Hello everyone, Planeshunter here! For those of you new, welcome to Kaleidoscopic Grail War (Annoying Old Man non-related). For those who already read the short old Prologues, this is just a combination of all them, plus some additional orthographic corrections.
So, as I just said, the old prologue format was extremely short, and served no purpose aside from preventing the author (me) from dropping the project too soon. Now that two episodes are already published, there is no more reason to keep it that way, hence the fusion in a single Prologue.
Disclaimer, I do not own Fate/Stay Night nor Disgaea, Warcraft, Shin Megami Tensei, The Elder Scrolls, Majikoi, League of Legends, Bakemonogatari, Negima, Yggdra Union, Tera Online, Promised Land Riviera, the Kirby series, Starcraft, Final Fantasy... neither any of the recognisable characters that appear in this fanfic. Please don't sue me.
The small hooded figure continued chanting it's own version of the summoning ritual. The chance presented before him was even greater than his wildest dreams. An invitation to the Holy Grail War, nothing less. When everything seemed lost, when only him remained of his once feared clan, a tool capable of recovering all the lost glory in one fell swoop...
-"...They won't see what lies ahead, when Sun has faded and Moon is dead!."
Finishing the chant, the last task was offering his most precious reagent as summoning focus, a small silver skull, of demonic origins, but so powerful that any effort to identify it in the past was sorely overwhelmed. It belonged to something powerful, absurdly powerful.
Doubtlessly, it belonged to one of the Hell Lords, if not the very Overlord. With a focus like this one, he would surely be capable of bending a bit the rules of the world, just enough to call forth one of the special classes.
A loud explosion and a pinky-red flash of light surged from the summoning circle, forcing him to protect his eyes and still briefly blinding him. When he was able to look again, he first saw two strange creatures -Real size plushy penguins, with wooden peg legs, small bat-like wings, a brown leather shoulder bag and dead fish-like eyes- one held a cup of tea, the other one a platter with a slice of cake. A third one, prostrated in all fours served as seat for a powerful figure, the summoned Heroic Spirit, no doubt.
-"It worked! I knew it! With a summoned greater demon, in the Ruler Class, no less, nothing will be able to stop me! This war is already won!"
The loud laugh of the figure startled him, it was mischievous, with a hint of danger and... really childish. His vision had been slowly recovering and he was finally able to see the figure in detail. A very young feminine figure, with short red hair, barely long enough to be tied in the ponytail fashion it was, eyes of the same colour and a somehow fitting Cute Little Fang adorning her confident smirk. She wore (maybe "whore" was a better term) a minuscule top and a belt-skirt that barely left anything to the imagination, topped with long gloves and tall, heavy looking boots, all of it made of black leather. Simplistic silver skull themed earrings and necklace were her only trinkets. Doubtlessly she was the owner of the summoning focus.
-"Tried to summon me as Ruler Class? You got guts, boy. Servant Lancer at your service, sorry to disappoint!"
The carefree tone and the cute "Teheee" she used to wrap it up didn't help in the slightest...
Waking up in a dark room, I sleepily stand up in my bed, staring at the light filtering through the window's shutters. The digital clock marks 10:01 A.M. I have slept two hours.
-"Damn Freaks, I shouldn't have listened to him"
My head hurts like crazy. Guess spending a whole night reading in a computer's screen can do this to someone. It's not like it was my first all-nighter, mind you, but sure is the first time I spent the time reading a visual novel. Heh, till yesterday I belived a "Visual Novel" was a kind of comic.
The Holy Grail War. That was the setting of Fate/Stay Night, the visual novel I spent all yesterday's evening and tonight with. Some typically retarded main character with suicide tendencies and some kind of pacifist compulsion tried to survive in the middle of a seven sided war between powerful mages and their Servants, manifestations of Heroic Spirits summoned to fight.
If someone wonders why I was dreaming about the War (with completely unrelated characters, mind you), he has never experienced obsession. Man the story was good. I scratch my head, two friggin' hours of sleep isn't much, but with a headache like this I won't fall asleep again. I slowly get up to find a painkiller, turning on my pc in the way out of my room.
Yup, I'll read a bit more while the painkiller takes effect and then I'll sleep till I feel too hungry to ignore. It's not like I have plans for today... It's not like I have any plans.
