Let me tell you a story.
An odd one, that tale is. About a boy and a girl.
Two magi families abandoned them. One of Russian origin, and the other Japanese.
They were the second children. Their parents favored the firsts. They were abandoned, left to fend for themselves.
How ironic they would meet when they were left to die.
They grew up together, lived together, and eventually started a family together.
A family of magi, born of two bloodlines. They combined their original families' mystics, turning them into something unique.
The boy gave his family's living crests and the girl added her jewels.
The magic crest of the Kirizaka family was born.
At first, they wished to reach the Root, just like all others. They soon learned it was a pipe dream.
They decided to chase a smaller ideal, leaving Akasha to future generations.
The familiars were born.
We don't know their true goal- it was never spoken about.
The family flourished.
After six generations, a child was born.
Eyes blacker than a moonless night, and hair akin to deep Caribbeans.
The tale started anew.
This is the tale of a boy and a girl.
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Please note that I do not own Familiar of Zero or Fate
Also please note I do not know much about the Fate Universe. I will try and search everything I can, But I will make mistakes. And I'll make a lot of them. Please tell me so I can fix them. I'm doing this to try and cure my writer's block, so please don't bash me too hard in the comments.
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A black sun, something that shouldn't exist.
No, he realized. Whatever cursed Magecraft this was, the result was far from a sun-far from a star.
When summer cast his scorching gaze upon the world, only then could his father take his hand. Then, on the day the sun reigned without rest the longest, the father and son would climb the tallest mountains, peaks kissed smidges of snow. There, they would stare at the sun's majesty, free of worries of the mortal realm.
When winter coated the world in her blanket, white as ivory, downy as cotton. Only then could he feel his mother's fridged embrace. On the day the moon and stars danced the longest, the mother would take her son's hand and lead him to great prairies and plains, blessed with snow pure as ivory. There, they would dance in tandem with the moon and stars, uncaring of time till the sun claimed the skies again.
Fond memories, they were, but they were all in the distant past, pictures written in the golden sands of memories, soon to be washed away by the sea of time.
They were dead, both of his loved ones. His mother turned to dust, silver as the moon. His father vanished, ephemeral as a ghost. He coughed-the ash filling his lungs was truly painful.
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In usual timelines, the only one to survive this Great Fire would be a boy named "Shirou," later adopted by Kiritsugu Emiya. But-as we all know-this is far from a standard timeline.
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'Father. Mother.' A silent prayer for those departed.
"Why?!" And a curse screamed towards the heavens.
An inaudible cry left the boy's mouth, taught to him by those who passed.
The six-year-old still shrouded in a cloak, torn and tainted with the preddessesors' blood, took a single shaky step forward. Distant screams of those hurt and bloodied threatened to overtake his fragile mind.
He didn't mind them. He couldn't mind them.
Treasured memories forged in both body and soul roared to life in a brilliant display of flame. And with those flames came the feeling of tears running down his face.
He choked a sob down his throat and kept walking.
Rage mixed with grief, mourning withed vengeance. How dare someone defiles the lands they claimed as their own?
Lines glowed on his left cheek. Red, akin to the shades of a sunset, tinged with a hue not dissimilar to frozen glaciers. A magic crest-the crystalized efforts and achievements of a family. Born when two clans rejected the second children in favor of the firsts. Only one spell was perfected. The others were merely side-products-failed mystics the previous heirs decided to keep.
A small, brown book materialized in his hands. Nothing was written on the cover-or anywhere, for that fact. The only trace of color was an orange hummingbird painted on the front.
The book opened as the flames licking the boy's cheek grew. A singular Magic Circle rose, and with it, countless more followed. A song sung by the children of the Earth, and the Earth responded in kind.
The mystics collapsed, countless sigils replaced with rips in time, glowing an eerie blue.
"Cyfod. Fae o fflamau."
The air stilled. Even the bubbling of the cursed mud seemed to stop, even if for a split second. Moths with bodies of amber jewels covered in fire flew toward the hole in the sky. Larger and larger their swarm grew. Until it took the shape of a hungry caterpillar that devoured all.
Yet flames were ethereal, so easy to snuff out. The moths turned to ash, grey as storm clouds.
