Fate: War's End

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It came from above.

A harmonious music of soft calling whispers began to tickle the ear of Amos as he tried to raise his head, the man blinking as the back of his head began to throb again just like the previous time when he had entered the dream state. Muttering, the man decided to huff at the source of the whisper as he felt the hard surface of paralyzed oak being the uncomfortable support for his back and head, the feeling stirring him from a dreamless sleep as Amos shut his eyes tightly.

"It is impossible, it cannot be done."

"Be still Bishop we have much to discuss about the guilty party's own weak defense towards treason-" The voice of a knight along with the clanking of chainmail and steel were heard just behind Amos' lying body, the young man finally opening his eyes along with his ears the conversation beginning to carry on as if he was not present. Opening he could make out the blurred image of a very familiar roof of arches and various roman styled pillars supporting the rest of the mosaic painted domes on either side of the large cathedral that Amos could recall from the previous vision that he had encountered, the man's mind jogging to complete the remaining pieces just as the voice of an elderly man cut through the void of silence that overtaken the holy sanctuary.

"Defense, defense my good knight? What, pray tell is there for us to go on?"

Turning his head around, Amos found himself face to face with a pair of shadows standing in the light of the cathedral speaking in hushed suppressed hisses and whispers, the young man trying to find his bearings just as the voice of the confident and tall-standing outline made a movement with his arms across his chest the shadow despite its lack of an expression gave the look of a man who was starting to get a little impatient as he addressed the stouter of the two, his commanding voice nearly booming across the hall silencing whatever words the man prepared.

"There must be a weakness in the prisoner's testimony, a way to break her mind under the pressure without torture or even finding holes in her logic. Either way you must convince her that she is wrong in her own assumptions, or else if we are found to have convicted someone 'innocent' to the public they would protest."

"Either way, there is no debate that this woman whoever she is has been able to skillfully, I might add, contend verbally with the scholars of the Church itself! We have tried to lay down questions and trip her with all sorts of questions to test her conviction and faith, but there are no holes in her arguments and her trail of logic is sound. It is evident she is educated, yet they say that she is but a peasant girl from the French countryside." The shadow wanted to protest more with his arms outstretched in front of his body like he was asking for alms though the content of his statements said otherwise, the voice of the knight resumed speaking while turning around with the flutter of a long cape in the wind to stare right at the altar with a neutral gaze.

"If she is skillful in tongue and scripture without a form of education then why not denounce her openly in the court as a woman of susceptibleness to the devil? A heretic is as good a reason to the peasants and lords demanding explanations to why a single girl could turn back the hordes of brave English soldiers, her words are poison and tempting to any man who listens." The tone of the voice made Amos narrow his eyes at the figure, shaking his head at such a twisted logic while the stout shade turned his head away from the knight.

"This…isn't right. We shouldn't be so hasty in our decision-"

"There is no turning back, bishop. We have already given you a chance to break her with your inquisition, but if she is so stern about her claim…you have to keep questioning her until she eventually tells us the truth of her successes and how she managed to convince the Dauphin and even the King to lend her armor and a position of command. She is irate now and vulnerable with our pressuring, she will be exposed for the heretic she is if you keep this up so continue to do so."

"That doesn't make it right."

"Do you work, Inquisitor. Make sure that she confesses and burn like the witch she is."


The Cathedral

"What was that?" Amos uttered out as the vision stretched out of his sight retreating into the corners of his eyes prompting the man to place a hand to the side of his head scratching his hair while staring up at the ceiling where he saw the mosaics flicker and wane, Amos trying to come to terms with the strange vision that he was having just as the sound of footsteps rang out behind him in the empty space.

"You are back, I'm glad…it's been a long time since I had any company of the sort, I thought you may have just been my imagination." The melodious voice attracted Amos to cast his eyes over his shoulder the young man unable to speak as he watched the new presence appearing in a flash of gold, a person stepping into form as the wisps of light began to disappear leaving the speaker to disappear into the air. Amos barely found his voice as the young man looked closely at the person before his eyes lit up brightly in recognition at the face recalling the previous encounter which he entered the cathedral the man looking at his hands to realize he was holding Marie up at the woman with a threatening intent, Amos lowering his weapon. "Sorry, my hands got twitchy…I was just in shock is all."

