I do not own anything here, this has all been written because I ran out of fics to read and decided "Fine, I'll do it myself".
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Her existence is slowly rotting away. From her feet- all the way up to her legs, it continues. They are already something that does not even exist in this world.
"Servants cannot oppose Al-Layl, the true night. Even one such as I, who is close to it, get my magical energy sucked if I merely touch it. A genuine like you should instantly lose consciousness by touching it" Assassin says. His words fall on deaf ears as Saber struggles to maintain the slightest remnants of a clear conscience. "But that would be a waste as my goal is not to merely let you disappear...I shall take your heart"
"What- You will?"
"What? Is it so strange for me to kill a target unable to move? Especially as I have run out of daggers." he says as a surge in mana appears out of nowhere. Clearly, it is a [Noble Phantasm]. A representation of a hero's legend.
Assassin's stump of a right arm is revealed. But then it is shown to the world that stump was merely the elbow of an even larger abomination. With a sound of snapping bones a blood red, huge, limb expands. The arm seems to be stitched to Assassin's shoulder.
' No no no no no… that arm will reach. It will reach and rip out my heart...! I can't die here'
The cursed arm is thrown like a lance. A sound of cutting meat and gushing blood.
Her blood drips onto the floor, staining it crimson.
"Ki--kkikikikikikikikik!" madness comes from the masked killer, as his arm completes its job, returning to him- or it should have.
The arm is severed at the elbow.
"YOU! How dare you do this with that dying body of yours!" Assassin screeches.
The Assassin's cursed arm never reached Saber. Before it gouged out her heart she cut it in twain.
Saber's upraised sword falls to the ground although cornered and dying, Saber cannot be defeated by the [Noble Phantasm] of this Assassin, it simply is not strong enough.
"Auh-guh!" but that is her last stand. Her final act of resistance. She has no more left. She cannot go any longer.
She cannot escape the shadow. The power for that has been all used up in that final attack. Even if she did have more to spare, it is too late. The darkness has crawled it's way up from her legs and up to her waist already. It emanates from inside of her. She is being submerged into it, becoming part of the darkness not even illuminated by the moonlight.
Here, the original Saber of the 5th holy grail war falls.
The Silver swordsman-
"Forgive me, Shirou"
Manages one last apology, before becoming one with the mud…
Ah who am I again? I am Artoria Pendr-
No. I am only [ King Arthur, The dark tainted tyrant.
Why am I here? Wait...the war, the shadow, assassin, Shirou, SHIROU-!
I feel pain similar to being torn apart by the seams, worms worms
So many worms
Ah
The faces of those I failed. Lancelot. Guinevere. All my knights of the round. Even Mordred.
Then after that, I failed to obtain the grail.
Once more I failed to obtain it.
I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed.
Even the boy I swore an oath to has probably been killed.
Shirou…
He doesn't matter. I will not end here.
One way or another I shall get my wish granted. Camelot- no, humanity shall not ever remember the name [ King Arthur] ever again. There shall be a better king than me. There has to be.
Then I see it. The ones standing in my way.
I am brought to defeat them. Nothing is wrong. Why am I fighting again? I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway, I shall defeat my enemy and move on.
Heracles, one of the most famous heroes to ever live.
I shall fight and I shall win.
And so I do. The mud envelops his corpse, as the mad Berserker falls.
Huh? People watching the fight...I shall eliminate them.
I recognize them, Archer. Illyasviel. Shirou…
I attack.
Archer blocks. He cannot win anyway, his specialty is still ranged combat, fighting a Saber like myself in melee is suicidal.
I overpower him, he is pushed into a corner as I rush towards the targets to end their lives.
What's wrong…? Why am I Hesitating? Kill kill kill. That's all I'm here to do and the only thing I know for real.
But I've already completed my mission right? So there's no need to kill them- to kill him.
Tch. I guess I shall withdraw for now, a king knows when the battle has ended.
