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Fate: Radiant Stars
[Liberate Cornwall : Divertion of Timeline]
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[II]
King and Fairy - Contract with Isles
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500 AD
British Isles - Cornwalls
Night of Ancient Britains were cold. Chilling frost clung to the cold stones of the ancient castle. The fog rose from heights to the castle's tower.
British people were accustomed to it, fur and wool of beast were worn so that chill never reached, but the frost and ice breathed down their neck.
The coldness found a new prey, a visitor from far land. It crept to her form, clad in white silk and winter wear. Coldness tried to bring her to knees, just as other.
But when did cold ever face her.
She was child born in the chilling snow Deutschland. Compared to the Great Land of Rhine this was a summer breeze. She was a cross born of Doll of Miracle and a cold blooded Killer. She would laugh at the idea of this breeze to intimidate her.
But it brought back memories, of a time of ignorant princess trapped in the cold castle, fed with hatred and despair by a vengeful golem who wished for the the Miracle of Third. The princess was filled of hatred and anguish, vengeance for abandonment for she was cursed. The sin of father will be borne by the son who took everything from her.
Crimson eyes blinked in amusement as she eyes the man sitting behind a polished wooden desk, viewing through the information provided by the Duke.
Her greatest hatred become her greatest happiness. What she thought was a cruel and crooked child who took her father away was but an soft hearted and kind brother pulled into the maelstrom of her father's sins.
Hatred she gave and Compassion he gifted. Malice she brought Mercy he gave. Wrathful she crusade and with Kindness he won.
Under that small kindness, hatred of mind washed away. She had decided to give a thought to the truth. She had no other way, her life was not long. She decided that joyful dream was better than anguishing pursuit of mislead revenge.
When that cursed War passed, she knew her time was numbered. A part of her wished to fade away quietly, not once telling anyone. But her brother's face made her go against it. He had the right to know, otherwise she would be as cruel as her father, gifting him curse rather than mercy. She would be abandoning him the same way as her father.
Truth. Everything about her. Her past, her life, her hardship, her resentment, her joy and her contentment.
She was dying. The modification as the perfect Grail and the Last Hope of Einzberns made sure she didn't live past the War unless she held the Miracle of Soul.. She made it clear, with a smile on her face she broke her brother's heart. She hated how she gave him the despair. She knew it, she was the anchor that held him onto his life. His dream and that cursed ideal was kept away, if only for serving her to be the greatest brother he could be.
Stubborn. He didn't care about it. He didn't want to let his final thread of happiness to fade away. She cried when he said he would save her. Even if such thing was impossible, she would believe him. He was her brother.
Amazement. Her brother was the kindest person she knew. She was a but evil murderer and psychopath, she didn't have illusion of being a harmless innocent fairy most people thought she was, but she knew her brother was the most compassionate and kindest individual in the world. Her worldviews were broken when her brother brought up the idea, to storm the Einzbern Castle and force her Grandpa to help her. At first she was against it, but her brother was the most stubborn. He threatened to go to Germany and find the Castle by himself, if she didn't help. She cried. What was with this idiot, she wondered as she cried in happiness.
Awe and Disbelief. The Einzbern Castle was a fortress, a fortress built by a family that reigned over Deutschland over ages. Powerful wards and evil spirits. Boundary Fields holding the strength of more than hundred years standing mighty and restricted, golems and Apparitions made to guard the Castle. Homunculus made to defend, support and attack. Her grand father, the Eighth of the Fantasy Golems that took over the family ever since the creators left.
She was once more shown that the even if it was the greatest magus families, that the power of the greatest treasure of mankind's
heroes was simply said overwhelming.
Within a single night, Einzbern Castle fell under her astonished gaze. Her kind brother akin to calm sea become a wrathful storm.
Magic of hundred of years stacked upon to form a barrier of the best burst like a bubble under the Magic Dagger of Witch.
Evil Spirits and Apparitions came forwards vicious in their assault only to be silenced by the Crimson Barbed Death of Hound. Neither Curses nor Vengeful Spirits was given mercy as a crimson spear hungering the blood howled.