[...]
The scenario is the city codenamed CIVITAS LEGIONENSIS (True name obscured as result of paranoia). The place is an abandoned clubroom in the Legionensis University (Get used to it, the real name won't appear). An eroded sign reading "Secret Sealing Club", apparently the club was formed during one of those occult booms, and died out when the trend faded. Well, that was awfully convenient for them, as no one had claimed the clubroom in a long time, a rumour about a curse keeping both student and teachers away.
Finishing the drawing of a summoning circle in the floor, the man quickly glanced at his female companion, noticing she was staring at a particular part of the diagram. He sighed slightly, his wife had an acute perception and perfect eyesight, but hated to correct him.
-"Miyako, I won't notice my mistakes if you don't point them out"
-"But dear, isn't that a complete lie?" -Said her mischievously-"See? you are already correcting it."
Correcting all the mistakes, he gave a new glance, met with a satisfied nod. He then stood up. The summoning was her role. But as she approached, he put a hand in her shoulder. There was a conflicted expression in his face.
-"Are we doing the correct thing, Miyako? We will be killing a lot of people..."
-"What happened to the great Tactician, dear? "We sacrifice for friends, simply give-and-take from acquaintances"... anyone else is just collateral damage" -Seeing her husband expression, she softened her voice-"Remember who we are doing this for, Yamato"
-"Nee-sa..." -He blocked his old habit, forcing himself to face reality- "no, Akuma"
With another, longer sigh, he let her wife pass and went to the back of the room. As she began the chanting, he reflected about the events that had brought them there and then. He had always believed in connections. Without demeriting hard work or luck -Actually, he knew living examples of both taken to the extreme- there were some things simply too grand to be done alone, to change a city, not to say a country or the whole world took connections, gathering the efforts of many. From years, he nurtured such connections, until he became a big shot in the shadows of Japan's political world.
-"Sweet mother, sweet mother, bring your child to me"
And then, he found himself into trouble. Well... more like one of his dear friends found herself into trouble. A trouble too grand for a single individual to solve, too grand for even the closest-knit group of friends to solve. Too grand even for the infamous Yamamoto Naoe's influence. No amount of money or violence could solve this particular trouble satisfactorily. As he had begun falling into despair, a chance came from the most unexpected source.
-"For the sins of the unworthy must be"
He had known the existence of magic for quite a while, you cannot move in the world of truly mighty fighters without crossing some strange things. But magus were reclusive, and their society had little or nothing to do with the political environment in which he usually moved. He had forged some minor connection here and there, but overall his magical contacts were too frail to help him in this grave mater.
That why when he was contacted by the Holy Church, offering him a role in this "Holy Grail War" he has sceptical. Even now, about to summon his servant and be officially recognised as Master, he had his doubts, but wishing upon the Holy Grail seemed the only way to stop Akuma. Aside from maybe, just maybe, nuking it's approximate location from orbit...
-"Baptised in blood and fear"
Nothing happened. Figures.
-"Let's go, Miyako, looks like it was a scam after all. I'll never trust this damn mages again"
Quickly turning to the door, he started walking, he didn't want her wife to see his tears.
-"Wait dear, someone is here"
A heavy, artificial breath was heard from the direction of the summoning circle and, as he -even more quickly- turned again, a small figure begun to appear:
A big green helmet, hinting a disproportional head.
Green goggles, shinning noxiously, laying over said helmet.
Pointy ears, sticking out, hinted a furry nature.
Shinning eyes, of an eerie amber colour.
Gas mask over it's face, covering most of it.
Military camouflage attire hid the rest of it's body.
Precision rifle, with an infrared pointer, rested casually in his hands.
-"Servant Assasin, on duty" -Said with the same artificial, rasping and tired voice-"Are you my master?"
I rise my head, and a loud crash startles me. Blinking sleepily, I try to figure what has just happened.
Hint 1: My keyboard is on the floor, that explains the noise.
Hint 2: I'm sleepy (duh)
Hint 3: Fate/stay night is playing on-screen (Oh, look, the fall of the keyboard triggered a bad choice, Dead End incoming)
Looks like I fell asleep while playing, my keyboard somehow got stuck to my face (I might need to clean it one of this days... Yuck!) and dive-bombed the floor when I rose from my awkward dreams. (More Fate with unrelated characters). At least my headache is gone.
