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My sudden hiatus was not planned, I just got sick bad and unfortunately that may or may not have killed my motivation to do the Goblin Slayer story. However this time it'll be different, I swear I'll give you guys an ending even if it kills me.
I joined a Writing Contest.
The rules are as follows:
"(Looking for Rin, Sakura or Saber in other worlds. basically the girls reincarnated as a character from another series that adapt to them.) Therefore, their names change to those of the series, with their lives. you cannot change the character's birth name to that of the chosen girls. (that is, the reborn girl will not be called Rin, Sakura or Altoria) although the clothing can be changed to the taste of the reborn.
The main male character to be used, as you already know: "Shirou Emiya, in any of his versions or universes, as well as Archer."
Please be patient with me, and I hope you enjoy.
It was faint…
The faintest feeling of someone reaching out brushed the edge of my senses, they held onto my being and pulled me close. Warmth surged into me as my eyes fluttered open. I was moving, the pitter patter of rushed footsteps reached my ears as I took in the lavish house, the cerulean carpet going as far as the eye could see.
I could see a woman, her face obstructed by her height. As I went to view her features, I was let go.
It came as a shock, my eyes shot open-No, I had no eyes. Yet I was hyper aware of everything that went on around me, I had nothing to feel with, yet I felt everything. All I knew for certain was that I was moving, like a leaf flowing in a stream I was at the mercy of the current. I could only hope that this stream did not have any rapids.
I'm not always going to be there to save you…
Who was speaking? Save me?
I'm sorry…
I'll be better…
Better for what?
You'll need to be if you ever want to leave…
I felt it once again, someone reached out to me from beyond what I could perceive.
Pain shot through me, as the sudden intake of breath comforted the burning I felt in my lungs. I wanted to scream, but I would not...I knew I had felt much worse. Where exactly did I feel that?
A massive metal boot stepped forward causing me to jump, a Knight a massive steel knight with an equally massive steel sword swung at me. I dodged, feeling the weight in my hands.
A sword…
I searched my thoughts for why I had this in hand, where were my jewels?
Jewels?
The stream had me once again, I could feel annoyance surge within me as I flowed down the stream. I did not remain idle, I focused. Desperately searching for the proverbial hand to pull me out from the stream once again. I would not let go again, if I did then I would never let myself live it down.
I do not fail…
But…
Who was I?
I pushed the thought away as I sensed it, the moment I felt it make contact I held on. I would not let go, what followed was a light that I could only describe as the light of a new dawn gracing my features.
The new day had come like an intruder in my home, a silent figure yet one that I knew was present. My eyes slowly fluttered open allowing the dim light of the morning sun to illuminate and warm my features, I sighed. I was never much of a morning person.
I moved to the edge of the bed, and reached for my toes making sure to keep my legs straight as I bounced before straightening myself out. My hair flowing from my head as I walked to my dresser, reaching for the comb I began to comb my hair counting each stroke.
One
Two
Three
It required no effort, I made sure that my hair did not tangle or twist in any way that would resist the teeth of the comb in my hands.
Knock Knock
"Come in." I called out to the door, as a somewhat stout man peered through the small opening. "Ah good morning, I thought I'd inform you that breakfast is ready."
"I see." I replied. "Thank you Klein."
Klein bowed. "No thanks needed Miss Schnee." he said with a smile, I returned it with one of my own as he shut the door. My smile vanished not long after, that name...it wasn't mine. I plundered it, I looked into the mirror taking in my features. My long snow white hair that flowed down until my chest, my piercing blue eyes and smooth porcelain skin that held no imperfections, save for the scar above my left eye.
I sighed, everyday I was adjusting. Yet everyday is another one I fear I'll awaken without any recollection of who I am. I stared into the mirror that reflected the face that was now mine. I leaned forward, my face mere inches away from the mirror as I jabbed a finger into it.
You are Rin Tohsaka…
I felt the pit in my stomach grow smaller, as my existential crisis passed. Today was a new day, and I could only imagine what today had in store for me. I reached for the bands that would hold my hair in place, and carefully tied my hair into the desired style.
I managed a smile, if anyone could pull off pigtails it was Rin Tohsaka.
As I finished my meal, I wiped the edges of my mouth with a napkin. Klein stood a fair distance away, I looked at my empty plate as my mind began to wander.
