Fate/The Broken Thrones Chapter 3
"A Knight is sworn to Valour.
His Heart knows only Virtue.
His Blade Defends the Helpless.
His Strength Upholds the Weak.
His Word speaks only Truth.
His Wrath Undoes the Wicked!"
It was a rough day. Mirabelle Sheridan was a female detective. It was shock to find her entire town, the place she was born and raised...dead.
Everyone was dead in their homes, in the position of praying. It was an oddity.
But that wasn't the end of it. Her investigations had lead her into a whole other world.
A world of magic and legends.
She observed herself in the bars mirror and took a swig of the clear brown like liquid in her wide glass. Her hair was a dark brown pony tail that was slightly higher positioned then normal.
Her eyes were bright and emerald like... complex like the ridges of a gem, she was wearing the stereotypical detective trench coat. She was 29 and was rather attractive. She was waiting, nervously. Today she had almost been killed by magic. Magic... wait magecraft was what it was called, magic was far more powerful... the thought made her shudder. She was waiting for an informant who claimed to be a mage. He too wanted to expose the existence of magecraft and change the views of the world. She had been able to learn that this... Association covered up anything related with them through violent unforgiving means.
She was tense though. This could very well be her death as well as salvation.
A man set next to her. He wore a red cloak and black shirt with armour over it!
His spiky green hair caught the vague stares of people in the room. His eyes were violet of all colours and he had small spectacles on.
"Let's talk... not here. Ireland's so... dreary despite how calm it is. I hear Japan's nice this time of year? Let's go. I'll answer every question you have."
Mirabelle followed him as he left, her right hand in her coat... fingers wrapped around the trigger of a revolver... in case things turned out for the worse.
/
It was a few weeks later. Mirabelle had learnt everything of the magi and the grail war.
The man was Cosmas Orsini, a noble mage who was from Italy.
He worshipped the war criminal EMIYA, but he had told her, with no delusion in his voice, that he was in fact a hero. If she was to believe the records Cosmas's family had then EMIYA was indeed a cruelly betrayed idealistic hero. When she had first came into his home in Japan and saw EMIYA's statue she blushed and said "hello" to it. It did look very life like, the beauty of the statue was rivalling the realism of a modern day high tech hologram.
Cosmas laughed. He said something about the Emiya gland working after death.
Mirabelle had no idea what he meant but could feel as if she was being joked about... rather indirectly however. She had loosened her haste to defend herself.
Cosmas's only wish was the revival of EMIYA's legends in the hearts of mankind.
To defeat the oppressive power the world had that stopped him from exposing it through normal means such as publication.
He was training her to control and supply magic.
She was going to participate in the grail war. There was only one unaccounted servant anyway.
Her command seal on her right shoulder began to glow, it was rather humourlessly a fedora, revolver and notebook forming some sort of triangle.
When she first asked why she should trust Cosmas and why he was letting her be his competition he had replied in a rather... chivalrously stupid stubborn yet kind voice
"Well... strategically it would mean a weak master was chosen making the battles easier and I would know your identity, but that's not what I do. That's not what EMIYA would do... I want you to participate since the only servant left is Archer. Saber and Archer would work perfectly. Are goals are essentially very similar, so whoever wins can choose the final wish as a combination of ours. Finally... Saber has no wish for the grail, don't you Saber?"
The knight walked in. Sharp straight shining gold locks. His eyes were a shining yellow, seeing them felt as if a powerful wise growl of an ancient beast was singing to your very heart. He had some stubble of rather short a beard and moustache. His armour was large and shone as if the sun's rays were always upon it, they were however occasional gaps in the suit for mobilities sake, which was covered by light chain mail. His chest has the symbol of a lion guarding a holy cross.
Mirabelle's breath was taken away. She was seeing a Servant... a hero of the world.
"...I-it's truly him, the greatest knight..."
/
Cosmas had left the mansion with Saber. A Servant was not far from here. Mirabelle was soon to summon Archer. A pre-emptive strike on this Servant, or at least the data gained from it would greatly aid upcoming battles. The enemy servant was in an abandoned amusement park.
