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A Fate/Stay Night Fan Fiction
Chapter 1: Death of a Magus
The world was dark.
But than again, it had been so for the past twenty years.
Now, she would return to correct the mistakes she had ignored twenty years ago that caused this worldly plight, and in doing so, bring hope for the future.
That is all she desires. As a tear ran from her sapphire eyes, she realized that was all he really wanted as well.
It has been twenty years since the end of the Fifth Holy Grail War ? and the end of human civilization as it was known to be. The Servant whom attained that foul object of destruction cared nothing for life, killing his Master at the end, and wishing for nothing else but the destruction of life. Thus the Grail granted his desire, spreading infinitely outward, obliterating all life in its path while he crowned himself King over the world once more.
There was no opposing the power of the Grail. All who tried fell before its might: The Association. The Church. They were the most powerful organization on this planet, yet they were naught but flies before the Grail. They were destroyed within days, leaving the remnants of humanity to fend for themselves.
Two magi, distraught with grief over all they had ignorantly allowed to happen, swore to do what they could to end the nightmare. The man, seriously weakened from the War, lasted ten years before his life finally perished at the hands of the Golden King.
The other, desperate for a way to salvage her world, cried out desperately for aid. An elderly man answered, and offered her an apprenticeship. She accepted his offer, and for the next ten years she proceeded to learn as much as she could from her new master, knowing that she could never learn everything from him, having lived for many centuries while she had barely thirty seven years to her body and soul. She advanced startlingly swift, however, and became able to form a shadowed version of his signature sorcery.
One day, her master informed her that he had done all he would do for her, that the hopes of this world were on her shoulders. She thought back to her younger days, smiling bitterly at the circumstances that had occurred. This was not what she wanted out of life. This opportunity was what he wanted, yet she knew that it was wrong. Only a fool who never knew happiness would dream to be a hero. But she knew that the circle she had helped set in motion had to be closed, and merely nodded and bid her master farewell, setting out to confront the Golden Monstrosity.
The battle was over shortly after it had begun. The magi was skewered, and looked more like a grotesque puppet than a human being. Her raven locks were disheveled and caked in fresh crimson blood. Her right hand, left shoulder, right breast, stomach, pelvis, right thigh, left shin, and right ankle all had weapons protruding from them, contorted at odd angles. The pain was excruciating, but she kept her azure eyes narrowed on the man in Gold, standing before his throne with a blonde woman on the ground beside him, naked, her eyes glazed over. She had obviously been driven mad many years ago.
?Tut, tut. You never learned did you, young lady? True, I am mortal again, but I still have the powers of a Servant.? He looked down at her with a mocking gesture. ?You, as a mere human, never had a chance. Still, I have grown quite bored as of late. I knew the mind of the King of Knights would not survive the blessing of the Grail, but I never dreamed that the body it would give her would become so useless after twenty short years.? He glanced down in contempt and kicked at the unmoving form beside him, than turned back to the magus. ?I shall allow you live, and you shall become my next belonging.? He licked his lips as he began to glance over her body.
She coughed up a mouthful of blood and spat as far towards him as she could, than choked out a laugh. ?My desire to live is not so strong as to relinquish my soul to a fool such as you. You may be a ?King?, but you could never satisfy me.? She challenged him to make her coming death as quick as possible.
The King clicked his tongue and bit at the bait as he stared daggers at the magus as she screamed in agony. Wait, that would be because there were four new holes in her body, located in her left hand, both feet, and where her nose used to be. ?It seems you need to learn some manners before I let you near me. Do not speak unless spoken to, bitch!? He shouted and raised a hand.
She knew that this was it. She knew that she had pushed him too far, that he would kill her with another hail of Noble Phantasms when his arm fell. She was angry with herself, that she could not even correct her mistake that she had worked twenty years to repair! Thus she let loose a primal growl and hung her head.
Do you wish to defeat him?
A voice resounded in her broken mind, and she sharply looked up.
Do you wish for the power to defeat him? You have attempted to aid me, so I shall aid you if you wish for it.
No, her voice said to herself. This cannot be happening! She wasn?t supposed to be the one to become this. She did not want this. This was what happened to him, and she did not want to become like him!