In all my time at the Clocktower, I had immersed myself into the study of all manner of magecraft. Reincarnation was something that was normally impossible, it was the domain of the Third Magic. It was something that had been lost to time, in truth that was the point of the Holy Grail Wars to reenact the magic of manifesting a soul.
Though that would be impossible, I knew for a fact that I had Saber destroy the Grail…"Saber?" I muttered, placing a hand on my head as I felt a sharp pain drill into me from my forehead. I winced, my memories were still fuzzy.
"Two weeks." I sighed, it had been two weeks since I had awoken in this body, in this mansion. I didn't know where I was and I didn't know how I had gotten here. I paused to try and recall all the information I currently had at my disposal.
First, I wasn't anywhere on Earth.
I was on a completely different world, from what I could gather without sounding like a crazy person. I found out that this world was named Remnant, a world composed of four major kingdoms.
Second was myself, or rather the name of the body I was inhabiting.
Weiss Schnee, the name felt more natural compared to my own. I shook my head, now was not the time for thoughts like that. Weiss Schnee was the heiress to the Schnee Dust Corporation, a major corporation that was the largest producer of Dust to the world of Remnant.
Next was Dust.
I looked off to the side of the dining hall where a crystal about a foot in length rested within a clear glass case. It shimmered a pale blue that matched the color of my eyes. It honestly came as a surprise that Dust was an energy propellant, it functioned similarly to my Jewel Magecraft albeit much weaker.
I had yet to experiment with the substance, so my information was a bit limited. However today was the day I wanted to change that, I turned to Klein as I pushed the seat back to be able to stand. "Klein." I called out.
"Yes Miss Schnee?" He replied.
"Could you be so kind as to fetch me some Dust? I've been meaning to experiment with something." Klein seemed to pause for a moment, before his eyes changed color to a light brown. "What have you been meaning to experiment with?"
Another thing I had come to find out, that Klein seemed to have a personality disorder. He had seven distinct personalities, truthfully I found it hilarious. If my German was accurate then his name roughly translated to Small Seven and I was Weiss Schnee which meant White Snow.
In short, I was Snow White and Klein was all seven of my dwarves.
"I just wanted to experiment with something." I answered, returning from the tangent in my thoughts. 'My interest was piqued, and I decided to see if my thoughts were right."
That answered seemed enough to satisfy Klein, who nodded. "I see, I'll bring you only the best Dust we have."
"Thank you, I'll be waiting in my room." I excused myself and headed into the massive halls of the Schnee mansion. It was quiet, it was hard to believe that there were people other than Klein and myself in its massive halls. Though, as I found from my time masquerading as Weiss...her family was...difficult.
"Ah, sister." Case and point, I turned to face the voice behind me which belonged to a young man who shared my snow white hair.
"Hello Whitley." The male gave a mock bow before tilting his head, and gave a light scoff. "I'll say it every time I see you sister, the new style you've fixed your hair into really makes you seem younger."
I smiled, being careful not to let my disdain for him show. I had no idea if Weiss knew that her brother was a snake that was carefully coiling around her waiting for a chance to strike, but I was wiser. My time with the many mages within the Clocktower made me rather aware of the intentions of others.
"I wanted to reinvent myself." I replied. "Some individuality you could say to separate me from you and Winter."
Whitley stiffened for a moment, no doubt being offended by some microaggression I had committed against him. I let out an internal sigh, people like him were often the most taxing to deal with. Though I'd rather deal with Whitley than Shinji Matou. That disgusting human being got what he deserved during the War, it's a shame that I couldn't beat him myself for what he tried to do to me.
"If you'll excuse me Whitley, I have other matters to attend to." Whitley shrugged, and corrected his posture. "Oh, such a shame. I wanted to spend some time with you sister." he continued. "Afterall, you'll be heading off to Beacon the day after tomorrow will you not?"
Beacon? It was a name I hadn't heard mentioned yet, what exactly was it? I needed answers.
"True, what are your thoughts on the matter Whitley?" I asked.
"I do not have much to say on the matter unfortunately." He began. "However I do share in father's sentiments. Why go to another Kingdom entirely for your education when Atlas offers something of equal or greater quality?" he cocked his head back in thought. "Though I suppose you'd seek out a better teacher if Winter couldn't teach you how to summon."
