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Fate: Radiant Stars.
[ Ritual of Coronation: Diversion of Timeline.]
[I]
Promised King from Everdistant of Utopia
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500 AD - Britsh Isles
Cornwalls
"Haa!" Steel tore through rough flesh, inhumane cry resounded. Inhumane species of monsters all around.
A squadron of knights held the bay, standing before a wall that seemed to barely held on, cracks and tears in places, scratches and claw marks across them. Yet, it remained resolute, the wall was built to protect it would remain it's until it can.
Monsters, Phantasmal Species of lowest ranking they maybe, but against humane knights they were most dangerous especially in the great numbers they arrived. Yet, they were knights born admist the dark age of the Tyrant White Dragon's reign.
These were the phantasmal forces of White Dragon who wishes to invade their city. Rushing forth like a great tide seeking to devour the fleshes of men.
The knights dare not fall, behind them were their birthplace, the land that bore them. The moment they fell, the mad beasts will trample upon their corpse and then plunder their family and the birth land.
The will of knights are strong, the spirit of men held firm yet the flesh remains weak. Against the horde of beast of phantasm the strength men crumbles.
Then came wyverns, the crushing force of White Dragon's army magical beast army, with a Drake leading the horde of lesser drakes.
The knights who once resists was now crumbling, fatigue baring fangs upon them, the light leaving their eyes, as the phantasmic lizards crushes their spirit.
The knights thst guard the walls was faltering in their steps, despair was now dragging their will.
Wosh!
Whistles of steel cutting the wind made a hope lit upon their hearts. Hundreds of shining red stars of steel rained on them.
Beasts of dread once baring fang froze. Not even an ounce of understanding dawning before the flare of life upon their eyes ended.
The horde that harrased the knights that guarded the wall pinned downed by the blades.
Monsters shivered as the rain of crimson steel continued. The once mad beast shuddering as the steel impaled them held their fears materializing the concept they feared the most.
Anti-Monster. They knew what it was. Every single of these blades were once sunken in the blood of beast greated than them, stronger than them, vicious than them, it was a predator of monsters..yet it fell to this blade.
—and so do they.
Crimson stained the battlefield, the flesh and innards of monsters spewn across the rocky plains, the land they wished to ravage bore their graves.
The wyverns growled and the Drakes roared in anger. They had seen the lesser beastkin fall dead by those rain of crimson steel of their arch nemesis. Even a few among the wyverns either fell out of the air dead or was pierced by the Antithesis of Monsters.
The Drakes and wyvern flew over, to vreach the wall and tear apart the one who dared to kill their nestins.
—Only to find them shot down. Steel grated their wings, ripping their scales like butter through hot knife. Wyverns squeaked their final end. Drakes fell from the sky, they were injured, their wings torn and they fell onto the land, yet fury burned as they spewed flames.
The breath of dragons were to be feared, even if they were lesser of the dragon kind they were also the ones that had descended from the proud dragons.
The knights had moved out of the way as they scurried off the path of the enraged Drake, shouting and pushing as breath of pure mana burnt the path.
The walls shook as the Drake hit them, the iron and rock began falling off place, the claws dragged across the brittle walls as they groaned under the abuse.
Growling and roaring it unleashed the breathe of mana, melting the rocks and iron of the foundation of the wall that held on.
BOOM!
The maw of the drake shut as pain assaulted it's form. It groaned and whined pitifully as a force akin to landslide crushed upon it's head.
It's crimson eyes blurred as the image wad blurry and unfocused. However it's scarce intelligent contributed to it's cause wnd identified the figure assaulted it.
A tall figure clad in armour from head to toe, a silver metal armour, a helm akin to lion, a brilliant white cape, a strange white spiral lance in his hands. Next to the figure, was a fat man with blonde hair and blue eyes, and little girl with silver hair and crimson eyes.
Primate. It understood, was the force that crushed upon it.
Anger rose as it confirmed the source only to shut them. It was a Drake, even if not a Dragon, it's blood held distant relation.
Dragons held the ability to see the fate of others, it used it to find it's mates. However, it went further beyond that, it was the understanding of the conscious world. Born of Mother Earth, Dragons as the highest among the Planet's Phantasms held their own unique powers born from their innate core.
And as then has understanding of the nature and the Planet, by extension.
Even as a lesser dragon, it had a form of insight, it saw it. This—
—This was no mere Primate!
Radiance of the anchor at the distant end bled from it. The Anchor of Stars! It realizes.
Fear made itself known. The spiral white lance bloomed with white of ether.
Crimson eyes snap open trying to flee only for it's eye to see it. The ether hummed and the mana shivered. The breath of the stars burned as the reality began to stitch themselves.
Tower of Radiance bore it's judgment as the Drake was burned away by the light of Ether Cannon.
Drake was exterminated, the blast of light burned away the entire terrain along with horde of monsters. The massacre bled fear onto the rest as they retreated.
"T-The b-beast w-waves i-i-it's r-retreating!" the wounded knight bleeding from the head said as joy and relief bloomed over his face.