This is stupid. I have been spending too much time in this, no mater how good the story is. I should take a long shower (Snif, sniiiif... Yeah, I need a shower) and cooking something that actually takes work for once. On my way to the bathroom I msg my friend Freaks, congratulating his taste and cursing him for throwing me into this pit of obsession.
~Boys are showering~
Once clean and nice-smelling, I see Freaks reply "LoL!". Wow, how original. And reach my kitchen. Contrary to what one might think, I'm a pretty good cook, even worked as chef for a while. Just don't feel motivated to do all the work when eating alone. Let's see... I got some chicken and peppers, and I'm pretty sure flour tortillas can be found somewhere in the freezer. I could go for a homemade Mexican. I also could clean the dust from my Wok and make some oriental rice with chicken, there us probably enough spices for something decent...
In the end I defroze a pizza in the microwave and went back to my PC. Self-control: 0, Obsession 1 (wait... more like 3). Well played, obsession, well played. I wonder if I'll dream about some development soon or I'm going to watch all the summoning of this oniric grail war...
Well, I won't be sleeping for a while, so never mind. Let's see how the story unfolds now that Berserker is dead. By the way, that method of prana replenishment seem awfully convenient...
[...]
A lone figure stands on one of the twin enormous deposits that supply the city with fresh water. She doesn't dislike the place, thanks to the hills where the deposits sit, her vantage point was the highest on kilometers around. Plus the obvious strategic value the main water source of the city held. Last, but not the least, it was a magically privileged point, being a nexus of leylines .
She appears to be in her early twenties, and has an average figure. A grim determination darkens her beautiful face, partially hidden behind her shoulder long hair. She wears a grey hoodie over a red shirt and blue jeans. In her neck hangs a pink jewel.
Once, that pink jewel was the centre of her world. The reason she found her friends, the strength to do what must be done, the symbol of a higher purpose. For a while, all went well. She and her friends had juggled with dead and worse things countless times, with everything always ending well. They had ended up growing conceited. They were important, after all, and Fate wouldn't allow for them to die.
Now, only she remains, obviously not so invincible as they once believed. Fate and duty being a far too heavy load for a single pair of shoulders. The Holy Grail, while overall not as powerful as her own artifact, is far less restrained in it's applications, it's wish-granting nature and the explosive power of it's single use compensate any other shortcomings for the task at hand. She has a duty, a duty that never ends. But there is a reason for the duty. If she can destroy the reason, she can finish the duty, forever.
An enormous magical circle draws itself on pink light, covering the whole top of the enormous cylindrical deposit. She takes a strange blakish-blue crystal from an inner pocket and extends her arm, holding it over the very centre of the circle. A memento of her last companion. She looked so relieved when she sacrificed herself, encasing that last monster in a coffin of eternal ice...
The woman smiles bitterly, that relief in her face was what finally pushed her off the edge. This Guardian charade had gone long enough, too much bitterness for any heart to take. She begins her short summoning chant:
-"O coffin of Ice, sealing away anguish... Invite death with thy bitter eulogy"
She drops then the shard of eternal ice, the only memento remaining of her friends. When the supposedly indestructible crystal shatters against the circle, she feels something else shattering, inside her. It was done, let's spit in the face of Fate, and finish the eternal duty, no matter the price.
Now a second woman stands in the deposit, directly in front of her. She's significantly taller, and looks a bit older, early thirties, maybe. Blue hooded cloak at her back, adorned with white runes and golden cuffs. White top, trousers, gloves and boots, also cuffed in gold. A simplistic staff, smooth dark wood with a pale blue gem on it's tip completes her getup. A single streak of gold in her white, long hair catches the attention of the observer for the shortest of the instants, as it is promptly drawn to her clear, intense blue eyes.
-"Servant Caster at your service, Master. What's the plan?"
I turn around on my bed, only half awake. My lack of sleep finally caught up tonight, and I went to bed early. No matter how close I seem to be to the end of the route, triggering three Dead Ends in a row seems like fate telling me to friggin' go to sleep already.
I close my eyes again, so many introductions are beginning to get annoying. Let's try to speed them up.