"You wouldn't be able to hit me if you tried, this place represents you after all," Amos raised his head looking clearly at the woman who surprised him with a held breath. The woman stood about his height if not shorter just above his cheek with blonde hair tied into a long braid running down her back bangs of hair parting either side of her face while a small plated crown was sitting on her head, the red gem gleaming dully. She was dressed in a small grey dress stretching to just below her knees the fabric hugging a bit tightly around her waist but didn't constrain it, the sleeves only rolled up to her elbows while a sheath sat nesting at her side showing a bit of her thin lanky arms which had skin rough and tan despite the bright face with fairer skin which struck Amos as a feature belonging to that of a person who was in perhaps hard labor. Shifting his head around the cathedral, Amos noted the lack of anyone else in the place except for the two the blonde haired woman with the long braid tilting her head at his curious action while she spoke up. "If you're looking for Ravager, she isn't here…this plane in your mind houses only my presence and of course yours, your mind and its mazes are as you see it to be."

"What is this place? I remember hearing your voice and then I looked up to see those paintings just as that whole magic mess came up…I didn't even get to see who you were." Amos recalled from his memory which was picking small pieces of the encounter as the woman with the tall braid put a hand to her mouth in surprise but kept silent, the blonde going into some measure of thought while seeing the man poke his head around one of the confessional booths which was located near the side of the large building observing every inch of the small structure before he leaned back. "This looks very much like the ones I had in the church with the confessionals where people would flood in the dozens when I was there, but yet this whole place isn't my church…it's not even based off it at all, so why of all things would this be-?"

"Ahem."

"Huh? Oh, right woman in the church…sorry I got a little distracted." Amos quickly apologized as he saw the woman tapping her foot pouting like the equivalent of a child at being ignored by him, the woman holding her index and middle finger in the air. "It's rather rude to keep a woman waiting without her answers too you know…you might just have a finger in your eye."

"Like I said, I am utterly terribly sorry for ignoring you oh little one." Amos replied smugly before he felt a small 'yip' from behind, the man's sharpened natural instincts warning him to the rush of air approaching his vulnerable body as he dodged out of the way avoiding a pair of fingers which were directly and accurately aiming for both of his open eyes while he rolled out of the way the man barely escaping the attack, scrambling out of the way as Amos held his face with his hand glancing down at where the small woman had jumped noting the distance with surprise at the inhuman length from the altar which was just on the other side while the blonde dusted her dress of dust. "Oh crap, she can jump that far from there? I must be having a really good dream."

"What did you just call me? I heard someone say the word 'little'…" Amos didn't even have to turn around to know the hidden malice belonging to the only other presence in the wide space, Amos still secured his hand to his eyes as he glared at the general direction of where the woman had jumped past him. "What the actual…what was that, was it because of the little joke?" The woman didn't respond as a strong hand lifted the man up from the ground by the collar Amos feeling the ground actually leaving the soles of his shoes as the woman brought his face to bear near hers, the man unable to meet the sharp orbs of green. "Aren't you going to even apologize for calling a lady like me as such?"

"Don't you know sarcasm instead of a real prod at your height?" Amos said casually as he watched her twitch a brow forcing him to hang his head while he silently quipped a small timid 'sorry' just as the woman nodded her head in approval dropping the man onto his feet Amos dusting himself of non-existent dust before he gestured to one of the pews for the blonde haired woman, the lady accepting his offer as the two sat down on the nearest one they could find the duo taking a seat as Amos glanced up at the front of the large cathedral noting the chandeliers with the various rows of candles which were lighting up the surrounding of the altar and preacher's stand, the layout striking a small similarity to the church he had taken refuge in as he imagined the smell of the incense and murmurs of praying men and women each one with various requests and hopes in their private conversations with God.

