of the moon left to display, it was now possible for the young boy to see the face of his savior. Illuminated by the lunar light while clad in silver and black, a blonde wielder of a sword with a delicate body was in front of him. As the figure turned, the young boy realized that it was a girl who bravely stood against the monster before. Then, he whispered, "Beautiful", with his eyes glued on the angel he was witnessing.
His thoughts of fear, anger and anxiousness evaporated by the beauty of the person in front of him. He could not speak. He could not move. All his actions were disabled by the mysterious girl.
Breaking the silence, the girl moved her soft lips as she asked the young boy, "Art thou my Master?" -
The night is fairly young, and inside a once gloomy forest, with the winter breeze blowing, a crimson light levitates.
With the rain of missiles keeps on pouring, the light shines in tandem.
Standing on the ground with bruises and scratches is a young girl with blonde hair holding a silver sword engraved with a line of azure jewels on the center of its blade. Looking up, she stares at his opponent who stands above a rocky mountain.
"You deserve praise to have lasted a minute against my arrows.
However, playtime is over, Saber."With a grin, he brings out his bow and recited a mantra that is unrecognizable to the young girl called Saber.
As if an answer to the man above, Saber retorts with a prideful roar, "You aren't as bad as I thought you were, Archer. I agree, let us put an end to this battle!"She raises the silver sword above her head and murmurs a line, "O, sword, let thee be permeated-"
Reacting to those words is the sword as the azure line of jewels on the center of both sides of the blade shines a magnificent astral light.
Her opponent, Archer, readies his bow loaded with a brimming arrow of his own as if matching with the radiant weapon she has. The latter smiles as he pulls the string of the bow in preparation to launch the projectile aiming at Saber.
Saber grins as she witnesses the weapon that Archer will release. Without any hesitation, she murmurs the name of the demonic sword she raised up high over her head.
Gr-
"Spectral Great Sword,-
Countering against her weapon is Archer's arrow in which he roars,
Brahmastra-
"O Brahma,-
Releasing the light that manifested on her weapon, Saber swings her mighty blade horizontally, creating a twilight of astral blaze.
-am
-Sword Of Supermacy"
Unleashing his mighty arrow, Archer exclaims with a ferocious expression on his face.
-Kundala
-Curse Me "
The two weapons collide: a twilight of holy and demonic astral blaze and a missile of infernal blaze. As the superweapons meet the other, the former and latter keeps on trying to devour each other. Giving birth to a magnificent display of radiance under the starless night sky, it is a beauty that is a result of a confrontation of two heroes renown to the world.