Project is still alive. Just progressing rather slowly is all. I haven't died just yet ^^ Here's about the first half of the first scene.
1/Heaven's Feel Backnight I
("For an unknown period of time, I was crouching down." is shown before vanishing against the red background)
There isn't a single moan.
A rotten branch is stuck in my neck.
First, my tongue is being pulled out.
So that I never spit out any words, they break my voicebox.
I can't writhe in pain.
They splay my limbs from the ends.
It seems only my heart is still alive.
Even though my body has already lost it's ability to function, it continues to move dutifully to the sense of pain.
Existance and pain are one and the same.
Even if I only have my heart, I continue to exist with the limited pain.
(scene shifts to an ear?)
A long time.
I was left for a long period of days. (a lot of days gathered and I was left)
That was an extreme hope, which soon decayed to despair.
I'm not getting down. It's probably a despicable delusion.
The reason isn't due to a lack of experience, and is different to a lack of knowledge.
...pain and contentment recur within me.
I remember a completed, repetitive excercise, a flavour of youth.
To the top, to the bottom, to the east, to the west.
("That's far away, deeper than everyone. Like a cradle, a paradise of blooms without an exit." flash across the screen)
Even though I have no arms or legs, even though I'm gradually losing, it doesn't hurt.
Yet, it's scary.
Something without anything.
I couldn't bear becoming something without anything. (it would disloyal for me to...)
Either that, you can say that nothing bears fruit.
This suffering, will likely become suffering for it's own sake.
This dying body that hangs on the edge of death.
While wishing frantically for death, I also recklessly wish to continue living.
Those old fashioned men gave me the name of hell.
("How wonderful, I can hear a silver coloured song" passes over the screen)
If we confess.
I, didn't want to die.
("--- for a long time, she was in a state of suspended animation." passes over the screen)
...I can hear a sound.
Click click, click click.
A sound like stones reflecting off something, it reminds me of a cheerful polka.
I vaguely listened to that noise only.
...where am I?
I can't remember. No, remembering, is something I don't want to do.
I'm ashamed of my own untidiness.
Even though I woke up like this, my consciousness and reasoning haven't woken up yet.
I put power into my leaden arms and legs, and my heavy head.
(screen changes to the living room)
I slightly lever my previously vulnerable body up with my arms.
...it seems I was lying on the sofa.
How long did I sleep for?
Trying to remember that, no, trying to remember precisely where this is,
Terrible pain pierced through my temples. (she uses the word damage)
My eyes are dazzled. It's like the morning after heavy drinking.
...Putting a mask on my weakness to alcohol and drinking all night is a vice of mine, but happily, thereis no alcohol left in my body.
Shakily, I consciously confirm my situation.
...it's probably, some western building somewhere.
There isn't much I recognise. Why I'm here, why I've been asleep until now, I can't remember very well.
Click, click, click.
The noise continues on.
There's no clock. Outside is deep darkness. My feeling is that it's just past midnight. The appearance of the room --- no, I can't see it well enough.
It isn't just that my limbs are heavy, it seems that up to my eyesight is failing as well.
Even though I can see the appearance of the room, there are places that are blurry and I can't survey all of it.
So, I resolve to grasp my situation, and finally I
(a shadow appears)
Before my eyes.
I noticed that someone had turned their back and sat down.
With no lights, due to my failing eyesight, I can't distinctly capture it.
Even so, I was able to read the figure was that of a male.
The man was sitting in a downcast manner.
His posture is like he is reading a book, and he doesn't notice me.
I feel like he's absorbed in something.
I wonder what he's doing. Slowly, I raise my body to the point of a push up, and inspect the man at close quarters.
It was easier to believe that my limbs had recovered, than that my eyesight had. (she uses the word "the mentality that...")
Once I get moving, mobility should return.
(screen changes to a tile game)
The thing the man was concentrating on wasn't a book.
That... probably, was a moving picture puzzle.
A simple minded game, breaking the picture into 16 pieces, shuffling each piece, then moving pieces to the empty block to return to the original picture... that sort of thing.
Something that everyone has probably held at one point, a child's amusement.
(changes back to living room)
The man is concentrating on the puzzle.
I stopped gazing, and raise my body to a sitting position on the sofa, (in the form of sitting on the sofa I raise my body)
"So, you've woken up, Master."
(the shadow appears again)
As if he's a friend who's known me for ten years, the man raises his voice.
I show my surprise in a mumbling voice.
"Hm? Don't tell me you've gone back to sleep.
Come now, open your eyes already! Your eyes are dying, where's your normal alert appearance gone?"
The man is cackling.