However, she knew that it was going to turn out this way. She glanced at the two images of herself in her head. In one she was skewered by numerous weapons, her current death. In the other she was walking an endless path with no destination. She knew which path he had chosen. And although she did not want to from the bottom of her soul, she chose the same path.
Do you wish for aid? The voice asked again.
She struggled to sigh and softly choked out her answer. ?Yes?.
Time froze, and the weapons skewering the magus simply faded away. Her wounds closed up, the damaged muscles and tissue repaired themselves, and her spilt blood was renewed. The crest symbolizing her family?s magic history impossibly began to grow. At first, it pained her as it had before when it was slowly transplanted, but the pain soon stopped, yet the crest continued to spread until it covered her entire left arm.
Suddenly the voice of her master echoed sadly in her head.
?Know that I did not want this for you. However, I knew this would happen as you had not yet gained what you had needed to be able to truly master the Second Sorcery. In truth, you still cannot fully master it. However, your decision has given you the raw power and understanding to learn how to construct, shape, and use something that can do so in a limited fashion. Thus, I shall depart my final lesson to you, apprentice. You have been a good pupil, perhaps the best in a very long time. For that I shall miss and grieve for the endless existence ahead of you.
She did not show any emotion, and simply replied, ?Thank you, master. Farewell.?
And time resumed, with her now-healed body standing before the Golden King once more. At first, one could say that nothing other than her body had changed from a few seconds before, but anyone able to sense magic would be able to note the astronomical increase in the amount of mana that radiated from her now.
The King flinched. ?What the?what the hell just happened to you?!?? He warily shouted as apprehension began to dawn on him.
She merely smiled and said, ?Nothing within the pitiful boundaries of your mind would allow you to understand. Just note that you will die here.? Her right arm rose and hung in the air before applying the knowledge she had learned just seconds before and she spoke three words.
?Jeweled Sword Zelretch!?
A small sword formed in her hand. The grip and guard itself are simple, but the blade is exceedingly beautiful, seemingly formed of pure crystal at first glance. Nothing radiates from the sword itself, yet it hides an ability that vastly outclasses almost anything that would dare to stand against it, including the so-called ?Holy Grail?.
The Golden King instinctively knew that he had to kill the woman now before he was destroyed, and reached behind him and pulled out the one weapon that had never failed him. A weapon, golden at the hilt similar to the King, was pulled from the Gate, it?s darkened blade decorated with crimson etchings looking anything but the unimaginable force of destruction that it truly was.
?I don?t know what you are planning to do with that small piece of trash, but I allow myself to experience it!? he roared with fervor, and the darkened blade, Ea, began to awaken, the three equal components of the blade slowly revolving, approaching the speed in which, when released, would release a torrent of destruction that was capable of scarring the land.
The magus simply waited, knowing that anything the Golden Knight would use would be useless, even Ea. She simply held her ground and continued to grin devilishly at her hated enemy.
The Golden Knight snapped. ?I?ve had enough of your pathetic attempts to resist me! Enuma-!?
The magus quickly began to concentrate, and the sword began to glow with a prismatic light, the surface of the blade shifting from red to orange, to yellow, to green, to blue, to violet, to white, and back again to red as the process continued to repeat itself an infinite number of times each second.
?Elish!? The Golden King roared, and the torrent of destruction was released from Ea, barreling unmercifully at the defenseless magus.
The torrent never got near the magus.
A wave of light infinitely more powerful than Ea swallowed the destruction and raced towards the Golden King, ready to end his existence.
The Golden King was shocked, knowing that his end had come. However, he was determined not to go quietly. Her laughed manically at her at his death approached. ?Splendid! You truly have defeated me! But you shall not live to witness what happens to this world!? With his last command, he pulled out a blood red lance, spoke it?s name, and was swallowed by the wave of light almost immediately afterward.
The Golden King?s existence was erased from the world, but his final decree was absolute. The magus fell backwards onto the stone floor, a bloody red barb emerging from her chest with her heart skewered upon it.
Thus, the magus known as Tohsaka Rin passed from this world, her twenty year goal accomplished.
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