Fate/The Broken Thrones
Chapter 5: For Life to be a Concept.
I can do nothing but march to my masters side as fast as I can!
I feel the familiar sensation of cold steel in my side, the warm trickle of blood from a large gaping wound and the shoots of pain circulating through the nerves of my body.
Something I'm all too familiar with, I can think normally when I take a wound like any good warrior... but nevertheless pain causes any man to scream.
I roared as I turned my body and kicked the spectre of a woman away!
...The world changes again, with but the blink of an eye.
Bloody fields meet with bloody sky they twist and turn into nothing but a black memory drenched in the colours of death in the name of honour and hatred.
"Urgh..." I awake... or something akin to awakening. I look at my surroundings.
…! Impossible! … I'm still dreaming.
My arms are chained and bound by a wooden pair of cuffs.
I laugh for a second, whoever this servant was, their a real pain in the ass.
The room is made of grey flimsy bricks stuff over and over upon each other like a sphere made of rock as if trying to keep water out, but it's flawed regardless.
My body is resting on simple hay, straw and a thin pelt, I can see the portcullis before me, where I know he will show and she will be.
A knock on the metal, a clearing of guards, the lifting of the gate and a smiling familiar face.
Dammit.
"Hello dear brother, today's the say of your release remember? The King's forgiven you, now let's get you something to eat."
I stare at him for a while, I think I began to cry as all these darned memories surface back to mind.
He's a fair bit larger then me, his eyes are a bit wider too, we both have the same ash like hair, the difference between us is that his hair flows downwards a bit and right now he's dressed in shining armour and I'm in a battered up tunic.
"...Whatever. I just want to get out there and do my best again... our lives are for the sake of the King and the country after all..." My words leave my mouth with little emotion bar the tiniest fiery singe and a sulking pathetic whine.
Sigh, even in my dreams I don't have the common sense to fight against my destiny?
I said the very same thing as the thing I said on this day at this precise moment in time...
I slowly force my body up and groan, my brother takes out a bronze key and unlocks the cuffs from my hands, the feeling of freedom is a great one as I twist and feel them as if they previously had no sense of touch.
I walk out into the streets of Camelot. Brother smiles.
This is merely a dream, I know... yet inside me a poisonous fire is burning... wishing to be let out to scream and fight as if I could change all this.
The familiar scent of animals thick in the air, the peasants arguing about taxes or marriages and what not, the sound of my feet racketing against the uneven pebble floors.
I take a deep breath, I never left yet if felt like ages... I close my eyes for a second and open them again... this nightmare, I hope it ends soon. I must find my Master.
All I can do right now is try to awaken as I follow this predetermined path before me, made of foul taints of my past.
I reach the castle gates and a squire hands me my simple knight sword in it's sheath and I clasp it for some reason or another on my right side.
I never really knew the kid's name... oh well, not like I can ask for information in a dream.
I walk into the great castles court with a very vague interest at first... I see a ton of knights, young and old laughing and mocking one another as well as boasting of themselves.
I remember, at this time I too felt like that... I feel the vigour of such a grandeur loving thing in my childish veins again, I really can't resist what's going to happen yet despite the doom it brings.
Something ethereal, not of this world with unsurpassed beauty, I can barely even make out her shape with my eyes, she mostly look like a woman made of shining light with the perfect features you expected of a such a lady.
"What's happening here?" Brother asks the others, they reply.
"This is one of the ladies of the lake good sir Balan! She is holding a sword that can only be pulled forth by the most virtuous knight in all the world!"
The challenge of such a think surely was entertaining.
And that is why, me being the idiot I was, instantly try and reach out for it, the lady moves back for a second, keeping the blade from my touch.
"Who pray tell, is this man, covered in dirt and straw with ragged clothing?"
Tch, damn insult, oh well it was to be expected.
"Ah he's Sir Balin milady, he just was released from prison."
She hesitates, the idea of such a holy sword being drawn by a dishonoured knight was ludicrous it was a waste of time.
Yet all the same, for some reason she brought the scabbard towards me... perhaps this was an order from the next lady of the lake I will meet?
...No use dwelling on the past, though... well in a way I'm doing that regardless of whether I want too...
I draw the blade and a loud astounding roar surges across the crowd...
The next few moments occur in a flashing blur... I take the sword and the scabbard, fasten it to my left side and ignore the yelling of the lady who tells me the blade is cursed.
"The blade is destined to kill the one you love the most!" She screams... for some reason just like back then I think nothing of it...
But then a thought occurred and I look up and remember the face of my King.
I remembered what I said and the pained sad look upon their face... one I never understood.
"I don't mind sacrificing the happiness and love in my life... if it means that I can be the most virtuous knight... as a knight my duty is first and furthermost, to serve my King till the day I die."
In the end I couldn't even do that... I even damned the country and threw it to ruins...
Galahad would wield this blade after death with no curse... or maybe...!
...What if he never loved anyone in his life?
The thought of giving everything up to become the ideal you wish for the most... what a painful future those who aspire to be great have.
Then the world crumbled into fire and dust made of rock.
Camelot ablaze!
I see nearby in the great distance too elegant figure battling near the dying sun...
Is this!
I see their blades fall upon the other.
Who would be so cruel to make me see these things!
"I am oh sir knight." The voice sends chills down my spine.
I turn and see my King with a vicious fanged smile.
A fake! How dare he! I perform a perfect kick from the right!
Yet they dodged with ease... Who the hell are they!
"Who am I? Quite simply all the fears built upon the world of these foolish mortals!...But you mortals are so fun, new fears and deaths are built everyday... new ways to kill and dominate! You are pathetic creatures but yet so brilliant!"
Their stance is... regrettably perfect, just like my King, however...only madness raged from their soul that clashed with mine... not the same fiery sadness I saw whenever I met the King.
Tentacles now sprouted from his back... and a large ferocious feral worm like jaw opened wide across the centre of the King's armour...
I'm enraged... that he would corrupt the image of my lord!
Instinctively I reach for my blades!... I stop at the last moment as the blade of the fake king slams into my side and the tentacles of darkness restrict my limbs.
...Maybe it'll be fine it it's a dream... and even if it isn't!...
I can't let a monster like this survive...sorry Master. If I'm ever summoned again... I'll bring you back to life, trust me!
"La Lanche Venceresse! Longinus: Dolorous!"
I howled with all my might! The fake king panics for a moment as I begin to finish the final word to end this world!
"Tch! Fine Have it your way! It'll just make my victory all the more sweeter you fool!"
The fake King turned into a writhing black mass as I awoke.
Lancer gasped as sweat rolled over his body, he stumbled up and looked upon his Master.
Cuts and bruises, bits and claw marks were all over his body!
The warrior grabbed him as fast as he could... the longer his Master stayed awake...
Akasha howled in pain as further marks appeared over his body!
Lancer could think of nothing else but to kick the child's body!
A small snap could be heard Lancer winced at and slightly regretted his rather hasty solution but the boy was rousing away, gritting his teeth as blood poured out of his body.
Lancer lifted Akasha onto his back... he could think of nowhere to go but... the Tohsaka family household...
End of Chapter 5
Authors Note:
Sorry for the short update, I'm working on another project and then there's school work...
Just see this as a place holder that means I definitely won't abandon this fic.