Dear Readers!
I was trying to write more content for Code Fate Geass when I found an interesting idea. Why if the Progenitor of Britannia (like their freaking Capital is called Pendragon, Knights of the Round and etc, Arthurian legacy is everywhere!) would react if the King of Knights was to return to the modern era, aka Code Geass timeline. It would sound more interesting then Shirou Emiya in my opinion so I came up with this story.
Hope you enjoy it!
PS: Please consider Code Fate Geass dead and this as its replacement.
ShirouKuroEmiya
Prologue
I coughed in pain. It hurt everywhere. Everything from my organs to my bones and flesh.
I cursed. It was a miracle I was still alive, but what was the point? My body had been torn to shreds by bullets ranging from pistol to rifle calibre rounds. Maybe it was possible for me to survive my injuries if I was taken immediately to a hospital, but I doubt that was ever going to happen. Not after I was targeted by Clovis's Royal Guard in attempt to cover up whatever Clovis's dark secrets I might have accidently discovered.
The pain started to fade, and I would have welcomed it if it wasn't for the cold that was spreading throughout by body. Instinctively, I knew that death was coming.
Tears started to form.
I couldn't die! There were so many things I still had to do. I still needed to get revenge for the death of my mother and how my life had been ruined!
Yet, none of those things mattered as much as Nunnally!
If I died, who was going to look after my younger, disabled sister? Sure my friends would care. Milly would care the most, but would she do so if there was a situation that made Milly choose between her family, the Ashfords, and Nunnally? Milly would no doubt throw Nunnally to the way side.
Forgetting about the extreme example, would my friends care about Nunnally forever? They might help Nunnally for a while, quiet possibly for years, when they heard the news about my death, but they wouldn't after their memories of me faded away?
Never, no way! Not when they are their own acquaintances, friends and family there was still alive that mattered to them compared to a dead friend that they had forgotten or had fading memories of.
"Do you want to live?" asked a voice that snapped me out of my musing.
I struggled to turn my head, and I saw the speaker was the woman that had been trapped inside the container that I had opened up. For a moment, I wanted to curse at the woman. My approaching death was because of her, but I didn't voice those sentiments. I wanted to live, not just for my own selfish desire, but also for Nunually's sake!
"Do you want to live?" repeated the woman as if I hadn't heard.
"Of course, I want to live!" I snapped.
"Then with the power of kings-"
"Don't try stealing my reincarnated self from me, Code Bearer." shouted another woman that had appeared out of nowhere.
I couldn't help but stare at the newcomer. She was a very beautiful woman, and I didn't doubt for a second that not just men, but many women also, would have fallen in love with her tall, vulturous body. Her appearance wasn't the most attractive aspect about her. There was something, supernatural about her. It was like she was a goddess that had stepped onto the mortal world.
"You! How?!" shouted the lime-haired woman wearing a straightjacket, while pointing at the newcomer. "Your kind shouldn't exist anymore, at least not outside the Reverse Side-"
"I have little time and I will not waste it upon you," said the goddess-like woman as she brushed off the straightjacket wearing woman. "I didn't expect that you would brush with death so soon, Luna vi Britannia-"
"How do you know my name?!" I coughed out in disbelief.
"All the answers will come to you eventually, my reincarnated self," said the goddess and before I could response, my eyes popped up when she turned into a light and seemed to step into my body. "I hope you live up to the fame that many of our counterparts possess and never bring dishonour to our name."
The shock of seeing someone turn into light and seemingly step inside me. Another development caught my attention. The cold that had been spreading throughout my body started to disappear as I felt the warmth of life return. I thought for a moment, I had made mistake, but that quickly changed when before my very eyes my wounds started to disappear.
"Why would a Divine Spirit choo-"
The straightjacket wearing woman's words turned to incoherent noise as the air was filled with gunshots.
My vision started to fade as I saw the woman being shot then only darkness.
- O -
"Argh!" I screamed while clutching my head.
If I had thought the pain of being riddled with bullets was the worst thing to happen to me then I had been wrong! The pain that now was running a mock put being shot to shame. It was the combination of the worst headache possible and someone trying to break my skull open from every direction.
Yet, the pain was the last thing I cared about.
The information going through my mind shocked me to the core! It turned everything I had learned on its head. I didn't question the information searing itself into my mind, instead I started to question what I had learned as Luna vi Britannia. Someone else might have reacted the opposite from me, but how could I question the memories of centuries, or thousands of years, of accumulated life experience and knowledge. My memories of seventeen years just paled in comparison like an ant trying to defeat an elephant.
I could only accept it! Least I wanted to have my brain fried.
"Lieutenant, the girl is still alive!"
I turned to see it was the speaker found it belonged to one of Clovis' Royal Guards that had riddled my body with bullets earlier.
Several other soldiers that were not preoccupied with subduing the woman, called Code Bearer by the goddess, turned their weapons on me to finish the job that they had failed earlier.
A laughter escaped my lips. The headache was still there, but I found it became less unbearable. I found the necessary knowledge that I was looking for enter my mind, and I smiled as unfamiliar(?) pain erupted inside my body.
It felt like hot lead was being poured into my body, through my blood vessels and nerves. The worst of the pain was where my heart.
Yet the pain was the last I worried. In fact, I welcomed it as was similar to putting unused muscles into a work out routine that I hadn't done for a long time.
An energy that was not known mortal science, and could be dismissed as fictional, formed inside my body for the first time in my life(?). Strength that I had never felt before(?) welled inside me, and I felt like nothing in the world could stop me.
"Where did she go?!"
"Shoot! Shoot she is there!"
"Samuel!"
"Medic! We need a medic here!"
"How is this possible?"
"Keep shooting, don't stop shooting!"
"She can't take us all!"
"Reload! Quickly or we are dead meat!"
"Someone, take out a shotgun!"
"Forget the shotgun, take out your grenades!"
"Switch to high-explosive rounds!"
"Where is our armored support?! We need it right now!"
The screams of Clovis' Royal Guard and gunshots continued for several minutes before there was only silence, corpses and military equipment surrounded me.
I stared into the spear in my hands with mixed feelings of shock and familiarity. The reflection I saw revealed a girl that looked remarkably familiar with the goddess that had disappeared, stepping into my body. Part of me felt like I was regaining something that I had lost long ago.
No, why am I describing myself in third person? That goddess had been me, just a larger sum compared to the exiled princess Luna vi Britannia.
"I'm back, Britannia!" I chuckled while swinging my Divine Construct, Rhongomyniad, around to get rid of the blood, flesh and bone fragments sticking to it. "You better prepare yourself for I, Arturia Pendragon, will not allow the legacy I left behind be tainted any longer by a disgusting idealogue and culture that freely supports discrimination and slavery!"
What do you guys think about what you read? Is it good, bad or meh? Any recommendations to improve? Please let me know.
Thank you for reading!