Golems was crushed under the onslaught of rain of steels, crimson hound of red plains feasting upon the them.
The Old Atch came. Her kind brother was glorious when he crucified the old golem and threatened him to save Illya.
"Kuhuhuhuh~"
"Illya..." Shirou looked at his sister rolling over the bed hugging the pillow with weird look and creepy smile. Shirou sighed.
Disbelief and confusion remained in his heart as he gazed outside the window showing a blue moon.
He was now in past. He understood it the moment he was summoned. Information of British Isles filled him from an unknown power source, he coined it akin to how Grail War give Servants information about the current era, but He wasn't dead nor was he a Heroic Spirits. And Illya was definitely not either of it.
He looked over the current affairs and the state of Britain. The despair of Cornwalls, the matter of summoning and the current wish. They were brough to the Court of Castle Weather and The Duke told them everything not even word left.
People of Britain wished for a promised King and he was summoned as such.
This...was simply horrifying.
He wasn't a king neither was he from Avalon, much less the promised king from Avalon. It was Arturia who was supposed to be the King. It was King Arthur who should become the King of Britain. Not him.
But..he wasn't able to say no. Not to those hopeful people of Cornwalls or that wishful Duke.
Perhaps, he would simply reconquer the lands of Cornwalls from the Vortigern's forces and try to find a way back home, lest the history be changed and worst of all Counter Force be summoned.
"I don't think it's easy as that, Shirou." Illya's voice cut through my train of thoughts. Shirou turned to face her she had sat straight clutching the pillow while looking at him with a knowing look.
"The moment we arrived, it changed." Illya stated. She bounced out from the bed and walked over before his desk. " Cornwall was supposed to fall. Summoning was not supposed to happen. We weren't supposed to be un this Age. It's already changed." Illya confirmed my thought.
"Counter Force, it hadn't reacted, our existence should be bombarded by Counter Guardians.." Shirou argued.
"Who knows maybe it will be like how they said Pompeii happened, you'know." Illya shrugged.
"Illya!" Shirou was positively horrified at the idea. It was not secret among moonlight world that Counter Force was rather vicious when it wanted to be. Atlantis was supposed to be something of that.
"Relax, Shirou.If Counter Force wished for us to be dead. We wouldn't be talking here." Illya rolled her eyes. It was the truth.
"That's because we haven't done something to warrant the action. If we somehow change the Pan Human History, we might get shot to hell." As the new Anchor of Storms, he held the Authority know enough of such information.The Planet's Anchor supplied him of the knowledge.
"So you want to deny them your help." Illya's eyes glinted towards Shirou as he hesitated.
"..This isn't fair, Illya." Shirou grumbled. Illya laughed like innocent fairy. He shook his head.
" Come on, Shirou. It's not like this was our first time doing something so crazy and stupid. You were the one who proclaimed to the become the new Anchor of Storms to save Gray." Illya teased. Shirou rolled his eyes at her.
Illya was right. It wasn't their first time doing something crazy. For Illya who was dying, she wished to be truly alive, even as he was searching for a means to prolong her life, so he was dragged into what she dubbed as insanity of being "alive".
The amount things they've done. Now she's probably thinking of being historic figure or something.
"Also haven't you felt it yourself ?." Illya asked him with narrowed eyes. Shirou nodded.
"I did, the primeval force of British Isles." Shirou admitted as he raised his silver gauntlet hand, curling his steel plated fingers into fist. A dark force purified by the Avalon's Dream, the light of stars of the Stsr Tower had melted it in response to it's corruptive influence. And the World of Steel within him tempering it for his use.
"The British Isles held a mysterious power that empowers the Kings of the land...I though it was supposed to be a myth, but it seems I was too ignorant." Illya mused as she played with white powered light. He was fearing for her safety, but the sight made him relieved, obviously her entire Soul was Tied onto the Golden Grail, it's no surprise that influence over soul doesn't have any effect on her.
The conscious power of British soil..