It's a harsh voice, but he doesn't seem like he's angry.
Dazedly, I stare strangely at the man.
"Why, am I...?"
In any case, I give priority to that question first.
To find out why I was asleep, why I can't remember anything.
The main lowers his eyebrows --- even though I can't see well it's a strange story --- and pointed to the corner of the room.
In the corner was an old, clouded full-length mirror.
"Find out for yourself.
Because, you can do anything by yourself."
With uncertain steps I head towards the mirror.
There aren't any lights, and the pale moonlight sets off the darkness.
In one room of the unknown western house, stood the long, neglected for goodness knows how long cloudy mirror surface.
(changes to the mirror)
Looking at myself uncertainly, as if I can see without error, my reflection stands.
(the reflection clears)
I gasp. (my voice leaks)
It's incomprehensible. There's something astonishing about the figure I've associated as me for more than 20 years.
My red hair and eyes have taken on a dark cast.
The unkind figure, the one who can do nothing but coerce other people.
As if to deny womanhood, that manly outer armour.
That is me. The same until now, never changing, Bazett Fraga McRemitz.
(zooms on her face)
Even so, I'm surprised at myself.
I feel as if the me that's reflected in the mirror is somehow wrong.
There's something extra, something that's lacking that should be there.
This discrepancy floats through my mind,
(focusses on the mirror's crack)
"Have you calmed down? If you've learned what you wanted to, let's go and kill them.
It isn't characteristic for you to keep doing the same thing, Master."
With those words, my small discomfort is gone.
Why did I forget that word?
The war to bring about miracles, the survivor of the Seven Magi, the foundation of the Holy Grail, employing the most powerful of spells.
I came for that reason.
Happening on the island nation of the Orient, I came here in order to participate in that ceremony called "The Holy Grail War".
(returns to the mirror, without Bazett)
It is a relic that is said to grant the wishes of it's possessor, but there are none who have taken the true Grail.
It was only a legend after all. The Grail summoned in the district of Fuyuki is a fake that imitated that legend.
Although, even if it isn't the original, if a machine has the power to grant wishes then it is praised as a "Holy Grail".
To magi, it doesn't matter if it's real or not.
Really, the problem is whether or not the imitation has power, to give an example, the Fuyuki Grail was said to "have great problems".
(a spark of light appears)
"--- The named 726th Grail may possibly contain the real Grail. To preserve the order we envision, keep this from the human world---!"
The Mages Association that I belong to... the organised body formed in order to conceal magi... was below that format.
(screen goes black)
The other Holy Grail Wars are, to magi, competitions.
The numbers that can participate in the Fuyuki Grail War are limited, and the Association held only a single place.
The one who is chosen must be a specialist in battle.
The best man for the job is not one who studies magecraft but one who puts military force into practice.
(screen lightens on a sky)
...With no relation whatsover to the infighting of the factions of the island country's Association, just a troublesome ceremony.
A battle where defeat is unforgivable, yet the winner receives no honour.
For that battle, I was chosen.
Use the relic delivered to your house as a catalyst to summon the Servant.
Having confidence in the prestige of the Association, I shouldered my sword and went after the Association (must check)
"We have not the slightest doubt.
Isn't that so, Bazett Fraga McRemitz?
You are a brilliant magus. In relation to battle, you are second to none. Because your position is procarious, you see." (once again, a little ?)
A sly smile playing on their lips, they sent me away.
Just as they said, I have supreme confidence in my battle abilities, and bore their scorn.
Those two names. To tell of my lineage, it's an old blood line of magi, but my path was determined.
(Screen changes to Bazett in the mirror)
"...That's right. I was a Master, and participated in the Holy Grail War."
To the magi of the Association, to challenge the Holy Grail War and emerge victorious.
That was my duty.
I expected that to be my only duty.
(screen goes fuzzy)
...So then, why?
I've got a vague feeling that I was searching for something that wasn't the Holy Grail.
For something. For someone.
Something, stronger than the Holy Grail, the thought that I wanted to meet someone,
I can't remember.
In these passing days, what happened to me?
Even though I can confirm what I am, after that - my memories after arriving in the Fuyuki district are unclear.
I have memories of having fought as a Master.
I have memories of patrolling the district with my Servant.
But there are missing places here and there. For days... that's right, I remember a mist descending after I arrived in the district.
From the beginning, why am I in this western room, why have I been sleeping until now??
"Oy. You can't just stand around all day you know.
We don't have time, so let's go and clean up all ready."
(view shifts back to the room)
... That shadow that spoke a little while ago.
He is a Servant. A hero of the past, summoned and given form in my service.