The army of knights felt the relief and joy themselves. Their hearts were calmed as they stared at the stoic figure holding the sacred lance next to the Duke of Cornwall and the silver haired child. A sense of adoration and reverence was placed upon the hearts.
"T-The d-duke, t-the d-duke has summoned the Radiant King from Avalon!" one of the mages that rushed from the gates of the Cornwall announced with a great joy.
"T-The R-Radiant K-King of Avalon.." The knights were startled as they murmured with disbelief and a sense of awe.
"H-Hail the Radiant King!" a knight shouted with a smile of adoration. Then the chain of hymn broke off, the knights rose their fist upon the air and shouted it out.
"Hail the Radiant King!"
"Hail the Radiant King!"
"Hail the Radiant King!"
Under the chorus of the knight's adoration, the stoic and knightly figure turned away onto the path of the invaders of the lands.
However, by his side the silver hair child with red eyes smiled mischievously while the blonde man stared with barely hidden worship and adoration.
Duke of Cornwall, couldn't help but feel the pride and relief wash over him.
His dream was finally realized. Britain had now answered his calls. His wish for the King that will answer his call for the salvation of Britain had took place.
Foul Weather was the Duke of Cornwall. He was man who had went past his prime. In his youth, he fought alongside Uther for Britain, under the reign of Uther he was one of the Kings among the British tribes. He was the King of Cornwall.
—Disaster fell, the King Uther fell. The Britsh Isles split. The White Dragon didn't dare miss the opportunity, he seized the war, the kingdoms one by one fell onto the Calamity of Britain's palm. Many of the Kings under Uther fought against each other even at the danger of Uther for the lands.
His dearest Cornwall fell, merely a portion of it was all he and his loyal knights could hold, many left for the more prosperous knights, only the one most loyal to the king and land—no , he was no longer the King, he was now a Duke, gone was the Age where the arrogance of youth clouding his head. Now was wise soul tethered by the hardships and dark times.
Yet, he dared not fall. Hope pestered him to resist, the Prophecy of the Uther's Court Mage made his hope grow further.
—But how long would Cornwall hold on ? What was the prophesied king be of use, if his land fell and his people was but extinct.
He was no fool, the time when prophecy take place was too long, Cornwall will become nothing but filled of graves till the prophecy takes place.
Just when his hope was nearly snuffed away until he met a mage, a wandering mage whom he treated with courtesy had rewarded him with an advice.
If the prophesied king can not come forth, then bring forth the king from prophecy.
The mage told him of a Radiant King from the Ever Distant Utopia. He gave a sigil summoning ritual to summon the King from Avalon who will lead the Britain to prosperous times through the will of the British Isles.
If Vortigern is the White Dragon and the Prophesied King is the Red Dragon, then the King is the Radiant King of Utopia.
Thus, the Duke Foul lit the flame of hope. He asked for the help of the mages within Cornwalls and even asked the help of several acquaintance from the other kingdoms.
Many among them laughed at him and mocked him. However, he never felt any hostility for them, he knew how much of ridiculousness this was. But for his Cornwall, he wished for that hope.
He even asked the help of the Court Mage of Uther, however the half breed of bastard of a womanizer ridiculed him and said to simply wait for the prophecy to take place.
Nevertheless, he pestered. He had accumulated the resources and had gone with the intentions to make the fool's gambit.
What did loser had to fear failure ?
With the firm resolve of mind and prayer to the Faes of Avalon, he with his mages kickstarted the magic ritual, The Ritual of Coronation.
The Forces of British Isles, the Fae's blessing, the golden crown of coronation and finally the catalyst for reaching the Far Side and onto the Tower of Avalon.
The Grand Ritual took place, the magic vein underneath the Corn wall burned up, the ritual had been taking more than anything, he feared if it failed, the land may become barren. However, it wasn't just him, the entire Cornwall was praying for the success.
And he did. And by Great Lugh, he did.
Crowning Ritual had not failed him, the British Isles itself supported his cause, he could feel it as the Island itself rushed forth the strength needed. The mages present was gaping at the phenomenon, the Island had come forth for this fool's ritual!
It wasn't just them, every supernatural presence could feel the rituals enactment.
It drew attention of everyone present upon the Islands. Whether it be the Fae, Humans or even the Incarnation of Britain.
Radiance.
It was the glorious and ethereal radiant light that he knew was the light he can never reach.
When the figure came forth from the Summoning Ritual, he knew, he had succeed.
The presence of the light was the very incarnation of radiance of the world. The Light that may forever shine to thr ends of the world. A divine and otherworldly presence. It was the radiant King.
A man who held the divine lance wearing the steel armour and a blazing crimson red hair and dull golden eyes, a cloak of white upon him. Besides him was silver haired fairy with crimson eyes and child like appearance.
He wished to kneel and revere the king and welcome him to the British Isles yet the city wall were attacked by the monsters. The White Dragon had decided to deploy a direct assault.
The Duke knelt before the summoned King and asked for the help.
"The great Radiant King from the farthest of paradise, I beg for you to save my people, I beg you to save Britain."
And the King stormed off to the walls.
There, the moment Duke of Cornwall knew, the King who saves the kingdom had arrived. A part of him wished to see that trash incubus now.