They entered through the gates. Saber smiled as his shining armour reflected against all the metal of the location. They could see a large figure on the top of a ride. His figure shown by the faint light of the crescent moon. He had a bountiful amount of wild patterned yet smooth looking red hair, they locked into one another to create locks of combining hair. His eyes were a deeper vermilion, large and excited looks burst from them. His stature even sitting down was huge, tall and muscular.
In each of his huge enormously muscle bound arms were large one sided axes.
All of his clothing seemed to be a humongous mass of chain mail tied and melded together, locking over one another as if making some sort of large chain like defence to block attacks of many types.
He began to have a large hearty laugh, he stood up and announced himself...
"I am the servant Berserker! The ultra cool, ultra powerful and ultra impulsive warrior king! I enjoy simply five things! Eating! Sleeping! Yelling! Manly battles! And invading England! My master and I do not care for mad enhancement which is why I have my supreme intellect!"
He then for no apparent reason roared! From his mouth they seemed to be a flame-thrower of fog erupting as if his huge chest was a furnace.
Saber and Cosmas smiled. They had an idiot respectable enemy. They liked that.
Saber summoned a large metal kite shield with no patterns on it upon his left arm and a rather wide knight sword on his right. He launched forth and struck the first devastating blow in the battle.
Berserker had opened his body up to the attack, not even putting any resistance.
His armour shook. Then he smiled as a small drip of blood left a tooth of his.
"Excellent Saber! This shall be a truly entertaining battle! It's time to deal with my feuds with you Englishmen!"
He lifted both axes with incredible speed and power, dropping them from above!
Saber pushed back, shield up and at the ready for impact!
The blades and the shield smashed creating a storm of sparks between the combatants.
Saber rose his to strike Berserker again, but the saw the axes had continued below him!
He halted his move and jumped back and towards the ground.
In a mere instant the ride was cut in three and Berserker was gone from sight... but then Cosmas heard a strange whirling sound, he turned and saw two high speed axes aiming for his head!
He gritted his teeth "Kanshou and Bakuya!" He projected... created two Chinese swords in each hand and threw them... they exploded on contact with the axes! The impact smashed Cosmas almost to the other side of the amusement park if not for Saber catching him.
Berserker appeared out of the smoke, laughing with both hands gripped on his axes.
"Well that's all the strategy I'm bothered to use today! Now let's have an outright fight! Come, Saber!" He rushed forward in a tackling motion becoming a huge metal red blur!
Saber smirked. He rose his shield high and charged forth with the same force and intent, slowly raising his sword... and brought it down in a swift beautiful motion.
Both parties were dragged back by the force of the impact.
Blood was leaking out of Saber's left arm. He dropped his shield.
"You really are that crazy Viking ain't you? Remember, don't count anything out yet. Or you'll die!"
Saber rose his right arm high again... pointing to the heavens with the blade in a position that seemed poised for a decapitating, finishing blow.
His entire body began to shine. He laughed calmly.
Cosmas seemed to be indifferent about the fact Saber was about to use his Noble Phantasm.
It was Berserker after all. In pure strength Saber couldn't match him.
Berserker had a huge wide idiotic grin, his eyes sparkling.
"Your about to show me your super cool finishing technique right! Let's see what your legend was like! I'm sure it pales in comparison to my great tales but it may amuse me nonetheless!"
Berserker leapt into the air and brought his axes side by side, preparing for a powerful drop attack with his whole body!
Saber yelled at the top of his voice at that very moment.
"Lion Killer! Strength of Five Hundred Knights!"
Saber's body began to roar out power like a majestic beast!
He brought his sword against Berserker's falling mass of a body and howled at the top of his heroic lungs! The air seemed to escape and flee from the contact of the heroes, a huge heat was boiling up around them as if they were fighting in the very pits of hell!