Portals of blue rippled. Akin to a stone dropping into a serene lake. Tiny blue butterflies emerged, flying toward the distant sea as the world seemed to chill. When they returned, each one was covered in water. They fluttered toward the black ball, their wings hardening into blades of ice.
It was fruitless, as before.
The child bit his lip. The winds seemed to grow agitated.
Dragonflies with wings of wind buzzed faster than sound. The only thing that was accomplished was splattering the black mud.
The boy's gaze hardened. "Alright then."
A wave of Mana pulsed through the area, and more magic circles materialized around him. Thousands of portals merged to become five. Five beasts emerged within.
Numbers didn't matter when each one was as powerful as an apostle of the moon.
Another beast stirred, hiding within the boy's obsidian-shaded hair. Balls of light formed before the five beasts. A moment later, they shot toward the black calamity in the sky.
Curses flew everywhere, but that was not the only result.
The black tar formed tendrils, wrapping around the five beasts.
"No!"
The boy felt the connection break.
A stream of black shot toward the young boy.
He screamed.
T̵͔͈̾͆ͅo̷̙͓̬̽ṟ̵̙͓͗͘͝t̷̺̰͌̉̈u̵̟̳͐̏̓r̸̫̠̯̀̍e̴̡̤̭͒.̴̡̤͎̈́̚ ̵̨̲̒̑̃M̷̞̎͘͘a̶̡̛͔̱̋l̵̥̙͕̅i̵̖͆̈̚ç̷̉i̶͉̯̍̽̈o̵͈̤̫̍ṵ̷́͗͠s̷̬͈͒̃.̸̭̳̣̈́ ̴͙͂̒ͅḘ̵͙͊̋̉ẍ̵̤̱̥́͌̌i̵̢̕͠l̷̥͌́͌é̷̱̄̇.̶̥̕͜ ̵̥̋E̶̙̜͛͝x̴̞̬̆ĕ̵̪̳c̴̬̼̓͆̿u̸̩̭̪̅͌͝t̵̟̓͝i̷͎̜̾̂͗ͅõ̴͇n̵̖̩̔̊.̵̢̣̋͘̚ ̷͈͌̈͆C̸̡̺͍̅̈́̕a̸̬͑̋s̵̘̋͑̚t̸͓̲̕r̴̡͖̺͌́̎ä̴͍́t̸̩̠̔͋͘ḯ̸̠̦͘͜͠o̷̫̱̅n̶̗̋.̸̮̞̇͂̚ ̷̞͌̋S̴̥͂a̴̺̳̔̍̽ḏ̴͗̐ï̵̙s̸̜̤̕͜m̶̛̮͍̏̒.̷̢̚͝ ̶̳̈́̌͝T̵̘͖̎́ḧ̵̠͇̱́̅e̸̱̊̑f̸͙̈ť̶̳̪̲͝.̸̳̎͠ ̶̧̖̩͋͒͑K̸̢̟͖͒͐ị̸̫̓̓̍d̷̤͉̿͝͠ͅn̷̜͙̤̓à̴̠̰̠̂͠p̷̲̉̂p̴͔̱͊͌ỉ̵̥̫̔̆n̴͔͐ğ̴̩͈͗̃.̸̤͓̊ ̸͉̟͇͐A̵̻̖͆̾̈́ͅr̴̭͔̋̈́̂s̵̹̎o̴̮̱̎ņ̴̜̈́͝.̴̡͖͊̓̐͜ ̷̘̙̺͒̏R̶̙̗̦͋ȁ̵͔̠̖p̶͈̔e̶͔͚̾̽̔.̷̧͛͋̔ ̷͖̺̽ͅB̶͓̓o̸̼̒̾ṃ̶̺̯̋̄b̷̤̀̉i̵̘̍̚n̷̢̿͐g̵̻͐͑̇.̶̻̑̀ ̸̣͛͗͜͜Ș̴̂̌u̷̱͊͒͘ḯ̷̢̅̏ĉ̶̞̼͛͘͜i̷̱͊͝ͅd̶͍͖͚̿ḛ̶͍͕̄͊.̸̨͓̟̃̚ ̵̡͖͂̅̽Ḩ̵̪͇̆̄͒o̴̰͕̊͛m̸̺̹̟͐ì̸̧̘͇c̷̗͖̦͂i̷̗͊́̉d̵̜̦̏͋͜e̶͚̊.̶̢͚̫̆ ̷̡̤͕̾Ǵ̸̕ͅe̴͚̺̿n̵̪̘̲̍͂o̵̰͚͊c̴̝͑̽̔i̷͎̮͌d̸̹͛́̈́e̵͍̥̙͗͊̈.