And so I go back within the shadows, the inky blackness, a void where I cannot see anything.
Her memories- MY memories are blurry. Why am I fighting again? I don't know. I don't want to fight- but you want the grail don't you?
Once more I am deployed. I must capture them, they escaped, so it is only natural a lawful king would kill them no matter who they are.
Huh!? They killed it. The mad beast Heracles...with his own sword no less.
No matter, I am being called to assist Sakura and I shall follow the orders. They are absolute...right?
Once more I am deployed. In order to kill any intruder who comes to sav- stop Sakura.
There is nothing wrong at all. Even if all I remember is bloodshed. Even if my memories are broken, scattered. Even if fighting is the only thing I know for real anymore-
I am just following orders right?
Ah, Rin Tohsaka has just left to confront Sakura, as she has ordered I let her pass.
But now.. . Shirou.
He is determined. He knows there is a large chance he will die here, I see it in his eyes. He has the necessary resolve, but it is uncertain. Maybe...he can actually defeat me- No I cannot consider that a possibility.
"That is impossible. you will die here, Shirou" I say to him.
"Oh? But I haven't even taken a single step forward. Wouldn't that go against your orders?" he responds
The figure readies himself. No mercy, he is my enemy. I shall slay him.
But...why can I not show him mercy? Because I am a perfect lawful king.
"It is simply a matter of time, you would never turn and leave"
"Ha. that's right, just shows how well you know me" The redhead nods. "I was always troubling you by being stupid and not listening. I guess you still remember". He gives a look of nostalgia.
Why would he be nostalgic? Were...were we truly friends? No, he's just trying to confuse me with words.
"You talk too much, Shirou. Do you wish for death that much?" fight. Kill. win. That is all and the only thing that needs to happen here.
There is no other reason for my existence here anyways. But...why
Why can I not choose the reason for my existence again? Is...that really all I want to do?
Stop. Getting. Distracted.
"Wow, scary, Saber. Saying you'll kill me even though your sword is still sheathed. You haven't even tried to attack"
Conversation should not be tolerated. I need to nip it in the bud. "That is the rule. Until you show hostility I will spare you. But I can wait here forever and you need to save Sakura, you will eventually lose patience."
You lose either way.
His eyes widen slightly at my words that contain not even the barest trait of anything but neutrality. There are no openings. He has failed. "...damn I guess I have to fight you head on"
What!? Is he serious!? There is no way he can fight me head on, even if I relied on only my sword skills alone!
"Haa-" he removes the red shroud he was wearing around his left arm, revealing the arm to be tanned and muscular, seemingly not his.
That arm...isn't that Archer's? No matter.
"Trace. On." The swords of the mysterious red Archer appear within the hands of Shirou Emiya as soon as he finishes his two word aria.
"Archer's swords...you choose to not imitate my own, Shirou?"
Is he not taking this battle- no me, seriously?! He cannot save anyone like that! Why am I getting angry about this? Would this not merely make his death faster? He is a fool!
"No, that doesn't concern me. The only thing that matters is you have armed yourself. Though insignificant I shall consider it an action of hostility." The battle will begin soon.
I summon my blade, it was once beautiful with colors of gold and blue, yet now it has only a dark, dark black and bright red. "Come, a body such as yours won't even last a few minutes."
My enemy rushes in, clearly going for a strike to my left, I parry. The white counterpart to the black blade rushes in, I deflect the strike and immediately go for his throat.
He Blocks.
What!? How is this- no, it seems in his own mind he doesn't even truly know how he's blocking strikes he could've never blocked ever before.
Clang! Swing to the left and parry once more
Clang! Blocked another attack from Kanshou.
Clang! Excalibur is deflected by both blades.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Upper body, legs, torso, hands, head. All are blocked by him as I keep him on the defensive.
Clang! Shirou's body goes at superhuman speeds even by lower ranked servant standards, 5 steps ahead, no...10 at a time, each movement is calculated whether intentional or not. As if he had millions of years of battle experience, enough to possibly provide even a rival to my [instinct] skill.