Radiant King, huh ?
Shirou Emiya thought clutching the Lance of End tightly as he stared beyond the plains. He could feel it, that gaze. The oppressive eyes belonging to the the Last God of Britain. The gaze of the Vile King of Britain was judging him
He stared back. The Anchor of Stars hummed. The Ether flashed over to the Vile King dangerously. He felt the mirth from the Great Calamity of Britain. The gaze resided.
And it allowed him to see another gaze. This one was lot more playful than serious, however he could feel there was edge of wariness and complete ire. Once more the Star Anchor flashed with ether. Unlike the Vile King, this one's ire withdrew quickly and fled. Shirou was stunned at this.
This cowardliness..
He had a feeling who this was.
He turned to face against the one who summoned him. Eyes softened as he stared at the fat looking man.
A bit of idiot, this one, he could already see it.Well, idiots seems like his kind He thought as the man was barely concealing his awe towards him. It was rather awkward for him.
His gaze moved over to the silver fairy like girl next to the Duke. His eyes lit up at her smile, even if it was playful and full of teasing at him. He knew this was going to be a good teasing session.
"My king" internally he winced at how Illya's smile grew "—I am Duke of Cornwall, Foul Weather. It's nothing more than a disgrace for you to be summoned into this conflict as your welcome. I ask for you forgiveness for this unseemly predicament." The joyful blond man spoke with lively and joy filled voice. But there was sincerity in his words as he asked forgiveness. Not even caring for his status as Duke.
"What happened was beyond your control." Shirou reassured the Duke.
"My King's gratitude is the most gracious." Shirou was stunned by the glow on the face of the Duke Foul. This person..isn't he too lively ?
Although, as the new herald of the Anchor of Planet he was crowned by the Tower of End as the King of End, he didn't think of himself as a king much less having a noble calling him out on it. He was going to ask him to call him by his name.
"Ahem!" a fake cough interrupted the stunned King and starry eyed Duke, they both turn to the face the small girl.
Duke noticed that this girl was summoned alongside the Radiant King, he was embrassed that he had only noticed now.
"Ah!, forgive me, Great Fairy ? I ask for your forgiveness to dare to ignore you." The blond man hurriedly began apologizing. Illya hummed.
He wondered who this was. Then a realization came across, the King was summoned from the Fae Paradise.
The cascading white hair and mischievous crimson eyes, that short stature, the inhumane beauty and that explosive mana surrounding this girl. It should naturally be a fairy accompanying the King at the Fae Paradise.
"Ah, I think you are misu—" Shirou began, unfortunately Illya beat to it " Indeed, you misunderstood, Duke of Cornwalls, I am Illyasviel, a great spirit formed from the Wisdom of King." Illyasviel lied as naturally as she breathed. The Duke Foul looked at her and Shirou with barely hidden awe.
Although he was not a magus as in general sense, he had learnt much of magecraft and it's general things from his mages.
Spirits born from Human Folklores and legends were said to exist, with the idea of "existence" is said to be in a realm of "possibility". However, a Spirit born from a single human's "wisdom" was simply staggering thing.
A Wise King and Spirit of Wisdom. Duke Foul couldn't help but marvel both the King and Great Spirit.
Shirou looked positively horrified at how Illya was literally taking advantage of this gullible Duke. This guy, how again was he a duke ?
However, Shirou didn't dissuade any of Illya's claim. His sister might be mischievous but right now they were in unknown and potentially life threatening situation, her mischief itself hid her intentions.
"Although, the welcome was rather disgraceful, I believe you wouldn't be as crass as to further keep us away from your actions regarding our summoning would you ?" Illyasviel asks innocently. Duke Foul shivers. He was no stranger to great spirits and fae, he knew what off their innocence signified.
"Rest assured, my lady, I will." Duke Foul answers. The mages and knights came to escort them to the Duke's Castle, a carriage brought over.
Among the mages, who all seemed all too excited at the success of ritual. A certain group of them quietly slipped away.
"Yes, my lady. The duke had succeeded in the summon of the King." the magus adorning blue patterned black robes spoke, a mirror mystic code reflecting upon the face of the summoned King.
"The Radiant King..." Black veil covered a face that transcended beauty, a golden dagger played within her fingers. Pale slender fingers ran across the mirror, the red head King's image.
Maelstrom of emotions coalesced within her. The breath upon the King was the breath of British Isles, there was no mistaking. The primeval power held by the Kings of Britain that signifies the "ownership' over the British Isles was present in that King and it was greater than her.
Was that the True King of Britain chosen by this cursed Islands. She didn't know.
"Announce my arrival to the Duke of Cornwalls." she relays the news to her mages. Her own familiars runs for it. The carriage was being prepared for the journey. The journey from Orkney to Cornwall was long, especially with how it was infested by the Vortigern's army. But for her it would be nothing but a three day and night's journey.
The Radiant King... Topaz blue eyes glared at the image of the King holding the strangely familiar white spiral lance.
Was the Duke truly right ? What If that is truly the King chosen by the Britain to lead them to the Everdistant Utopia ?
Morgan Le Fay did not know. And she wished to know.
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