Chapter 5: Prelude of the Past

The light started shining thought the curtain, as the sun began shining over the horizon. Even as this daily miracle is happening, the two cold bodies were now in their respective futons as Rin went back into Morgan's room after carrying Ilya into her room.

"Who would do something like this?"

She could only shake her head, as I was sitting on the floor, both of us staring at the crimson mark that was left behind. A cryptic rune with no meaning what-so-ever. Rin flipped though a book that looked worn out and shook her head again.

"Nothing. This is something that isn't in my books. None of these runes doesn't have the slightest resemblance with this one."

I could only sigh. I placed my hand on the words that were etched on the wall.

"…death come upon you…" I could only mumble this under my breath before Sakura's voice was heard from the kitchen.

"Sister! Shirou! It's time to eat!"

As we walked though the hall with a aura of melancholy and arrived in the living room, everyone was there, save for Fujimura-sensei and the two victims. Even though the breakfast was delicious, that fact didn't cheer us up as we ate. Fujimura-sensei noticed this and asked us.

"Why are you guys like this? Cheer up, won't ya?" She said as she started to pat Saber's back violently with enough power to push her face into her rice bowl. Saber looked the other way and talked to Taiga.

"Sensei, both Sister and Ilya are out with a severe cold."

Sensei's voice was raised up a level.

"Really? Are they ok?" She stood up suddenly while Rin tried to calm her down.

"Yes, Sensei. They are ok. It isn't enough for them to be checked in a hospital so you don't need to worry."

She sat back down and started to eat the rest of her rice as no one made conversation as we putted two dishes onto the table for Morgan and Ilya and left the house in complete silence.

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The click of the door was the first sound I heard as I awoke from my slumber. …Great. First thing I woke up, I was thinking of Snow White. I had the urge to slap my hand on my head when looking at the rune that was on the wall since last night.

"Heh. I guess I have some unfinished business to do. Dam it…"

I collapsed on the futon and laid there for a few minutes until I decided to check the house. As I walked to the kitchen, there were two plates filled with egg rolls, rice, smoked fish and some pickled veggies with a card between them. I picked up the card and began reading it.

Morgan, we were all worried about you when we saw you lying on the floor. It almost seemed like both of you were dead. After cleaning you guys up, we putted you in your futons so you could get some sleep. You don't need to go to school since we already told Sensei that you guys had a cold. Maybe you can explain this to us when we get back, ok?

I looked at the back of the card and it was signed, Sakura.

I could only sigh. "What am I going to do…" I began trailing towards Ilya's room.

Opening the door to her room, she was still sleeping soundly. I sat next to her and shook her a little to wake her up.

"Hey, wake up, Little Miss Sunshine. Time to smell the coffee."

She was still sleeping despite shaking her for two minutes straight. An idea came to my head, as if the gods is helping me. A few minutes later, I was banging on the frying pan with the ladle that was previously in the sink.

"RISE AND SHINE, SLEEPYHEAD!"

Groaning was heard from Ilya, as she rubbed her eyes and stared at me, pouting.

"What time is it?"

I replied. "It's nine in the morning. Get up and eat breakfast before it gets any colder."

She obeyed as she shoved me out the door and closing it with a load snap. I walked towards the living room, removing the plastic wrap from a plate and started eating the rice. Ilya came in after a few minutes and started eating in silence.

I spoke. "Ilya."

She glanced towards me, with the chopsticks still in her mouth. "Yes?"

"What happened yesterday?" The egg roll stopped halfway from her mouth as she gently put it down and looked towards the window.

"I was just watching t.v. as usual and was going to study when I heard a sound from your room. I went in and…" Ilya lowered her head.

"…It happened so fast. The person attacked me before I had the chance to use a spell and used his sword to hit me on the head."

I placed my cup of tea gently. My hands were formed into fists under the table. My mind was filled with curses that I wanted to use against the attacker. I could only ask her one more question.

"What did the person looked like?"

She scratched the back of her head in confusion. "The only thing I could remember that he had a red helmet with wings on the side."

I could only gasp for air. That person…is here. Here in Fuyuki City. I could only grin as laughter was stuck in my windpipe. That fool…I taught him everything he knows and cared for him. Now, he's back. Here… to take my life. I smiled. I wiped my hands on my lap and stood up, holding the bowls that once held my breakfast and putted it in the sink.

"Ilya, watch some t.v. and I'll come back as soon as I can. Is there any milk in the fridge?" Her voice trailed from the living room.

"No, there isn't any."

I replied. "Then I'll go out and buy some while I'm at it."

"Ok." With that, I donned my jacket and shoes and went out the door with a two thousand yen in my pocket.

"The market was…this way." Even though it was three days ago, my memory of the city was blurred.

'I guess this body really has its faults…' I could only sigh at this thought as I made my way up the hill.

However, the sight that awaited me wasn't the city or a convenience store. It was a tall, white church, basked in the sunlight. Even though the sight was majestic, I couldn't help but lurch at the mere sight of it. I walked in and saw the holy cross that is well known in the four corners of the world. Nevertheless, it was ironic as I knew the gruesome sight that awaits me. I went down a staircase and saw it. Rotting bodies of forgotten children of the past, here hanged like boars in a butcher shop, were being held in the basement. Blood stained the stone floor and the smell of flesh waft into my nose. Among the decomposing bodies was a small, stone goblet.

I sighed.

"A failed prototype of the Holy Grail, huh." I picked it up and examined it.

