Sister fanfic: A Grand Order of Heroes(FeHxFGO)


It had been a few days since Gudao's group had split up to embark on their separate missions. As agreed upon, Geronimo, Robin, and Billy formed a team to assassinate Queen Mebd.

Gudao had entrusted the command of Carmilla and Lancelot to Geronimo, recognizing their importance in dealing with Mebd and Cu Alter. Carmilla's conceptual advantage in killing women made her the ideal choice to confront Mebd, while Berserker Lancelot would keep Cu Alter occupied, with the hope of stealing or breaking his noble phantasm. However, despite Lancelot's ability to steal Gáe Bolg, they wouldn't abandon their mission of saving Rama. Finding Sita as a backup plan remained crucial in case Geronimo's mission failed.

Lucina, who volunteered to accompany them, joined the assassination mission. Although Gudao initially protested due to the potential danger she would face, Lucina assured him that she was not fragile and believed her experience in stealth missions made her a valuable asset. Impressed by her resolve, Gudao relented, and Lucina joined Geronimo and the others.

The remaining servants and heroes decided to accompany Gudao and Chaldea in their mission to rescue Sita. They had made significant progress, now encamped near the entrance to the bridge leading to Rikers Island. Gudao, using his enhanced vision and binoculars, carefully observed the enemy fortifications. He noted that there were more fortifications than they had initially anticipated, with at least a dozen Celtic Warriors patrolling the front of the bridge, which had been transformed into an imposing wall of concrete and barbed wire.

Gudao's survey of the enemy fortifications was interrupted by the strained, labored breaths of Rama, who was standing nearby. Rama expressed his determination, emphasizing that they couldn't give up as they were close to reaching his beloved. However, Rama suddenly groaned in pain and clutched his chest, his condition worsening.

Unlike Paul, whose bite injury had already healed and scarred over, Rama's injury from the previous encounter with the wolf had worsened. Initially, there was a purple patch of necrotic tissue over his heart, but after the ambush, the patch had spread, now covering his entire upper body. Rama appeared on the brink of collapse, just a step or two away.

Before anyone could react, a red blur swiftly moved toward Rama and caught him before he hit the ground. It was Nightingale, who loomed over Rama. Although Rama was pale and startled, his fear stemmed more from his worsening condition than from Nightingale's presence.

Rama weakly protested, urging Nightingale to let go and emphasizing the urgency of reaching his wife. Nightingale, however, remained firm, recognizing that Rama could barely stand and suggesting the drastic measure of amputating his legs to keep him stable. The argument continued between Rama and Nightingale, with Rama asserting his determination to fight and Nightingale insisting on prioritizing his health.

While the debate unfolded, Gudao refocused his attention on the situation at hand. Due to the substantial number of guards and the presence of wyverns and patrolling longboats, their original plans for infiltration had become unfeasible. Gudao's mind worked to find a solution, but he couldn't help but notice the familiarity of the wall's design, triggering a memory and causing him to view it from a new perspective.

Gudao glanced back at Paul, feeling a pang of guilt. Despite her recent recovery from an injury, no matter what methods they implement, there was no avoiding it.

"Hey, Paul?" The little girl stopped her playtime and looked at Gudao with a curious expression, "Can you come here for a second? I need your help."

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Two guards stood watch at their post, their faces impassive as they scanned their surroundings.

It was another boring day on guard duty. At least, that would be what any normal guard would say. That logic didn't apply to these guards, as they were undead beings who were brought to life by their Queen and are completely devoted to her to the point where they cannot feel boredom because they are in service of her.

They remained ever vigilant, awake, aware, and always ready to lay down their bodies for the glory of their Queen.

Such behavior was what allowed them to move their guards up even higher than they already were when they heard and felt the faint tremors under their feet.

They immediately readied their spears and took battle stances at the sudden disturbance. They did not know where the source of these tremors originated, but it wouldn't be long until they found out as the tremors grew in intensity, becoming louder and louder until they could feel the vibrations in their bones.

Celtic warriors are not the most intelligent of creatures, they are undead after all. But even they could recognize the tremors were not a natural cause but rather footsteps, footsteps from what sounded like a tall and giant creature.

The thunderous footfalls echoed through the air, growing closer and closer with each passing second. Emerging from the nearby forest, a colossal girl stood before them, towering over them at fifteen meters tall. Her massive frame rippled with muscles, and her piercing gaze locked onto the guards, causing them, even in their mindless state, to sweat a little in fear.

The Celtic warriors sounded the alarm, but it was too late. With lightning speed, the girl charged toward the entrance, her body pulsing with raw power. She ran faster and faster, her form causing the surrounding air to shift and cause a small gust of wind around her side.

One step. Her feet trampled the incoming first responders of Her Grace, turning them into a bloody mush.

