Hello everyone, dear readers. I am KaleidoMirror.
I'm truly delighted to see that many people have enjoyed my stories. On this occasion, I present to you Chapter 4, which actually corresponds to Chapter 3 chronologically, "Under the Iron Aegis." It was a pleasure to write it and relive some of the great moments from the game.
I greatly appreciate those who have commented and shown their support by following this story. I will do my best to meet your expectations, and I also invite you to explore my other projects. I will soon be updating one of them, "The Sword of Tokyo," so stay tuned.
Without further ado, I send warm regards to all of you
In the midst of the vast expanses of Remnant, in the northern region of the continent Solitas, stands the youngest and, from a narrative perspective, the most successful Kingdom of all: Atlas. But this Kingdom is a rarity in itself, a corner of the world where the past has woven the roots of a deep legacy in the cold continent.
Long before the Great War shook the foundations of humanity, Atlas did not exist; instead, the name that echoed was Mantle. A fearless group of colonizers, brimming with an exceptional dose of madness and courage, defied the unforgiving icy mountain ranges and paved the way for a budding kingdom. Despite the harsh weather conditions that kept the dreaded Grimm creatures at bay, these same conditions prevented the people of Mantle from thriving.
However, humanity, as its history demonstrates, is characterized by its innate desire for survival. When faced with a problem, their ability to find solutions becomes an unbreakable force. The extreme climatic conditions of Solitas forced its inhabitants to accelerate their technological progress, outpacing other parts of the world.
It was the Great War that triggered the true transformation. Innovative applications of Dust and advancements in weaponry allowed Mantle to expand and solidify. Territory after territory was designated for Dust extraction and research. The area next to the renowned combat school of the Kingdom, Alcius, proved to be the ideal location to build a new research facility. These initial foundations became the seed of future Atlas, designed to guide warriors in search of answers. With the desire to "turn the tide," Mantle applied various Dust innovations, technologies they had deployed in the war, to improve the academy's campus. The school areas expanded surprisingly fast, contributing to the security of the surrounding areas. It didn't take long before the Kingdom's military moved in, followed by research laboratories and faculties. Over time, residential areas even emerged.
As time marched on, it became evident that the city of Mantle was living in the shadow of Atlas. The decision to move the Kingdom's capital finally materialized, marking the birth of Atlas and a proclaimed "golden era of prosperity." Nevertheless, for those who remained in Mantle, the winter grew colder than ever. Despite their differences, both cities were two sides of the same coin.
Mantle, the City of Machines, stood humbly, with its foundations deeply rooted in the land that supported its people. There, the flickering lights of factories illuminated the streets as dedicated workers forged the future in their workshops.
On the other hand, Atlas, the City in the Sky, rose majestically, defying gravity itself with its grandeur. In this metropolis, ivory towers reached for the clouds, and power and wealth were the currency at every corner. It was a hub of high technology and luxury, where the elite mingled in elegant salons while the rest of Remnant could only watch from below.
Despite their apparent contrasts, Mantle and Atlas were bound by an inextricable fate. Mantle pulsed with the strength of labor and humility, while Atlas shone with intelligence and ambition. Together, both cities formed a unique soul among the Kingdoms of Remnant, each contributing its own essence to maintain the balance in a world relentlessly threatened by the endless hordes of Grimm.
In the story about to unfold, the lines between Mantle and Atlas will blur, and their destinies will intertwine in unexpected ways. In the collision of these two cities, in the clash of hope in a remnant world, a new path to an uncertain future will be forged. A path filled with promises, challenges, and endless possibilities, where heroes and villains are yet to be defined.
The floating metropolis of Atlas unfolded majestically before General James Ironwood's eyes as his aircraft descended toward the designated landing platform. The city, anchored high atop imposing towers and platforms, was an impressive feat of engineering and a testament to Atlas' technological power and prowess.
On one side, amid the steel and glass skyscrapers that soared into the sky, the structures seemed to defy the laws of gravity. Each building was a tribute to modernity and the future, with clean lines and minimalist design radiating a sense of order and efficiency. Neon lights adorned the skyscraper facades, illuminating the night with a glow that reflected on the streets. The sidewalks mirrored the metropolis's brilliance, and the silhouettes of the citizens walked with determined steps.
On the other hand, the military presence was found in every corner of the metropolis. Uniformed soldiers patrolled the streets with discipline, their boots resonating on the ground with each step. Equipped with state-of-the-art technology and carrying high-precision rifles, they conveyed a sense of security and control throughout the city. Watchtowers, strategically located, rose among the imposing defense walls, equipped with cutting-edge security systems, poised over the city, ready to repel any potential threat that might arise on the distant horizons.
Technology permeated daily life in Atlas in a fascinating way. Futuristic vehicles flew through the skies in orderly formation, creating perfectly organized traffic routes in the airspace. Holographic screens stretched along the avenues, projecting dynamic advertisements and real-time news, immersing passersby in a world of constant information. Some citizens sported visible cybernetic implants on their limbs, while others carried advanced weapons and equipment, serving as a tangible manifestation of the advanced technology that was part of their daily lives.
Ironwood's aircraft touched down, and the General could feel the vibration of the protective energy field surrounding the city. It was as if Atlas herself were welcoming him home. James knew that in this Kingdom, excellence was the norm, and he was determined to live up to the expectations of his hometown in this critical moment.
As the hatch opened and he descended from the aircraft, he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the fresh air of Atlas. With each step he took, he marked his return home and the beginning of a crucial chapter in Atlas' history. His duty as a military leader and protector of the city loomed like a shadow over his shoulders, and he was prepared to face any challenges that lay on the horizon of this floating city.
Officer James Ironwood strode purposefully through the halls of Atlas' military base, his mind overwhelmed by a dizzying mix of thoughts and concerns. Despite his relative youth, at only 29 years old, he had traversed a path in the kingdom that few could match. His dual role as Academic Leader and newly appointed Field Officer bestowed upon him monumental responsibility.
The duality of his roles weighed on him like an anvil of responsibility, as if Atlas itself had entrusted him with the task of shaping both the next generation of hunters and maintaining security and order in the nation. The past three months since his promotion had been a whirlwind of events, and the mysterious situation of the newly arrived children only added to the burden he had to bear.
The emergency council meeting of Atlas loomed on the horizon, and Ironwood knew that his presence was inevitable. The mission in the Forest of Vergessen had triggered a series of unexpected events, and the evidence in digital media had hastened the board's assembly earlier than planned. The upcoming Vytal Festival, of which Atlas took pride in hosting, served as the perfect cover for advancing the meeting.