"Of course, this looks nothing like the real one." Then a thought hit me as a grin was shown on my face.

"This would be useful later so might as well keep it." I stuffed it inside my pocket and went out the church, eventually finding my way to the marketplace, where I bought a whole turkey, some peppers and a gallon of milk.

'Still can't believe people buy stuff with these.' I thought as I gave the cashier the two thousand yen note.

"Thank you for shopping." He gave a brief bow as I was leaving.

"You're welcome…Ikuto." I gave a brief nod to the young boy and walked out.

Checking the local clock, the time read "15:00". Converting it to a twelve hour system, it is 3 PM, and that means everybody out of school by now. I rushed back home, so I could put the groceries into the refrigerator.

"Don't want the milk to spoil. Don't want to experience THAT again." I stick my tongue out in disgust.

I opened the door and went in, went about my usual business from the last few days. Watch t.v., do my homework, argue with Ilya, and watch Sister eat half of the rice from the rice cooker. I stayed silent about the rune for the whole night, even though Sakura was bickering about it. After everyone else went to sleep, I went out of the house, sniffing the night air, wearing a black cloak over my shirt and went towards the direction of the church.

"Ah, a crimson full moon. He always like that, yes, he does." I looked at the remarkable sight that held over me as I ran up the hill, the white building coming into view.

"So…here it is." With that, I went around the building and opened the doors and went in, closing them behind me.

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Despite being nighttime and nobody to take care of the church, it was well lit, as every aspect of the building could be seen and a man was praying in the front. As I walked in, he looked at me smiling. He was wearing a simple robe with a cross on the middle, and yet, the sight made my body froze.

He spoke.

"Hello…Mother."

I could only stare at his red eyes and respond.

"Hello, Mordred. Nice moon today, huh?"

He walked to the window and sighed.

"Yes. It is a nice moon…"

He donned his sword and his armor and smirked.

"…for you to die."

I could only walk up a few paces towards him.

"You know, after seeing you after a couple for centuries, I just want to puke."

He looked back at me, mocking me.

"Oh…Mother doesn't like me, the poor git. You're a traitor and always will be."

Mordred jumped on top of the giant cross and pointed his sword at me.

"So…why don't you want to fight me? Come on."

I grabbed a potion from my waist and drank it.

"Ah, I needed that. Well, you want a challenge…"

I threw the empty glass to the side.

"Here it is."

He lunged at me, with his red sword, but I stepped back a couple of paces before he could hit me, leaving a crater on the floor. Mordred swung the sword around him, destroying every one of the pews and leaving massive scratches on the walls as I jumped and landed on the tip of the sword.

"You were always impatient, my child. I taught you everything I know. However, how did you come back? You were dead."

He retaliated and smiled.

"Those idiots at the Church tried to revive me by putting in the broken pieces of Caliburn into this fake body. Even though it was accomplished, I made sure those fools met their doom."

Mordred licked his sword, with pleasure.

"However, how come you didn't help me, your child and helped the enemy, Morgan?"

I stepped back a few paces on the aisle.

"I was her sister, and you were only a creation of my deep hatred. The shadow of Arturia is no more, and only Morgan Le Fay remains."

I continued walking backwards.

"Remember, Mordred, that spell I tried to complete? I tried to teach you it so you would pass it down to another generation."

He scratched his chin and looked at me.

"Ah, yes. Why bring that up?"

I could only smile.

"I just want to show you something that I've learned over these past centuries."

Taking out the wooden cup, filled with holy water, he laughed.

"What is that going to help you?"

I remained silent as he rushed towards me, holding his sword in his left hand. Spilling the water on the ground, I prayed.

To ye ancient gods, accept my libation and hear my call.

As a servant of the earth and fairy of the skies, help me with my enemy's fall.

Taking out a dagger, and sliced my wrist as a tiny stream of fresh blood poured onto the ground.

My blood is your food. My soul is your nectar.

Accept my body as your offering. Give me the power I deserve.

I floated into the air and my hands glowed, along with the several paper seals I've placed around the building.

I am a mere witch, with the power to wipe out any.

However, I'm a servant of God. As I pray in this holy place…

Give me the power to create and obliterate.

The seals turned into ten columns of stone, rising as if it were growing from the earth. My robe turned pale and my arms were outstretched.

Angel's Fall.

The church that was surrounded by the pillars was immersed in bright illumination as I could hear Mordred's screaming from the prison of light.

"Why? Why turn your back on your son?"

I smiled.

"You are a shadow, nothing else. 'It's better to be loved and forget then never to be loved at all.' Let these words bring some comfort to you…"

His screaming continued as the light became more intense.

"…in Hades."

The columns crumbled and the light pierced the sky, as if it was a spear. The beam disintegrated in a matter of seconds and I gently fell onto the stone pavement.

"Well, I have a new life in front of me…" I mumbled, walking away from the church, as a pile of ashes was blown away with a gust of wind.

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Author's Note: Ok, I'm sorry that this is kinda rushed. I'm sorry that I didn't update for the last weeks. I'm sorry that I'm not on fanfiction that much. However, it is all because of homework, tests, projects, idiots, parents and a annoying little brother to top it off. Besides, I'm not good in action and…*grin*…I had to come up and idea for the rune, didn't I? Well, see you later and I WILL write slice-of-life from now on. Just…don't expect that much since certain people will take the computer from me. *sigh* Being an author and a student doesn't mix together well. Like always, review and give me your thoughts.

- Shimata