Prologue
[The Wishes of All ]
It was at the start nothing but whispers … they carried with them the longing of lost wishes and the regrets of the many.
The voices of those who had once been in the dark and had finally been shown the light of salvation by those with selfless hearts, they reached out in desperation to anyone who would listen in order to save those who had shown them a brighter future.
The whispers came not from simply two worlds but from many across the ever-eternal expanse of the known kaleidoscope void that connected an infinite number of worlds and possibilities.
They came from worlds that had witnessed the destruction of their natural order and that had been saved by the anomaly known as a Hero.
Heroes …. the constant for worlds that needed saving, how many worlds would face untold horrors due to the foolishness of those who lusted for things that would forever remain out of their reach.
How many worlds would experience pain, loss, and untold injustice due to the few? Hundreds, Thousands, Millions?
Countless worlds would have fallen and been turned to ash in the blink of an eye and trillions of souls would have suffered... at least that is what would have happened had those fate been left as it should have been but there were those who could not stand the sight of such cruelty and thus would stretch out their hands and give worlds that had been lost a chance to once again bloom and be reborn.
They would send one man who had known only loss and regret into what would seem a child's version of war in his eyes... after all he had witnessed hell... he had truly walked towards hell and experienced everything it had to offer. He had seen thousands of battlefields and he had spilled enough blood to fill oceans.
Forever cleaning up after humanity and its messes, he would be summoned, bound or called to save worlds regardless of the threat or origin even if it meant spilling blood. Never resting, never given a choice he killed and killed and killed and killed until he stopped caring, he killed until finally he was betrayed by the very ideal and dream that had carried him forward into the hell that he had grown so accustomed to.
He began to become twisted by regret and cynicism up he resembled nothing like the man who had once started this journey for others.
He was forged in a fire that left him with devoid of memories, feelings and his very spirit...in that fire he lost everything but also gained all that he was in the moments after it.
He who was a blank slate was given purpose with a smile from a man who had lost everything.
He had been saved and taken in by a stranger and with time he chose to carry on a dream of a man who had given up everything for the same dream until he had nothing left to give.
It was the dream of saving everyone, he wished to make a world where all could find joy... a world that was devoid of tears.
He would accept nothing less than the complete salvation of all and so he would carry on even if the burden of that dream threatened to crush him and all the while never caring for his himself even in the worse of situations.
He would work towards greatness regardless of how ordinary he was until he achieved his miracle as he bled and experienced unimaginable pain.
He sacrificed everything in order to save others...even if it meant never finding peace. In death he would have found respite and rest but even that would be stripped from him...he would never be able to truly save everyone and thus his dream would never come true no matter how much time passed.
He would be summoned to different worlds and saved millions but in the end, he would always return to that hell that would forever force him to stain his hands with blood as he became the embodiment of Justice...and justice in that regard became cruel.
This was the life of the nameless heroic spirit of the counterforce known as Shirou Emiya.
This was to be his fate and eternal duty... or at least that would have been the case had fate not been shattered.
It began with whispers of the weak and desperate whom had been saved by one who had asked from them nothing and in return gave them everything that their world needed.
They who had no hope or strength to overcome the great darkness that had descended upon their worlds were saved by a hero who had no pride or legend to call his own... he had only his dream that had been shattered in the iron dust of a world of infinite blades.
He appeared always alone without help or guidance but still he carried on and walked worlds that birthed monsters from the mud of a gods... worlds that had magic systems that called upon the void, worlds that carried the weight of souls as power.
Always walking alone never once hesitating or retreating in the face of cosmic horrors or manmade disasters. He saved all he could even if it meant going back to hell.
He was a hero to in a way that represented selflessness in it's truest form, he was a man devoid of pride who sought neither glory , wealth or strength in any world he was summoned.
Always standing in the way of whatever threats dared to harm the innocent. Although thousands of years my pass and memories may fade at his core he would always seek to save people because that is who he would always be…… a hero.
"Please I pray that you find happiness and peace someday for here in the hearts of my people you will always be remembered as a hero"
"You dumbass!, Leaving without even saying goodbye. I hope that one day you are saved just as you saved us Shirou."
"You were everything that we needed and yet for all we hoped and fought for…..in the end we couldn't even save you……it's NOT FAIR EVEN AFTER SAVING EVERYONE WHY CAN'T YOU HAVE A HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!"
"Not bad kid, we may have had our differences but still you fought even for an old man like me….. wherever you are….. I hope you find your peace someday."
"You were everything to me ….. you were my teacher….. my friend….my first love….you were my hero…..I promise that one day I'll find you and I'll save you just like you saved us all…...Even if I have to search forever."
"Helping others is never wrong……. Even if you and I could never possibly coexist…….you were once me……I hate you….I hate that you gave up everything we once stood for …….but after seeing that hell, I hope that one day you may be free archer."
These were but only a fraction of what was said … what was wished and what was declared…… they sought the salvation of one.
Alone these words meant nothing ……but millions of worlds and trillions of souls called out for him together they grew from whispers to the roar that reached even beyond the void to one would answer their unified prayer……
"Save Him!"