"So what is going on here, why am I here? And what was all that with the paintings and the memory that I was traversing into back then…what did it have to do with you?" The blonde woman took in his numerous questions into consideration before she spoke once more, her hands moving under her thighs as she swung her legs looking at Amos' face. "You were simply seeing with your own eyes what had already happened, and what is happening to you right now. But that isn't answering your question, is it? Think of the memory you traversed as part of the contract you have with a Servant, I think Ravager explained some of that portion along with the girl called Rin who filled in a lot of the blanks for you back in the kitchen area."

"You knew about that?" Amos asked surprised that this woman was even there listening on the conversation as the blonde chuckled sweeping a strand of her long hair from covering her eye tucking it behind her ear as she clasped her hands over one another. "No, I wasn't there in the physical sense of the word but I was most certainly present when that girl called Rin explained the rulings of the Grail War and its function, both of which I was aware of when I was in your inner world." Amos fell into a brief silence as the young man eyed the cathedral and its pillars, observing every corner of the building as the last words echoed inside his thoughts the structure giving some kind of pulsating feeling which soothed him subconsciously while the blonde caught his stare.

"So all this, the cathedral and all the contents…they're part of my inner world?"

"It is a part of it yes, not the entirety of the world that makes up what you are but it is indeed part of you, the relevant you right now for your particular circumstances. The inner world of a person is the truest and purest reflection of one's self as well as their thoughts, it carries and builds on feelings and emotions that may have been in stasis or those that are awakened by various situations…just think of it as a morphing caterpillar. It is not constant and things will change, but this only reflects your emotions and your mind, not the soul," the woman explained in further detail while Amos tried to make sense of the words which were being spoken to him scratching his head a little as he looked to see a few mosaics depicting some of the famous stories he read in the Bible on the walls across them to the left. "So, to get this straight…this is simply my mind, the place of just emotion and thoughts modeling planes of dimensions relating to the moment like this cathedral and it isn't necessarily going to be consistent due to change? What does that have to do with the current situation that I have?"

"Because your mind right now isn't just your own," the woman's words threw off Amos as he gave a look asking for a detailed explanation of what she was talking about narrowing his vision as the thought of his past rang in his mind. "What do you mean by that?"

"Remember when Rin talked to you about the Servant and their connection to you?" The blonde woman asked with a tilt of her head as Amos recalled the piece of conversation from before. He had been curious about the whole concept of the Servants despite the whole function of the Grail being explained simply to him, he had not understood why they would need Servants to actually accomplish the goal and she had replied that mages were needed to channel the power itself so wasting mages was out of the question so Servants due to the Grail gifting the challengers with Servants would instead be used to power up the Grail whenever one was defeated, the power level increasing with each powerful Heroic Spirit returning to the Grail until it was sufficiently charged. The Servant in the meantime was bonded to the Master through the Command Seals acting as a safeguard in case said Servant tried to escape or go wild without the master to rein them in, hence the importance of it being there as the so-called 'leash' to keep any rampages and leaks of this event to the public eye which Amos found an agreeable strategy but wasn't foolproof nor safe with risking massive damage depending on their personality. One of the side effects that she had told him about was the one detail that made him personally on edge and malcontent with despite the necessity, which was the one that the woman was asking him about now.

"You share...memories with the Servant, and they too can see it too can't they?"

"That is correct, that is the one condition that happens when a bond is established with a Servant through the summoning ritual. That should have been the case for you." Amos' ears perked at that statement of assumption as the male turned to regard the woman with a bit of impatience as he leaned forward in his seat holding back any urgency in his tone. "I am guessing that there is an exception with me in the rule, isn't there? So what is it that you're thinking about?"