As he made his way through the corridors, Ironwood couldn't help but reflect on the complexity of the hierarchy in Atlas. His decisions had to be measured with precision, in perfect alignment with military protocols and standards. He was determined to fulfill his duty at all costs in the impending meeting.
However, a part of his mind remained preoccupied with the children. In these three days, all available resources in Atlas and neighboring kingdoms had been exhausted in a desperate attempt to obtain information about them, but they remained enigmatic in every aspect. Superiors had delegated research tasks, but top priority was to keep their existence a secret until the council decided how to proceed.
From his perspective, the children might be an enigma in terms of their identity, but the bravery they had shown in battle made them nameless heroes in his heart. He trusted that the doctors and nurses of Atlas would provide them with the medical care they so desperately needed.
Despite the concerns and loose ends from the previous mission, Ironwood had not neglected his duties in these days. The Pfeilspitze mission, which had taken place just over three days ago, had come at a high cost in the lives of soldiers and specialists. As the commanding officer, it was his duty to inform the families of the fallen and pay tribute to their sacrifices. Furthermore, the results of the mission on the Solitas tundra border needed to be presented clearly and accurately to his superiors.
As he walked, his military demeanor was evident in his way of speaking, using technical terms and maintaining a firm yet respectful tone in his interactions with subordinates and superiors. His innate ability to uphold discipline and respect in all his interactions was a fundamental part of his success in the Atlas military.
With each step, Ironwood remained determined to fulfill his duty and face the responsibilities assigned to him. The arrival of the children posed unknown challenges, but he was willing to confront them with the same courage and determination that had distinguished him on the battlefield of Remnant.
He knew that the future of Atlas and the safety of its people depended on his ability to make informed and bold decisions in the upcoming council meeting.
The meeting room, located at the heart of Atlas' most secretive and fortified base, was permeated with palpable tension. Among the high-ranking military officers, influential politicians, and representatives of the Atlas Citizens Council, all had been summoned to address a troubling situation. In the center of the room, the most advanced projection teams created a hologram displaying a scene that defied all logic in the world of Remnant: the events in the Forest of Vergessen, where the enigmatic children had fought a battle that could only be compared to the feats of legends and myths in that world. This video had confounded all present, and discussions were growing increasingly heated.
The ten figures strategically positioned at the central table represented unparalleled power and influence across the continent of Solitas. They had the power to change the course of Atlas with a mere gesture.
In the principal seat at the large table sat the leader of the Atlas Council, the elder Leonhardt Winterborne, a member of one of Atlas' noblest and oldest families. Despite his 82 years, he remained the authoritative figure in the room, but his calm expression concealed his deep thoughts and hidden concerns. Everyone knew that his primary motivation was to lead Atlas towards a future of prosperity and cooperation while maintaining the priority of internal and external security for the kingdom.
The fierce rivalry between Elara Ironsides and Isolde Ravenshadow, leaders of the military and media respectively, was evident. Elara, at 32 years old, had followed in her father's footsteps in the military and had quickly risen through the ranks due to her bravery and unique tactical skills. Isolde, aged 33, was a veteran journalist with an illustrious career in Atlas' media. Both were locked in an endless debate about the actions to be taken.
Cyril Ardent, a successful 45-year-old businessman in the technology industry, and Sleet Frostwind, a 46-year-old man from a noble family with a long tradition in politics, represented the economic and political interests of Atlas. They studied the video before them carefully, trying to assimilate the existence of "magic," a closely guarded secret since the end of the Great War.
Eamon Silverbrook and Camilla Nightshade, leaders of Social Affairs and International Relations respectively, discussed the potential repercussions of the existence of the unknown children. Eamon, aged 34, had experienced the challenges faced by common citizens up close in his youth and had become a passionate advocate for civil and social rights. Camilla, at 46, hailed from a family with a rich diplomatic tradition and had an open attitude towards other cultures and kingdoms. They had decided to call the unknown children the "Heroes of Hoffnung."
At the end of the table, Pietro Polendina and Nicholas Schnee, leaders of the technological and Dust industries respectively, marveled at the children's abilities. Pietro, aged 52, was a renowned scientist in the field of robotics and artificial intelligence. He had dedicated his life to research and the development of advanced technologies in Atlas. Nicholas, aged 68, was a respected veteran in Atlas' business circles and patriarch of the Schnee family. He had handed over the CEO position of his company to his son-in-law, Jacques Schnee, with the aim of transforming the Schnee Dust Company into a global powerhouse in the Dust industry.
From the corner of the room, James Ironwood watched attentively the actions and conversations of the people in the room. As the academic leader, he knew the roles and motivations of those present, but at that moment, his attention was focused on the potential repercussions of the "Heroes of Hoffnung" situation.
It took a few minutes before Ironwood decided to intervene. "I understand your concern," he began in a firm yet calm tone. "The situation is delicate, but I assure you that we are doing everything in our power to maintain the safety of Atlas and its citizens."
Dissonant voices filled the room as politicians and military leaders expressed their viewpoints.
"As the leader of this Council, I must express that both young individuals have demonstrated the use of magic," continued Leonhardt Winterborne, his voice slow but resolute. "The best-kept secret since the end of the Great War has resurfaced. We have taken appropriate measures thus far, but the unclear nature of these new users' magical powers is yet to be determined."
"We are analyzing the extent of our resources and the actions necessary to maintain this secret," explained Isolde, displaying some high-tech devices on the table. "We have intensified the use of signal inhibitors to prevent any information leaks."
"We have managed to retrieve over 50 copies of the video and erase any lingering evidence on the Pfeilspitze mission equipment," added Elara.
"Caution and secrecy are our utmost priorities," emphasized Camilla. "The existence of magic is a well-guarded secret in Remnant, and we must keep it that way."
"We have sought the assistance of Miss Fría Water, known as the Winter Lady," revealed Eamon. "She is willing to cooperate should the young Heroes of Hoffnung need to be restrained."
"We must set aside our differences and focus on a humane approach," suggested Nicholas Schnee. "To ensure the safety of Atlas and effective cooperation, Officer Ironwood has proposed a project that we must seriously consider."
Ironwood thanked Schnee for his intervention with a nod and then presented his proposal to understand and control the abilities of the young "Heroes of Hoffnung" for the benefit of Atlas and its security as a kingdom. The room fell silent as everyone contemplated the new direction they must take.
Plan Name: "Project Aurora"
Plan Draft:
Objective: The primary objective of Project Aurora is to investigate and safely and responsibly manage the magical powers discovered in the yet-to-be-identified individuals, codenamed A (Schwert) for the male subject and B (Banner) for the female subject. The intention is to understand that these powers represent an uncommon variable in our world and require careful attention for their proper understanding and control.
