[Disclaimer: Fate/Stay Night and related works in this story belong to TYPE-MOON]
[This chapter has been reviewed by Grammarly, inhumane dialogues are expected.]
[Prologue: How It All Begun]
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The boy stumbled through the ruined city, his heart heavy with despair. Everywhere he looked, there was nothing but destruction and chaos. The once-bustling streets were now empty and barren, and the only sounds were the distant cries of those in agony. The oppressive heat was suffocating, making it hard for him to breathe. The smoke stung his eyes and made him cough, and with each step, his body grew weaker.
He wanted to cry out in despair, but he knew that it would do no good. There was no one left to hear him, no one left to offer comfort or hope. The world around him was a wasteland, a barren and lifeless place. The boy felt like he was the last person left alive, and he didn't know if he could continue.
"I don't want to die." A voice whispered in his head.
He didn't know how to answer. Part of him wanted to keep fighting against the despair and find a way to survive. But another part of him wanted to give up, to let the relentless heat and destruction take him. The boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to find the strength to keep going.
But it was too much. The heat was too intense, the destruction too overwhelming. The boy stumbled and fell to his knees, gasping for breath. His vision grew blurry, and he felt his consciousness slipping away. At that moment, he knew that he was truly alone and that there was nothing left for him in this world.
Even though he had shut his eyes to avoid the hopelessness, the darkness behind his eyelids began to glow. The heat that had consumed him just moments ago vanished, leaving a bone-chilling aura that seemed to emanate from the very fabric of existence.
The boy was overcome by a mysterious touch that left him horrified in space as if reality itself was shifting and extending toward him from a realm beyond the crumbling city and his own harrowing circumstances.
"I don't want to die," he whispered again, his voice cast into the void.
The void did not answer. A chilly yet oddly comforting energy emanated from the vision, seeping into Shirou's very core and easing away the pain, fear, and despair. But the void consumed him, and he succumbed to darkness once more.
The boy lay lifeless among the ruined city buildings when a black-haired man stumbled upon him. In a panic, the man hurried to seek help, clutching the boy tightly.
When he finally woke up, he found himself in a sterile hospital room, with machines beeping rhythmically around him, tracking the beat of his new life. Confusion filled his mind as he tried to make sense of the contrast between the devastation of the fire in his memories and the calmness of the hospital room.
His body felt different—renewed as if it had been rebuilt by some mysterious force. He couldn't grasp onto clear memories of the vision. Still, he felt a lingering sense of having made a desperate pact, silently promising himself strength and purpose.
As he lay there, a familiar face entered the room. Their eyes met, filled with unspoken questions.
"Hello, You must be Shirou-kun. I found you in the fire." The man said, his voice holding a mix of happiness and concern at the same time.
"My name is Kiritsugu Emiya," Kiritsugu began, looking at the boy, now identified as Shirou kindly. "I found you in the fire."
Kiritsugu looked at him with a warm smile. "Alright, Shirou, I have to ask which would you prefer, being sent to an orphanage or being taken in by me, a man you've just met?"
Shirou thought, then shook his head and pointed his index finger at Kiritsugu.
"You," Shirou muttered. "I want to go with you."
Kiritsugu smiled and replied, "I'm glad. Then, let's get you dressed right away. You should get acclimated to your new home as soon as possible."
"Oh, I forgot to mention something important. There's something extremely important that I have to tell you, ready?" Shirou nodded,
"I'm a magus. Keep this a secret between us, okay?"
[Time Skip: 3 years into the future]
[Location: Emiya Household]
[Date: 14 May 1998]
[Time: 9:00 PM]
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"Kiritsugu. You're falling asleep outside again," Shirou's voice woke Kiritsugu up from his daze. Kiritsugu replied, "Sorry, Shirou. I guess it's a habit now."
"Anyways, what are you going to teach me today?" asked Shirou. He was excited to start doing something else other than Reinforcement. Reinforcement is the most difficult Magecraft with the purpose of pushing a basis to the utmost limit. It is the foundation of all Magecraft that enhances the existence of the target by pouring magical energy. That was why Shirou spent so much time figuring out how to cast it.
A/N: Straight up from TYPE-MOON Wiki, hehe.
"Today, you're going to learn Projection, Shirou," Kiritsugu continued, "Projection, also known as Gradation Air, is a magecraft that replicates an object or weapon, essentially creating a temporary copy of it through magical means. To project something is rather simple, to shape Magical Energy into the material composition and design of an object that is being imagined by the magus." he paused, "So what do you think, Shirou?"
"Well, if it's not complex, then I can do it," replied Shirou.
"If you say so, choose a book, then project it. I expect the result when we have lessons again."
Kiritsugu sighed as he watched Shirou sitting in the shed, trying his hardest to project the book.
'He's at it again, huh? I taught him just to satisfy his curiosity, not fuel his thirst to learn... I suppose it is time to teach him properly.' Kiritsugu sighed again,
"What's wrong, old man?" Shirou asked, worried.
"Nothing, Shirou. It's nothing. I was just thinking about how to teach you properly,"
"Okay... wait, what do you mean by teaching me properly!?" The boy was confused. 'What did he mean by that?'
"The truth is.. I've never been teaching you rightly because I refuse to lose another person I care about. I've lost my childhood crush, my surrogate mother, my wife, and my daughter. I hope you can forgive me, Shirou."