Finally Saber's blade struck true. Berserker's body was shot forth like a cannonball into the night sky! The rolling red mass smashed into a house of mirrors, the crash of the shattered glass was loud enough to wake the dead.
A bunch of lights came on from the nearby homes. Cosmas cursed.
Berserker's body scrambled out of the house of mirrors and began to break out if guffaws.
"Well played! I think I know who you are! If you are truly him... I would hope to have a fine battle to the death!"
"I am almost positive about your identity as well, Berserker. Thank you for dying back in your time. Hahaha! I am... the Strongest Undefeated Knight! The Greatest Knight that ever Lived! Come if you dare challenge me!"
Saber yelled triumphantly the battle had awoken his blood. His body began to shine and heal. He lifted his once discarded shield and took a perfect fighting stance again.
"Unfortunately Saber, we have to go. I too would love to see the conclusion of this fight however...
if we did we may kill many innocents. Neither of us want that."
Cosmas regretfully said. Saber sighed and nodded.
"The next time we meet, Berserker... your head will be at my feet!"
The fighters fled as the sounds of sirens approached.
/
Kiri Tohsaka was preparing to summon her servant. Everything was ready. After a pain painstakingly annoying journey she had obtained something that could give her a great servant.
She was sure that she could win with this... well to be fair she was trying to summon a great god.
That usually isn't allowed. But she had to try.
She could have tried to summon Gilgamesh or the unnamed archer, like her predecessors once did.
But they were known to not have been the loyalist or easiest to manage.
She could only play that this great god would... somehow hear her call, it was said he took a very human form. Maybe it would work. She had no other choice.
She had prepared everything for this moment and so she chanted and chanted.
She finished the last chant. Nothing happened.
She was angry and began to curse. She timed everything properly! The best hour for her summoning was 1am... then she remembered. It was October the 31st. Daylights saving.
Then a holographic call began to ring. "...Answer".
Araya Souren appeared. "Kiri, the last servant, Archer has been summoned. Was it you?"
A silence. The hologram of Araya looked at her. She had tears welling up on her face and a look of great frustration. "I see." The hologram and the call ended.
/
She had done it. Mirabelle had very little practice in magic... magecraft she reminded herself.
But she had summoned it. A heroic spirit. Her eyes gazed on him. In her mind the image of a notebook with facts written appeared.
"So your Archer..."
She barely could speak. His hair was sharp and white, finely cut. His eyes were a deep dark black like colour and he has a nice attractive smile. He seemed to wear some light armour that moved diagonally to the left and downwards, which however was mostly covered by pelts and furs of various animals, like foxes and bears, a large sash also seemed to be made of them
He carried a boy in his right hand. He continued smiling, walked forward and took an apple and bit it. "Taste's good. So are you my Master?"
/
"This... feels really awkward." Was all Lancer could think of. He was no longer wearing his armour but his white and brown tunic. Akasha was launching kicks and punches at him.
Akasha did not like the way Lancer fought, calling his moves crude and without form.
Which, Lancer had to admit was true. He had merely been punching and kicking away with no real thought, as Akasha said, it was like he was in a bar fight.
Since having the two spare against one another was suicide... Akasha was pretty much beating the Tohsaka's Chinese Kenpo skills, forms and techniques into Lancer.
Lancer's instincts made him be able to catch the moves and techniques despite his lack of attention.
He was thinking of someone he had never met before.
That man's name was Galahad. To Lancer... Galahad was his successor, spiritually in some sense and not so much in others. They both hold a very similar concept and held the same sword.
Luckily by then the curse was gone, but the curse of what it represented may still have been there.
The King felt distant... and perfect. Perfect yet distant. What you desire but cannot attain yet will try to, yet can never understand. He remembered the young knight Gawain, always doing his best to aid the King and Bedivere, who always tried to understand the King.
He and the King... stood on a similar ground and for that were never good with one another.
His thoughts ceased since Akasha had stopped and began to pant.
"God... dammit. Well, at least you should be better at fighting..." Akasha fell on his back and looked around. Another day had past. It was dawn again. Akasha closed his eyes to sleep.
