A/N:
I have been blessed with just the gift I needed today as I turned one year closer to death (I turned 19... so young yet I feel so old .). Ideas flowed into my head as I was waiting for the clock to turn midnight, unable to sleep. Unfortunately, the ideas the flowed into my head weren't at all consistent with the main story that I am currently writing: A Certainly Pissed Off Accelerator. However, this plot that came into my head just wouldn't leave me alone and so I decided to write it.
This is actually a preview to a sequel that I plan to write after A Certainly Pissed Off Acceleratori is done. The details will be vague but it should serve as a clue as to how I plan on ending the main story (and no I don't plan on ending it just yet).
This story will not make sense at all if the prequel is not read.
Anyway, please tell me if this idea seems worth trying or if I should just completely trash it.
Ideas are always welcome so please tell me what you think.
Prologue: A Certain 8th "Servant"
The young Einzbern girl turned over in her bed, favoring her left side where she had been burned form the failed thaumaturgy she was performing a few hours earlier. She planted her face in her pillow, stifling her sobs through its softness. After calming down a bit, she wondered just what her mother and father could be doing at the moment. Were they sleeping well?
She looked up at the stars, further comforting herself with the knowledge that somewhere out there in this vast world, her father Emiya Kiritsugu and her mother Irisviel von Einzbern, are blanketed by the same starry night sky that enveloped the world. Smiling slightly, she imagined her and her parents under an enormous blanket of dark blue and purple, patterned by brightly shining stars. Even if they were far away from her, if she just thinks that they are still under the same roof of the world that is the sky, the distance seems to shrink and pull her closer to them.
Another fit of sobs escaped her as she remembered the time that she and her father spent playing outside the Einzbern castle. Her father would carry her up on his shoulders, showing her the frosted forest and the fascinating things about the life that flourished there.
However, such happiness was not meant to last. When the time for the Fourth Holy Grail war arrived, her parents had abandoned her to perform their duty for the family. Their tearful parting five days ago still greatly saddened the girl.
Her grandfather, Jubstacheit von Einzbern wasted no time at all to train her in magecraft after her parents left. Her lessons with the various teachers the old man hired to tutor her were more than harsh. She would get punished for every mistake that she makes, despite being a complete beginner at the art. The first time she opened her magic circuits was painful to say the least. She lay on the ground for hours, spasms passing through her body as prana flowed through the many, many circuits that her small body contains. Her mentors barely glanced over her pain as they started lecturing her on the proper use of prana. Her caretakers Sella and Leysritt were more sympathetic and scooped her up gently from the ground as the lesson ended, depositing her in her room and watching over her as she slept.
The head of the Einzberns, her grandfather wanted to have her prepared to her utmost potential to participate in the next Holy Grail war should her parents fail to acquire the artifact in this one. This resulted in the poor Ilyasviel's daily schedule consisting of lectures throughout the day as soon as she woke up at dawn, and ate breakfast as she listened to the lesson. Lessons ended at nearly midnight, with the exhausted girl usually falling asleep as soon as she hit her bed.
However, tonight was different. The full moon outside reminded her of just how much she misses her parents, robbing her of the few hours of sleep she would surely need for the long day tomorrow.
Carefully getting out of bed so as to not wake Sella and Leysritt who were sleeping in the corner of the room and sharing a blanket, the child reached under her bed for the book that they had given her yesterday. It is book that told a story of a failure of a mage who summoned a human familiar from another world. The pink haired girl in the story was bullied by her classmates almost everyday for always failing her spells. The young Einzbern admired the girl's tenacity to succeed, relating with her own experiences of early failures.
Ilyasviel opened the book to where the human familiar was summoned. Being a work of fiction, she thought that of course there would be big differences on how the magecraft performed in the book actually are in the real life. Ilyasviel could not just simply wave a wand and achieve results.
The summoning itself interested her. It is very different from summoning a Servant in that to summon a Servant, various procedures must be prepared beforehand if one was to attempt the summoning. However, the mages in the book (or magus as the girl thought of them as) seemed to be able to summon familiars with just a simple incantation. She imagined herself summoning a dragon or some majestic beast and riding it to escape from the horrible place that was her home. The girl sighed, knowing that it is hopeless trying to achieve what is clearly impossible. However, she didn't stop fantasizing about the possibilities as she tried to go to sleep.
===Break===
"How many times do I have to hit you before you get it right?" Ilya's teacher screamed at her. The young girl's hands were torn up in places, some deep enough to expose bone underneath the flesh. The strict middle aged man gave her another glancing blow to her arm with his meter stick, causing her to clutch the stinging limb in pain.
They had been training for nearly three hours on the usage of the flexible, thin wires to perform alchemy. However, due to the girl's short fingers, she was unable to properly control the wires, causing the prana in them to run wild and injure her before dissipating into nature.
After a few more hours of training, she was finally allowed to take a short restroom break. She went back to her room and sobbed into her pillow. The pillow turned crimson with the blood on her hands which were still bleeding freely from all the cuts. After a few minutes of weeping, she dried her tears. She wiped her hands on a towel, reached under her bed, brought out the book and read a few pages. The text helped calm her down.
