The boy was flung into the shed with bone-crushing force.
He was fairly sure that he had already died once that night, pierced through the heart by that blood red spear. From the looks of it, he was going to die again in the exact same way.
'I don't want to die.'
He wasn't going to let this man in a ridiculous blue bodysuit kill him...
'I don't want to die.'
He hadn't saved anyone yet. Not a single one!
'I don't want to die!'
Magical energy flared, kicking up dust, and he could hear sounds of a punch connecting, eliciting a grunt from the blue spearman.
When the dust cleared, he saw a young girl, about eight or nine years old staring back at him. He was mesmerized by those eyes that looked exactly the same as his own.
Actually, now that he thought about it, her hair color was also the same as his own, the same shade of red-orange just like his. Her hair was tied in a side ponytail with a bunny hair tie, and she had some cowlicks sticking up from the other side. She was wearing what looked like a uniform of some sort, a white dress with two black straps across her chest, with black leggings as well.
The single word that came out of her mouth would turn the world of Emiya Shirou upside down.
"Papa?"