He could feel it. The British Isles was somehow empowering him, Avalon had took away the dark primeval influence but the whisper remains. Whispers of the way of Ideal King, prosperity of the soil, the age of man, age of gods, the last dragon.
Land once called in the name of the primordial dragon who dug into the core of the mother earth, Albion, it represents the image of the Dragon of Albion. It whispers of the twisted dreams, trying to impose him of their land's curse. It curses him for it. It was twisting him, just as it had done the previous Kings.
Can this pitiful land with it's dying breath twist the twisted soul filled of steel.
The world of steel flashed murder.
His soul wad twisted beyond recognitions. Once The Primordial Evil born of man had burned away his soul, the Fae Paradise filling him of Dream and Steel.
The Anchor of the Planet whispers him of promise of Divinity and the wishes of Ends of Light. Star Spear wished to ascend him to the Throne of the End. Even at the present they do. Will he fall ?
He was Steel. Steel breaks. Steel melts. But Steel never bends.
Then what did this dying land dare against him ?
"Besides, maybe we can meet Saber and even make sure she doesn't have to hold thr burden of a king alone." Illya mentioned with knowing smirk at Shirou.
It struck him. Shirou winced at that. Yes, the thought passed over him. Even if under the threat of Counter Force, he knew he would do that. Saber's despair, he experienced them through the Dream Cycle. Her hardships, her hopes everything.
A part of Shirou wished for her to see her happy like he made her as he wished her farewell to Avalon.
"So let's save the Britain Shirou ! " The mischievous fairy laughs as she raise her fist determinedly.
You just want to see my embrassed at being called King, don't you ?""...
"Absolutely."
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Shirou never believed in coincidence, the fact his last memories were actually of Avalon didn't give any reassurance.
Neither he or Illya knew what brought them to this parallel ?, alternative ? past ?, world. The Duke may have brought him through the summoning, but both he and Illya knew that the Summoning Ritual was not powerful enough to draw their physical self from the "Present of the World" to the "Past of the World", a Time Travel event is something that not even True Magic could do. Even then Time Paradox will create a certain Divergence that may result in the collapse of the world and may be...pruned.
Shirou of all people knew about the impossibility than anyone, he as the Anchor of the Texture of Planet knows about the ridiculousness of the idea.
Parallel World was the most possible, even then a True Magic Ceremony that will "pull" the entire self of body and soul into a parallel world.
True, the British Isles had been heavily involved but even then such thing would be entirely impossible especially with the Counter Force's own restrictions. Shirou knew that saving Britain was as far as it, a wishful thinking.
The Quantum-Time Lock Event looms over as the World itself dictate that "Britain is destroyed" since the main point of history is recorded in Human Order Foundation. Although a diversion of event may be possible. A World Event that is recorded under the Great Tree Known as Time will remain same throughout the Human Order.
Even if the paths differentiate, the end remain same.
And if somehow the Quantum-Time Lock was broken by a catastrophic change, then the resulting Adjacent World possibility will be culled. The Event will remain the same and reset will happen.
And for him to break the Spiritron Record Anchoring Band and "save Britain", he must have energy greater than planet itself and rewrite the Pan Human History itself.
"For a mere record of history written by humans to dictate the fate of world, hah! what a joke.." Shirou mocks as he runs a hands through his hair.
Shirou sighed as he rubbed his template, he stood near the stone railing of the castle tower. He noticed that there wasn't much of guards here. He thought as much. From what he learned from the Duke, Cornwall was now a land going straight to it's demise.
From the east the monsters and barbarians of saxons were attacking rentlessly, merely a castle and the bounded field and a small group of knights and mercenaries hired by the Duke holding the fort.
Many of the Cornwall's people who was financially stable or rich had left hiring either mercenaries or any others as to safeguard them from the monster infested routes.
And the matter about routes, there only two land routes, through the Fae Forest, Brocéliande and through the path of Iron Castle Tinagel.
Most take the Fae Forest if nothing for the protection of the famous Fae of Lake, Viviane herself, until the ends of the forest.