Phases of the Project:
1. Research Phase: During this initial phase, comprehensive research will be conducted to understand the nature and scope of the magical powers of subjects A-B. This will include scientific testing, observations, and analysis of their magical behavior.
2. Training and Control Phase: Once sufficient data has been collected, training and guidance will be provided to subjects A-B to help them control their abilities responsibly. Measures will be established to prevent accidents or abuses.
3. Monitoring and Supervision Phase: As subjects A-B continue to develop their abilities, a monitoring and supervision system will be implemented. This will include the creation of detailed records and continuous monitoring of their magical activities.
4. Communication and Public Safety Phase: During this phase, a carefully planned communication strategy will be carried out to keep the existence of magic a secret and prevent any potential public alarm. Safety protocols will be established to ensure the security of the kingdom.
The Leader of the Atlas Council, Leonhardt Winterborne, kept his arms crossed as everyone's attention remained focused on Project Aurora after hours of debate and opinions. Although some still showed reservations and took neutral stances, others added points that required deeper exploration.
"After extensive debate on the current situation, I want to pose a question," Leonhardt Winterborne began, addressing General Elara Ironsides. "Is this Project Aurora really necessary? The existence of these subjects A-B raises more questions than answers."
Elara Ironsides, a strong-voiced and resolute military leader, responded with conviction, "Leader Winterborne, as a military leader, I must say that the presence of individuals with magical abilities is a factor we cannot ignore. It is our duty to protect Atlas from any potential threat."
This caused Cyril to furrow his brow in a challenging gesture. "Furthermore, if these subjects can effectively use magic, we could harness their abilities to boost our economy. Why waste a potentially valuable resource?"
However, Isolde Ravenshadow raised a legitimate concern. "But do we have to maintain a posture of secrecy from the public? How long can we keep it up? Magic is a completely foreign concept to the civilian population of our world. It could cause uncontrollable chaos if the news were to leak."
James Ironwood, with his characteristic calm and determination, spoke up, "I understand the concerns, Miss Isolde, but we have proposed a carefully planned communication protocol. We can present this as an advancement in science without mentioning the word 'magic.'"
Nicholas Schnee, with his vast experience, added his perspective, "These old Dust-filled bones still have much to say. If these subjects can be properly trained, they could assist us in other areas, such as an alternative way to locate Dust deposits more efficiently. That would be a significant boost to our industry."
Sleet Frostwind, voicing a concern shared by some, interjected, "But, Patriarch Schnee, can we really trust these subjects? We don't know who they are or where they come from. They could be a hidden threat."
Camilla Nightshade, expressing her concern, presented evidence on the holographic screen, "I agree with Sleet Frostwind. Before deciding how to proceed, we must focus on thoroughly investigating their backgrounds in all the realms. We can't take anything for granted!"
Eamon Silverbrook added, "We must remember the humanitarian aspect of this situation. If these youths are unknown, we must treat them with dignity and respect, no matter how powerful they may be."
Pietro Polendina, enthused, advocated for fair and humane treatment of the youths, "We can use Atlas' technology to aid in the research and training of these subjects. It would be a unique opportunity to study these abilities."
Leonhardt Winterborne, after observing the thoughts of each leader in the room, sighed. "Very well, I see there are divided opinions. But we must proceed with caution. We will authorize Project Aurora but under strict Council supervision. Camilla, resume background investigations. James, Nicholas, organize a team for their training and control. Polendina, you'll be in charge of the necessary devices. Sleet and Isolde will handle discretion. Cyril, create programs to support the project. General Elara, form a new group to reinforce James' training. Nicholas, we need an adequate supply of Dust according to their needs. James, as the first point of contact with the subjects, you'll be at the forefront. Everyone must remember: this must remain a secret until we are certain of their loyalty and control."
The leaders nodded in agreement, but their faces reflected their doubts and concerns. The decision was made, but the road ahead was full of uncertainty. It was a crucial moment for Atlas, and they all knew they had to face this challenge with wisdom and caution.
After the tense meeting with the members of the Atlas Council, Officer James Ironwood retreated to his office, his mind tormented by doubts and concerns. The enormous responsibilities that rested on his shoulders, from ensuring the safety of Atlas to facing Leonhardt Winterborne's new orders, weighed heavily on him. He had always admired Winterborne, an exemplary leader who had inspired James to follow his family's legacy of service to the kingdom of Atlas. However, at this moment, the weight of responsibility was overwhelming, and the situation with the young heroes only complicated things further.
Ironwood slumped onto his large, dark wooden desk, his gaze lost in the panoramic view of the floating metropolis of Atlas through the window. The night was calm, but that tranquility barely concealed the storm looming over them. His thoughts focused on his colleague, Beacon Academy's headmaster in Vale, the enigmatic Ozpin. Despite being 36 years old, Ozpin had proven to be an individual of exceptional talent and had achieved accomplishments that could only inspire awe and respect.
However, doubts persisted. Ozpin was a man shrouded in mystery, with an enigmatic wisdom and seemingly limitless resources. But he was also a jealous protector of his secrets, as the council leaders had pointed out. At this point, only a few individuals had the privilege of accessing information about the Pfeilspitze mission, and James wondered how much Ozpin truly knew.
Ironwood's concerns centered around Atlas' security and the uncertainty represented by the two young heroes. He didn't know which way the scales would tip. If the heroes turned out to be allies in the fight against dark forces, having Ozpin's support would be a tremendous advantage. However, if they proved to be a threat, Ozpin's decision could influence the opinion of some council leaders. He had to be extremely cautious in whichever direction events took.
After long hours of reflection, James finally reached a decision. He activated the communication on his desk and began checking his emails and alerts for a message from Ozpin, but unfortunately, he found nothing. With a sigh of resignation, Ironwood understood that all he could do was wait for a response from the enigmatic headmaster of Beacon Academy and trust that his wisdom and experience would guide Atlas in the uncertain times ahead.
He decided to be efficient and began laying the groundwork to follow Leader Winterborne's instructions. He would soon receive more details about his upcoming mission, but for now, he would focus on establishing an adequate training regimen and implementing checkpoints in accordance with medical forecasts for the days to come. Uncertainty could be overwhelming, but Ironwood was determined to do everything in his power to protect Atlas and its people. He knew that, in times like these, a leader's true strength was tested.
Medical care in Atlas left no room for doubt; it was exceptional in every aspect. In the intensive care unit, an eerie calm pervaded the atmosphere. Dim lights cast elongated shadows over the intricate medical machines surrounding the two beds. At the center of the room, Miyu lay peacefully, her features barely hinting at the tension she had endured. By her side, in the adjacent bed, Shirou remained motionless, his face serene, making it seem as if both were in a deep shared slumber.
