Prologue part one
I always wondered what I would do If I met Julian, would I have the resolve to kill my former friend, to cut him down demanding him to give Miyu back to me. Yet when the moment finally came …
"It's been a terribly long time."
"How have you been Julian?"
My voice reverberated in the cold walls of the cavern underneath Mount Enzo.
Faced before me was Julian, still dressed in his Homurahara Academy's uniform. His piercing eyes glaring into mine with pure hatred.
Multitudes of questions flew through my head. Things that I wanted to ask. Things I wanted answers for. Yet there was only one thing above all that I had to say.
"Give Miyu back."
I clenched my hands in resolve "trac"
"That would be betraying mankind Emiya." He spat my name through his teeth.
Stopping my aria, I centred my vision onto him with a look that demanded answers.
Ignoring my glare he continued on, his voice shaking almost hysterically. "In her lies a method to saving humanity, from this planet full of tragedy and it's certain doom. And yet you want to throw that all away just for that petty goddamned sentimentality of yours!
Shaking his head in anger and pure disbelief he continued on. " I can't laugh at it. I really can't doing something like that …. MAKES YOU THE WORST KIND OF EVIL!"
I sympathised with the man, I knew the burden of such an ideal very well and what it did to those who undertook it. "I see … so that's how it was, you too were fighting all alone this entire time."
"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU UNDERSTAND ME EMIYA! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WH"
"But I do, Julian to choose the majority over the minority, to kill one to save the many I have witnessed it many times over and even done it myself...
But do you know Julian? What lies at the end of such an ideal?"
"A broken man." Yes just like EMIYA and Kiritsugu.
"..." Speechless Julian could only look at me.
"Once I had a best friend, he was a bit twisted with a bad mouth but he meant good, he saw through me for who I was and yet, despite saying how much he hates fakers he stood beside me. One day I decided to ask him a question. If you could choose to sacrifice one person to save everyone else how would you choose and decide."
"..." He broke eye contact with me. An answer that he knew all to well but to voice it would go against everything he goes for. He glared at his feet in contempt and shame.
"In the end he chose his sister … did you know how much that meant to me Julian, it was that moment that decided my fate, it was the moment that finally pushed me to become something real."
"So for that reason alone..."
I marched passed him resolutely.
"I will be evil."
"Ha..."
I could see my breath every time I exhaled.
"Finally I found you … Miyu"
In front of me was my sister laying on top of an altar.
The girl that I had saved but in truth she was the one that saved me, she was my star that illuminated the night sky covering me.
"B-Big brother…?"
So it pained me to see her golden eyes devoid of life connecting with mine, it was if I was looking at my past self.
"Sorry for making you wait so long..."
"Why … did you come?" That gaze of hers flickered into life only to be filled with sadness and sorrow. I could feel the sense of betrayal oozing out of her, threatening to tear my heart into pieces.
"I .. I heard it from those people. That the reason you and Kiritsugu took me in was to use my power, that I am just a tool."
Tears flowed endlessly from her. The thought of her entire life up to now was all a lie, that she was just an object to be used and then forgotten.
Miyu Emiya had dreams of her own. To see the ocean. To know what freedom was like, but most of all, all she ever wanted was a family, to be true siblings with her brother Shirou Emiya.
"So then why ... did you come here!"
I shut my eyes as I pulled out the seven class cards, Saber, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Caster, Assassin and Berserker. The proof of my victory in the fifth holy grail war, and my right to its miracle. I came after them in a desperate frenzy, risking life and limb, resorting to any method no matter how despicable just to snatch victory, and even then I barely made it out alive.
I opened my eyes. "That goes without saying." I focused prana onto the cards to activate the ritual. They soon levitated out of my hands in front of me in a circle.
"I'm an older brother. So I have to protect my younger sister don't I?"
"….!"
I inhaled deeply. I could feel her gaze on me, as if it was trying to look inside my soul. "Did you know Miyu that I am a faker, a lifeless husk who could only imitate others to fill the void within."
"I admired Kiritsugu and that's why I wanted to become just like him, to be a hero of justice. But in the end I couldn't do it, I couldn't give you up. It was then I realised it I wasn't a faker like I thought, I was just an older brother looking out for his sister."
Kneeling down, I grasped her hand and I gave her a wide grin my first real expression.
"I wish upon the holy grail."
And so I prayed for a miracle.
"I pray you find a world where you won't have to suffer any longer. I pray that you meet kind people. I pray you find friends you can laugh with. I pray you find a warm small… share of happiness."
The runes surrounding the altar lit up. The holy grail has acknowledged my wish.
"B-Brother!" Her eyes squeezed shut. Letting go of her hand she began to float upwards towards the runic system. The altar crumbling to pieces under the sheer power of a miracle. The holy grail began charging up.
"Goodbye my star."
I turned my back to the Holy grail and walked down from the plateau.