I see, so Beacon was a school, an academy to be precise. Judging by Weiss' age, she was around 17 perhaps 18 if her birthday had already come to pass. So she was off to college, that was a surprise but perhaps I could use it to learn more of the world I was in.
"Miss Schnee." Klein called out from behind me. "I would like to inform you that your trainer is here."
"I see, I'll be with you shortly." I turned to Whitley. "Let us continue this conversation later brother." Whitley bowed as I excused myself following the portley butler, who escorted me to a rather open training area where an older man stood.
Klein handed me a rapier, and began backpedaling out of the room before stopping at the door frame. "I leave you in the capable hands of Mr. Merlon." before shutting the doors leaving me with my so called Trainer.
"Hello Miss Schnee." Merlon spoke, his voice was gruff yet gentle. "I apologize for not being able to come and train with you these past two weeks. I was feeling rather ill."
"Things such as that cannot be helped." I replied, but my mind was racing. This man was supposed to be my trainer, and if the blade Klein had handed me was any indication. Weiss Schnee was someone who knew how to fight, granted I did as well but I fought with my magecraft not with a sword.
I glanced at the blade in my hand, an ornate rapier that seemed to have a rotating cylinder by the guard, was this a firearm? The many colors that adorned the interior of the cylinder caught my attention. They were Dust in a powdered form.
Just how was this used?
"Miss Schnee, I heard you'll be heading to Beacon in a few days." I nodded to confirm his statement. "I see, then I should see if you still remember what I've taught you." I watched as Merlon pulled out a blade of his own, a broadsword.
I gulped at the sight of him taking a stance, as I brandished my own blade at him. "Begin!" he cried out immediately closing the distance between us in a single step, I rolled out to the side much to my own surprise before quickly bringing up my blade to parry.
I took a cautionary step back, not wanting to be harmed even if this was just a friendly spar between student and teacher. "What's wrong? You're usually more aggressive?"
"I'm being cautious." I voiced out, I knew what kind of damage a broadsword could do; especially when the person swinging it had the strength to put it to good use. Saber proved that during the war, her techniques and mastery over her weapon made her one of the deadliest.
However…
This man was not Saber. I pressed onward, my blade poised to strike at a moment's notice. Merlon struck once again, as I narrowly avoided his blow. A rapier was built for quick strikes, while it is capable of parrying; a heavy blade would simply knock it aside.
"How did I know that?" I thought, as I rushed in the moment Merlon had finished his strike getting many quick strikes that made him wince. Another strike, I stepped back only to see him strike the air before him. A cut of what seemed to be fire barreled towards me, instinct took over as I vaulted over the slash.
I would save my astonishment for later, but right now Merlon had repeated his strike. Now a slash of wind and ice, it was over before I could react.
I sat on the floor as Merlon rushed to my side. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes, I am." He extended a hand to me which I took, he eyed me before taking a step back. "I can see things have changed since my last visit." He sheathed his blade as he took a step back. "I'm sorry for not noticing that you were not in top form Miss Schnee."
"N-no, it's fine." I began. "I suppose you could say I was worried about my departure to Beacon."
The man's features softened. "You're worried?"
I managed a nod, it wasn't a lie. I was worried, I would need to leave the confines of the Schnee manor to learn more about this world, but to depart into a world where I have no basic knowledge is risky. I need information, or a guide or-
It hit me.
I could have a companion, I could have a guide. Whitley had provided me with the answer I needed.
Though I suppose you'd seek out a better teacher if Winter couldn't teach you how to summon.
Summoning, Weiss Schnee may not have been capable of summoning but Rin Tohsaka was a mage. Someone capable of using all the elements, she was a mage of great talent. She had to try if she wanted to venture out into the world without fear.
A smile managed to form upon my lips as I formulated the details in my head. I could do this, I had my knowledge and this world had the tools I needed. If I could somehow utilize Dust and the natural energy of the world, perhaps I could pull off a miracle and summon a Heroic Spirit or at the very least a familiar that I could use to make information gathering easy.
"Miss Schnee?" Merlon asked, he still stood before me.
"I apologize, but suddenly I don't find myself as worried." I assured, I could barely contain myself. The excitement of finally using my Magecraft once again was liberating. It was like leaving the car after a long trip. I was at the cusp of something great, or the beginning of my way back home.
All I had to do now was bide my time.