Clang! Still, it is not enough. The only attack he ever only got in a single attack, which was the one allowed to him.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Another fifteen attacks are blocked.
His fighting style...similar to that of the red Archer as well. Although not a mere imitation like the weapons he carries, it is suited to him, scarily so.
"Ha-...ha-...ha--" The Magus takes deep heavy breaths. It seems his mind is still human and cannot keep up with his body that is on fire from all this activity.
"Haa--hahahahahahahah!!" it seems to happen again, only this is not just him struggling to breath. No, he is laughing, there is a pure joy coming from this dying boy.
Why is he laughing!? Is...is he finally happy to be keeping up with me? But why? Shouldn't he just be happy he's alive?! Why is he laughing!?
Is it just the thrill of combat? Maybe, as right now I see not the original soft magecraft user that summoned me, but a true warrior. Maybe one who could've even fought alongside me... No, Your time with him has already ended! You betrayed him yourself! You broke your oath to him!
"HAAAAAH!" He moves faster than ever before, though it is still not enough. I attack, he blocks, it pushes him back and so he lets it do so in order to catch his breath.
"Ha-ahhhh" he gasps for air, his body has been pushed to its limits
All that strength as a dying man running on fumes…to defeat me he would need to give up that and more, an impossible possibility. Although Shirou, has never been one for caring what is and isn't possible.
He stares at me with both twin shortswords in hand. I stare back. Sharp scale-like swords are growing out of him, sealing his wounds, his...very being is getting converted into blades. He will become something inhuman soon enough, if not outright die.
"Impossible. You cannot harm me like that let alone defeat me." fighting on the defensive is a sure way to be eventually ground down by me.
He might fall within the next 5 attacks... No, he will fall. I cannot allow any other outcome. Why does this victory feel so hollow? All victories should feel the same, the feeling of "victoriousness" was thrown away with the rest of your emotions when you pulled out that sword.
"Why? I'm keeping up with you aren't I?" The mage responds in a frustrated tone.
"How can you say that knowing your condition?" For some reason I feel nearly obligated to shout at him for his foolishness. "No, you are doing this because of it...even if you do not bleed your very body is becoming swords, I shall obliterate you within this next exchange" I ready my weapon once more.
"I won't know if I don't try. If I can even overpower you once within the next 5 atta-
"Shirou, why are you conserving your energy?" I question him. The statement is filled with more emotion than I'd like, it shouldn't matter if he's conserving energy if he will die anyways right? But I wish to fight him at full strength...why do I want that again?
"But that's-" my...current enemy trails off, debating whether to give up his one last chance to save his beloved.
I feel it is best to resolve this issue. He'll die in both situations. "Shirou, I will return to Sakura after I defeat you. Do you understand? Rin will have to face both me and Sakura."
Why am I warning him again? I don't know, I just feel that doing this gives me the strength to keep going on. Did I ever truly care about the fight between the Tohsaka sisters? The answer is no. I was only ever following orders and winning battles.
"..." The head of house Emiya debates his options. It is an objective fact that Rin Tohsaka cannot defeat her, Artoria Pendragon, on her own. Let alone both her and Sakura together.
"Yes, if I am not there Rin will save Sakura." I don't particularly care or favor one side over the other, merely following orders right?
"Saber..you-"
"Shirou. Is that all I am to you?" I say, my stone cold face betrays my true emotions. I should not have true emotions anyway. A perfect king has no need for them.
Yet...is that truly all I am to him? Only an obstacle to not even consider getting past? Another body to be added to the count? That is the right way to think anyways. Just focus on the possible casualties and your goal. He doesn't care for you anymore, it inhibits his goal.
He clearly debates in his own mind even more. Those eyes...those are the eyes of someone who doesn't fear death, no, as if they never truly did. They show no anger, no hate, only determination truly worthy to be called strong as steel. If only I had something, anything similar, anymore.