"What I was wondering was how you could even be here and see the vision." Seeing a raised brow which meant she wasn't making sense the woman hummed for a moment to clarify her point in a more simplified way he could understand, tapping her palms on the seat of the pew. "Servants are people who are legends who each have their set of memories, you read it in schools and homes like stories except they come to reality in here. Whatever you have read may have been their true history, maybe not but when a master usually makes a contract with a Servant they allow them to attach themselves to your mana pool like a leech drinking out of the pool which is tied to your mind and your circuits…what makes you you. Tapping into the lifeforce of a person means the soul which consists of-"

"Memories, is that right to say so?"

"Why, uh…yes that was what I was going to say." The woman said with an impressed look at his perception as she leaned back hearing the creak of the pew from its age as she stretched her legs out respectfully resting at the feet of the floor, Amos rubbing the back of his neck as he closed his eyes already anticipating some form of answer like that already. "So what's the big secret that you're trying to get to, anyways this doesn't involve me unless it is the memory sharing bit that I want to clarify…with my circumstances." The woman scratched her cheek with her finger tracing the smooth skin while noting some small bumps with a slight frown before she replied sharply but still keeping a neutral tone.

"It does matter to me because the circumstances that you were mentioning briefly was what has me confused with this whole mess," she turned to stare at him seriously dropping the small smile she had held throughout the conversation until this point clenching her hands in her lap the subtle change attracting Amos' attention to her small tremble. "You are supposed to be a Master, the Command Seals are working like they should…and despite all the irrefutable facts I still feel doubt about that," the female clarified her position as she looked at the man's mark which was jutting out of the cuffs of his shirt, the man looking blankly at the mark showing his obvious disdain for the mark in question as he stretched up his sleeve to look closely at the mark which he had revealed to the two Servants from before while the woman glanced at it briefly flickering to the lower tier of symbols.

"These don't feel like Command Seals at all…they feel malicious in intent and seem to function like the Seals themselves, it feels wrong every time I look at it."

"That's because I wasn't a Master or one of your despicable magic users." That declaration shook the woman to her core as she looked to the man who was sitting next to her grasping the mark while looking with hatred pouring out from his skin giving a spiteful glance at it. "I investigated a summoning circle, for what kind of use I don't wish to know, and next thing I knew something attacked me…I fought back, was defeated and then this thing came to be on my hand and arm. It's not some symbol of pride to have it but carries the weight of a mark of ownership or a slave brand made by that instrument of folly and pride which I aim to destroy permanently. I have already seen what that can do, and having human access to such instruments sickens me…magic becoming the one thing to experiment and create monsters, all for the sake of destroying monsters which makes no sense at all. Taking human souls to use for experiments and even create magic, no man on earth should have such powers it is disgusting and despicable to think that people are able to throw away morals for logic."

"There is no glory in magic and nothing fascinating that enraptures people or should, seems like it is studied only to experiment, develop and kill without hesitation and the same applies for many other instances." Amos finished as he let the branded arm drop to the pew's wooden surface, the roughness scraping against his palm while the woman found herself wondering more about this man who held such vehement views on its existence. "I cannot help but agree with your point of view on this, Amos…such a power or anything like it should not be something that exists. However, with that suggestion in mind are you planning to find a way to end magic with your two hands…would that become the goal you choose after you have accomplished all that is done here?"

"I will say this once, I have an obligation and willingness to destroy the Grail and I will be free. I don't hold love for going on a path that wasn't explicitly stated that I should champion on, it is a concern on my mind but until it is stated otherwise I will not act upon that path."

"That is the reason why you're here then? Or will you have an ulterior motive that isn't involved in such paths?"

"Not your business, I am afraid." Amos spoke rebutting her from finding anything more about the other circumstances that brought him here, the woman sighing in defeat as she flopped back onto the pew feeling her neck strain the moment it touched the head of the pew the discomfort of her position led her to stand head tilted downwards in deep thought considering his words in weight, Amos on the other hand continued to sit his eyes closed in silent prayer as his mouth began to move with his voice barely a whisper to be heard in the large building using the quiet environment that was present to begin as a sanctuary for prayer. Once he was done, Amos rose from the pew releasing his clenched hands lowering it to his sides just as the woman spoke to him with an interested glance thrown his way, a finger to her lips in observation at his prayer which was muted to a whisper. "You pray as well…I remember when I used to do that all the time in those periods of doubt to clear my mind and find assurance that my cause was right, that is something I wasn't expecting from a person who stumbled into this unwillingly."