Blood.
Blood splattered on the trees.
Blood permeating the sandy path.
Blood staining five unmoving things on the floor. Things that used to be human.
Blood staining a young man, fallen butt first on the floor, looking a last figure with his face distorted by fear.
Blood staining a half-naked woman standing in front of the pathetic boy. Whose once blue flower-patterned kimono, now in rags, failed to cover any shame.
Blood dripping from the kitchen knife in the woman's hand.
-"P-please, spare me" -begged the young from the floor- "I won't do anything like this again, I promise"
-"Where is onii-chan?" -asked the woman, in a trance-like voice- "Why hasn't he come yet?"
-"I-it was a lie!, the guys planned to lure you here and have some fun, but I has just tagging along, I promise! I was just trying to fit in!"
-"Onii-chan isn't coming?"
-"Please, I don't even know who "onii-chan" is! Just let me go, I beg-"
The kitchen knife pierced his head, stopping the blabber. As he fell to the ground, the woman did the same.
-"Koyomi onii-chan... where are you?"
Finally, she stood up and, with a neutral face bit her finger and mixed her blood with one of the puddles on the path. By the time she had finished, there was no wound anymore. She had no more choices. Hers, or her dear siblings' ideals meant nothing, as she was alone. And that was far more painful than anything else. And she had killed. Six men that had tried first to rape her, then to kill her, and lastly to run away.
With the mix of blood and dirt she begun to draw circle, while remembering the reason she was here now. It all begun with her brother's sudden disappearance.
She had never been the most stable mind around, but she had managed. Still, the uncertainty about her dear brother's fate had been a heavy load on her psyche. Her sister still send mail from time to time, so it wasn't on the same degree, yet her training travel had gone on forever, and she was left alone.
Unable to cope, she had slowly withdrawn into herself, ignoring everything else around, until the angel came. In her dreams, she kept meeting a black winged angel, bearing heavy golden chains and a book of the same color. The angel insisted in sending her to Civitas Legionensis, to participate in some short of magical battle royale. At first she had rejected the idea, but time is long when one is sunk in loneliness. She finally gathered her saving and took a plane to the unknown city.
She had sought the cathedral and, indeed, she had qualified as a Master and recognized by the Church representative. But she still had resisted. To kill, no matter the reason... her brother and sister would not like that.
Only now, after the circumstances had forced her hand, she had finally decided to go along with the war.
-"With blood and rage of crimson red.
Ripped from a corpse so freshly dead
Together with our hellish hate
We'll burn you all, this is your fate"
*STAB*
-"Well, lookie here, someone went wild without lil' old me..."
Ignoring the feminine, orgasmic voice in her back, the woman lowered her hands and gazed carefully, seeing a bloody Japanese sword sticking out of her stomach.
-"What's wrong, girl? Never been stabbed before?"
With a firm movement, the woman grabbed the sword and turned around, disarming the person behind her... Or at least tried. With the speed of lightning, the sword broke free from her grip, left her body by cutting it sideways, and swung again, cleanly slicing her neck.
She didn't lose momentum, though, and noticing something amiss, the stabber backed nimbly. There was no wounds, not even marks. If not for the blood on the blade and the clean cut in the rags of her kimono, one would think the slashing was a mere illusion.
Now face to face, two woman stared. Our slightly crazed murder and Master wannabe, was the tallest one, if not by much, as both were quite short. A sunny side-up egg-shaped hairpin adorned her bob cut black hair, and a mix of curiosity and and hostility could be read in her grey eyes. Not a single mark could be seen in her pale skin, almost completely exposed now that her once elegant kimono had suffered some extra cuts.
In front of her, a tiny blonde, wearing delicate looking glasses, a long katana in her right hand and a short wakizashi in her left. Dressed in a white loli-goth attire, she had an exhilarated expression. Her cheeks were blushing furiously, and she breathed quickly.
-"I am Servant Saber, and I like to cut. Who are you?"
-"I am your Master, and cutting me is pointless"
Saber pouted, looking cute only to the most fearless bastards. Then smirked, and somehow managed to make a graceful bow without releasing her blades.
-"Then, please look after me, Master"
Okay... ehm... No.
What kind of sicko am I?