Two steps. More Celtic warriors were crushed to death, completely unable to stop her advance.

Three steps. The giant redirected her momentum to her shoulder, which she pointed straight at the oncoming wall.

BOOM!

Her shoulder hit stone but rather than hurt herself, the rock buckled and crumbled as she crashed through the gate, creating a massive hole that was so large it caused the rest of the structure to crumble.

But, the girl did not stop to look at her handiwork as she restarted her sprint across the bridge in many long strides, regaining her momentum without issue.

By the time she reached the end of the bridge, the place was swarmed by enemies. Rather than slow down, the giant sped up as she built up even more momentum. The Celtic warriors and wyverns braced for impact but it never came.

As soon as she got close to the gate, the giant leaped into the air with incredible force. The ground shook beneath her feet as she shot into the sky before she twisted herself so that her back faced the wall.

Any stray wyvern and their riders were pushed aside by Paul's giant body, which pole vaulted over the wall, without a pole.

Once she cleared the wall, her form radiated with a sudden burst of magical energy. Her size changed drastically once more, tripling in size as she descended into the small army waiting for her on the other side of the wall.

The force of her landing was so powerful that it completely obliterated the surprisingly sparse amount of enemies underneath her feet, alongside the concrete, and transformed the area of impact into a slurry of blood and rubble.

The impact of her landing caused a massive earthquake that rattled the entire island, sealing the rest of the troops on the other side of the gate and waking up every inmate within the island.

To everyone's surprise, the girl threw her arms in the air and let out an ear-splitting "WHOOO!" The sound of which was strong enough that it momentarily disabled the wyverns flying toward them.

She took advantage of the lull in attacks to reach into her jacket's pockets and pull out her comrades, setting them down gently on the ground, a handful at a time.

"Nice work, Paul," Gudao congratulated her. The girl beamed with pride and shrank back down to her normal size.

"We caused quite a stir. We need to move quickly. Rama, we need you to... Rama?" Gudao trailed off as he realized that Rama had already left their side. Gudao scanned the area until he spotted Rama's mop of red hair swaying in the wind for the briefest of moments before he entered the building.

Gudao heard Nightingale click her tongue in annoyance, "I knew I should have sawed off his arms and legs off. How frustrating." without acknowledging Gudao or the rest of the crew, Nightingale sped off toward Rama's direction.

Only to get mobbed by a wave of Celtic warriors, both on the ground and on Wyverns.

Gudao just sighed in exasperation at the display.

They had already gotten so far, Gudao just hoped that Rama's brashness won't cause their efforts to become in vain.

0-0-0

Rama was very grateful to all the deities that the plan Gudao laid out forced Nightingale to put him down. Carrying him around while they were both inside Paul's pockets would have not been ideal, and the impact of Paul's landing allowed him a small window of time to get the slip on the red nurse.

Now here he was, running through different corridors while following the link he had with his wife.

Yes, he knew he was getting close to death. He was aware of just how bad his injuries became after being hurt by the beast. He could feel death slowly take over his body. His chest ached, his arms were sore, and his lungs could barely keep up with the pace of his steps, causing him to hyperventilate as he ran.

Yet despite everything, the one thing that kept him together was the bond he felt with his wife. It grew stronger the more he ran in a certain direction, and he chased after it despite his injuries. He would have to apologize to Gudao later. He was aware his actions were detrimental to their mission, but he couldn't afford to sit and wait for them to get to her.

The thought of being reunited with her after so long fueled his every step.

He had to hurry.

She was close. He could feel it in every fiber of his body.

Rama was sure she could feel him too.

She was so close. Just a few more corners to turn. Just a few… more step-

Just as Rama took the step forward, alarm bells rang inside his head and he instinctually moved to the side, barely managing to avoid having his head separated from his shoulders.

A savage-looking servant, with a large scar running along his face, was staring at him with indifference.

"Cheh. And here I thought I would be able to fight a glorious battle against a divine spirit. But look at you. You are so weak that you are barely a wraith now." The servant said with a disappointed stare aimed at Rama, but Rama cared little for his words.

"Please… stand aside… I must see my wife…"

The man sighed, "Not even going to bother to introduce yourself? Rude. Not that I can blame you, you look like you will fall over and die with the slightest touch."

"Rama… and Is… that… answer a yes?"

"Deputy Warden Beowulf at your service, and sorry but no. I was given explicit instructions by that pink woman to kill anyone who dares to escape the prison." He points his sword at him, "That means you."

He grit his teeth. No. He must not falter now. Not after he got this close!

Rama drew his weapon, but the tip hit the ground as his arm could not handle the weight of the blade, the scene caused Beowulf to frown in disappointment.

"A shame that you are so weak right now. I would have loved to fight you at full strength. Oh well, rules are rules."

