So uh, hey there. Thanks for clicking my story. I've been wanting to type something like this out for awhile, been toying with the idea in my mind for a Type-Moon Kane Chronicles AU and I just couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I apologize, as this chapter story wise is pretty short - it's just an introductory chapter. I plan to have a few in the beginning like this, with just the servants being summoned and everyone's POV being introduced. No matter how many times I re type this chapter,I just can't make it good enough to publish to the world. My hands are shaking as I type this, excitement making me jumpy. I hope you enjoy and keep reading future chapters. I'll be typing the next one after this is published, so I hope you take the time to read it as well.
"Life is a game we have a limited amount of time to play.
Full of infinite possibilities, yet the probability of us winning is zero."
2035 AC
House KANE
The air was hot; stagnant suffocating heat that smelt of mud and river, the cries of cicadas and hawks the only sign of life in the desert estate.
Not that Carter minded the weather, being used to it by now, having endured many years and witnessing countless summers. Training outside in it was not his favorite thing, however. Even with his tolerance to the thick heat and sand, he would be soaked through with sweat in a matter of minutes. Not that his father cared about his distaste for outside combat. "The desert is what made the Kanes who we are," he'd always begin when he saw his sons look. "We must pay tribute to it, never forget our roots. Our blood began in the sand – this is our home. Never forget."
Amos on the other hand was much more understanding. He'd walk up behind his nephew once his brother had left, a smile tugging his lips as he watched the others suit clad back return to the estate. "Julius never seems to understand, that while we always remember our origin as mere workmen-"He'd then turn to Carter, a humorous glint in his kind eyes, "That the heat is not what gave birth to our magic. That came from a drunken bet and a donkey." With a laugh that shook his whole frame, Amos would leave, never actually filling Carter in on the whole story.
And I doubt I'll ever find out.
With a sigh he left the window, sun splotches temporarily blinding his vision in the dark of the room. Once they adjusted to the dim lighting, he eyed trunk still sitting empty on his bed. What was he even supposed to pack? Its not like he'd even get to use the items he took with him. Maybe a change of clothes for afterwards? If I even win, that is.
Eyes drifting from the empty trunk to the only frame hung on the wall, reading lines that he knew by heart.
"Carter Kane, Graduate of the Kane CAMP."
His father and uncle had been so proud that day. He was as well - then they dropped the real season they were so happy on him.
"My son," Julius had begun, tears gathering in his eyes as he gripped his boy's shoulders. "You will win us the Grail."
Where pride had once filled his chest despair took its place. The Holy Grail. The Holy Grail War. Dear gods, no wonder his father was so adamant about him learning everything as fast as possible.
The Holy Grail. Putting a child - his own son in a war over the Holy Freaking Grail and never thinking to tell him? He couldn't have simply sat Carter down, maybe with a nice cup of coffee, "Oh, by the way, I plan on having you represent our House in a life or death battle over a wish granting device that you will have to kill kids like you to win. No big deal, right?"
Betrayal stinging his chest, Carter walked over to the trunk and slammed it closed.
I.
The circle was strange, a type of magic Carter himself had never studied - summoning was a nasty business, you mess up one line, make it too thick or thin - and BOOM. It explodes.
Sweat tinged his brow, and he swallowed loudly. Amos had drawn the circle so he knew it was perfect. His uncle had studied summoning for many years, he knew what he was doing. Nothing was going to go wrong. Nothing is going to go wrong. Eyes dark and worried, he traced them over the room. It was dark, and he swore he could hear water dripping from somewhere. He at least knew enough about summoning that this was an ideal place. Thick stone or clay walls, underground with a water source near. Fear rippled through him as he let his gaze rest on the armour in the middle of the circle.
A leather breast-plate - or what was left of it, anyway. Tattered by years under the sand or in some musty tomb, by all appearances it seemed some harmless boring artifact found in digs. Carter knew better though. He knew what it was, who owned it, who he was going to summon with it.
His father had informed him that most of the other representatives were already in the Reality Marble, going through the Pre-Lims and forming contracts with their servants. Carter had been confused then, not understanding why he was contracting before he even went through Pre-Lims. Amos had been the one to answer him though, having finished the circle and going over to the two.
"There's nothing in the rules about how you must go through the preliminaries." He began, dusting off his striped suit. Both brothers seemed to share the same taste in dress wear, always impeccably dressed to go out and fight a monster or get donuts. "That's just what everyone is doing." Still confused, he absorbed this. That meant he'd be ahead of everyone else. The thought calmed him down a bit, and he nodded. "Lets get this over with, then."
Swallowing once more he looked at the book in his hand. A small, worn book written with spells and scriptures. Passed down through the Kane family for generations since the War first began. All he needed to do was say these words, and he would be in. Fear snaked through Carter's chest once more, squeezing his heart and making it beat even faster.
The deep breath shook his frame, and finally - he began.
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulation."
The circle was glowing, a raging vortex of light and power. The more he chanted, the brighter it got - he could feel it, like electricity running through his being, magic circuits working double time to keep up with the waves of power the shook the walls and blew his clothes and hair.
"- I announce"
A figure began to take form.
"Your self is under me. My fate is in your sword.
In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance-!"
The world exploded. Light and mana filled the room, knocking Carter back onto his rear and pushing him into the wall. Oh god, I screwed it all up.
Closing his eyes against the wave of light, he peaked one open once he felt the energy die down.
"Tell me, boy."
Spots filled his eyes - but a figure approached, looking down at him in disdain.
"Are you my master?"
II.
House KANE: A family built on old magic, they specialize in COMBAT magic. The current head of the family is Julius Kane, and the next in line is his brother, Amos Kane. Carter Kane, Julius' son, will be representing the House in the Holy Grail War. Ar age 17, he has successfully mastered his families CAMP.
HORUS: A hero of legend, HORUS is said to be a god of EGYPT. He specializes in COMBAT magic, a SABER class. He has low MP and not many SKILLS. The strongest class in strength, his NOBLE PHANTASM is the EYE OF HORUS, an anti-structure NOBLE PHANTASM that may take down large objects or buildings, or one hit K.O an enemy SERVANT under certain circumstances.
Oh god, no matter how many times I re do this chapter it still turns out bad. Ugh. Please deal with it for now, I promise it will get better ahhh
well uh, see you later space cowboy. Till next time~
oh yeah. nothing belongs to me save for the plot line i have in mind, and some of the concepts from here. Everything else is Rick and Type-moon. Plzdontsueme