"People ask for God by proof, the proof is just by faith as people can easily dismiss miracles out of logic as easily as asking for proof from God…it is called hubris, and a desire for people to scoff and insult those who follow faith. Especially one such as mine, where either those who join do not follow the path anyway and stumble or those who give up almost immediately when life doesn't give them an easy path, the road is blatantly written as difficult and the life of an outcast. No one wants to admit it, talk about causes and affirmation but nowadays the signs of doing the right thing are hidden from our view." He stated as he walked towards the center of the building eyeing the two stained-glass portraits again for the second time, watching the depictions of the two women and the situation around them as he turned to see the woman move to his side observing the same view he had over the windows, her curiosity made known to him. "And what do you see when you look up there, the woman in red who fought against her own image and the woman who was burned at the stake for being a witch?"

"You want to know what I see…huh." Amos said as he stared ahead, the man's eyes roaming around the pictures for barely a few moments before he tore his gaze away from them turning his back towards the pictures and began to walk towards the large wooden doors leaving the blonde woman in the dress behind, hearing the distant call of bells attracting him towards the entrance as he pulled at the handles throwing them wide open as he left his parting words to her.

"I see nothing I can judge."


The next morning, Shirou's house

Ravager watched dutifully as her master slept through the night in the guest room without any issue whatsoever with the fact that he was relaxing right in the middle of a dormant battle zone, the knight clenching the grip which she had on her sword which sat beside her while she knelt head bowed in meditation of what had just occurred in the previous night, the images of her fighting that person again and how her own master robbed her of any chance for vengeance played out like a broken record the Servant slapping her hand against the wooden floor while questions began to arise in her mind.

How? How could he even stop her? Didn't he know what he was interrupting when he did that? She highly doubted that he would know that last one, however the pain of just having her revenge lying in front of her almost helpless and powerless to stop her was snatched away due to a stupid command…she had done all she could to hold in her annoyance at sitting next to Saber and resist the urge to just fight the Servants and eliminate the competition.

Since she was born, Ravager had always been told that she was someone who was a person of great ability and someone who held many advantages over normal humans, a woman who would lead a country onto a greater path with her heritage and power. For many years her mother would train her and develop her skills in battle, tactics and the day to day affairs of running a kingdom whenever she could all of it done in the method of preparation for rising up to the one throne she was told to have eyes for. The throne of England, the seat of power that can determine the winds of change and decision as well as the opportunity to succeed a powerful kingdom to make it more powerful under her own rule. As a result of such she was told to slowly prepare and take over the kingdom right from under her father's nose, coiled like a viper conjuring all the hate against a person she did not even know and to strike out savagely…and she recalled how she didn't believe a word her mother told her, the tales of her father being a widely known story even reaching her ears seemed to indicate to her a different story than the ones her mother told her about. She left eventually on her own to seek out this king she would supposedly succeed and also the kingdom he would leave her the moment he was unable to do so, and her search guided her to the capital itself with life and joy filling the land with blessings. She swore as a knight later after proving herself with her helmet being the only identifier of her identity to the king, proclaiming her position as a trusted member of the Round Table itself the highest honor which edged close to the king's.

But then just as things took off, she removed her helmet and things came to a halt. Her father, the king first denounced her and called her a plan of her mother's to take the throne while he was still alive most likely by killing him and all she could do was watch as the king who once felt like a real father watching proudly as his knights came to restore peace and put down those who would threaten their security, fall into a rage. She remembered fleeing the capital for fear of his wrath and finding her mother who told her the reason why she hid her: because her father the king would not accept her for who and what she really was. She took that lesson to heart and committed herself to overthrowing her father in order to create a newer and stronger, more peaceful realm than her father's indifference ever could, but she failed on the battlefield before it even began. Yet now fate she decided had given her another chance to do so, if not for her master who had rejected the notion in the first place of doing such a thing and put himself and his wishes in her way, the thought of even talking about negotiations with a fellow competitor much less the master of her was the last thing on her mind.