Rama's arms groaned as he lifted his blade toward his opponent, and his feet ached as he readied his stance. He had managed to get this far, he won't let this cretin get in his way.

If Rama had come alone, this would have been the moment where his life would have been snuffed. Thankfully for him, he wasn't alone.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!" a thunderous voice echoed through the hallway, causing Rama's and Beowulf's focus to shift to the voice.

Before either realized who it was, a black and white blur shot forward, delivering a devastating punch to Beowulf's face.

"Guh!" The blow was so powerful it launched Deputy Warden Beowulf toward the brick wall. The building groaned from the force of the punch and caused the wall to collapse.

The inmates on the other side of the wall were startled by the violent attack.

"Go! I'll hold him off with the power of my Christmas Spirit!" Karna Santa declared, completely focused on the downed servant who was now getting back up from the pile of rubble that was the wall.

Despite the sucker punch he received, Beowulf didn't seem angry, in fact, he was smirking.

Seeing his ally keeping the servant occupied, Rama heeded his ally's advice and sprinted towards Sita, muttering a thank you shortly before leaving.

He had run away like a coward. But the burning sensation in his chest overpowered the horrible feeling as he felt his wife get closer to him.

He passed cell after cell, never paying attention to what they told him and unable to waste time entertaining what words they threw his way.

His time was running out.

The burning sensation grew stronger. It burns. It burns so hot that it feels like he is melting. She is close… just a bit more… just a bit more…

A soft buzz started to ring in his ears.

*BZZZT*

Rama winced as the buzz grew in intensity, forcing him to stumble due to the vertigo they gave him.

He looked up and to the door. The presence of his love was now overpowering. She was just next door.

He took a deep breath to relieve a bit of his nausea and shakily stood back up.

Just a bit more. And he can finally be with his wife once more. He made to open the door, but it was locked.

The heavy metal door was now an obstacle.

He clenched his sword and drew in every bit of divine power he had left to heat up his blade. The blade's edge glowed red-hot as its temperature increased.

It paled in comparison to his strength at full power but it will be good enough.

"Sita! If you are behind that door! Step back! I am going to cut down the door!"

The buzzing in his ears prevented him from hearing her behind the door, but he trusts she was able to hear his voice and heeded his warning.

He lifted his blade and slashed through the metal door as if it was made of butter. Even when weakened to such an extent, he was still a servant with divinity backing him, a mere metal foot would not stop him.

He slashed and slashed until the door broke into pieces, their edges glowing red-hot from where Rama's sword had cut.

Rama wasted no time and went through the door.

He stopped in place.

It had been centuries since that day he had been cursed. So many years without being able to see or hear from his wife.

And for the first time since then, he had managed to see her once more. She was wearing orange clothes and was standing a few feet away from him. He was ashamed to admit it, but had it not been for the link between them and her vibrant red hair, he would not have been able to recognize her.

She was looking at him with a sorrowful expression, most likely due to his condition.

Others were standing nearby her, but they didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was here. And he had finally seen her once more.

But, just when he thought he would be able to truly reunite with his love, it was then that fate decided to stop showing mercy.

His crystal-clear vision blurred, causing his wife's beautiful face to blur into obscurity.

'Ah… it was nice while it lasted.'

His muscles decided then and there to give up. Causing him to faceplant into the ground.

It was only after his vision turned dark and he was still conscious that Rama realized the Curse of Separation had taken every sensation away from him.

His nerves had stopped working, rendering him unable to feel anything. Which meant that he could no longer see, hear, or even touch his wife.

But at least, Rama could feel comfort in the fact that she was nearby. He just knew that she was fretting over him and the consequences of his reckless actions, just like old times.

Even with all his senses turned off, Rama felt at peace. This was the closest he and his wife had been to each other in centuries.

That fact alone was enough to set his injured heart at ease.

With this small mercy, he could finally move on.

'Sorry Gudao, Geronimo, I will be going on ahead…"

That was the last thing Rama thought of as his spiritual body, which was being held by his wife, dispersed into motes of light.


Author's Note: This chapter took me longer to write than I wanted and is much shorter than I planned. Had a string of interviews I needed to prep for. Two of them were in vain since I had to reschedule for next week but I managed to nail the last one and will have round two next week as well.

Just wanted to thank you guys again for your patience and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I decided to show a bit of mercy to Rama in this chapter by letting him briefly see his wife since he was already going to die.

I always felt that his death in Alcatraz would have been more impactful, and also because I wanted to have Sita as support. Also, hope you liked the AoT reference, I had a blast writing it.

Anyway, if the story is moving a little slowly, I apologize. I am doing my best to move the story forward while also not rushing through it.

Anyway, thanks for reading and I would appreciate some feedback.