A woman killing six thugs with a kitchen knife and a servant greeting with a backstab?
An apparently unkillable Master and a sexually excited by blood Servant?
And that part about some random thugs "forcing her hand" to massacre them? come on...
No, seriously, Those scenes with the "prana battery" of the church must have hit me deeper than I though...
As I stand up from my bed, I suddenly decide is time to open the window and get some "fresh air" in the room (My window opens to a high-traffic six-laned street, mind you). Opening it completely, I inhale deeply the completely different kind of stench. Blegh.
It's kind of odd how my dreams work, this ehm... "selective omniscience" I get about the masters, knowing their motivations but barely anything else. Apparently even my subconscious it's too lazy (or too lame) to work a proper background.
Going to the kitchen to fill my coffee maker and grab some cookies, I notice my PC has been running all night long, probably still displaying that detailed description of how Goldie beated the crap out of Saber. At least I had the decency of turning off the screen... uhm, I wonder if I remembered to save game...
[...]
There are countless worlds, infinite possibilities, some bound, some split.
There are countless legends, crystallization of the people's hopes and desires, about traveling between worlds, between universes, between realities. After all, no one perceives it's own world as perfect, and wishing for a better life is part of the human nature.
Yet very few of those legends have a base of truth. The capacity to travel between worlds is scarce, to say the least. Most people who research the field quickly give up.
...
The air in this deserted industrial area starts to swirl suddenly, and a purplish-pink magic circle forms in the floor, in the middle of nowhere. The exterior circle is a ring with incomprehensible mystic symbols, encasing an eight-pointed star, formed by two squares, which at the same time rotate around a second smaller ring, also full of symbols.
There is only light inside this second circle, growing more and more intense each passing second, until the whole area is brightly illuminated, and a infantile figure starts emerging from within. The process is awfully slow, and the little girl has her eyes closed in intense concentration, with her lips tightly closed and her hands glowing even stronger than the light, crossed over her chest.
Finally the figure materializes completely and the light fades. Illuminated by the still remaining magic circle stands a young girl, practically a child, with big, dark blue eyes and short pink hair. She wears a long white skirt with yellow and black motifs and a long sleeved pink jacket, that almost completely hides her hands. A long cloak and a big beret with the same motifs as the skirt complete her setup.
-"Long range interdimensional transportation complete." -The voice doesn't come from the girl's mouth, but from two round jewels set in a pair of fingerless gloves, easy to miss inside her sleeves. -"Destination confirmed, eliminating traces"
-"Good job, Kerykeion" -Answered the girl- "Start adapting the circle for summoning purposes"
As the symbols in the circle begin to rearrange, she reaches into an inner pocket and pulls two items, a triangular yellow gem and a futuristic looking purple and grey wristwatch. Both of them in such a bad state that them not falling into pieces is nothing short of a miracle.
She has the reactive ready, and a summoning circle. As she doesn't belong to this reality, she wasn't qualified as a participant, but that doesn't matter. Her own knowledge on summoning far surpasses what this world has to offer, someone is about to have her seat in the war hijacked.
-"Summoning circle ready"
-"Lets check a last time, Kerykeion, hybrid summoning circle?"
-"Check"
-"Related artifacts?"
-"Check"
-"Lightning themed summoning spell?"
-"Check"
-"Let's begin, then:
"Resounding through the air,
the roar of thunder,
plunge from the heavens and reap destruction!""
As she ends her haiku, a storm cloud forms on the clear sky, unleashing a single, strangely silent and enormous lightning bolt towards the summoning circle. After the flashy effect, a single figure walks out of the smoking area.
-"Fate-san? Erio-kun?" -asks the girl uneasily, she had expected two figures and this one, gradually more clear as the smoke thinned, doesn't look like any of them- "Who are you?"
A brown-haired, brown eyed girl, wearing a white shirt over a brown waistcoat and a marine blue mini-skirt stands in front of her, looking slightly confused. A frog hairpin adorns her head and on her chest, over her heart, there is some sort of magically obscured heraldry sign, probably courtesy of the grail magic, hiding a way-too-easy to recognize trait
-"I am Servant..." -she sees to waver for an instant- "Servant Archer. Are you my master?"