Sea routes may exist but none want to take risk. The sea was not as calm as it was. The deepest of the water was heavily infested with monsters, far greater than of the sea.
Shirou noticed as to how Cornwall should have already fallen, especially with the scarce amount of man power and defence the Cornwall held, by all right it should have fallen, but didn't.
It was the fact the Forest of Brocéliande exist before Cornwall as wall, the protection of Great Mother, Lady of Lake was the defense against all odds. It helped Cornwall persist until now.
Shirou made note to himself that when he conquer the Cornwalls as a whole, formally visit Lady of Lake and give her the thanks and offerings.
But the defense was not the only one to care for, what was the use of land if not for the people.
The land infested by the monsters, the crops were destroyed. The sea route were infested with even greater of monsters, so fishery was neither options, declining population gave way for the lack of manpower. The duke had to take it out of his own resources and traded the grain in response for ore provided by the natural terrain and arms forged by the blacksmiths.
The land was cursed alright. Shirou admired the Duke for his capabilities to keep the Cornwall remain.
And oddly enough Kingdom of Orkney was a great helper. He had read between the exchange. There was scarce amount of profit for Orkney yet they kept helping Duke.
He had already made a few plan. Shirou made up his mind as he gazed at the distant plains.
He turned away and walked off and onto his chambers.
Shirou had finally decided to call it a day. The day was too long. His brain was feeling like mush. He really hope this wasn't going to be a daily occurrence.
He thanked god that Illya wasn't around and went onto her own chambers, he wasn't in mood for any other of her mischief.
As he laid over the royal bed, although the presence of Avalon and Rhongomnyiad made physical exhaustion a foreign thought, although it prolonged his age to merely twenty year old, much to his annoyance, he wasn't able to grown to that impressive height of Archer but still he was fine since it was merely few inches away.
But the mental exhaustion was rather high. It was without a doubt the most tiresome.
The sleep overtook him the moment he laid over.
"—Ack!"
—Eyes snapped opened, Armour of End materialized over his form. The Lance of End shinning on his right hand while the other steel plated hands wrapped firmly on the frail neck.
Pink petals swirled in the chilly air, armored gauntlet held lovely pink petals.
"My, my, what a fierce reaction, my King." Indescribable annoyance. It wasn't odd, it felt natural but this voice drew an ire from anyone as if speaking to annoying scumbag you would rather stab than hear him speak.
Why did that perfectly describe this person ?
Shirou looked at his surrounding noticing a flowery garden filled with green trees and pink petals littered in the air, playfully wandering. He tightened his hold over the spiral white lance. Face set on a frown.
The forest like place was beautiful, a place that resounded with a intense emotions. There is seems to be a strange sense of longing and familiarity.
Home. I recognized that feeling, knowing of the response and where that came from. Avalon. Eyes softened. Mount Etna. Clearance came as I realized the coordinates of the mountain top matches that of Paradise of Reverse in the Far Side of the Inner Sea of the Planet.
"Oh my~, is my king missing home when not even a day passed ?" Dancing petals swirled across the beautiful plains, chiming of that voice kept ringing everywhere making it unable to pinpoint the location. "Don't worry, this courtier will make sure you return safely now itself."
Mana bloomed. The soil stood up on lit up with sigils and magic circles of arcane that danced upon the realms of the Miracles of the Emptiness. Panic surged as the lazy petals dancing upon the air shot forward forming wreath of chains binding me in a chain of flowers. Flowers binded my arms limp. Not a muscle moved in response.
The mystical circle hummed as I pulled my hands with no effect. Anger surged at this, confusion was stomped as wrath took away when I understood the connection to where this path of the magic lead. I would know, the Sheath within my soul told me of it's origin and spoke of the wonderful land of fairies.
I could not allow that.
Was it the feeling of helplessness when I could save her from her despair that drove me to fight against these restrains, to clutch them upon my hands and tear them like a mad beast ?
I may never know. But I never wish to see her cry, it didn't matter if this was world mot mine neither past, present or future. That face full of emptiness holding the burden of kingdom came to me...
And the Tower lit.