̵̗̈́ ̷͓̍M̸͉͛̇͊a̷͎̜͠n̸̜͋̾s̷̙͖̅ḻ̸͔̈͗̊ã̷̦͚͇̍͝u̸͈̪̼̿͑g̷̛̩̮h̷͇͔͆͛t̶̹̫͚͠e̸͈̊r̸͕͙̄̉́.̵̛͙ ̶̹͉̭͋́L̵͔͎̎͋͜į̸͚͔͌̄͝é̴̦̘̳͛s̴͇͔͂͋̐ͅ.̸͎̀͑͌ ̴̱̝̺̈́́̕C̴̨͚̟̒̌̄o̴̧̭͖͌͛n̶̛͖̟̒̓c̴͉̤͌̆ê̷̼͖̔̑ạ̷̖̒͝͠l̵̢͂m̴̝̙̌̐̽e̸̗̞͂̈́n̶̼̖͠t̵̼̭͌̈́͜.̷̟̩͗̃ ̵̞͌̓F̵̪̐̽͠r̵̢͓̱̈â̴̧͉u̶̡̱͛͐͜d̴͒̍̕ͅ.̴̘̩͂ ̸̛̘͈̤̎̈Ǵ̷̯̥̘̎͒r̵̳͇̉̇̚ȩ̶̱̭͝͝ȅ̷̛̫̮d̴̼̊̕.̷̡̙̖̆͝ ̶̜̓̐̎Ḙ̷̰̂n̵̰͒̓̓v̷̨̻̈́́y̸̰̝̮̌͝.̵̳͚͓͝ ̷̝̐̃M̵̢̩͒u̷͓̽r̵̂̔͜͝ḍ̸͖̗͋e̸͖̤̺̒r̷̲̤͓̔̃͌.̸̧̻̳̽͌̾
More and more curses invaded the young boy's mind. His body burned, his personality shattered, and his mind cracked like broken glass.
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"Die" The curses screamed, "Die die die die died iedieD̸̜͈̔Ḯ̴̠̫̬̼̠̑Ë̸̡̛͚͕̳̬́͂͗̋D̴̛̳̭̠͎̗̼̺̠̔̌̾̏̎̍̿͜͝I̶̢̺̳̗̻̱̗̳̤̩̿̈́E̷̗̮̖̼͗͐̋D̷̢̨̞̓̊͊̆͌͋Į̸̞͛͛̆̀͆͑̒̆̐̕E̶̢̲̭̙̠̫͒D̴͍̳̝̰̩̮͉̙̣͒͂̿̈́̓͋͘ͅI̸̭̬̯͎͎̖̲̱̤͌̏̓͛͛̎̿̽͝Ȩ̴̙̦̲̣̞̗̤͌͒̀̂̑̎̽̀̕D̵̻͈̦̪͚̩̳̓͛̽̽̾̎I̸̮̠̟͕̠̼̪̎́̊́͘͠͝͠È̶̝̼͕͈̭̈̑̉͗̀͋͋̇͂̒-̸̛̰̃̊́͐̚͜͝-̸̢̼̹͈̰͍͍̱̬̿͐̿̑͛̂͒̊. "
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A blinding light cut through the dark cocoon formed by curses. It burned them away with heavenly flames, and the curses recoiled, almost screaming in defiance.
A feather covered with every color one could imagine.
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'Contractor.'
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'Master.'
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'Savior.'
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'Please awaken.'
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So? What do you all think about the first chapter? Not too bad, I hope.
Did you know Familiar of Zero was actually the first anime I watched? It literally got me into the world of anime. I recently found these dusty four seasons hidden away in a hard drive. It just felt so nostalgic I had to write something about it.
Having Saito as a magus would spice up the story, hmm? So, like, follow, comment, and share if you liked this.
As always, I wish you all good luck in your game of life.