Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto
Fate Series © Type-Moon
Setting: Alternate Universe! Out Of Character!
Announcement: The story adopts several elements from Lord of the Rings.
PROLOGUE:
ODOR OF RUIN
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The black curtain stretches over the vertical visibility of the world, along with its advantages of drawing the moon and tugging at a bunch of clouds from the skyline.
The tall Sorcerer with his ruthless face looked up and glared at the moon that was almost completely covered by the cloud hordes. He looked human-like except for his red eyes.
Winds blew in the shadows, penetrating silence, and broke free to slap the Sorcerer's pale face.
There was a sharp letter conveyed into his sense of smell. The Sorcerer hardened his face shape when he received the message. He blinked his eyes frantically. His guess was right; they rushed here. Either to prey or be preyed. He glared again into the darkness in front of him, and then speak with a cold tone. "Spread out! Hide behind the trees and underbrush. Pounce on them when they come!"
Around him popped out thirteen orcs with miscellaneous weapons; swords, spears, and huge axes. their body is large with dark brown skin and stocky arms.
The monsters rushed into the underbrush, growling while they hides. Many sounds of rustling. It wasn't long before the rustling sounds were quiet and the forest was filled only by the sound of wind rubbing against the leaves.
The sorcerer peered out from behind a large tree, looking towards the path. The atmosphere is dark for any human being to be able to see, but for him, the gloomy moonlight is like the light of the sun breaking through the trees.
The orcs could not see as well as the Sorcerer; they fumbled like blind people, troubled by their respective weapons.
The sorcerer hissed indignantly at the unrest the monsters expressed. they also receded, motionless. The sorcerer endured his disgust—they smelled like rotten meat—and stared back in the previous direction. They're just tools, nothing more.
Then, the Sorcerer heard a rush of crowded steps heading towards him. Suddenly his body stiffened, "Get ready!" he ordered to the orcs.
The surface of the moon, previously obscured by clouds, was briefly exposed, allowing the light to creep into the forest.
In the middle of the forest, a path was trampled by the hooves of horses running hastily. These horses were ridden by ten Elves.
The Elves stopped in unison, following the female Elf who led the way. Their position seemed chaotic as they took notice of their surroundings due to the obvious stench in the air.
"Thank you for bothering to come," the baritone voice of the Sorcerer, coming from behind a tree trunk, startled the Elves, causing them to simultaneously turn their gazes to the Sorcerer. He was smiling devilishly at them. "Stupid elves who took the bait."
As soon as the Sorcerer finished speaking, Orcs emerged from all directions, pouncing on the Elves. Startled, the Elves jumped, but their reaction was not strong enough, and half of their group was caught by the monsters before they could dodge.
The Elves captured by the Orcs were sadistically torn to pieces, their screams of pain filling the air. Meanwhile, the rest of the Elves gasped at the horrifying scene.
"Don't just stand there! Fight them!" shouted a long-haired female Elf with pale blonde hair.
Caught off guard, the Elves quickly drew swords from their waists and lunged at the attacking monsters.
The female Elf who had screamed earlier began chanting in a language no one there could understand. As she chanted, ancient golden symbols appeared in the air, which then shot up sharply and pierced the surrounding Orcs.
The Orcs hit by the Elf's magical attacks exploded, their remains scattering and filling the air with a putrid smell. The sight hardened the Sorcerer's face, and he angrily hissed strings of vicious incantations. Dark red circles appeared on the sides and pointed lasers of the same color at the female Elf.
The female Elf noticed the Sorcerer's attack and immediately jumped off her horse, rolling on the ground to avoid the lasers. Unfortunately, the lasers hit her horse and the male Elf who was riding behind her.
Gasping, she saw her comrade fall from the horse due to the Sorcerer's attack. Before she could react further, she was hit, her legs and stomach pierced by the lasers.
Choking and coughing up blood, she looked up brokenly at the Sorcerer who had attacked her.
The Sorcerer approached the kneeling female Elf with arrogance, and with a grin, he lifted her soft chin to meet her terrified green eyes.
Her beauty, which could have dazzled any human, meant nothing to the Sorcerer. The Elf attempted to cast a spell, but the Sorcerer immediately pointed his left index finger at her mouth and exclaimed, "Greaga!"
A small wisp of fire shot from the Sorcerer's index finger, ravaging the Elf's graceful mouth and rendering her unconscious.
The Sorcerer turned away from the unconscious Elf's face and looked around, only to find that the remains of the other Elves had fallen and been devoured by the Orcs. His eyes widened, and he grinned widely, showing his teeth in delight.
The Sorcerer tightly gripped both of his hands, then raised them as high as he could. He seemed to be relishing the celebration of his victory. Then, the Sorcerer retrieved his horse from a hiding place among the trees. After tying the female Elf to the saddle, he mounted his horse. He savored the myriad of scents in the air, inhaling various smells around him. He grinned again.
"We are done! Let's go!" he ordered the Orcs.
The orcs muttered at the Sorcerer's command, scrambling to mount their ferocious wolves and catching up with the Sorcerer, who had already begun moving ahead.
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