At least now I know the facts, Shirou Emiya has never cared for his own life over another. Even now he is only living and letting others die in order to save the people who mean more to him. He is a machine, fundamentally... not human.
"Heh...so it's not like dying here won't accomplish anything" The boy acknowledges his imminent demise, he is determined to end her at the cost of his life, if need be. This broken boy was truly always and forever will be a sword.
" Trace...On!" He convulses a little bit and soon enough more swords form on his body. He activates his magecraft once more and his circuits blaze into life, green and gold energy surrounds his arms.
So his answer is to fight head on once more? Why does he force himself to do this?! Maybe it is because trying to save someone was always his way of life, so he doesn't know any other way to live. Are we truly that similar?-
My thoughts are cut off
"Divine skill, flawless and firm." This aria...is he planning something?
5 seconds pass...a single moment of peace until the storm arrives.
And so, it begins.
CLANG! The enemy throws the twin blades at my neck from both sides, but that does nothing. They are deflected from their paths the moment they get in range of my blade.
"Freeze. Out." golden green light emanates once more as a new set of blades appear.
"The same weapon-?!" Confusion. The first thing that jumps to my head. Why would he choose the same inefficient [Noble Phantasm]?
They block my sword.
Unfortunately, "Useless! That noble phantasm cannot match me!" I don't know what he is planning but it will ultimately be of no worth at all. I unleashed a fatal attack sure to end this fight.
"Strength moves mountains." The next line is chanted coldly and quickly, as a surprise attack somehow comes from behind, forcing me to stop her attack.
"What…!?" My instinct skill is the only reason I am not crippled then and there. Even as a heroic spirit with incredible regenerative powers and infinite mana, that would have been guaranteed death if it hit.
The enemy takes advantage of my seemingly open side and slashes with Bakuya, only for it to be blocked and the sound of glass shattering to fill the cave.
"Blade cuts water."
"Another one!?" This time another slash comes from behind once more. I avoid the attack with my superhuman reflexes. Shirou attempts to stab Bakuya into my chest only for me to block it and destroy the weapon as sounds of shattering glass and clashing metal fill the cave again.
This arrangement...Shirou is aiming for a guaranteed kill, this arrangement and stance is the ultimate technique for that isnt it? He really was giving it his all- still it seems to be not enough.
Time stops. We both assess each other. His attack has ended right? All four blades he had created have been destroyed. He is completely defenseless, unable to do anything without a weapon. Although I have left myself open, Shirou cannot take advantage of that. A stalemate.
But Shirou. This boy. Originally a 3rd rate magus, surpasses his limit and projects the married blades for the last time. And attacks
"L-fe app--ches the -- villa" Her enemy fails to say a chant fully, although new blades form within his once empty hands and he packs as much mana as possible into them, breaking them, Kanshou and Bakuya become overedge.
"SABERRRR!!!"
Wait- what why. Why is the My enemy doing this? Did he truly care? Did he not hate it when I stopped him from being who he is? From saving his beloved? Why why why why!?
[We embrace heaven together.] The last piece of the aria goes unsaid. It doesn't need to be. It is said through his blades, it is their true meaning. The swords are brought down onto my defenseless body, too fast for me to react to them.
The swords crush my spine, barely missing my brain and most vital organs.
"Gah-" I am essentially cut in half.
If I was human and without Avalon this would have killed me multiple times over already...heh Servants really are something. Even then this would normally be enough to kill me without the use of a command spell… ironic that the thing keeping me chained to this time and plane of existence, made to make me a mere weapon and suffer, is the only thing keeping me alive with all it's near infinite mana.
"You...have...grown strong, Shirou...no, you were strong...from the beginning." Shirou Emiya is strong. That phrase means more than skill in combat, it means strength of will and wit as well. Shirou's determination rivals my own to save Britain.
"Please...Shirou, end it quickly. I will regenerate in 10 minutes."