Called Heroic Spirits, a magic of the highest rank humans can employ.
There is a link to provide mana between Masters and Servans.
My mana... putting it plainly, my life force... is moving that Servant, and feels as if it's keeping my body together as well as keeping that Servant in this world.
There is no mistake he is my Servant.
Although... was the Servant I summoned really the one over there...?
"You... you're my Servant?"
Suffering a headache I ask that question.
With doubts growing, the Servant stands and stared at me.
"Heh. Hey, you.
You mean to say you still haven't returned to normal condition?"
The smouldering shadow, was like a flame.
...it was intuition.
This man may be my Servant, but he is not even close to an ally.
He is the type of brute that, given the chance, would murder his master to become free.
The relationship between Master and Servant is not that of lord and peasant, only one where there is an agreement based on mutual interests.
If you show little looseness, few mistakes, then they'll take any opportunity to betray you.
"Hey. Your worried partner is asking you a question. Isn't it polite to answer?"
"--- You're right. To be frank, my efficiency is declining.
Motion is not a hindrance, but my consciousness is confused. Especially, my memories of yesterday are unclear."
Hiding my confused memories is not an advantage.
I return the Servant's stare, and highligheted my shortcoming.
However, what you should hide you hide.
My failing eyesight, the fact I have no memories that are unclouded, I cannot tell him these things.
... Those are the shortcomings of the current me. If I spoke, this Servant would instantly skin me with his teeth.
The best I can do, behaving naturally while drawing information from the Servant, attempting to piece together my memories.
"You're memories are fuzzy? Don't you know anything about summoning me? You're saying you don't know anything about the Holy Grail War or who you are?
Now wait a sec, excuse me! You're trying to tell me I've been paired with a complete amateur?!"
(the shadow disappears)
"No, I know quite clearly who I am.
I also remember summoning you, and participating in the Holy Grail War as a Master. What's unclear is after that.
For example, why I was sleeping here, I just can't seem to remember."
Not showing my timidity, I speak the truth.
Whether I succeeded, having a Servant clears the doubtful odour.
"I would like to question again.
Will you tell me why I was sleeping here?"
(the shadow appears on the left)
"I know why you're here.
You were the one who said you'd use this place as a hideout, and the one who said she would rest because she was tired after summoning me was you.
You don't remember even that?"
Certainly --- before visiting the Fuyuki district, I researched a suitable hideout that was used by the Association in the battle.
Inside there... Yeah, I must have found this western building.
(screen flashes red)
...my consciousness mists over.
The feeling my memories are returning grows distant.
I'm not really overdoing it, and I have to hear the Servant's information.
"So the one who chose this western building as a hideout, was me, right? I have memory of that.
And then --- I summoned you."
... I vaguely remember.
I certainly formed a contract with a Servant in this western building.
(the shadow appears again)
"Right, right! And, you instantly became sleepy. You gave your name, and then said 'Don't do anything until I wake up'.
So I've just been sitting around here, collecting dust.
Even though you called me to kill, why did you you leave me just waiting here?"
Just my name...?
No, more importantly, this Servant's protest is dangerous.
There's a reasonable limit to belligerence, but if he likes battle more than necessary I'll be in trouble.
"Wait. I wish to confirm, did we have an agreement on a battle plan?"
"Nup. Surely we didn't need one.
You probably investigated this district beforehand, and what sort of thing the Holy Grail War is was hammered into my head before you summoned me.
Speed before need, efficiently, not choosing a method, just saying it was good provided we killed the other Masters. It wasn't a discussed point or anything."
"...ge, don't force such a face, you. Don't stare at me like that, you're scaring me.
What, have I said something that upset you?"
"Yes. It seems you need some mutual understanding. That my Servant would be so thoughtless is irritating.
I am the representative magus of the Association, and I don't have the inclination to wield a wild animal."
I coerce the Servant with my eyes.
The Servant starts, and averts himself from my gaze,
"..... Well. Mutual understanding, is someting I don't think I can do."
He murmured like other people.
"That's fine. Well, what, what sort of battle does the Grand High Association Representative like?"
"We cannot fight in secret, pointless battles.
Firstly, our priority is researching the enemy Masters. Once we know what sort of war it will be this time, we can consider in what order we will defeat them, then switch to annihilating each and every one."
Those are instructions from the Association.
First we have to research the Masters from the three families controlling the Grail War, the Einzberns, the Tohsakas and the Makiris.
After that, we research the remaining three Masters.
There may be Masters who would give up their Masterhood after consulataion, and there may be talents that should be under the protection of the Association.