Officer James Ironwood, immaculate in his military uniform, stood by the beds, observing the unfamiliar young individuals with a gaze filled with concern. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the challenge that lay ahead. His fingers couldn't help but touch some of the items that had been given to them as a means of familiarization with the unknown youths. The objects still retained a slight residual warmth, a reminder of the battle they had fought.
Between the beds of the youths, a team of doctors and nurses, dressed in white gowns and sterilized gloves, worked with impressive synchronization. They moved with precision and care around the patients, performing their tasks with remarkable skill. Cardiac and respiratory monitors provided a continuous reading of vital signs, accompanied by the soft hum of Atlas' state-of-the-art medical machines. Nurses closely followed the doctors' orders, replacing intravenous tubes, adjusting calorie doses according to dietary needs, and administering medications to ensure proper recovery.
Officer James Ironwood approached the head physician, a gray-haired man with glasses, and began asking questions with his firm yet concerned voice. "Doctor, how are our patients?" His blue eyes fixed on the monitors and the surrounding holographic screens.
The doctor nodded, adjusting his glasses with seriousness. "So far, both of their conditions are stable, with all due respect, Officer Ironwood. This is an unprecedented situation in all my years of medical practice. There's no other way to put it; it's a true medical miracle."
"What do you mean, Doctor McGregor?"
"It's highly fascinating. The patients were stabilized, but the results of our subsequent examinations contradict any injuries or aftereffects. It's hard to believe they are the same individuals who arrived in critical condition due to massive blood loss. Thanks to immediate care, we managed to control the bleeding gradually. With all due respect, these young people are exceptional."
The concern in Ironwood's voice was palpable, "Could you be more specific, Doctor McGregor?"
"It's extremely surprising. I must add that during surgery and subsequent stabilization, both patients showed remarkable progress in their recovery. The analysis results are highly curious. Blood pressure sometimes shows fluctuations, but most of the time, it registers as normal. Their heart rates, however, have been consistently strong. It's as if they've been resurrected."
"How is this even possible?" James was genuinely astonished.
"It was a team effort from the entire medical staff. Emergency surgery was required, blood transfusions, medications to stop the bleeding... but everything was executed flawlessly. We assembled the best surgeons and interventionists in Atlas on orders from the higher-ups," Chief Surgeon Thomas McLinder praised the patients' spirit and resilience.
"I can't believe it. For a moment, I thought they wouldn't make it."
"It was as if someone was watching over them from above," another interventionist doctor added.
"This recovery is a medical mystery, without a doubt," murmured another member of the nursing team.
"Officer Ironwood, we're here to serve and protect, just like you on the battlefield. This is a testament to the power of medicine and the strength of the human spirit," Doctor McGregor stated proudly before making some more notes on the patients' files.
James couldn't help but feel respect for Doctor McGregor's ethics and medical expertise, but he could only nod as he watched the team continue with their respective tasks in the room.
"Officer Ironwood, we will continue to monitor the patients closely and conduct additional tests to gather more information on their recovery. Patient privacy is paramount, but we will share relevant results with you according to the protocols issued," assured the head surgeon.
James Ironwood looked at both young individuals with determination. "Doctor, I appreciate your care for the young ones; I hope to hear good news from your team on the next occasion. For now, I will withdraw to allow the patients to rest for a more complete recovery. I know they are in good hands!"
The head surgeon simply nodded before dismissing Ironwood, speaking with his team, and updating medical orders. Some nurses continued monitoring the devices, while the rest gathered more medical supplies and attended to minor details in the room, while the other physicians discussed the next treatment and follow-up plans.
In the heart of the intensive care unit, hope and uncertainty intertwined in the air. Ironwood left the medical pavilion while silently praying for the recovery of the mysterious youths, unaware that his fate might change at his next meeting. The shadow of a crucial choice loomed over him, a choice that could alter the course of events in Atlas and beyond.
Shirou found himself in a strange place, a kind of limbo where the boundary between reality and dreams could not be defined. Slowly, a faint celestial light shifted his perspective, illuminating his surroundings and dispelling the shadows that enveloped the invisible walls of this new and mysterious space. The sensation was disconcerting but not entirely unfamiliar; it was as if he were trapped in a corner of time and space where the rules of existence did not apply.
An enigmatic voice resonated in the air, seeming to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at once. The words, in incomprehensible languages, spread throughout the place, whispering a hidden message amid the enigma. Shirou strained to find the source.
"This tale ends in misery forever, the pages were torn, and there is no final chapter," the words echoed in his mind, full of mystery and challenge. "I had no choice; I did what I had to do. I made a sacrifice, but I forced an even greater one for you. You're not the only one who needed me; I thought you understood. You were the one I needed, and you left me, as I always feared you would. Would I change it if I could? No matter what I do, nothing will ever replace you."
Each word echoed in his mind like a riddle to be unraveled. Shirou didn't fully grasp their meaning, but he felt they were important.
Suddenly, a new, brilliant light flooded his vision, and the limbo vanished before his eyes. Shirou now found himself in an extraordinary place, a natural chamber filled with mystical wonders. Before him stood a majestic tree, its mere presence imposing. From the ground, its large and diversified roots extended to form a sturdy trunk that rose towards the sky like an ancient giant. The tree's branches reached out in all directions, creating a canopy of leaves in various colors that emitted a constantly changing glow.
He had never seen such an impressive sight before, and the entire environment of the place seemed to merge reality with fantasy in a unique way. The sounds of nature, the songs of invisible birds, and the gentle breeze caressing his skin gave him the feeling of being in a forgotten corner of reality.
Unaware, he found himself walking towards the tree. Despite the grandeur of the place, he felt no fear, only a strange connection with the mystical entity. It was as if a part of his being urged him to entrust his fate to this extraordinary being.
He picked up a fallen leaf from the ground, admiring its colors. "I feel ancientness flowing through every corner of this place, yet I'm not afraid," he murmured as he tucked the leaf into his clothes. "It's curious, but I can't help but sense the true magical nature of this place; it's as if it's somehow trying to connect with me," he added before continuing to walk towards the tree.
Soon, he found himself surrounded by an endless series of shelves filled with books. Some were worn by time, others looked new, and some had torn and tattered pages. But all the volumes varied in size, shape, and colors, from golden tones radiating ancient wisdom to vibrant hues of contemporary knowledge.