To save one person means forsaking another…
Hardened gray eyes stared forward, surveying the massive estate that towered before him. He let out a sigh as he approached. The mage inside was more than aware of his presence at this point, after all what kind of mage wouldn't have a bounded field surrounding their estate?
Shirou Emiya was a person of many talents, and in the words of those in the clocktower: "A waste of talents." He did not mind, he always did have thick skin.
Currently he was on duty, an "Unofficial Enforcer" if you will. At the age of 22 years old he was being sent to all manner of places. To do what you may ask?
To silence mages who have stepped out of line.
This mage in particular was the last remaining member of the Lopov family. A family of mages that lived up to their name. They used to be a prominent family of mages, their magecraft specialized in containing spells to be used for a later date; much like Jewel magecraft.
Shirou's features tightened for a moment, he let out a sigh as he stood at the front door. Few light knocks followed, and he waited.
He pitied the family, they could have been a prominent family for many generations to come. Though they got greedy. The higher ups at the Clocktower should have seen this coming, if a family of mages figured out how to contain and hide away different forms of Magecraft, they should have foreseen this situation.
Shirou recalled the details of his assignment, the Lopov family had begun killing and stealing the research of other mages. While this wasn't unheard of, it was only a matter of time before they had stolen from the wrong people.
Needless to say, those who had been involved were culled immediately.
That's just how it was.
While Shirou wasn't one for needless killing, he had to step up for this one. By some asinine percentage of chance, the fools had somehow managed to acquire the secrets of the Second Magic. It hurt himself to think about how, and the only reason he was even here was because the Wizard Marshall himself had appeared without warning in the Clocktower.
He appeared, glanced around the room and let out a yawn. Telling them that a portion of the secret of the Second Magic had been "stolen". Though the level of credibility they gave to Zeltrech's claim was varied, no one dared to speak up as to not receive the ire of the Wizard Marshall.
Shirou shook his head, removing the thought from his mind. He had waited for long enough, and reeled in his foot.
With a swift kick the doors blew off their hinges, and Shirou entered not soon after.
He traced the staircase and found a man standing proudly, his hand resting on the banister as he eyed Shirou.
"Vicenzo Lopov." Shirou began. "You have been deemed a dangerous individual, and have been asked to be terminated." Vicenzo did not move when Shirou took a step forward, and locked eyes with him. "However, I'm willing to overlook this if you give the secrets of the Second Magic back."
"No one has to die today." Shirou said, his voice low.
"An Enforcer who does not want to kill." Vicenzo muttered. "Curious."
"A family's secrets are important for the good of all magecraft." Shirou commented. "I'd rather not let the secrets you have be lost." Vicenzo nodded, and began climbing down the stepps. "I see.."
"I'm glad you do, but you won't be taking my offer will you?" Vicenzo smiled. A sigh escaped Shirou's lips, and glanced up at the man. He never took pleasure in this part.
Warmth began to surge within his veins, the rush of Magical Energy making his spine tingle as he stood ready. With a steady breath, he held his hands open. His mind already visualizing the married falchions.
Trace on…
"Miss Schnee?" I flinched, seeing Klein in the partly opened doorway. "I'll be retiring to my quarters for the night." I nodded, placing the book in my hands down upon the desk. "I see, goodnight Klein."
"Goodnight." He parrotted. "Please do be careful with those crystals."
I nodded. "I will, I'll see you in the morning."
I watched the door shut as Klein vacated the room, I waited for a moment. Waiting for his footsteps to become silent before I opened the drawer beside me. Within were notes, my findings of what I had learned about Dust.
I stood up, and moved to the open space before my bed. The long rectangular chest that rested at the foot of my bed caught my attention, I opened it revealing an ornate silver rapier. The guard showing the capability to open and rotate like a revolver.
"Myrtenaster." The name came to mind, it was a weapon made for Weiss Schnee. A dignified weapon that reflected her status. I turned to my notes, and found the vials of powdered dust that fit into the revolving chambers.
I took in a breath, I was nervous.
There were many unknowns, and I was working with materials that were foreign to me. My knowledge of magecraft was extensive, thanks to my studies and my time in London but all those would be rendered useless if no magecraft could work in this world.
No, there was no time to shy away from action because of failure.
I calmed myself, recalling the information I had gathered in my few hours of studying Dust.
First, Dust was full of energy. It was raw elemental power confined within the crystals, it was similar to my Jewel Magecraft and could be activated by using the life energy that living beings produced. Upon activation the power in the crystals could be utilized and aimed.