"It's okay, old man. Look, I haven't suffered any injuries or anything like that." Shirou replied.
"But still..." Shirou shook his head.
"Alright, but we're going to review everything all over again, okay?" Kiritsugu asked.
Shirou nodded. "Alright then, I will practice Projection more before bed."
"Okay,"
[Location: Emiya Household]
[Date: 15 May 1998]
[Time: 6:30 AM]
"Dad, Dad, wake up, wake up! Fuji-nee's already here. I need someone to keep her from the kitchen," yelled Shirou while trying to wake Kiritsugu up.
"Alright, alright, no need to be so loud in the morning, Shirou."
The boy stared at him, "But Dad, you know how she is,"
"Okay, I'll be out in a few minutes. You can continue cooking." Kiritsugu told him, and Shirou then walked away.
"Oh, and don't forget, today is your first day at your new school," Shirou stopped and turned back to face him.
"Eh, I can't believe I forgot that... Anyway, thanks, old man." The red-white haired turned his back, walking toward the kitchen to finish his cooking.
"Oh, one last thing, I'm going to Europe for a while, so Taiga is going to babysit you while I'm away, okay? Make sure you finished what I told you last night."
"Yeah, I will, I will," Shirou replied.
[Location: School]
[Date: 15 May 1998]
[Time: 7:30 AM]
Homurahara Academy stood in the heart of Fuyuki City. Its red-brick main building, adorned with intricate carvings and ornate balconies, stands proudly amidst sprawling gardens and ancient cherry blossom trees. Students, clad in pristine uniforms, bustled along cobblestone pathways, their laughter echoing through the corridors as they walked toward the school.
Shirou stood at the entrance, admiring the beauty of the school. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, entering the foyer. Soft murmurs of students engaged in animated conversations, their voices blending harmoniously in the hallway.
"Hey, Emiya!" Someone called him. Shirou turned at the sound of his name, spotting Shinjji among the bustling crowd of students. A warm smile spread across his face as he greeted his old friend.
"Yeah? Oh, hey, Shinji, it's been ages. How are you doing these days?"
Shinji chuckled, running his hair, "Good, good. How about you, Emiya? Anything keeping you occupied?"
Shirou shrugged, "Not much, just trying to stay on top of my studies and help out at the local community center whenever I can."
"As always, huh? Anyway, Emiya, what are you doing here? Aren't you in a different school?" Issei asked, curious.
Shirou scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Well, actually, I'm a new student here. Just transferred in today. I guess fate has a funny way of bringing old friends back together."
"No kidding, how about I show you around? Come on, it will be fun." Shinji offered. Shirou said with an apologetic smile, "How about we catch up at lunch instead? I'm still getting my bearings around here, and it would be great to have someone show me the ropes."
"Whatever, see you at the front of class 2A, alright?"
"Sounds like a plan," Shirou replied.
Shirou walked through the corridors of Homurahara Academy, his eyes scanning, trying to find class 2B. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he opened the door and walked in.
As Shirou entered the classroom, a teacher, a homeroom teacher to be exact, noticed him immediately, "Oh, hey, you're the new transfer student, right?" She turned around and told the class, "Hey, class, we got a student joining us today; please give him a welcome." The teacher returned to Shirou, "Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?"
Drawing a deep breath, the amber-silver-eyed boy walked forward and opened his mouth, "Hello, everyone. My name is Emiya Shirou, and I'm excited to be a part of class 2B. I look forward to getting to know all of you."
"Alright, Emiya-kun," the teacher eyed Shirou, "please sit next to Tohsaka."
As he made his way toward his designated desk, he caught whispers. One voice near him exclaimed, "Oh my god, he's so cute!" followed by "...I wonder if he has a girlfriend yet..." and another and another. Shirou's cheeks flushed slightly at the unexpected attention, though he could not help but feel a little amused by the chatter around him.
[At Night]
As Shirou fervently practiced his Magecraft, his determination burning bright, his mind wandered to a rather amusing thought. 'Today, I talked to Takahashi-san about portals in anime. It won't hurt if I tried projecting it, right?'
He couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of incorporating something as fantastical as anime portals into his training. However, underneath his playful demeanor, he was curious even if Kiritsugu told him the idea of performing True Magic was impossible. After all, wasn't Magecraft about exploring the bounds of possibility and imagination? With a wry smile curling his lips, Shirou resolved to entertain his whims, curious to discern the outcome of his experimentation.
'Alright, let's do this. Trace, on!'
With the precise point, he gathered his magical energy and channeled his energy into creating a portal. His brow furrowed in concentration as he visualized the concept of portals.
To his surprise, the results he got were... shocking. A rainbow-colored portal appeared. He couldn't help but stare in wonder, his mind reeling with disbelief at the sight before him.
Author's Notes
Prologue done! This is a rewrite of 'Eclipsed Night'. The idea of this story derives from a fanfiction called "The Crimson Prince of Reincarnation" by 'Reality Hacker.' It is a very interesting story, with him as Brunestud the Crimson Moon himself. It's too bad the sequel has yet to be published since. The next chapter will explain a little more about his powers. Don't worry, I won't make him that OP.
P/S: Criticisms are welcomed and appreciated. If you like this story, please follow and favorite. I am also in need of beta readers. PM me if you are interested.
Signed,
Writer-kun