"…" Hearing a stir and the ruffling of sheets, Ravager turned to stare at the barely conscious man who was stretching out a hand to grip the floor his hand thumping the surface as it searched for something before Ravagaer noticed the grip of Marie his weapon lying next to him barely below his waist as the man's hand touched the butt of the gun lightly calming him down somewhat just as Amos slowly arose bed hair sticking out in all places as the young man stretched his neck a little hearing the muscles strain as a sharp pain hit him.

"Gah, crappy floorboards and mats…"

"Master, you're awake." Ravager kept her voice in check just as he wiped his forehead, a layer of sweat covering the back of his palm as he greeted her with a smile. "Good morning, Ravager I trust you've calmed down for the moment?"

"I have, though I do not agree we should linger in such a dangerous area such as this with another Master and his Servant in their home territory…" Amos waved off the concern even though he took it to heart, the man relaxing his tense muscles from the long dream he was having as he woozily walked on his swaying feet towards the bathroom his voice croaking weakly while he clutched onto the doorway of the bathroom turning his head to give her a tired smile. "Relax, I know the personality of a kind and trustworthy man when I see one…besides, I think it's time we try to develop some trust with others before using our swords."

That's where you are wrong, Master. "…Fine, we can do that but I will be watching for any suspicious movements from either him or the girl if we meet her again," Ravager promised as Amos gave her a thumbs up in response moving closing the bathroom door behind him to wash up at the sink before a sudden thought hit him just as he turned on the tap the silence of the small space becoming a little awkward as he looked at the empty cup without a single toothbrush to be seen lying atop the sink near a soap bar his mind ticking like a clock before the words formed in his mouth out of realization.

"Well, shit."


Elsewhere

Bazett sighed as she poured herself a cup of coffee, the woman settling into her chair as she flipped out the note in her fingers observing the neatly written note recalling the events not too long ago where she had met Kotomine according to plan at the warehouse to discuss further plans on how to proceed, the mention of the priest bringing a sour look to her face before the woman placed the cup of coffee down humming while she read the note again.

"Meet me at the manor up in the hills at the old Fuyuki district, there we can talk more about what to do next…rest well," Bazett recited part of the note word for word the mage folding the paper and slipping it into her shirt's breast pocket, the woman sitting at the counter while placing a hand under her chin stirring the coffee in the cup. "That's…where he is I am guessing? But could it be from him or Kirei?"

Shrugging off the possibilities of what or who could be there Bazettt finished her cup of coffee up the last of many luxuries she would have to throw away as soon as she walked out of the door, the mage threw on a brown leather jacket across her shoulders leaving the jacket unzipped while she took her bag with her containing the belongings she had taken with her from Ireland to come here the woman throwing a final glance at the tidy hotel room before she closed the door entering the elevator to exit the building. It didn't take her long to check out, the bell boy bowing his head in respect as she left looking over the contents of the note again to confirm her destination as she flagged down a cab and entered the backseat setting her bag beside her with a thump on the seat.

"May I help you, miss?" The taxi driver greeted her as she gave a polite nod and smile in return. "I was hoping you could take me to the city's old district if you could, near one of the transport stops."

"Of course," the taxi driver replied as he drove on down the traffic flow, while Bazett glanced outside observing the buildings and people zip by the window as she contemplated the note again, the hand on her lap forming a fist as she glanced towards the front seeing a glimpse of the destination inbound.

Kotomine, you're going to pay for this betrayal.

End


Author's notes: Hey guys this is the first of the updates I will be posting for old stories I have written before the newer ones caught up with me, so do take note if you see any more extra chapters popping right up!

I can't say much more because I have been writing for a long time now, but take care and hope you enjoyed your reading experience on the VI train.

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