"Shirou?" I manage to turn my head around and look at the body of the man who nearly killed me.
Ah..no...why? He's in a fate worse than death. Completely catatonic yet not dead.
Ha. of course
hA
HAaAA
"Looks like...it's my win, Shirou" hahahah! I have lost the very last thing keeping me even somewhat human. What use do I have to retain even the very will to live?! There is no need for a human anymore, only a sword.
A few minutes pass.
"7 more minutes...can you release Sakura by then, Rin?" my voice is neutral. Not cold. Not hostile. Not satisfied. Not annoyed. Merely only the neutrality of a machine.
Why am I even still alive? Why has [Angra Mainyu] chosen to let my mind be clear right now? Is it to rub all my failures further in my face? To show that it was me who killed the only person left who I wanted to keep living?! To show that I failed to protect even one person!?
The only reason I ever kept going, that I ever even considered retaining my morality and pride as a king, was because I hoped Shirou would have defeated me and freed me- no, killed me. But now I am a mere puppet. A slave to Sakura with Zouken Matou pulling her strings. While [Angra Mainyu] watches the show. There is no reason to disobey anymore. What I do doesn't matter anymore. The person who all of us here, Tohsaka, Matou, or Pendragon, could call a friend, is gone from this earth. And I killed him.
I am a failure. As a king. As a heroic spirit. And as a friend. Maybe I should throw away my sword for good measure, I have dishonored it. Let it be corrupted.
Ah.
It seems her supply of mana has been cut off. So, it seems Rin has realized Shirou is not coming and has ended Sakura Matou's life.
Slowly, Saber Alter once more sinks into the mud. This time instead of a pained, sorry look, she has no expression. A doll even more emotionless than an Einzbern homunculus.
So, the hero of the sword dies as she runs out of everything necessary to maintain her existence. She cannot even muster up the strength to stand up, though, she wouldn't even if she could. She merely wishes to move on to the afterlife and forget her failures like the scared little girl she truly was under the shell that was the title of 'king of knights'...
She wakes deep in a pool of inky blackness. Nothing and everything is always and never here. All her emotions, the ones she has left, disappear. There is only regret here. Suffering, pain, pity. Time passes. Words, thoughts, cannot leave her mind. She cannot feel her body, only knowing it is there through some unknown means. The remaining corrupted dark mana is doing something to her...trying to repair her even faster and faster.
Why? Why does it need to? She is dead. She is supposed to be dead here and leave all her regrets behind.
Is she being punished for her crimes? Is there anything even left for her anyways?
Seconds that feel like hours pass, everything feels dull and boring. This void is scraping away at her mind even more.
Soon regret builds up, even if she would never admit it, she yearns for a second chance to fix things...to make them right. So no one would have to suffer anymore, a simple wish. But as the ideal king, a tyrant, she knows this is impossible.
But it is the only way she has ever known how to live. To be a king, to protect everyone by killing and killing more. The boy was the same. Until his final breath he fulfilled his purpose as a blade to be used in order to save those who need it the most.
Fortunately, the true purpose of the holy grail is to deny the impossible, to reach the true magics and surpass the limits of modern man. And so, with the last vestiges of its power, it gives Saber Alter a choice.
A light appears within the infinite void of emptiness. It shines brightly, like that of a forge burning and sparks jumping off the slowly created blades. Then she hears a voice.
{I can't accept this! I was saved!}
{this is bullshit. It's ridiculous to kill someone so easily! It's ridiculous for me to die so easily!}
Is that voice what she thinks it is? Those words, said by the man made of wrought iron and welding determination of steel. It must be, it must be him. Is he still alive? No, this might be some illusion of the holy grail to make her suffer more is it not?
But deep down inside Saber Alter, a spark of hope has been lit inside of her. This spark is the thing that lights up her draconic core, it fills her with a reason to live once more. This voice that is calling out to her, she feels as if she cannot reject it, it is giving someone like her a chance to undo her mistakes and to save him.