Lancer was going to stand watch again. He cursed. One of his swords, would be fine to use. However due to the "concept" of it... to draw one is to draw another.
He hated the curse that was his life.
/
Orobas laughed when he learnt of his servants identity. They both had. It seemed preposterous.
That man was summoned by a demon... not the other way around!
Caster wore something akin to a fighter pilot's clothing and a occultist purple coloured robe, his hair was curved with brownish black shades.
The two were playing chess. The game was incredibly complex, both were letting the other know moves ahead in an attempt to lure the other into a trap.
Caster however was doing this while reading a holographic book of the history of the world.
By his feet's side were books about magecraft and magic.
Orobas looked at his right hand. It began to fade in an out... he was running out of time.
His command seal, was on his tongue. It was the shape of the baphomet.
For now Orobas was content on letting Caster do what he wanted... but soon he would need to act.
/
Lancer saw a man enter the rooftop. It was Akasha's father.
Lancer took the Tohsaka style fighting pose. He had never considered that maybe his Master's father was a Master himself...
"...Ho. That's... interesting. Could you wake my son up? I have something for him."
The man stood tall and firm, not wavering even with Lancer's fighting intent.
"You don't deserve to call him your son you-" Lancer began in a cold voice, but was cut off by a hand on his shoulder.
"It's fine. Lancer. We took some liberties with his money, so we might as well listen to what he has to say, it's the least we can do."
Akasha turned to see his father directly in the eyes.
Ren took out a large wooden box, dropped it on the ground. And turned away.
"Think of it as you inheritance."
Inside were a set of orange looking daggers. Akasha could feel a great amount of energy inside it...
"...Well at least I can say thanks and mean it."
Akasha walked towards a bag, opened it and began to change his clothing.
In but a few mere moments he looked like a samurai wrapped in green colours.
"This clothing is interesting... let's see the reaction's I get." Lancer turned into his spirit form.
They then walked into the city's main centre.
/
She had no idea what had just happened. Rider was badly hurt. She hadn't had the time to use her Noble Phantasm. Rider's master was still in the dark, not aiding either of them. What had just transpired seemed insane. For some reason it spared their lives.
It would have been fine if it had been a servant... but the girl swore the bulking figure... had a command seal on his right arm. That was impossible she kept telling herself.
But it must have been true... it was impossible yet it happened. A Master had just beaten Rider to a pulp and just stopped away from the killing blow. Why? And How?
Were all over her mind. She couldn't move, due to being in a wheel-chair.
Rider disappeared, most likely to heal herself.
She felt the wheel chair being pushed. She could move her head enough to see.
She had dark charcoal like hair and had fading misty grey eyes.
She wore a large very old dress, the type you would expect from medieval movies.
She was a young adult and was just slightly taller then the Master of Lancer in front of her.
..."Wait Lancer's Master is in front of me!" The young Einzbern screamed in her mind. The chair stopped, the woman pushing the chair gave a deadly stare at the young man. He was wearing ridiculously clothing that made him look like a samurai in green.
"Scary. I assume you are Rider's Master huh?"
End of chapter 3.
Author's Note:
Ding Ding Ding Jackpot!
Yeah the first review had the right guess.
If your reading this and you do not know who he is... do not check wikipedia, if you can help it.
Really. It destroys some impact if you do.
Anyway here are some more servant stats!
Saber:
Strength:B
Mana: C
Endurance: A
Agility:B
Luck: C
Noble Phantasm:
Lion Killer, Strength of Five Hundred Knights: C Effects...?
Identity:?
Personal Skills:
Battle Continuation:C
Bravery:C
Charisma:C
Vitrification:A
More information cannot be added at this time.
Berserker:
Strength:A
Mana:E
Endurance:B
Agility: A
Luck: C++
Noble Phantasm:?
Identity:?
Personal Skills:
Military Tactics: D+
Pioneer of the Stars: E
Subversive Activities: B
More information cannot be added at this time.