A Fate/Grand Order Fan Fiction
NOTE: Spoilers for Fate/Grand Order's story mode up until Lostbelt 1.
CHAPTER=ZERO
wish upon a grail
It had been a long journey.
Fuyuki, Orleans, Rome, Okeanos, London, America, Camelot, Babylonia…and then the Time Temple.
After that, the Crypters, and the Lostbelts. The orange-haired girl had already managed to eliminate the first one — the Permafrost Empire that belonged to the Caster known as Anastasia, servant to the Crypter Kadoc Zemlupus. Preparations were currently in the midst for travelling to the next Lostbelt.
Mash had urged her to retire early, citing strenuous expectations in the next Lostbelt ("Senpai, please go to sleep soon…Anastasia's empire took a lot out of us, and we can expect the next one to be harder…"), but she had only been able to toss and turn. Fixing human history was tiring and heavy work, truly…but the burden she carried after each and every Singularity weighed for more on her conscience. The lives she had saved — and those she could not.
Those who had sacrificed themselves to weaken their foes — for her. Who had placed their faith and trust in the girl as they died.
Those who had been forced to stay behind and buy her time so she could run, because she'd been too weak to fight for herself.
She buried her head in her hands. Her eyes stung, as they had numerous times before — but her resolve did not falter. It could not falter. Too many had given up priceless things to keep her and Mash alive.
Groaning, the young Master stood up at last, bleary-eyed and all but stumbling in her gait as she traversed the room to reach her bathroom. One last break before setting out onto the second Lostbelt technology had picked up.
"Ack !"
Something on the floor caught her foot, and she fell forwards amidst the sound of rough metallic clanking. The magus wobbled to her feet, muttering as she disentangled her leg from the black fabric straps that had been caught in it.
"Huh ? These are…"
Metal cups. Golden ones, in the shapes of chalices. The twenty-over Holy Grails Fujimaru had been dispatched all over time and space to recover.
Whoever obtains a Holy Grail, holds an omnipotent wish-granting machine in their hands. Make a wish, and it will grant it — it is that simple, miss Fujimaru.
Words whispered by a voice she no longer could place a face to.
Making a wish…
What did she wish for ?
"Da Vinci…Roman…Director —"
Three of the grails were shakily taken from her bag and arranged together in a straight line before her, slowly at first and then with increasing speed as the gears of her mind began to whir once more. She could do it. She could save them. She could save them…
"By the Holy Grail, let it be so !"
Her heart was set firmly. In the depths of the Shadow Border, any awake-and-about Servants might've spotted a strange golden glow that was beginning to intensify. In contrast, Mash slept soundly, unaware of her senpai's actions above her room.
Their faces flickered through her mind. Reality and the boundaries between existence and nonexistence, life and death twisted, warped and changed as the power of the Holy Grail — three of them, in fact — forced them to. It was far too late to halt her actions, however.
"I wish…I wish that Director Olga Marie Animusphere…Da Vinci-chan in her original body…and Dr. Romani Archaman…would come back !"