Fate: Marked Sword
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You want the Author to shut the fuck up before reading I know but let me say that I will be changing a lot of shit. Also will genderbend Gilgamesh but there will be new shit and changes. Look out for it! I will do my best to please you guys and make this a good story.
I'm also having difficulty writing Zelretch's character cause from what I have read at the Wiki and from other fanfictions, it is confusing as fuck. He's formal in this one and a prankster in the other. I even read the doujinshj/ fan comic sworddancers where there is a female version of Archer called Archer-ko and it is still strange for me. Makes it hard for me.
So if anybody can help me please do so. But on with the new story!
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Prologue
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How many years has passed since Dunwall fell? How many years since the earth changed it's form to make way for new ways of life? How many years since the dissaperance of The Royal Protector, Corvo Attano and his daughter, The Empress, Emily Kaldiwn? How many years since the coup of Delilah Kaldiwn? How many years since he has chosen a worthy mortal? How many years since the Outsider has given his Mark? More than thousands of years.
The Earth had changed. Men had changed with it. Everything was destroyed as the earth had changed but men rebuilt with what little they had. Even some animals like the bloodflies have went extinct. Now less powerful ones known as mosquitos took their place. It would be years before the could make it back to the glorious age they were once in. They had to deal with another plague known as the 'Black Death'. How similar it was to the rat plague. However such a grim name has been given to it.
Soon the Outsider was but a forgotten God. However the magi did not think of that as one found a way into the Void and made it out alive. Soon one after another, they all began their search in the Void. They became his entertainment. They learned that only the desperate may go there to die.
He was bored. Sure, there may have been entertainment whenever a magus comes into his realm to uncover his secrets but it gets dull after a while when the die. It would be the same boring routine as he would watch them succumb to the horrors of his power as the rats devoured them alive.
However within the time in the Void, thousands of years gave him ideas to manipulate his powers. The Void was his after all, could he not be able to play with it? Instead of just stopping time he could reverse it and forward it at a pace he wants. He could observe and see the thoughts of men and women. He is enabled to see the different outcomes of this world. He was able to learn more and more about himself. But in the end, it still bores him.
The time he spent here was long and he had anything. He was able to do anything in the Void. But time takes it's toll on him. He wants some new entertainment. He wanted to do something back on the world of men. Where the strength of Gaia still remains. Earth.
The Outsider sighed. He was bored once again as he wandered his world, the Void. He was looking at the earth as it was through the Void. As men made up history, and slit others throats. He would watch as men whispers from the lips of one into the ears of another while the other would mishear those words, while he would poorly remember what he said, while he would also misunderstand that important sentence. However soon something caught his eye.
He watched as three magi form a system for a Grail. He watched as they summon great heroes of old as they fought each other. The system was known as the Holy Grail war. He watched them in glee as he was entertained with such intense battles. However, it all changed in the third war.
Cheaters. The Einzberns tried to use a cheat and summoned a weak servant, Avenger. Served them right he thinks. Then he saw as the servant died, it began to corrupt the Grail. And so began the Fourth Grail War as it became more entertaining with that twist of events! Oh, he wanted to choose Kiritsugu to be marked but he would simply be like Corvo. Now he didn't want a repeat. No. He wanted something new.
Then the Flames spread across this city. It burned as bright as a star. How he watched the people burn. He considered to go back in time in the Void to give Kiritsugu the mark to see how the war would change. Then he saw the boy.
A boy no older than seven was walking through the flames. That caught the interest of the Outsider. He floated over him. Watched him in the Void to see what he was going to do.
The boy had burning red hair and golden eyes. He was a child being forged in hell. Step after step he was crying in pain as he covers his ears while walking. With limping steps, he moved forward.
The boy walked. He walked while seeing hell. How many people did this boy ignore? How many cries for help and pleas of mercy did he ignore? How many people died around him? How far did he walk? He would not know. He would only know that he needed to survive the hell he was is.
The boy was not going to make it. The Outsider knew that, the boy knew that, but the boy carried on. From there the mind had died so the body could live. The boy then kept on moving forward ignoring his own pain.
The Outsider watched and wanted to get the boy. To mark him after seeing his determination. The boy was not just entertaining, but also interesting. The last time he deemed someone interesting was when he was still a known god. Know this was a rare opportunity him after seeing all the world had to offer, this one was a diamond in the rough. At long last, the Outsider found someone worthy of hos mark.
"So you've taken an interest in him I see?" A voice called the Outsider. He turns to see that it is none other than the Wizard Marshal, Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg.
"Hello, old friend." The Outsider said. Zelretch was the only magus he entrusted to survive the Void as he was a dimension traveller due to his use of Kaleidoscope or simply Second Magic. He was also entertained by him. They both quickly became friends with both of their ideas for entertainment.
"The boy is quite interesting. May I show you his lives?" Zelretch asks the Outsider. Bewildered, he turns to look at Zelretch and asks, "Why?"