Earth groaned as the land burned into sea of molten rocks, white light burned away the portion of land I stood, the trees splintered and burned the beautiful garden was a wasteland of fire and debris. The circle vanished, the light of the end scorched the concept of that magic. Steel plated boots walked out of the crater filled of molten rocks.
Grievance came at the thought of this beautiful place to be scorched like a flower in fire. Regret beget his attention to it's recovery for once after this. Calmness persuaded him as he came to a conclusion of a earlier bout.
This kind of cowardly and lazy person who would speak so cheerfully while mocking was only person. Few among the living of this era who could perform a miracle to reach for the sacred Land of Welsh, so lax and easily.
"Merlin." Such a description belongs to only one person as words flowed out my mouth
"Hmm~, the Duke really summoned a truly worthy King from the Eternal Lands. To know of this humble mage with not even a glance." Pale skin and elf like face, jewel like amethyst eyes and cascading feathery white hair, bewitching face undoubtedly of inhumane origin, charming smile that could fell any woman to their wiles, wreathed in white robes of finest silk with flowery patterns and a long wooden cane an odd curve into the tip as ribbons fluttered. Flowers bloomed on the land he walked. The Magus of Flowers revealed himself from a zephyr of flowers, a whimsical smile upon his face.
In the tales of Arthurian myth remained a figure of an old and withered wise mage whose arcane prowess was unworldly.
However, the historians were wrong in many assumptions. The mage wasn't a old and withered magus. It was a man whose charms remained eternal as the blood of incubi ran among his veins.
Born of Incubi that lived in between the gaps of Earth and Moon and human princess. Man whose sorcery treaded the line between miracles, Illusions Bordering Reality, even a magus of Age of Gods would fall short before him. He was the most famous among the mages of folklore.
The Magus of Flowers. Shirou acknowledged the threat. Flowers fell over the molten rocks. It made a poetic image as they faced. The White Magus walking upon innocent flowers and the Silver King from the sea of sacred fire.
Spiral white lance poised to strike. The tip of the pure white lance glinted dangerously.
Ether danced around the ivory lance.
Amethyst eyes blinked.
"That Lance..." Understanding dawning as the smile turned a bit smaller. "The King of End was summoned ?, was it ?." Magus hummed. Leaning upon his cane he scrunched his face and squinted his eyes.
"...An Irregularity." Flowers shifted as curiosity pointed. "...The story has a hole..a blindspot on my sight." Wariness hidden behind curiosity and carefree eyes was poking out.
Clairvoyance. The time traveler realized with heavy frown. Merlin sat upon a rock cooled by the magical flowers he bought, the land was growing flowers and plants as he waved his hands the molten rock cooling as water run across creating steam as fog rose.
Elevated sight of one's wisdom to extend beyond a scope of mortal vision. Tales and Legends remained of the Legendary Magus whose prophecies remained true. Glimpsing into the set futures of the world like a fleeting visitor.
"Vision future is not set on stone." Shirou pointed out. Smile curled on the lips of the dream demon. Repulsive. The desire to strangle rose only suppressed by his patience.
"Is it ? It may twist and turn but at end the rivers unite to the sea." Dream demon remarked. The white robed mage sat as he leaned on the cane with a free spirited smile.
"Dams were built by men, the path of rivers diverted and closed." Shirou was surprised by his own way of argument.
"Yet the water returns to the sky and they flow to the sea." There was no animosity in his words. The flowery magus engaging himself to plucking the petal of flower he grew upon the rock.
Acceptance was a virtue. Shirou knew.
"And then we will simply claim the sea for our use." Merlin looked startled at the words he spoke.
But, Defiance was the one he chose.
"Those are heavy words." Lips curled the Magus questioned, the flowers lifted onto the air by the wind. But Merlin stared onto my eyes.
"Burden of the choice."
"But is it yours to make ?" Merlin questions. He walks closer standing close to the silver knightly figure.
"..Kindness is not made with equality. Kindness is to be imposed. The goodwill is to be forced upon others." Resolution was never lost in the heart. The more the burden weighs, the brighter it shines.