As the "Master" feels the command spells appear in her left hand, she closes her eyes in acceptance. The summoning has failed. Now she really has no choice but to win the war.
-"Next stop, City Centre, please remember to pick up your personal items and leave the bus in an orderly fashion."
Calmly, I get up, manage to wipe my drool with a straight face, and walk towards the door. After finishing the first route (You call that a good end?), I spent the rest of the morning taking a good bite on the second one. I pridefully used the internet to find the second route on my first try. Honestly, it didn't look that hard, but nothing feels more frustrating than finding yourself again and again in a route you already know. My obsession boosts my impatience and destroys my shame.
Still, I find myself not so absorbed by this second route. It might be simply the repeating details, that I already know but have to read anyway, of maybe I'm losing momentum. Anyway today I had a late Mexican lunch (yes, the one planned for yesterday), and took a bus to the centre, to spend the evening with Freaks. He is an oddball even by my standards, but it's fun to be around with once in a while.
After a short walk I reach "Otaku Nyan-Nyan Paradise", the manga-maid-videogame-cosplay-café where we usually kill time when we need a break from our hard lives (wow, I managed to say that without laughing!). Looks like I arrived first.
Let's revise my last dream then. This time we got a cheater. It wasn't as socking as the "Killer Princess" and "Stabby Mrs. Stab" from tonight, but for whatever the reason, the entire scene caused a strong sense of deja-vu.
Well, the Servants are supposed to be legendary heroes, so maybe I'm familiar with the legend of this lightning girl, even if I can't quite put my finger on it. That would explain the sensation.
-"What are you playing at, subconscious?" -ask to myself, letting out a big sigh.
-"Yeah, remember this girls are 3D, don't fall for the tricks of the real world!"
I jump in my seat. The soft, slightly stealthy voice of Freaks suddenly answered my monologue, from very close.
-"Damnitall Freaks, do you want to give me a heart attack?"
There he is. Freaks (Real name, Hector Smith) wearing one of his favorite cosplays, a long hooded robe of light purple (Lilac, as he insist to name that specific color) with a blue crest at forehead level. A big, long cane of blue-tinted wood and a blue wig with long bangs. It's simple and overdramatic at the same time, but for some reason it fits him the best.
He wears a big grin, and doesn't look sorry in the least when he apologizes. Before I can begrudge him any longer, he starts asking about the Fate story. How far have I reached, what's my opinion about some character or scene... Most likely we will spend the whole evening with this.
Leon walked the city alone. He had never been a talkative man, and no one really knew him here.
Leon wasn't a man who let her emotions show. Once, that had caused people to judge him as heartless.
He had emotions just fine, like anyone else, but there was no reason for him to show. He mistook loneliness for strength, isolation for independence.
He had protected his own frail, sensitive heart with a cold exterior. And aggressively sought to keep his life that way.
Of course, that didn't last forever.
Personality aside, he was an elite soldier, the kind that receives special missions of all kinds. And during one of those he met someone who cracked his hostile shell, who helped him connect with others.
During this apparently endless mission, he fought both armies and monsters, acted as a diplomat or infiltrated places. He made friends, remembered family, fell in love.
And yet, right at the end, Leon had messed up. Was it a remnant of his fears? or a simple cruel twist of fate?.
After that last battle against that last evil, they were supposed to end their long journey. Yet he found himself lost in the aftermath. That strange time-space bending battlefield, now collapsing, was simple to navigate: Focus in your bonds, in the people and places dear to you.
And he had failed that absurdly simple gambit, leaving the distortion in a completely unknown place, this Civitas Legionensis.
He now wandered the streets, living as the lone wolf life he only mimicked once. He wasn't incapable of social bonding anymore, it's just that he no longer cared. He let his life slip by, longing for a place forever out of his reach.
Or so he had though, when some days ago that odd priest had finally managed to catch his attention and explained him what meant to be a Master, he saw an exit to this miserable life. A way back to his beloved witch.
While lost in his thoughts, he had reached his destination, an abandoned house with a big garden, in the outskirts of the city. He didn't live there, but had spent some night in from time to time. No one else really came, so it was perfect for the ritual.
Even if not his field of choice, he wasn't an estranger to summoning either. Soon he had found the best place and drew the summoning circle. Now for the reactive.