She has already proven herself a tyrant by being corrupted into the 'perfect king', and a tyrant takes what they want, do they not?
{damn it I...won't be killed meaninglessly by someone like you!}
Saber Alter wants to fulfill that request, to be this boy's sword, and so: the holy grail reaches into the third magic.
She accepts this call. Joins the "Fifth Holy Grail War", as it begins once more.
"Geez, I never thought I'd have to kill someone twice in the same day". A certain blue Lancer said to an unfortunate red haired high school student.
Said boy moves to try to escape his killer. Yes, Shirou Emiya was already killed once by this man who wields a crimson red spear. In fact, while he would've normally died when killed, as most people, even magi (or at least from what he knew) would, someone saved his life.
Unfortunately, Lancer correctly predicted (somehow!?) that his target didn't seem to stay dead for very long despite him being an expert at killing people, even having died and gone to the afterlife himself.
It's about three meters to the window and twenty to the shed from where the boy, Shirou Emiya, is standing. He tries to get out of the reach of his killer-!
"See ya kid, don't come back this time". The spearman sighs.
"AHHH!" pain assials Shirou. In an instant without any warning, only slightly deflected with a reinforced rolled up piece of paper. Still, the attack scrapes his arm and leaves a cut in it.
"Wow, that's a strange technique you got there" the man turns his eyes from those of a man's to those of a hungry beast.
'I...screwed up. This guy is a monster beyond belief. I got careless, I should've just run away as fast as possible!'
"I thought you were just a kid...but I do feel some magical energy within you. Must be how you didn't die when you were killed" the man armed with a spear says, even though the boy himself has no way of knowing how he essentially came back from the dead.
"Good it looks like I might be able to have a little fun" the man points his lance at Shirou Emiya and descends upon him like a rabid animal. In what looks like an instant the man's spear was swung at the boy.
With pure adrenaline and instinct he blocks the first strike.
"Here comes the next!" the man shouts as he spins his spear in a beautiful, impossible arc, and Shirou barely manages to block it, as the strike bends his paper reinforced so it was supposed to have the strength of steel!
'Is this guy using a damn hammer or something!?'
"Guh!" The strike while not landing a hit makes the person struck feel as if he had multiple broken bones in his hand from blunt force alone. "Damn you!- huh!?" He tries to counterattack but...completely misses as the spear moves ever so slightly, somehow bending the makeshift weapon even more and probably breaking another bone.
"Damn, you really are useless...guess I expected too much of a good fight from a magus" the man says seemingly tired. He was just playing around, he didn't even have to try to do all of that. He let the boy hit him, using up his only chance of escape for a useless strike amounting to nothing. He sees no point in 'fighting' anymore, if this could even be called a fight. "You've let me down so guess I'll just kill you kid" he readies his spear.
During that single second, Shirou Emiya throws himself out of the window breaking the glass and makes a run for it. As he expected the man thrust at him as he tried to escape, so the boy deflected the blow by swinging behind him the moment he got on his feet. It was a risky maneuver but it was somehow accomplished. He then regains balance and tries to run away as the man recovers...and he does reach his destination but not in the way he intends.
"...fly." The man casually approaches the child and roundhouse kicks him in the chest. The wind is knocked out of him as he does as the man intends and goes flying. He then finally lands and tries to stand up by leaning against the wall of his destination.
"Hah...hah" he breathes in, taking long slow deep breaths. As he does so the man approaches.
'I'll be killed, I'll definitely be killed! I...have to get up!'
"Damn! If you're a man, keep yourself together!" The man snarls at him as luck tilts his way for once and he dodges a thrust by falling on his bottom as the strike pierces the air overhead.
The boy rushes in the shed desperate for something, anything, to use as a weapon.
"Youuuuuuu!" A fatal unescapable blow is launched at the boy's vitals, but he unrolls the reinforced paper to make a one time shield.