If I were to use Dust to power my magecraft it would help me a great deal, but from what I had gathered Dust was still rather expensive despite being a common commodity. It seems that regardless of the world things that looked like Jewels were always expensive.
I moved to the middle of the room, and stripped away the carpet. Myrtensaster's blade pointed at the pristine floor. It was a shame to deface the floor, but I needed my answers. The thin blade scratching the floor with an irritating screech.
"Bear with it." I muttered to myself, and continued to scratch in the patterns and designs needed to make the magic circle.
I sat back and observed my handiwork, it had been some time since I had last drawn a magic circle. I hoped it was satisfactory enough to be used for my purposes, I made a mental note to use chalk to draw one next time when I found a location for my workshop.
I looked to the clock on the wall.
Fifteen minutes to 2 am. Had I been scratching in that pattern for that long? No wonder I felt tired, I quickly placed the Dust on the points of my circle and stood back. "Dust can help me start the ritual, but I need my own Magical Energy to keep it sustained." I reminded myself, there was no doubt Dust was innately filled with energy but they seemed to be fit for short bursts. I had to rely on my own reserves to not only summon a familiar, but also keep them tied to this plane of existence.
The time was drawing near, I had to begin.
I stood at the cusp of the circle, and held out my hand. I needed an additional Catalyst to make sure that I got the servant I needed. A Servant that was deeply tied to me.
The image of an elegant Ruby pendant flashed in my mind, one I wished that I had with me. I drew Myrtensaser once again, and placed it upon my open palm. I winced slightly as the blade cut into my flesh, blood pooled from my hand and dripped down to the magic circle.
It was time.
Anfang…
Shirou hated this, again he HATED this.
Diving behind a marble column, he made himself as compact as possible as the waves of fire slammed against it. The heat making him sweat and curse. "If they can steal spells and contain them, then why WOULDN'T they keep some for themselves?!" Shirou scolded himself.
Dismissing the blades from his hands, a bow took their place in a flash of light. The moment he felt the heat begin to diminish, he dove from behind the column and nocking an arrow before airming it at his target.
The arrow flew straight, but it was off by a few centimeters. It cut Vicenzo's cheek before impaling itself on the wall behind him.
Heed my words my will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny…
Vicenzo retreated deeper into his estate, prompting Shirou to follow him.
The halls were dark despite it being daytime, it was dreary and reeked of suffering. What exactly had happened here? Had the family taken their victims back here to extract their knowledge? Shirou pressed onward, his bow was primed. Each corner was checked with the meticulousness of a SWAT officer.
The halls were vast, and grew darker the deeper he went.
He debated bringing down the whole estate down with a Broken Phantasm, but who knows what kind of spells he could have hidden here. He didn't want to accidentally set something off.
Shirou stalked down the halls once more, and came upon a door that was slightly ajar.
If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason, answer me…
Shirou opened the door, his sights set on the man who stood at the back of the room. He paced himself, Shirou knew better than to rush into a room where his target was waiting for him. He took in the room, cabinets, vials, papers, and various concoctions bubbled and sputtered. This was his workshop.
"We can still resolve this." Shirou extended the offer once again.
"Even if you were to let me go, I would not be able to continue my research."
I hereby swear...That I shall be all the good in the world.
"Would that be such a terrible fate?" Shirou asked, he knew the type of person Mages were but he still strove to try and solve this without the loss of life. Yet he was no fool, the design of a certain weapon was already ready in his mind. Ready to be traced at a moment's notice.
That I shall defeat all evil in the world.
"You are an oddity boy." Vicenzo added before he revealed his hand, or the lack thereof. His blood had been leaking blood onto the floor for an amount of time. How had he not noticed this? "I would have liked to get to know you, but I will not be stopped." It happened in an instant, the floor shimmered to life with a large magic circle that Shirou was smack in the middle of.
Thou Seventh Heaven, clad in the three great words of power.
There was no use in hesitating, the blade in Shirou's mind came forth in a flash of blue. The spiral sword that he had seen his counterpart use in the melee between Saber and Berserker. The circle had began to spark and glow more vibrantly, it was activating.