I still had a job to do, my final act as her brother. It was time to meet my last opponent.
"Sorry, but my little sister is working her hardest right now. Could you possibly wait a little longer?"
Angelica Ainsworth sneered. "I cannot mongrel. Your wish would not be granted. A faker who slipped into the holy grail war shall not seize the miracle!"
Golden ethereal light filled the cavern. Endless portals appeared around her, untold amounts of weaponry appeared before me, be it swords, axes, spears etc. I could tell at a glance that they were all noble phantasms of the highest degree and with that knowledge I knew who I was facing.
Unfazed by her display of power, I simply responded with a smirk "So that is the strongest card, the true archer card. Gilgamesh the king of heroes."
"However you got one thing wrong doll, you see a miracle could only be granted to the living, SOMEONE REAL."
A man dreamt of the world's salvation.
A man chose the survival of his species.
I wished for a single person's happiness.
And then that man…
"Trace on" All twenty-seven magical circuits thrummed to life. Reinforcing my legs to the utmost limit, I kicked off the ground propelling myself backwards as the golden portals released their weapons against me. A never ending tide of noble phantasms sprayed the area leaving a wake of destruction in it's place.
"Urghh ..." I collapsed onto the cavern floor. Numerous gashes littered my body as they openly wept.
"For a mere flesh and blood human, standing against the king of heroes, Gilgamesh, is the epitome of foolishness. You may grovel on the ground and beg for forgiveness mongrel. But if you stand up once more – I will show no mercy."
Golden light once again flooded the cavern, numerous loaded portals appeared behind her, the ultimate expression of overwhelming force.
"Urghhh." My body screamed at me in fear as I attempted to stand up, telling me to just lie down and give up, however I had a duty to fulfil and nothing will stand in my way.
Dropping onto my knees with my head hung low, I scanned the cavern looking for an opportunity before focusing my attention onto the doll. I was graced with a beautiful sight that would have charmed lesser men, but all I could see was an arrogant tyrant looking down on everything and if I looked deeper...
No that doesn't matter, shaking my head I steeled myself, I needed to concentrate on the task ahead, I needed to become a sword. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain run through my soul.
"Trace on" I conjured an image of a gun cocking and firing.
Judging the conception of creation. Twin swords created on the orders of a king, a sword without a purpose, a sword crafted for the sake of being crafted.
Hypothesising the basic structure. Twin swords with a curved blade that broadens towards the point, each representing a force, yin and yang together they create the cycle.
Duplicating the composition material. Created by the finest materials and a human sacrifice (optional).
Imitating the skill of its making. Created in grief by one of the finest blacksmith of China, Gan Jiang.
Sympathising with the experience of its growth. The twins was separated upon it's creation, one given to the king the other staying with its creator.
Reproducing the accumulated years. Kanshou used as a memento by it's creator, always waiting for the day it reunites with it's counterpart. Bakuya used primarily as a ceremonial sword, always waiting for the day it reunites with it's counterpart.
Excelling every manufacturing process. Twin swords reunited once again with the death of it's creator.
I could feel the image of the blades taking shape but I wasn't done yet, there was still one final step left to project his blades, Alteration.
These was the heroic spirit EMIYA's favoured weapons. The married twin swords Kanshou and Bakuya. A sword lacking in pride and yet it's craftsmanship is extremely captivating and beautiful. A noble phantasm that pales in comparison to it's peers, its only redeeming feature being its bond with one another and its fast tracing time.
"That's right mongrel" she said with a smirk. Her arms crossed beneath her ample bosom. "Kneel down before your rightful king like the dog you are! Now beg for my forgiveness."
"…." Kicking off from the ground I barrelled towards her with my hands stretched out. Light slowly forming within my hands as I perfected the image.
"So you chose to defy me after all. Your stupidity and foolishness knows no bound. NOW BEGONE MONGREL!" She threw her right hand out and unleashed a plethora of noble phantasms.
"Trace on." Reinforcing my eyes I analysed the incoming noble phantasms and their trajectory. Tens to hundreds of noble phantasms was bearing down onto me, each capable of taking my life with one solid blow. Yet I felt no fear for I was steel, no I was sword. Again I felt a sharp pain.
Left, right, down, left I could see it, a narrow dangerous path that leads to the doll. Trusting my analysis I weaved through the labyrinth of noble phantasms. Slowly getting shredded into pieces I marched on resolutely for every wound meant a step closer.
"Give up mongrel. Charging head on foolhardy would only spell your death. This is your final chance otherwise the only thing that awaits you is ruin." Angelica waved her hand, once again golden light filled the cavern as numerous portals appeared behind her.
"..." Raising my hands I deflected the projectiles that appeared before me with a flash of light. Grasped within my hands was the married blades Kanshou and Bakuya.