"This place is undoubtedly a paradise for Miyu," Shirou reflected as he examined the books with insatiable curiosity. Each one seemed to have a unique story to tell; some held truths yet to be revealed. His fingers slid among the various titles, and he finally chose one that struck him as unique.
Within its pages, a small white lily stood out, and he felt a strange connection to the flower. He decided to open the book and began to read. He became immersed in the reading, entering a trance-like state as words and images came to life before him. The book seemed like a literary treasure, and as he slowly turned the time-yellowed and worn pages, he found himself trapped in a world of dreams and fantasy.
However, before he could finish reading, everything around him began to glow with a blinding light. A strange energy flowed through him, filling him with wonder and revealing his purpose.
Shirou didn't know it at that moment, but he had just experienced his first encounter with the Tree of Ephemeral Dreams, and his destiny was about to change irreversibly.
Shirou, a ten-year-old boy, found himself immersed in a world that seemed torn from the pages of a fairy tale. His small feet traversed a cobbled street, illuminated by the faint, flickering lights of the street lamps that emitted a warm golden glow, as if they were oil lamps from a bygone era. As he walked down this cobblestone path, he made his way to a hidden corner nestled amidst a narrow alley, where ancient adobe houses were covered in blooming wisterias.
With every step he took, the vines formed a canopy of violet and lilac flowers that intertwined above his head, creating a natural roof that concealed the nighttime sky. The air was filled with an intoxicating fragrance, a blend of the sweet scents of flowers and spices wafting from the nearby kitchens of the houses.
In the distance, Shirou could hear the gentle murmur of a stream flowing beneath the cobblestone ground, as if nature itself wanted to remind of its presence amidst the city. The water gleamed with a magical glow, reflecting the stars on its surface like tiny sparkling gems.
All of this landscape felt strange and fascinating to him. It was as if he had crossed a threshold into a world of fantasy that he had only read about in books. The young boy couldn't help but be awed by the beauty and magic that surrounded him.
As he walked through this magical landscape, the sky gradually began to change. The dark nocturnal mantle receded to give way to a beautiful morning. The transition was smooth and natural, as if the world itself were weaving a new reality. Shirou suddenly found himself on a hill covered in vibrant-colored flowers that stretched as far as the eye could see.
On the horizon, a short and stout figure was silhouetted against the clear sky. As it drew nearer, Shirou could make out the features of a knight, clad in ancient armor and a helmet that concealed his face. A small cape fluttered in the wind, adding a touch of elegance to his presence. The knight firmly held a large lance in one hand and a small shield in the other, although the lack of a fantastical steed seemed to have no effect on his enigmatic figure.
Finally, the knight reached where Shirou stood and, with a solemn gesture, thrust his lance and shield into the ground. His eyes, hidden behind the helmet, gazed at the young boy with a mixture of curiosity and nobility that left Shirou speechless.
Shirou was now completely astonished. Until that moment, he hadn't questioned how he had arrived there or what it all meant, but he couldn't help but ask the vaguely familiar stranger with some caution, "Who are you?"
The mysterious knight inclined his head in a courteous gesture. "I am Don Quixote of La Mancha, a knight who has fought countless battles in search of adventures and justice."
If Shirou was surprised before, now he fell short. He couldn't believe it. His expression said it all. As incredible as it seemed, he was now face to face with Don Quixote of La Mancha, such a renowned character, the famous literary creation of Miguel de Cervantes. However, he was unaware that this version of the hidalgo came from another world, a world that Shirou could barely imagine.
Shirou couldn't help but admire the shining armor and the aura of bravery that surrounded Don Quixote. However, he was also curious to know how he had ended up there. "I apologize for my lack of courtesy, but I'm genuinely intrigued. Could you explain why the knight of Cervantes is here?"
Don Quixote, admiring the landscape for a few minutes, broke the silence with his deep and chivalrous voice. "Young one, oh, this is the cruel yet kind reality. I must confess to you that I have a new mission."
Shirou was amazed, but also puzzled. "Could you be kind enough to explain it to me, Sir Quixote?"
The knight smiled at Shirou's demeanor before picking up a white lily from the ground. "This noble itinerant knight will not bore you with his stories, but I am so delighted to finally meet you, Young Emiya Shirou."
"How do you know me? We've never been introduced!"
Don Quixote smiled mischievously. "You're right, young Emiya, but I do know you. The Tree of Ephemeral Dreams has allowed me to know the numerous battles and sacrifices you've faced so far in your short but brave life," but the old man's expression filled with sadness. "It's a pity you haven't found your own charming Dulcinea yet, but you've shared my vision as a kind and loyal knight with the only loved one you have."
"What are you talking about?" Shirou's expression changed completely. The initial doubts were overshadowed by unbridled anger. "It was my fault that Julius died! I abandoned my own ideals as an ally of justice! I'm the farthest thing from a hero! I'm the worst villain! I became the greatest traitor to humanity by not handing over Miyu! All because of my stupid sentimentality!"
Shirou Emiya's monologue exuded frustration and guilt. The tears that slowly welled up in his eyes revealed the deepest truth still consuming his soul. His defeated demeanor on the ground laid bare the aftermath and traumas of his recent past, his defeated look befitting a fallen hero.
"I understand your feelings," the old man sighed slowly. "You've also fought alone for a long time."
"Don't think you understand me!" Shirou responded fiercely as he lay on the ground.
"Of course, I understand you," Don Quixote affirmed. "I'm someone who usually doesn't listen to what others have to say. I'm too stubborn for my own good. But that doesn't change my commitment as a kind and loyal knight. I'll always be courteous to women, always protect the weak, and challenge the strong," he added vehemently.
"You've already heard my explanation! You'll never be able to understand me!"
Killing one to save many, that philosophy of your father may be inflexible and even too harsh, but as an elder, I understand the sentiment," Don Quixote said as he approached and ran a hand through Shirou's hair. "Have you so quickly forgotten the moments you shared with Miyu? Your little sister is also fighting in her own way."
"But... but..."
The hidalgo didn't allow him to finish before smiling. "Young Emiya, you made your own decision. You chose a path where, amidst misfortunes, setbacks, and even great sacrifices, you were aware that you could have become a reflection of your father, a Shirou who chose a different path, among so many possibilities."
"The original Miyu's family, they... they..."
"I know," Don Quixote confirmed. "The Sakatsuki family had records from the first generation of Miyu, the fate of 'God's children' who can grant any wish. But you were the one who granted that family's long-cherished wish."
"They just wanted their children to grow up in good health. They could have wished for wealth or prosperity, but they only wanted what any parent would have wished for their children. No one wished for anything else for over 400 years," Shirou clenched his fists. "If that's considered wrong, I won't hesitate to become the villain."