"Too late boy!" Vicenzo exclaimed. "The circle may be an imperfect replica of the mystery of the Second Magic, but it can still send you anywhere." The blood from his cut off limb had stopped flowing, as the circle hummed to signify that it was powering itself. Shirou took a breath, drawing back the string of his bow.
"I do wish you fare better than my test subjects, most of them would return mutilated." Shirou ignored Vicenzo's ramblings and held his breath. He knew his shot would not miss, but he had a hard time breaking the habits he had formed in his time in archery class.
I am the bone of my sword.
The weapon came to life, sensing the intent of being used by its wielder.
Come forth from the circle of binding, Guardian of the Scales!
"Caladbolg!" Shirou cried out as he released the arrow blade, the very air it passed through twisting and deforming as it traveled. He barely caught a glimpse of Vicenzo's expression turn from one of triumph to one of realization. He was going to die.
Blinding lights followed by a rip in the air threw Shirou back, it felt like a punch in the face. Similar to the experience, Shirou felt weightless then saw white.
I felt myself be thrown back, as a force jolted through my whole body.
I felt the cold marble floors, and watched as the circle lost its luster. The brilliant light that it once showed now dimming, and plunging the room I was in back into darkness. The notes I had written were fluttering down to the ground slowly, and even one of my mirrors had cracked.
I managed to crawl to one of the points of the circle, and cradled the Dust crystal in my hand. It was dim, just like the circle. It had used up all its power, and I found myself alone.
A growl escaped my lips as I threw the crystal against the wall. Frustrated, I resigned myself to being alone. There was no one I could call upon, there probably wasn't anyone I could call out to from where I was. None of the heroes existed in this world, if there were they were foreign to me.
I wanted to cry.
Then looked to the discarded Myrtenaster, perhaps...perhaps if I introduced it to my chest, I would return to the stream. I doubt I would be lonely, and I doubt that I would suffer. I took a breath, and dropped the blade.
I was no coward, I would not take the easy way out.
"You can do this…" I assured, and stood. I could try again, there was nothing I had to lose. No-I shouldn't give myself false hope, I knew that if this was to work I needed to be sure that the Throne of Heroes existed in this world, and I was sure that it did not.
"At least throw me a bone here!" I exclaimed, slamming my fist into the post of my bed, pain shot through my hand as I clenched my fist and choked back a yelp. I retracted my hand and began to nurse it, perhaps that would teach me not to throw tantrums. I tried to shake off the pain from my still hurting hand, hoping that the pain would subside soon.
Wait-No, my hand wasn't just hurting. It was burning, the back of my hand.
I nearly jumped for joy if it weren't for the pain shooting through my hand. Two partially completed circles, the smaller of the two nestled within its larger counterpart. While a small line that sought to connect to them formed near the base of my wrist.
I choked back a sob of pain as I felt my mind be assailed, the pain I felt that burned my hand surged up my arm and into my head. The pain was unbearable, it was like being stabbed by a hot knife over and over again.
Then…
Visions of a field of fire filled my mind, the smoke choking me as I waded through the fire. Screams of the trapped and burning filled my ears, it was utter agony.
What manner of Heroic Spirit did I summon?
Another wave of pain washed over me as another vision filled my mind, the pain was enough to force me to my knees. Then the answer of who I had summoned came, I would be a fool to not recognize the scenery.
A hill of blades.
"Shi-" I did not finish my thought as I sobbed, the intense pain that continued to shoot through my mind did not let up. I prayed that this was the final one, a vision of the shrinking moon. They were getting farther from the moon-No, that wasn't right the moon wasn't shrinking per say.
They were falling from the sky.
Then nothing. "No!" I cried out, the pain subsiding as suddenly as it came.
I could only hear my ragged breaths as I scanned the room, it was still empty and remained in the same state of disarray as earlier. I glanced down at my hand, the markings were gone. I pushed away the thought, or more accurately another thought had forced the previous thought away.
My summoning had worked, they may not have been here but they had been summoned.
My eyes peered out to the large fresh doors that lead to the balcony. The frigid night air kissed my skin as I stepped out, my eyes making their way to the moon. The same moon that he had seen, he was out there somewhere.
I found myself smiling, I wasn't going to be alone for long. I found myself being excited to explore the world. "I hope I'll see you soon, Emiya-kun."
This will serve as an intro chapter, I intend to keep my promise I will give you guys an ending.
Count on it
Word Count (Excluding Author's Notes): 5,654