"Ah...I.." Merlin looked enamored at the shine in those golden eyes. It was beautiful.
"..A Wise and Bright King as illuminating as stars.." Merlin sighed dreamily. The wooden cave extended and tapped onto his chest. Amethyst eyes mirthfully glanced.
"—But this story has a King. Rest well, my King." Inhumane. Whether how much he simulated humans, the Lance revealed his hideous nature detached from humanity.
"[~Garden~]."
Twilight flashed. Storm petals assaulted my sight as consciousness blurred from reality and into the illusion.
"Wake up, Shirou."
"Ah.." Dull throbbing gave me innocent but hideous headache.
Slender hands around my torso demanded my instincts honed over years to react—
—Soft green eyes halted any moment. Innocent smile turned his heart a race car on the peak of it's moment.
Wrong.
"Saber ?" Servant of his War, more than something in his life. An influence that was just as big as his father.
"Shirou." His heart stopped at the way she called him. Strings upon one's heart could be pulled easily with that beautiful smile.
Wrong
Sun-kissed blonde hair fallen freely as opposed to her restrained self. A free and sunny smile that illuminated the darkness of his heart's muddle heart. A call so kind and so loving that even self-demeaning guilt selfishly wished for himself. It was beautiful.
Wrong!
" Not even the sun had risen and you are so lovey-dovey, Emiya-kun~" Teasing voice, once he heard now foreign as he choked, Tohsaka appeared cheerful and teasing as she sat before him with a playful smile. Saber appearing embrassed under her
He had not seen her so cheerful, so teasing , not since that accursed war took away her sis—
Wrong!
"Oh, Senpai!, you're awake!" Sakura came out of his kitchen a bright smile on her face. The apron she wore was the one he bought her, the one she treasured.
WRONG!
"S-Sakura ?, y-you're here ?" Faltering words were not his self. Not since the War.
W-W-WRO-WRONG!
"Hm ?, what do you mean by that, Senpai ?." Sakura asked with tilt of her head, questioningly.
W-W-WRon—
"But, you were—" Silence. What was she—I mean, she was cooking on my kitchen!
" You can't just take over my kitchen!" Shirou shouted annoyed as Sakura stuck her tongue out cutely and Rin laughed while Saber nodded. Shirou's cooking was supreme.
Wrongness. It clung to his heart even as he went over to the kitchen. But they were being drowned. The utensils clattered as Tohsaka watched in amusement as Shirou and Sakura fought over the kitchen playfully while Saber with innocently serious look supported Shirou.
"Hmm~, why so loud in the morning." Illya yawned as she entered the room, a look of amusement upon her face as she watched the spectacle.
Heracles smiled as he materialized behind her as he pulled her onto his shoulder at her. "Should we help your brother, Illyasviel ?" The sane Hero of Greece asked as he watched the two of them wrestle for control of the Emiya Kitchen.
"Hmm, the Matou girl is good but I like Onii-chan's cooking more." Illya pondered and came to conclusion as Heracles and Saber nodded in union as if it was a great enlightenment. "So help Onii-chan!, Berserker!" Illya raised her fist as she commanded.
"I'm not a Berserker, anymore, Illya." Despite the weak protest of his sanity, Heracles smiled faintly and the humongous man walked to the duo only for figure to materialize suddenly.
"I believe, it is their conflict to solve. Do not intervene, Beserker." Rider chatised with a emotionless look. Glasses over eyes flashing pink.
"Hey, Ya Berserker! Let me takeover this, boy's my master, now, I don't think I should be protecting the boy's shite!" Lancer grinned as he materialized his wild ponytail swaying wildly, red eye glowing with glimmer of happiness.
"You're doing this for getting a fight, you dog!" Shirou shouted from the kitchen as Sakura pressed her asset over him, earning a blush from him as Sakura smiled impishly while Tohsaka looked ticked off.
Saber however, seemed seething at another thing entirely to notice Sakura's risky move. "—Excuse me! Lancer he is my master!." Saber glowered like a lioness as she too ran into the Servant cat fight thankfully in a peaceful spar outside the Emiya Residence.