"For that very reason, I'm proud of you, Young Shirou Emiya," Don Quixote affirmed with peace in his voice, reaffirming Shirou's response.
"Do I still not understand, Sir Don Quixote?" the unexpected response from the knight left Shirou in a state of shock.
"You know, I used to be like you, my young Emiya," the old man said with a sigh, taking a seat next to the young one.
"In my story, I am a poor old man of just over 50 who became so immersed in chivalrous romances that I sold my lands. That was my beginning, what allowed me to open the doors to dreams, towards my madness, what gradually convinced me that I was a wandering knight. I embarked on the adventure accompanied by my skinny and aging horse Rocinante and my squire Sancho," Don Quixote continued, his voice drawing Shirou even further into his tale.
"I was a reckless knight daring to charge at windmills I thought were giants. I was even banned from entering farms for treating the farmer's daughters like princesses. I defeated Sansón Carrasco when the bachelor disguised himself as a knight to try to bring me back to reality," his narrative continued, full of emotion.
"I will always be grateful to that young man, who went so far that after recovering from his wounds, he disguised himself as another knight and finally defeated me. That made me promise to live a full year in peace in the village, unaware that what would truly close the curtain on my reality would be an almost fatal fever that would cure me of my madness."
Shirou interrupted Don Quixote. "I know about your story, but I don't understand what you mean by all this. What's the point you want to make?"
The knight smiled as he once again ruffled the boy's hair. "My young Emiya, you mustn't be so desperate," he said affectionately. "But I understand that your youth is a factor. You must remember that, after 6 days of complete suffering, this Quixote became Alonso Quijano again. It was the act of closing the curtains of reality that allowed me to retain my human virtue until my last breath."
Shirou fell silent, but this time with more patience, as confirmed by the elderly hidalgo.
"At this point, we both share a similar initial inspiration. We're both dreamer knights with a beautiful and fragile mission. In a way, we both want to restore justice and defend the weak, even though the reality around us doesn't match our ideals," Don Quixote continued, maintaining the pace of his narrative.
"And we both share the same final determination. We've faced impossible and dangerous challenges because, despite your initial inspiration changing, both of your desires to help others are still deeply ingrained in you."
Don Quixote's smile was eclipsed by the noonday sun, and Shirou plunged into memories of his first encounter with Kiritsugu, but also of the first meeting with Miyu, the afternoons playing at her house, the magic studies with his father, and the beautiful memories shared with his loved ones. He also remembered every time he had been grateful for helping others in the past.
"Fear not, my young Emiya, where there are challenges, there will always be heroes willing to face them. And you are still Miss Miyu Emiya's Hero."
Shirou, despite being lost in thought, responded with deep respect to the knight. "Sir Quixote, I appreciate your guidance and words of encouragement. But to be honest, I'm still assimilating our encounter. I want you to know that you are one of the people I admire for everything you've done for me."
Don Quixote couldn't help but laugh in a contagious manner. "There's nothing to thank me for, young one. But I must say it's a pleasure to see the new generations carry the words of the old in their hearts."
Shirou nodded with joy, but then his face turned serious, changing the conversation's atmosphere. "That's why this was only a part of why I was summoned here, isn't it?"
"It's good to know that the new generations also have some awareness. You're quite clever, my young Emiya," the old man confirmed. "This is a world beyond my understanding, but I'm lost as well. Was it some plan of some mysterious force responsible for our meeting?"
Don Quixote nodded solemnly. "You are absolutely right, young Emiya, but do not fear. The Great Tree is an ancient being that you couldn't fully comprehend at this moment, but it has offered you an opportunity, the opportunity to be accepted and live in a world that has long been forgotten."
Shirou was left speechless but managed to regain his composure even though his arms had grown weak. "I don't understand. What do you mean by opportunity? I know that both Miyu and I have ended up in an unknown world, but now everything seems so confusing to me."
"I can understand your confusion, young Shirou, but I want you to reflect on something," Quijote's calm voice offered some reassurance to Shirou, who nodded with some doubts.
"What is the last thing you remember?" the knight asked.
Shirou seemed surprised by the unexpected question, but then his expression slowly changed. "Both Miyu and I were fighting hordes of unknown dark creatures. We were on the verge of falling in battle, and I know it was my fault, but we both agreed to defend all the soldiers on that occasion. But after that, I only remember darkness, pain, and cold. Oh, dear... Miyu! Is she okay? Please, Sir Don Quixote, I need to know how my little sister is right now! I need to make sure she's safe."
"You must breathe and calm yourself, young one," the old man took immediate action and held the boy tightly in his arms. "I give you my word that Miss Miyu Emiya is stable and has taken her first step," he said as Shirou let out small sobs.
"I feel so lucky. Miyu... my little sister is safe. But I've been a bad brother, I haven't been able to protect her for real."
"You are mistaken in that, young one. She is making her own choices, and despite her young age, she is very mature and confident," Quijote said with admiration as he looked at Shirou in his arms. "Miss Miyu has emerged from her precarious situation, and even now, as we speak, she is doing everything she can to see you again."
"Sir, what do you mean by the precarious situation that Miyu went through? What does taking the first step mean?"
"Do you know? My good squire Sancho is better at giving explanations, but I'll do my best to be clear, young Shirou," the old man said, clearing his throat with a slight cough. "Both siblings are currently in the world of Remnant, which is the first of the many experiments of the 'Twin Gods.' Their existence is something special."
"The world of Remnant?" Shirou asked with some doubt. "Twin Gods?"
"That's right. It may sound incredible, but to be honest, I would never trust those egocentric fools to leave this world. Don't take my words too seriously," Quijote said with regret. "But not everything is bad news. Their original creator, the Great Tree, has been generous enough to store, since the disappearance of both siblings, in countless books, all kinds of creations that both siblings have made in its grand library."
"I'm trying to keep up, Sir Quijote, but it's too much information to absorb."
The old man nodded in agreement and then continued. "I know, but it's necessary to explain some important things to you. You must know that everything we're talking about is something you cannot share with anyone else, except Miss Miyu. Can you promise that, young Emiya?"
Shirou looked at the determined expression of the old man and nodded. "You can count on my word, Sir Don Quixote of La Mancha," Shirou promised.
Don Quixote went on, "You must know that this world has a unique blessing that no other world created by the Twin Gods possesses."
"A unique blessing?" Shirou asked.