To take action while all the Masters have not assembled would cause shame for an Association magus.
(the shadow appears again)
"Hmm? Certainly we aren't dogs who spend our energy running around, but do we have the time to be this leisurely?
Let's kill a Master when we find them. In the end, it's the same as crushing them. If we meet with them, they can't run and we can't let them run."
...It wasn't said until now.
I feel the same way, but I can't go against the Association's way of doing things.
"You will obey. This organisation in order to conceal the mysteries of the Association. We cannot make an unseemly uproar.
Also, if we fight in confusion, then a sacrifice from the general peoples will have to be made.
Obtaining the Grail is our utmost priority, but we must strive to keep the people of this district from becoming caught up in it all."
This objective isn't purely the Mage's Association's.
The Grail War is chewed over by the Sacred Church as well.
In the case that damage in the district occurs, they strenuously try to conceal it, and smoothly allow the ceremony to continue.
But, whether it gets to that degree revolves on our enemies.
Last time, in the Fourth War, there were Masters who indiscriminately killed many people. So, the Father supervising brought down heavy penalties on the offender.
"...Hmm. I wonder if that's the method of choosing.
I don't remember, but isn't there something about it being better not to kill and being the only survivor?"
"The point isn't to be the survivor. We are magi. If there's something necessary we order it.
Although, it probably makes sense to provide the basic defence to people."
"Heh. Ah, well then."
The energy fell from his voice.
Apathetically, the Servant took a breath,
(the screen flashes red and darkens)
"...Hey, why don't you use a command seal on me?
Something like, don't disobey me. If you don't, I might kill you first."
I clear my throat.
...This Servant is serious.
He isn't considering the consequences.
The rule of co-operating with a Master for one's own self defence wasn't applying here.
This guy was seriously aiming for my throat.
He told me to use a command seal to protect against that.
The ability of a Master to issue absolute commands three times.
The powerful 'command spell' given by the Holy Grail.
Only usable three times, but a Master's trump card that forces obedience to their command.
So I answer immediately.
"---I decline. A master is never ordered by his pet dog,
and he who is killed by their pet does not deserve to be called master.
You are MY Servant. I shall decide how you move and when you challenge death."
I answer murderous intent with murderous intent.
In any case, if I use a command seal for something as small a degree as this then I have no future.
Clenching my right fist, I carve a rune into the floor with my heel so as to be ready to meet any attack.
"I see. Mm, if that's the way it is then I'll try and change the way I think.
OK, I'm you're Servant. I will obey my master."
The Servant folded too easily.
...How do you say it, it was a bit of a letdown.
Even though my breast had warned that he would leap at me and I would know his power here.
"Hm? What, you still got something to say?"
"N, no, no problems, but,
... really, do you understand what I've said?"
"Yeah. Don't generate corpses if I can help it, right?
I understand your plan of action. Anything else? Anything left to say?"
...There are a mountain of little things, but I don't have anything I should say in terms of a strategy. Afterwards is just giving directions by responding to the situation.
"Right. If that's all, let's go already. Adjusting is nice, but I'm sick of sitting around here."
Let's go out to the districts, the Servant urged me.
My body's still unstable, but I want to know the situation of the town.
And --- seeing as how I've been asleep all this time, I really just want to get my body moving again.
"...I understand. Let's change our small battle plan depending on the situation."
For the moment, I'll leave Rach here.
There are limits to that sword, and I can't use it with my body in this condition.
Once we've identified the other Masters, I can decide who best to use it against.
"But hey, 'don't generate corpses if I can help it', hey. Hehehe. I like it, maybe it would be great if I could do that."
The Servant repeated playfully.
"...If you have any implications say them straight.
Any opinions about my strategy, let's sort it out right here."
"I said I understand. Hey, you're scary, so I'm not going to pick a fight with you just yet.
But you know, that's impossible, Master.
There's no relationship to generating corpses or getting others involved here.
Cause no matter how hard you go at it, this town is only around for four days."
(screen goes black)
...? Only around, for four days?
(back to the shadow)
"...What, did you say?"
"You'll understand when we go outside. It isn't quite the situation you think it is. Cause the people in this district have been slowly cut down by a 'party of mysterious animals' for days now."
"A party of mysterious animals you say...?
That's stupid. You, you're just playing a farce because my memories are confused-"
"When you go outside you'll understand. Seeing is believing after all."
The crushing Servant tittered away.
The black shadow grasped the hand of the lost me and started to walk.
"Come on, let's go on to the Holy Grail War, Bazett Fraga McRemitz.
---This time, to find your wish."
Look out for the rest in the coming weeks. And thanks for your comments guys.