He only doubted for an instant before pulling something so bright, no one could really see. His trustworthy companion, a sword of Pure Energy. He wanted the most powerful Servant in the most powerful class, an equivalent exchange was in order.
-"First comes destruction"
The time for regrets was over
-"I bring nothing"
Now he walked toward his wishes
-"I bless nothing"
No matter the obstacles
-"I save nothing"
War was at hand, and far in the distance...
-"I just erase..."
Was Her
-"Completely"
His sword banished, and a humanoid, yet obviously alien figure appeared, floating in the air. Blue, rough skin covered a hairless, mouthless body, and it wore an armor of golden metal and blue crystal. Focusing it's shinning eyes on him, it rose a four-fingered hand.
-"Are you" -asked Leon- "Servant Berserker?"
As it's only response, the being exploded in a blast of blue energy while exclaiming:
-"POWER OVERWHELMING!"
I jump from my seat. This time I have outdone myself, if I might say so.
After an evening with Freaks, my obsession with Fate had reached new heights, and in a single go I went through the full Unlimited Blade Works and Heaven's Feel scenarios, both endings of each (Ok, I probably missed some of the text, trying to read faster than I can understand, but still). And then dropped like a log while watching the credits, as if I had broken a trance.
Now I wake up and feel oddly energized (Probably sleep deprivation) but over all, I feel annoyed. For some reason I unlocked the best end of HF first, and seeing the normal one last was seriously underwhelming. For god's sake, I don't even like Sakura!
And what's with those poorly worked summonings? half of the instances are like they aren't even trying! The contrast between the hard work of the Einzbern, who control every minor factor of the summoning and the happy-go-lucky of the other masters makes me mad, they should've won the war ages ago!
Damnitall, I bet even I could work a better summoning spell that some of those losers. Yeah, the ones in my dreams included. And without leaving my room. I just need a reactive, summoning circle and ritual, after all, the trick is finding a hero with affinity with yourself and adapt the rest. Like that pink cheating lady from my dream did, only doing it right.
Drawing is not one of my many talents, but that's what technology is for. After a quick search in Google I set my screen to display an octagonal representation of the eight trigrams, with a ying-yang circle in the middle. Then I reach behind my bed, and scratch a bit of mould from a stain in the wall (Yes, yes, I should clean, now shut up and let me work my Magiks!). Reactive and circle, check.
I clear my throat, I'd bet reciting the incantation without stuttering is a plus, so let's try to get it right in the first try.
-"A World of Phantasy, bounded by a bubble of dreams.
It's where I address this chant
This ancient fungi, bathed in dreams and hopes
Will be reactive for a hopeless summoning
At my words she will arrive
The monochrome witch of many shades!"
-BOOM!-
-"The... the heck?" -I manage to mutter between coughs- "Did the screen explode?"
For a moment I'm so busy thinking about the costs of a new screen that I miss the strange sounds at my back. The sounds of another human being. I quickly turn around, shaking the rests of the now deceased screen and trying to see anything in the smoke.
Right there, rummaging through my wardrobe, stands a young woman dressed in black, with golden, wavy hair. She seem to notice my stare and turns around.
My mouth opens in incredulity. This cannot be true. Let's see...
Black witch hat, tied with a purple ribbon... yes.
Small braid, also tied with a purple ribbon... yes.
Black sleeveless dress, white shirt, white apron... yes, yes, yes.
Suspiciously witch-like broom... yes.
Golden... eyes?... Yeeeees.
-"Marisa Kirisame!?"
The girl reacts to my cry tipping her hat.
-"Servant Rider da ze! Are you my Master?"
And with this the prologue ends. We got seven "legendary" Servants summoned (did you identify all the summoning rituals?), some are really obvious, some are more discreet. We also got some special Masters, all of them had their original story slightly twisted (this author is a real S), so they are still looking for a happy ending.
So... what do you guys think so far? I hope it's not too boring.
I never expected myself to turn into a review whore but... please leave some comments! they will be greatly appreciated and help me messing up with the nasuverse (If this retains any aspect of the nasuverse when I finish raping it, it won't only be pure coincidence, but a real miracle)
On another note, I have plans to go camping next week, so chances are first chapter will take a while.
Everybody, enjoy life. Signing off:
-Planeshunter