"Shirou!" Cheerfulness filled the house as another group came, Irisviel and Kiritsugu along with Sella and Leysritt. Behind them came Taiga with her eyes on the kitchen as smell commanded her attention.
Shirou caught that Kiritsugu'd tired but content smile as Irisiviel dragged him around, a candy cigar on his lips.
Shirou couldn't help but laugh at this. The daily Emiya Residence was beautiful.
Then it fell.
Pieces of shards. It paused like picture caught in the frame then..Like a shattered mirror, it broke everything fell, swords raining away as gears spun upon the sky.
Thundering sound split his ear as silver gears spun, a rain of steel assaulted him as it stabbed him shattering his self away from it. From that wrongness.
The rain of steel tearing his glass like figure was agonizing. It came from a figure clouded in fog. A tall man's back. It was so lonely, so life less, so hopeful.. As if those shoulders held the world upon the..
"Fragment of Illusion born by a Twisted Spell of Doomed Paradise. To cling upon a reality built upon lies and ignorance. To chase a twisted dream while ignoring the reality, it seems you remain unchanged of your delusions." Silver hair came onto his vision, the back turned as familiar mocking face came onto view.
"You think of yourself to claim over the fate when you delude, yourself to this twisted fantasy you wished to hide yourself !." Mocking laughter echoed, rain of steel continued, but this time he walked onto the flurry of blades the glass form turning real.
"N-No!" Not to him. Anyone but him. It didn't matter never will he fall against him.
"The lives of those hurting for you. Those innocent dreams and hopes, clinging onto you. Those cruel fate waiting for them, are you leaving them to it ?" As the rain of steel was waning, an annoying smirk upon that silver devil's face.
"No!"Realization dawned as smile erupted from him. The glass form shattered to give way for the real form. Spiral Lance came onto his hands.
"If you still will cling to this dream waiting for death , ignoring those who are hurting when the chance to save them is present, then just drown in your twisted dream!" Archer smiled as the Spiral White Lance stabbed into his chest piercing into it and prodding outside.
Even as Lance stabbed into Archer, Shirou tuned his head as Archer leaned over his shoulder from the blow fading into golden particle.
Even when he's not here, even when he's against him, even when he wishes nothing more than to kill him, Red Archer was always the one who would save him.
And this time, his consciousness decides to take the form of Archer to break some sense to his False Dreams.
"Thank you, Archer."
And the Garden shattered.
500 AD
British Isles - Mount Etna.
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Merlin hummed a happy tune as he walked down the mountain. Bounce on his steps was from the intense emotions of the King of End. It was beautiful and delicious for the dream demon.
Curiosity made him wish to see that dream in which the Radiant King fallen into, even as dream demon nor with his Clairvoyance could he peer into the Irregular King's dream due to the status of a Blind Spot.
British Isles - Mount Etna.
He wondered if the girl summoned with the Radiant King would have emotions this delicious too.
CRACK!
Huh ?. Confusion. The abundant supply of emotions from the Garden was cut. The concept of the spell was torn off. Merlin shuddered at the implications.
SCRRCHHTT!!!?
"Sacred Tower—"
Ah. Merlin twisted his neck with a shiver and paled.
Clad in steel, a helm akin to lion, white mane of fur reinforcing the image, silver and blue with shining white cape fluttering wildly as the wind swirled in violent zephyr. Spiral white lance shining with the light of stars and a shimmer of golden white erupting from the lion like knightly figure clad in silver steel. Descending from the mountains like the wrathful One God.
"Ahahaha!, my King, that was merely a joke! wasn't it !? Ah, we can talk like civilized mens of wisdom!?" Curses and swears that would make a sailor blush swam within the mind of the dream demon as he stared at the divine figure illuminating the night with scared eyes while still managing to keep the smile as he began to take step back clumsily.
Under the helm Shriou remained unresponsive. It seems Merlin forgot one basic rule among the mages.
—If your opponent is another magus, then do not hesitate to kill.