"Swords?" She recoiled in shock. "That's impossible, how could you possess a noble phantasm without a ... I see so in the end your nothing but A LOWLY FAKER!" In a flash I was completely surrounded by numerous portals, no longer was the threat linear it was now omnidirectional and with it, the path I worked so hard for was gone. But that doesn't matter, if all the paths was closed then all I had to do was create one through force.
Looking down at my blades Kanshou and Bakuya, I noticed how damaged they were, worn and beaten the twin blades was completely covered in cracks, I could tell they would only last one more blow before disappearing, but that was all I needed.
"Trace overedge." I reinforced the married blades to it's limit, transforming them into long swords that appeared as wings. But I wasn't finished yet, I still had one more trick up my sleeve, a skill that every heroic spirit could achieve but none better than my alternate self, a Broken Phantasm.
Pumping as much prana as I could within Bakuya, I threw it at the incoming noble phantasms. An explosion rocked the area, without hesitation I leapt towards the explosion trusting that for a couple of seconds a path was opened.
"...!" I was greeted with an expression of shock that soon turned into rage. "LOWLY FAKER!" She started to pull out a sword, but it was too late at this range and timing there was no way she could escape.
"..." I slashed at her neck with Kanshou. But to my astonishment my sword phased through her harmlessly.
"Do not underestimate the Ainsworths faker."
My body lurched as I suddenly found myself a couple of metres in the air. Spatial displacement/flash air a skill that Julian has used on me when he took away my star, a magecraft thought to be useless but honed to perfection by one particular magus family the Ainsworths. But who was underestimating who, I knew how strong magecraft could be when perfected to the very limit, so it would only make sense if I had countermeasures for such occasions.
Reaching deep into my clothes, I felt the touch of cold steel this was my answer, my true trump card, the weapon that gave my adoptive father Kiritsugu the moniker of magus killer, a title that struck fear into even the most stalwart magus, the mystic code Thompson Contender fully loaded.
Correcting myself in midair I pumped as much prana as I could within Kanshou before throwing it towards the doll.
Anger flashed through her eyes before turning into mockery, with a flash of her hand she summoned multiples shields to intercept the projectile. "Even a dog could learn new tricks Mongrel, but its only to be expected by a faker."
An explosion rocked the area as I landed onto the ground. This was my chance the one I have been waiting for this entire time, "TRACE ON!" Reinforcing my legs to its limits and beyond, I barrelled towards the doll with all my might, my hand a blur as I whipped out my trump card.
"ENOUGH I tire of this charade."
A flash of light filled the cavern as chains upon chains materialised out of the golden ripples. Silver linked chains blasted towards me with breakneck speeds.
Seeing the chains coming straight at me I knew I wasn't going to make it, as fast as I was breaking superhuman speeds, it was nothing compared to the chains. But I didn't have to outpace it, all I needed was time just a extra second no an extra millisecond of time.
In an instant I formed an image of the married blades while throwing my left arm to intercept the chains midway. Multiple pairs of black and white formed a steel shield while my right arm locked onto the doll.
"Checkmate." My gun trained on the doll, letting out a smirk I pulled the trigger. Only to be stopped halfway, silver chains wrapped around the entirety of my right arm.
"Like I said don't underestimate the Ainsworths Mongrel."
In front of my left arm where the chains should have been was empty space, no a portal shaped in the form of pixelated diamonds.
"Flash air" I stated this simple fact with a steely voice. I didn't know that it could be used in conjunction with noble phantasms, I had presumed that magecraft could not work as when two different mysteries collide with one another, the stronger mystery will overwhelm the weaker one and what is a noble phantasm but the strongest of mysteries.
But that presumption has cost me dearly and yet despite this I felt nothing, no fear, no pain, nothing, for a sword is forged out of steel, a sword is something that has no will, a sword is a weapon and I was that sword.
Letting go of the mystic code I pushed out my right arm with my left gripping my right forearm.
Ignoring the sharp pains going through my soul, I casted the spell.
Casting was merely a suggestion to change myself. These words were to forcibly link Heroic spirit EMIYA with Shirou Emiya even if the price was my soul.
"I AM THE BONE OF MY SWORD!"
At that very instant, the moment the words left my mouth, the world crumpled apart.
"..." I'm being enveloped by a rushing wind. A fierce wind that doesn't allow for the living, nor for the dead. Therefore it's not a wind rather It's steel, and my body was being crushed by it's pressure.
But this was what I sought after, for what lies beyond this 'wind' was my goal, the heroic spirit of phantasms. All I had to do was reach him, past this 'wind', past the hulking gears hanging within the skies, past the endless desolate wastelands until I finally reach my destination, the hill of swords.
Yet with every step I take I could feel my body breaking down from the pressure, first my eyeballs are being squashed then my back. Soon followed by my hands and fingers, next my legs and finally my mind.