She sighed and absentmindedly, played her fantasy in her mind, even mouthing some of the lines from the book as she did so. Using the blood in her hands, she tried to replicate the summoning circle that she had been taught by her teachers on how to summon a Servant. For the parts that she did not remember, she simply improvised, drawing random figures to fill in the spots. It did not matter anyways as she does not really plan on summoning a Servant.
She felt a bit of pride as she looked at her completed work. The summoning circle looked weird but she didn't care. She could just have Sella and Leysritt clean it up for her afterwards. Opening the book, she pretended to be the girl performing her summoning ritual and recited.
"My servant that exists somewhere in this vast universe,
my divine,
beautiful,
wise,
and powerful familiar,
heed my call,
I wish and assert from the bottom of my heart...
Answer my guidance...
And appear!"
Nothing interesting happens.
Of course. Thought the girl, not surprised. Though she would certainly be shocked if the summon was successful...
"AAAcccchoo!" The girl sneezed, snot flying out of her nose and into the summoning circle. Traces of prana flew out along with it, a long string connecting her nose into the circle.
Suddenly, the circle began to glow.
Ilyasviel could feel it forcing open her magic circuits to acquire more and more prana in order to fuel the summoning of the being. The circle shimmered, gathering in a large ball of blood, the brightness was almost blinding as it filled itself with her prana.
"Hey brat! Break's over. Get your ass over here!"
Ilya ignored her teacher, entranced by what see is seeing.
Through the connection of prana coming through her nose, she could feel that thing breaking down her blood into simple compounds and reconstructing her DNA, transforming it into someone else. She could also feel another presence along with the one she summoned. However, this other presence did not seem human...
"Ilyasviel von Einzbern, if you do not get out of there by the time I count to three, I will break down this door and drag you out myself!" Loud banging sounds came from her door as her teacher called out to her, angry at having been ignored. "One!"
Ilya couldn't keep her eyes off what was happening.
The ball of glowing blood slowly began to take form. Tissues emerged, turning into the form of a fetus. The fetus grew into an infant and as the girl looked on in awe, the infant turned into a boy who looked no older than sixteen. He had moppy white hair, a pale skinny frame, … and was completely naked.
Ilyasviel let out a gasp as the boy reached into the remaining ball of blood and drew an old, rusty sword.
"Tch, summoned by another brat. What is it this time?" The white haired boy growled at her and kneeled.
Ilya thought frantically and finally remembered what she read in her book.
"My name is Ilyasviel von Einzbern.
Pentagon that rules the five powers,
bless this individual and make him my familiar!"
Without hesitation, she reached for his face and planted a kiss on his lips.
A bright light exploded from the boy's hand, inscribing runes into it just as her book had described. The boy absentmindedly channeled the prana filling him into his rusty sword, which drank it deeply.
"W—what in Zelretch is this?" The teacher had broken down her door and was looking at the scene with wide eyes, not comprehending what he was seeing.
"Pedophilism at its best!" A voice howled with laughter. Ilya started, realizing that the sword talked.
"Ilyasviel! Tell me what is going on here. Right now!" He strode over at the girl, who was still clutching the boy's head in her hands, her expression one of fascination and wonder.
"You've got guts, ignoring your master." The man pinched her ear and pulled her into the air, her feet dangling from the floor.
"Kyaaa!" Ilya screamed, blood still flowing down her hands and her ear starting to rip off from bearing all her weight.
"Now answer me! What the hell were you—"
Fwip.
Whatever the man was trying to say was lost in a scream of agony as his arm fell off, dropping Ilya in the process. The white haired boy caught her easily and deposited her on the bed as he moved menacingly towards the cringing man on the floor, blood spilling from the stump where his arm had been.
The boy leaned in, inspecting the man and quickly deciding he doesn't like him. His face broke in a feral, sadistic grin and touched the man's forehead.
"W—what are you—"
Screams resounded in the girl's room as the boy ripped out the man's magic circuits. The man sweated blood, the red liquid pouring out from the pores in his skin. As a finishing touch and to ensure the man's death, he crushed the skull, splattering white fragments and gray tissue that was his brain on the walls.
"Hey, partner. Don't you think you should tone it down a little? There's children watching you know..." The sword seemed to be half joking, half serious.
"Shut up, Derf." The boy replied and checked to see if the room is still sound proof. He had controlled the vectors of sound as to make sure all sound waves stay inside. He headed back to where the girl who summoned him watched him approach her not with fear as he had first thought, but with awe.
"Gandalf." She whispered.
"Yes?"
===Break===
Few things to point out. The one summoned here has a real, living, breathing body, have no desire for the grail, can't turn into spirit form, not involved in any way to the Holy Grail war, and does not need a constant prana supply from the master. In other words, fully ressurected human?
And there it is folks.
Please tell me what you think and I thank you for reading.