The land sunk and rocks melted under the steel boots filled with the power of stars. Lance was hot white, the swirling mass of light from the end of the far side coalescing upon the spiral shell spinning.
Suddenly the tip Lance turned away from the Merlin who was back peddling to the left side facing the end of the cliff.
"—Anchor the Illusion to Reality."
Illusion broke away revealing a running Merlin where the Lance pointed as the backpedaling Merlin was the a illusion, the real one was running off to the side of cliff..
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!" Merlin ran. Pale face and panting as the light burned the tip of his robes. Merlin could feel the heat of stars.
"Reach the Ends."
Lance of End hummed. The Ether of Stars roared. Storm of Light bloomed and shot. Merlin screamed.
"[Rhongomyniad]"
The Anchor of Planet scorched the earth and tore the land, the trees vaporized. The Light travelled as the portion of Mountain blew up and even then light of stars went on to the direction of seas.
As the golden light resided. Shirou watched the scorched mountain and sighed.
Then raised the Lance and shot them to the east.
"Ahhhhh!!" Merlin ran as illusions were disrupted. His entire white robed soot and blacked, indignation was thrown in favor of life as he clutched his staff and ran.
—Only for a Ether Cannon to blast just where he stood as he screamed again.
This is oddly relieving. Shirou mused as he chased the scumbag of magus. It was no doubt that most people of Cornwall already must be awoken by the Ethern Cannon. Obviously, half of the mountain was gone.
Logic dictated that he should return back to the Castle and inform them of the earlier bout. Merlin had already retreating.
Normally Shirou would gladly give up the chase and allow Merlin to escape if nothing to avoid violence.
But Merlin's actions had made Shirou volatile. Garden was an illusion that bordered Reality. The Illusion of a Dream Like Twisted Paradise, that which lulls you into a eternal sleep corroding your entire being and splitting the souls into mana particles. A fate worse than death.
To kill him was fine. It wasn't as though he hated everyone that tried to kill him or killed him, like Lancer. He even made Lancer his Servant when Saber made Tohsaka her Master against Sak—
It opened painful memories and worse—stood against his pursuit for saving them.
With a single focus in his mind Shirou chased the crying magus who screamed as he ran followed by Light Cannon filled with storm of ether.
Until the dawn rise, the Radiant King chased the Magus of Flowers throughout the Cornwall to the ends of East Cornwall firing Ether Cannon every moment and chance he got and losing the magus at the ends of Wales. Shirou had to admit the bastard was damn good at escaping.
As Shirou returned to the Cornwall territory panting, tired and weary filled with blood and tears of clothes, well Merlin's not his.
—Only to face a crowd holding banner of Cornwall, the whole of Cornwall territory along with Illya, Duke and a black veiled woman with long blonde hair.
"The King had come!?"
"Look at the King!?"
"The Promised King had done it!!?"
"The King did it under a night!?"
The crowd seeing his arrival pointed and chattered away joyfully and excitedly. A knight leading a squadron of knights, the one he saw earlier guarding the wall walked before with excited jump in his step.
"The King had come after conquering the Lost territories of East Cornwall!!" The knight proclaimed with a voice that reached heaven as I nearly stumbled on my foot.
Huh?
What ? When ? How? Who ?
What the hell did I hear again ? Shirou blinked under the helm as he walked towards them in monotone robotic pattern.
"All Hail the Radiant King!"
"All Hail the Radiant King!"
"All Hail the Radiant King!"
"All Hail the Radiant King!"
The painful sense of dejavu was haunting, the urge to find Merlin and stab him a few more time to relieve himself dramatically rose, when he saw deadpanning Illya and a awe filled looking Duke. The tall blonde veiled woman was rather familiar, especially that eyes seen through the veil.
"All Hail the Radiant King!"
"All Hail the Radiant King!"
Familiarity can wait. But Shirou really hope that this won't be repeating these coming days. And also some clarifications would help.
As Shirou walked near the wall. With a prayer to the lights at the end of the wall. He walked with headache and mana dry body.
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