"That's right, young one. This blessing is called the 'Cycle of Intertwined Ages.' As you can imagine, since the beginnings of Remnant, among its different eras, only a few very special and unique souls out of hundreds of individuals are intricately connected with different worlds. You could consider them as characters from different stories and literatures, but they are interwoven in an eternal cycle of reincarnation. They lose their memories of past lives, resulting in unexpected encounters and unique adventures in each cycle. Furthermore, this cycle evokes a sense of continuity and mystery in this magical phenomenon."
"Wait a minute," exclaimed Shirou, excited. "How is it possible for something like that to exist?"
"I have no answer to that question, but that is the truth of this world," Quijote replied.
Shirou took a few minutes to reflect on all this revelation before looking at Quijote, who had risen and retrieved his lance from the ground.
"As fantastic as this may sound, this can't be the whole story, can it?" Shirou asked.
Having captured Shirou's attention, Quijote only smiled wistfully. "As you can imagine, this blessing is not omnipotent and has its flaws, as you may have noticed when reading the different books in the library. That's why all of this is completely random, and at times, some stories never repeat themselves, as it all depends on the will of the Twin Gods, who abandoned their duties long ago. The Great Tree has taken certain liberties, but in the end, it always follows its own rules, unless..."
"Unless what?" Shirou asked.
"Unless there is a new anomaly that is unrelated to the creation of the Twin Gods," the old man clarified, leaving Shirou amazed. "You and your sister, the Emiya siblings, have something unique and special that has been lost in Remnant: hope. That's why you've been given this unique opportunity in your lives."
"Hope," Shirou murmured, still confused. "But... I still don't understand what you mean."
"I apologize," Quijote replied with some sadness. "But we will leave the details for another time. You must understand that every story has its ending. In this case, it is the beginning of yours in Remnant, young Shirou. You can make a difference in this endless cycle."
"But I'm just a child, I don't know what I should do," Shirou said as he lowered his gaze and saw his reflection in Quijote's shield.
"That's where you're mistaken, Shirou," Quijote responded firmly. "My story as Quijote in Remnant may have been a unique event, something that might never have happened again in Remnant. But you have reopened the door of dreams, allowing the legacy of these old bones to help people one last time."
"What do you mean by that?" Shirou asked, feeling moved by the old man's words.
"I will be frank with you, young Shirou Emiya. As we speak, your real body, your physical form, is on the brink of death. This is because, despite holding the hope of your world, you also carry all the evil that destroyed your world."
"Am I dying?" exclaimed Shirou in denial before falling to his knees.
"That is the main reason why the world of Remnant is trying to reject you. It is slowly erasing your body. Our meeting is an emergency measure provided by the Great Tree, which has allowed the purest form of your soul to remain intact. However, this has also brought with it some small problems."
"But... I still don't understand. If I'm dying, why has the Great Tree made such an effort to keep both me and Miyu alive?" Shirou asked with incredulity in his eyes.
"As I mentioned earlier, both siblings are special. That's why you were allowed to choose one from among all the books in the Endless Library, one that meets all possible requirements that will allow both of us to perform a miracle never before seen since the very creation of the world of Remnant," Quijote explained.
"Do you mean that you and I...?" Shirou began, astonishment in his eyes.
"That's right, young Emiya. Your physical body, eroded by the primordial curse of your world, is being forcefully rejected by the inherent force of the world of Remnant since you are an outsider in this world. And to make matters worse, the blessing provided by that braggart Archer Emiya accelerated this process," Quijote said with knowledge.
Shirou asked with some doubt, "So, you have knowledge about Archer Emiya?"
"Of course," Quijote affirmed. "The Master has always been grateful to that bastard since his adventure in ancient Rome. I can be sure he has never disappointed me. Although the end of my story in Traum was abrupt, I was able to preserve my virtue until the end, fighting alongside Sancho to my last breath. I've always wanted to apologize to the Master of Chaldea, but I believe that will be impossible for me now."
"Wait a moment, I don't understand anything of what you just said," Shirou admitted, trying to make logical sense of the avalanche of information he was receiving.
"There's no need to try," the old man sighed nostalgically. "These old bones are tough to chew. What you must know is that the strength of a Servant is no game in any known world. There will always be certain problems one way or another. Remnant's negative reaction is just one of the many simpler solutions in the world to correct the mistake, but it is also possible to assimilate the native strength of the world and be accepted."
"Is that where you come in, Don Quijote de la Mancha?" Shirou asked.
"That's right, young Shirou. I will help you fully assimilate the power of Archer Emiya into your body! You may be doubting the possibility of all this, but it's because of the essence of your being, your own worth, that makes our relationship share so many similar points and that we are so alike."
"Could something like that really be possible?" Shirou questioned, incredulous.
"Our synchronization will be something special, as we both share a unique way of life, centering our ideals on the pursuit of truth and justice," the old man asserted. He looked at the doubts on Shirou's face but then took his lance and handed it to Shirou. "It may take an indefinite amount of time, even years or decades, but I will make the attempt. Despite the difference in classes, this Servant Lancer will fulfill his duty without fail. You will slowly feel my efforts to assist you."
Shirou felt the weight of the weapon and looked at the smile on the knight's face. "I feel like you're not being completely honest with me, Sir Quijote," he commented cautiously.
"Despite your young age, I can sense that bravery burning strongly within you, young Shirou," Quijote responded. Then, looking up at the sky, his expression hidden from Shirou's view. "You're right, this is my way of closing my own curtain of reality, an appropriate way to bid my farewell, not without giving you my own gift that will allow you to be accepted by the world of Remnant, a semblance that will enable you to activate your own aura. Perhaps along the way, you can change the story of this knight of the sad figure."
"Semblance? Aura?" Shirou asked, feeling a lump in his throat as he sensed the emotions of the elderly knight.
"Oh, you're right; it's due to my old age that I tend to forget some important things. Allow me to rectify my mistake, young Shirou," Quijote said as he raised a hand. He began emitting a golden light that traveled through his entire body, astonishing Shirou. "This, my young Shirou, is called Aura. It's a manifestation of my soul, and all living creatures in Remnant possess it. But what sets us apart from others is the ability to amplify and control aura, primarily using it as a defense mechanism, as you can see."
"That golden glow makes you look more powerful than you were," Shirou commented excitedly.
"Thank you for the compliment, young Shirou, but that's not all," Quijote continued. "It will protect you from what would normally be a fatal blow, but it doesn't make you invincible." Then, the old man lifted his shield and struck it forcefully against his bare hand. The shield's light dimmed slightly but remained firm. "The effectiveness of this defense depends on the damage you receive until you deplete your aura. At that point, you can only rely on your determination, Shirou."
Quijote gently tossed the shield to Shirou, who managed to catch it with some difficulty.