"Hmm" the spearman's weapon easily pierces the reinforced paper but it did block his attack from reaching the young magus. Still, the impact of the spear hitting the makeshift shield with such force sends the redhead flying once more, this time into the wall of the shed.
"Agh…" the boy falls on his butt once more and tries to look for a weapon with which to defend himself.
"Checkmate, that last move was surprising, kid" the man steadily approaches, then points the spear at him. The spear is aimed directly at his heart.
'I know this smell...this is the smell of death I smelled a few hours ago'
"I don't understand, you're quick-witted but suck at magic. You seem to have talent but perhaps you're just too young."
'This spear...I'll die when it is thrust. I'll die I'll die I'll die I'll die'
"It's unlikely but maybe you could've even been the seventh." The man's arm moves back, everything looks like it's in slow motion for the child now.
'The feeling of metal in my chest and blood in my throat as the world disappears around me, I felt it all once before. Why do I have to experience it again? Really? I don't understand!'
' This is bullshit. I can't accept this. I can't die here meaninglessly. I was saved! I can't die here so easily! I need to fulfill my obligations and I can't do that if I'm dead damn it!'
'but my death here is inevitable...it pisses me off! It's ridiculous to die so easily, to kill someone so easily, dying twice in one day as well. It's ridiculous, I can't accept this!'
{"Damn it! I won't be killed meaninglessly by someone like you!"}
A blinding flash of light appears.
And just as quickly it disappears.
A figure emerges from the light, beautiful and regal, wearing dark black heavy armor. It has red veins emerging from it, it is a small girl wearing the armor. They emanate power, even a 3rd rate magus like him can feel just how much this person can do with a mere flick of the wrist.
Even the man with the crimson spear did not feel emit such a sheer aura of power.
She deflects the attack about to pierce his heart as the knight in blue shouts
"Can it be!? The seventh!?" his face is one of pure shock, and for a moment, he is distracted.
The moment is enough, a singular opening that no mere human would be able to take.
The breathtaking woman brings down an even more beautiful European longsword. The sword he just cannot take his eyes off for some reason. It is a pure work of art, even if clearly corrupted and defiled. No modern work of art can even begin to compare to it. The Mona Lisa would pale in comparison to its craftsmanship and sheer beauty.
The knight in blue is heavily injured, and then all of a sudden disappears in a flash of red, spacetime itself warps to aid in his escape.
"Servant Saber answering your summons, from now on I swear to be your sword." The knight clad in black who once more emanates an aura of brutality and power...yet also regality and nobility.
The redhead simply lays there confused as the figure says something he has no knowledge of.
A summoning? When did he ever do that?
And yet he cannot find it in himself to deny anything. The girl in black simply stands there watching him, as if she has met him before. As if she is troubled in her mind. Like she wants to say something but cannot.
Well, that is merely what he thinks, he's been told he's dense before so it might be something completely different. He might as well introduce himself:
"My name is Shirou. Shirou Emiya. Thank you for saving me." Third rate magus extraordinaire, Emiya Shirou states.
"Yes… Shirou, that name sounds nice. Very well... call me Saber." The girl clad in black seems almost a bit relieved for some reason. Why would that be the case? What could he ever do to a superhuman like her?
She offers him a hand. He takes it. And they stand together in the light of the moon.
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AN:
I don't know what I'm writing anymore. I might try to make a new chapter of that Index fic I wrote a while back, but I've been focused on fate so much and have also been cursed with really fast reading so fast that as soon as a I like fic updates I read it and then contemplate when is the next time I shall be given another to consume. If you combine the total amount of Index, Re:Zero, and Fate fics I've read, I guarantee you it is very close to 10 million words I've read so far.
End my suffering please. Give more fics. If you want you can also continue to wait for this trash to update I guess, I have school so heh it might never come since this prologue alone I rewrote four damn times and I've already rewritten chapter 1 once by erasing the whole thing and starting over. Even now this AN is just the most recent addition to the prologue.