"You'll see. The boy is truly entertaining. Trust me! I even mess with him in some worlds. There was even one where I made him go into a gender bent world where mostly everyone he knows are women! Servants, masters, and even himself was a girl! I could not stop laughing at his expense. He did not even know what to do!" Then Zelretch laughed. Laughed very hard.
The Outsider only raised an eyebrow, but inwardly he was interested. He knew his friend did what he did more often than he himself. Zelretch was a man who laughed and made fun of those who do good but is strongly against those who are evil. He knew entertainment when he saw one.
"I also know that you are bored. Come on!" Then he walks away. The Outsider soon follows.
Soon, a bright light blinds them both and the Outsider is slowly treated to many worlds at once. He witnessed a teenager fighting for the freedom his younger sister but dies by the hands of a woman known as Angelica. He observed a teenager fighting a black servent of the sword and winning at the cost of his life. He watched a fight between a girl that was king of all and a teen who was nothing but a Faker. He sees a king of knights fall in love with a boy with an ideal. He finally sees a man with silver hair and silver eyes on a hill of blades, betrayed by his very own ideals. He sees this and many more.
What did they all have in common? They were all possible futures the boy could have.
The boy is Emiya Shirou, and he is a Sword.
"What a grand hand fate has given you, Emiya Shirou." The Outsider says laughing. "All because you wanted to be a hero."
"Indeed. I like how you made it rhyme." Zelretch says with a smile. "I know you plan on marking him after what you've seen but I have a better idea!"
The Outsider turns to him and raises an eyebrow again to question him. "If I manage to extract the experience and memories of all of them and place them in a rune, what would you think would happen to him! Of course you can still mark him, but think of what he would be able to do!"
That made the Outsider dream of what intense battles would come for the boy. How early would he be using his blades? What abilities would he be using with his mark? What knowledge would he bring! It would be boring right away. The war would end too quickly. Now he wouldn't want that now. No. He wanted something new. Something fresh for himself. With his friend here he could get some quick entertainment and... Well the Outsider found a genius idea!
"It would be an excellent idea. But having him memories of all of him would be too boring."
This also piqued the interest of the Wizard Marshall. "Now, what are you saying?" He asks with mild curiosity. Both had great ideas for entertainment in their mind. But both have yet to agree which one has more fun.
The Outsider turns to him saying, "Imagine him with the knowledge of his sister and her cruel family. Imagine him with the memories and experience of his battle against Angelica but not with Gilgamesh. Imagine him with the memories and experience of Archer but not his three paths. Imagine him with not just the knowledge of him, but of his servant without him knowing what they mean yet. Imagine him with the knowledge of my associates. Now wouldn't that be entertaining?"
Zelretch looks at him and laughs saying, "Now, why did I not think of that!" Both end up laughing in the Void. Laughing at their genius idea.
"Well, I'll take my leave now old friend. Have fun!" And dissapears from the face of the Void, leaving the Outsider alone once more.
"Now this will be an interesting war." The Outsider says as he looks at the boy and questions him self when is the best time to mark him. He decided to summon his friends.
In a snap, two people were behind him. They are two members of a family. A father and an Empress. A Royal Protector and daughter. Corvo Attano, Terror of Dunwall and Ghost of Serkonos. Emily Kaldwin, Empress of the Isles and the Crown Killer. Though granted that the Crown Killer was not truly her, she was blamed for it and it was still the last thing that the isles could remember.
They had a different structure compared to the other humans. Their heads where thick and arms were slimer than a normal human. Their hands larger or as large as their face. Why though? Was it because of human evolution? We don't know. All we know is that these two people are relics from a forgotten past.
"Looks like he's found someone new to toy with." Said Emily. She wore a purple coat and black pants. It was what she wore with her battle against Delilah. Her face was covered with a bandana and her eyes were brown. Her hair was combed to look like it was falling to the right. Her weapons were quite visible. A copy of her fathers blade to her hip , a crossbow that looked graceful at her back along eith a smooth, black pistol. Her left hand was covered by wraps.
"I wonder who he's chosen and why? He only chooses people who are interesting." Said Corvo. He was wearing his old Royal Protector outfit back from Dunwall. It was made fit with more adjustments. Fit for being more quiet. His mask was the one he used in Serkonos and his clothes were grey. His face was behind his mask of course. His weapons were his infamous blade at hip and an obviously modified crossbow and pistol at his back. His left hand was cover like Emily's.
"Must've been something good then." Said Emily.
"We should wait. See how this person is. The Outsider must have made a good choice then." Said Corvo.
"I thought so too dad."
Then the father dissapeared in a blink while the daughter dissapeared into a form of a shadow.
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Shirou has grown in height since the past five years. He tried to join track and club but failed and decided to join archery. His aburn hair and golden eyes remained the same. He's currently aged 12. Today was supposedly an important day at school. However today he skipped school. Today is the funeral of Emiya Kiritsugu.
It's been three days since the Old man, Emiya Kiritsugu died. Today is the day that Emiya Shirou losses yet another family member. He looks around him and sees Fujimura crying. Tears were unable to come out of him. He couldn't find any. His old man did leave him with his dream. The dream that he may be a hero of justice.