"Fortunately, in case of a complicated fight, you can rely on your aura in a different way," Quijote continued. "Allow me to introduce you to my Semblance." He exclaimed proudly as he took an attacking stance in front of a nearby windmill. "To put it in simpler terms, it's a more concrete projection of my soul, driven by my fervent delusion and my desire to protect the weak and fight for justice."
Don Quijote took a deep breath and stomped hard, creating a deep hole in the ground. Then, he charged uncontrollably towards the nearby windmill. The result left Shirou speechless, as the area damage from that attack was impressive. The windmill was completely demolished, and the surrounding terrain was reshaped. Don Quijote emerged unscathed from the debris, with a smile on his face.
"Allow me to present my Noble Phantasm," said the elderly knight. "You can imagine the power behind Semblances; they are always associated with their bearer and are, therefore, completely unique. With enough training and focus, you can master it perfectly and even turn it into something much more..."
"I'm still getting used to all this information, but I really feel dizzy right now," Shirou admitted as he tightly gripped the shield. He couldn't take his eyes off Don Quijote. "I'm amazed by all these unexpected events. But I can understand the main reason why you're helping me so much, Sir Quijote."
The elderly knight smiled and nodded at Shirou's words, allowing him to continue.
"To be completely honest, Sir, could it be that we're here to fulfill some noble mission, or is the real reason that you want to embark on a new adventure?" Shirou asked, looking up at the sky with a sense of heaviness. "Is there some great evil we must face?"
The conflicted look on the elderly knight's face was complicated, but Shirou tried to continue with his questions. However, Quijote immediately cut him off.
"We are running out of time right now, Shirou. You must make a decision now, but I must remind you that this is a choice that will completely affect your fate and that of Miss Miyu."
"Don Quijote de la Mancha, until a few hours ago, I always believed you were a fictional character. But right now..." Shirou took a deep breath as he placed the shield on his small arm, "I can feel a very real connection with you. Your role as a Servant is commendable and admirable, and your spirit and bravery are undeniable."
The nobleman felt praised by Shirou's words, so he completely removed his helmet.
"But I need to know if this new crusade I've decided to embark on will bring happiness to Miyu. If I accept this mission, will I be able to find the answers I've been searching for in my previous life? Can I still count on you to be by my side?"
The elderly knight smiled without hesitation. "It's possible, Shirou. Throughout my life as a wandering knight, I faced giants, dragons, and evils of all kinds. This is a new story, our story. Therefore, I'm willing to face them by your side."
Shirou, carrying the shield, and Don Quijote, with the lance in hand, shook hands, looking at each other with friendship and trust in their eyes.
Don Quijote's determination inspired Shirou, who, despite his young age, felt supported by a figure he could fully trust. He was aware that this decision would lead them to face unknown obstacles in this new world, but together, they had decided to embark on a path to an uncertain future, ready to face the wonders and mysteries that would arise from the unexpected union between a former aspiring hero and a true legendary hero, determined to write a new chapter in the history of Remnant.
Hello again, here KaleidoMirror bids farewell after presenting Chapter 3, "Under the Iron Aegis." I hope you've enjoyed it.
Now, let's move on to the comments and support section. Thank you very much; you make the updates come faster.
Kiyoponical, hello, my friend. I appreciate your comment very much. It helps a lot to know what you think and encourages me to release chapters sooner. To be honest, I'm a big fan of Parcasius. I must admit that English is not my first language, so I have certain errors. I'm trying to improve, and your review encouraged me a lot on this occasion. Thank you, friend.
581, I appreciate your comment. It was then that I realized I hadn't updated the draft correctly until I reviewed it thoroughly. It was a bit tricky, but as you mentioned, I didn't consider that Miyu would call Shirou "Onii-chan." At that moment, it seemed a bit out of place in the context. You're right, and it was a draft, so when I write, I put down my initial ideas in a straightforward way and change them later. I don't have a Beta, so I do what I can, my friend.
spartenpride11, your comment helped me a lot. Thank you very much.
rightmostsilver, thanks for pointing out that error. As I mentioned before, it was a draft, and I hadn't noticed the mistake. Greetings.
drubengene, hello, my friend, thanks for your comment. It encouraged me to upload this update quickly. The problem is that I divided the text and lost two chapters, which would be this new update and Chapter 4, respectively. I only managed to recover some fragments, but I do what I can. It all depends on how busy I am this week to have the final draft.
Runs defenseless Anus, I appreciate your comment. You're right, and I'll moderate that part better. I like to add certain details, but I'll do it more moderately.
ivan1305as, the use of AI has crossed my mind these days. I used the image creator, which was fun and inspiring for the results obtained.
keybladelight, you're very observant. This FanFic takes place 8 years before the main timeline, so I have some margin to make some changes. I don't want my work to be unoriginal by following the timeline exactly. I want to use my own ideas but respect the original work. The RWBY universe is vast, and the possibilities are endless.
Luos27, hello, my friend. I greatly appreciate your comment. I've followed your stories, and I've loved your way of narrating. If I could ever be like you at some point, I'd be very happy. But I understand your point. My FanFic starts 8 years before the main timeline, so I have certain margins to use certain plot holes to my advantage. However, I don't want to make my work something so unoriginal by following the timeline to the letter. I feel that the universe presented in RWBY is vast, and the possibilities are endless. My intention is to show the evolution of the characters and explore their personalities in depth. This includes Shirou, who is a character I want to be human and with whom readers can understand some of his decisions.
Guest, thanks for your comment. I love superheroes, and without realizing it, the text took that direction without the proper precautions. My apologies.
For now, we conclude this chapter, and before saying goodbye, I want to share my own reflections on it. I understand that some of you may feel that the plot moves slowly at times and too quickly at others. This is my mistake since English is not my native language, but I will do my best to express myself properly.
In addition to being a writer, I am an avid reader. Sometimes, I enjoy reading my own FanFics to find inspiration and new ideas. I like to describe the scenarios in which each chapter unfolds so that readers can immerse themselves in them and reflect on how they compare to the RWBY and Fate universes. Although these genres are different, their similarities led me to create this story. I know there are more surprises to come, but these first chapters serve to establish the boundaries and rules that will guide the plot.
I understand that some may think that Shirou and Miyu are presented as "saviors," but in reality, they are just two children, 10 and 6 years old, respectively. There are more than 8 years left to reach the beginning of the main RWBY story, so I ask for patience. My goal is to follow a unique plot that doesn't stray too far from the canon, where the actions of the siblings trigger logical reactions within the world of Remnant. I appreciate and accept all comments and opinions; I will always take them into account.
In summary, I hope you have enjoyed this new update. Until the next chapter!