Pain, I could feel myself melting into the darkness, unable to even groan in protest as my body and mind was slowly being consumed.
Keep moving you have to save your star, you have to save Miyu. I was starting to lose consciousness nevertheless this body still moves on, one step at a time past the 'wind', past the endless wastelands of swords, for that was all It could do, with my mind shutting down all the body could do was follow what was considered the last order of my soul, to save Miyu.
"Save miyu, keep moving. Find him." I kept repeating these words but I have finally reached my limit, worn down by the rough terrain my body has finally collapsed at the final moment of it's journey, the step of the hill of swords.
I won't make it, I can't move, I can't ... The winds of steel has crushed my body to smithereens, soon I would become another forgotten body among this graveyard of swords.
"..." My vision slowly fading away into darkness, and within it I see an unbelievable image. I could see a grown muscular man within his early thirties holding a hammer, hammering away at a piece of metal. The man had white hair, tanned skin and was garbed in his usual attire the red plain mystic code.
He's there waiting for me on the top of the hill, all alone surrounded by swords. "The orphan is alone again, striking diamond dust on a hill of swords." The words leaving my mouth as I witnessed this scene, I didn't know how and why but it seem fitting.
The man stopped what he was doing before turning around looking directly at me, a look of disappointment was on his face before he turned back to finish what he was doing.
"Ah." I didn't know why but seeing that look pained me, as if it was chastising me for doing something wrong but what?
"In the end you too are just another." His voice cut off midway I was no longer looking at him but at what he was hammering away at.
It was a typical western sword with a length of ninety centimetres and a width of twelve centimetres. A golden sword of light that could only be called beautiful and shone with such brilliance illuminating the surroundings and yet despite its glamour it couldn't pierce through the heavy smog. For it was a fake, an imitation as the real thing couldn't be called beautiful but rather sacred.
"Excalibur... image." I've seen this light before it was the light of a fallen hero that I've once saw from Kiritsugu so long ago, an image that has always been kept in my heart ever since he rescued me from underneath the rubble. It was the light that made a spark within and gave me a reason to exist.
"The forever distant golden sword..." This is where he ended up, no matter how hard he tried he was unable to achieve his ideals of saving everyone in front of him, rather he was forced to deny them over and over again by bringing despair instead of salivation. Eventually becoming an empty husk of a man who has long forsaken everything, the only thing he has left was this desolate world of swords.
"This light is the sword of the king who can never be reached. Excalibur Image." Wrong, It was wrong, I could feel my soul vehemently denying its very concept as the light can be reached for I have already...
"Ah I see..." I could feel strength flowing back into my limbs, my body regenerating rapidly as magical energy coursed through my veins. The steel crushing winds no longer affected me as they did before, as a thin layer of golden light shone from within me shielding me from its pressure.
I stood up with all my strength and took a single step forward.
"Miyu I've been such a fool." My mind has never been so clear, I knew what had to be done.
"So you finally understand, but I'm afraid you are too late the process has begun. You have chosen poorly Shirou Emiya."
"No... your wrong EMIYA the only things a human is able to do is make choices and I kept making the wrong ones but..." I reached out towards the skies covered by a thick haze and black smog.
"I know that this one is not a mistake." I may not be able to see it but it was there, it has always been there right beside me ever since I made that choice.
"...It is impossible, you cannot shatter the connection between us on your own. It would take a miracle for you to." A small ray of light shone down from the covered moon and pierced through the thick haze and black smog temporarily cutting off the connection between us.
That's right on my own I would have given in, but I was never alone I had thought I lost everything but there was still one thing I had. My bond with Miyu the small wish that she and I granted long ago to become a family.
"Trace on." I thought that as long as Miyu could achieve her warm, small share of happiness it didn't matter if I died but it was foolish of me to even think that. The only one that could save Miyu was Shirou Emiya not EMIYA and that's why I needed to take advantage of this opportunity before it was too late.
"I am the darkness that shrouds all." I needed to overwrite his world with my own.
Author notes
Lazy bad author that only writes first drafts.
This is the new version of a warm share of happiness. I did some minor changes to this chapter mainly about the married blades, basically I added in them during the chain bit to make it more realistic. I could have used the skill affections of the holy grail but that would be used later.
Currently I'm writing the next half since that was already half done, and although I said I would change the battle scene for another miracle i'm torn on whenever or not to do it on the reality marble part or this part. Anyway I chose the former as it wouldn't require me to write more.
It would start off from the beginning and so you could see how Shirou integrates himself into a new world along with Miyu and Angelica. This time instead of forcibly pairing Shirou with Angelica it would be a bit more natural, as they were enemies before and Shirou changed tune way too fast in the previous story.
The beginning part is ripped off from another miracle but it would have a different ending, since Erebus will be created.
Most likely when I reach to the same story progression as the previous story I would reuse parts of it as I'm lazy.