While the priest was giving a monologue and bible verses Shirou thought back when he first talked to him. How he balantly admitted that he was a magus. How Shirou pestered him for two years before Kiritsugu taught him the basics of magecraft such as projection and reinforcement. However Kiritsugu did tell him to only practice reinforcement.
Soon, little by little, people leave. People leave until Shirou is the only one there. He looks at his grave. "I'll take care of your dream. I promise." He stayed for how long?
Shirou stood like a statue. Pondering about his old man and thinking back in the old days on what they would do. After all, the old man did leave a dream in him after saving him from the fire. He can remember.
Him walking through the flames is something he can never forget. The flames that were like hell. The innocents screaming, the children crying, and a boy walking. There he saw hell. He couldn't remember who his true family was. He could only remember seeing the smile that Emiya Kiritsugu had. That one true smile that he could not help contain knowing that he was able to smile like that. Shirou still believed that if he ended up going down the same path, he would be able to smile he had.
Hours past. The sky became dark and Shirou began to feel even colder. With that Shirou decided to leave. He looks at the gravestone one more time and thanks the old man for saving his life from the inferno of hell.
As Shirou turned he felt that the air was odd. That the wind was colder and he began to feel empty. It nearly felt like winter. An endless chill. Shirou began to grow suspicous. He turns back to the grave but the graveyard is no longer there. Only a solid, grey, island that was floating in the air that had a ferocious and fearsome design. The stones themselves were either black or grey. It was jagged and dark, very frightening. The sky around him was dark. It looked like night but the sky lost its stars.
He turns around and everywhere he saw, was nothing but a Void. A Void with floating rocks that are jagged, water that floats upwards, buildings that are destroyed, so much there that we could fear. And Shirou was in the center of it all. He was afraid of all that surrounded him.
A normal child would have cried or ran in a random direction. Any sane child would definitely not go towards that creepy shadow thing that was infront of an entrance. But here it is proved that Shirou was neither normal nor sane as he walked towards that very entrance. While walking, he could feel like he was being watched by something. By someone.
Shirou walks towards it then suddenly a man appears before him. Shirou saw him wearing a black coat, had short but round hair, and eyes that are filled with nothing but darkness. "My dear Shirou. What a grand hand fate has dealt you." The man dissapeared.
Shirou walked forward. The man appears again, "Five years ago, you survived a great fire. A fire caused by reasons you not yet know." The man said as he walked around him. "I watched you pull yourself up from the mud. As you walked past those innocent lives. As the flames burned out your mind to leave what you are now."
Shirou tried to voice out. To talk. But he couldn't. His words were unable to come out of his mouth and could only remain silent. He began to be afraid of this strange, floating man.
The man dissapeared once more and appeared infront of him. "I know what you truly are Emiya Shirou. I know what you can become."
Shirou was curious about this man but scared at the same time. This man was powerful and was frightening yet he seemed to be playful but was just bored.
"I know your dream. Your ideal. How far are you willing to go? What would you do to become the hero of justice you so desire to be?"
"You have a pivotal role in the years to come. A role that will not just affect your life, but the life of nearly everyone."
"What will you do , I wonder, in the years to come? The people you will meet and enemies you will make. I have watched what happens when you take everything a man has and push him far enough. When you rub his face deep in mud."
"I have seen kings and empresses rise and fall. Age of men and gods. Since I have this realm of the Void, I am unconnected to Gaia. Think of this place as an alternative realm of reality."
Shirou raised an eyebrow. Gaia? Wasn't that the greek goddess of earth? Why would he mention her name? Was it because she is alive?
"You are one of the nine people that have truly caught my interest and gained my curiosity. With a life ahead of you that will be filled with entertainment. You'll be an interesting new thing to watch"
"I am the Outsider and this is my Mark." Then the back of Shirou's left hand burned. Not enough for him to cry in agony. But as Shirou looked at it, he felt like it burned on the inside. He feels like he's on the edge of something he cannot explain. A mark with a strange design appeared on the back of that hand.
"This will give you access to magic that most people would only dream about. However for some people it would be a simple walk in the park. But this will give you an edge against them after all."
The man smiled at Shirou. And Shirou looked up at him. At last, the Outsider found a worthy person to mark after so long. Though he may be a boy, he can be trained. Imagine now what the boy has! Would his abilities be similar to Corvo's or Emily's? We shall see! What will the boy become? The hero he so desires? Or something better or far worse?
"So come Emiya Shirou. Let me see what my mark has given you."
Emiya Shirou is a sword. And so the Outsider and his mutual acquaintances began to sharpen this newfound blade in the years to come. The Blade of the Outsider. His Marked Sword.
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AN
New powers I'm planning to add/change will be mentioned in the next chapter. Now why did it take me so long to rewrite? Cause I had writers block and I had to replay Dishonored 1 and 2 and had to research of more about the Nasuverse and find out more. Though I could take a while for the next chapter, like a month or so, please do not think this fic is dead. Am just busy with personal life.
Now have a nice day!
-TraceonN7backflip