The fanfic is going to be long with a lot of chapters and i hope the story will be interesting to you, so let's begin.
Chapter 1: Dreaming
”I am the bone of my sword,
Steel is my body and fire is my blood.
I have created over a thousand,
Unknown to Death,
Nor known to Life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons,
Yet those hands will never hold anything.
So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works.”
When he came to, he was in a burning field. There was a big fire. The familiar town had turned to ashes and it looked like the remains of a battlefield from a movie.
That didn't last long, the fire died down as soon as the sun rose. The tall wall of flames had shortened and most of the buildings had fallen.
It felt strange for him to the only thing that had it's original form. He was the only one who was still alive. He must have been really lucky or his house was built on a lucky spot. It's uncertain which of those is true, but the point is he was the only one alive.
He felt that since he survived, he should live on. He started walking because he thought that it would be dangerous just to stay there. He wasn't concerned about getting burned like the other people around him. Probably because, over not wanting to be like them, he had a stronger feeling in his mind.
But he had no hope. It was still alive, so he didn't expect to be saved. He won't survive. Whatever happens, he won't be able to escape from this red world.
It is such an absolute hell that even a small child could understand it.
And he collapsed. Was it because there was no air? Was it because no function was left in his body? Whatever it was he collapsed and stared at the clouded sky. Everything around him was burned up and he could see many shriveled people.
The dark clouds loomed overhead, telling him it would rain soon. That was good news. The fire will be put down once it rains. In the end, he sighed deeply and looked at the sky. He says to himself that it hurts. He says so on behalf of all the people who couldn't.
That happened 10 years ago. After that he was miraculously saved. His body survived, but all other thing about him burned up and was reduced to ashes.
If you take away a child's parents, home and all such things, there is nothing left for him. That's why there was only his body. It's a simple story. In other words, in order to let his body live, his heard died.
Chapter 2: 10 years ago
He is dreaming. He squints his eyes to the bright light. “Too bright” he says. It was just light entering his eyes when he woke up, but he is not used to it. He didn’t even understand what the bright light meant. When his eyes focus, he is surprised. He is lying on an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. He is surprised but the room is so white and clean that he feels safe. “Where am I?” he murmurs. He looks around. The room is big and there are many beds. A person is in each bed and everyone seems to be hurt. But nothing feels strange in this room. Everyone who was hurt is someone who was saved. He relaxes and lets his eyes wonder. Outside the window the bright blue sky was unbelievably beautiful. After a few days he finally understood. He could clearly remember what had happened in the past few days. Even so, he was no different than a new born baby. Not just a metaphor but close to the truth. It was a terrible fire. He had been saved from it, was in a hospital with his body wrapped in bandages and his parents gone. He didn’t get the situation, but he vaguely understood that he was alone. He understood quickly. There was nothing but children in similar situations around him, so all he could do is absorb the fact. And after that a man came, right when he was beginning to worry what will happen to him next.
I was there too, I was there at that horrible night as well searching for survivors.
I watched the young boy who lost his parents and was visited by a strange man right when his bandages were taken off and he was able to eat without help.
Wrinkled coat and uncombed hair. The man, a bit younger than the doctor felt more like a big brother than a father. “Hello, you must be Shirou-kun” the man spoke. A smile that seems to melt into the light sunlight. I think it was a suspicious voice, but a very kind one. “I will ask you directly. Which would you prefer? To go to an orphanage or to be adopted by this man you have never seen before.” The doctor said to the boy. That man was telling that he could adopt him. When the boy asked him if he was a relative of his the man said that he was just a stranger. He looked like an unreliable person with no future. But it made no difference, the boy didn’t know anything about him or the orphanage. So he decided to go with him. “I see, that’s good. Get ready quickly than. You should get used to your new home as fast as you can.” said the man, while quickly packing the boy’s stuff. His packing wasn’t very good, even in the eyes of a child. Than after making a big mess…. “Oh, I forgot to mention something important. I have to tell you one thing before you come with me.” he turns to the boy. “Is everything ok?” ask the boy. “Yeah. To start off with, I am a Sorcerer.” He says in a serious tone. It happened in an instant. He was really a child back than so he automatically believed those words. “Wow, you’re awesome.” The boy said with bright eyes. Since then he became his child. For his father, Emiya Kiritsugu, that might have been the happiest day of his life. And thus he became his adopted son and his last name became Emiya, Emiya Shirou. He was really proud to have the same last name as Kiritsugu.
He is still dreaming. This is a story of his childhood. It was when he finally convinced his father to make him his student. It was 8 years ago. When he was old enough to stay at home by himself, Kiritsugu started to leave the house on a regular basis. He would say in his normal tone that he would “travel” the world and he began to act on those words. That’s how it was after that. It was normal for him to leave the house empty for a month and he sometimes wouldn’t come home for half a year. The Emiya house is a big Japanese-style house and Kiritugu and Shirou were the only ones living there.
Emiya Kiritsugu would come home from his journeys and tell Shirou lots of stories from his travels.
To be continued.... ^-^
Chapter 1: Dreaming
”I am the bone of my sword,
Steel is my body and fire is my blood.
I have created over a thousand,
Unknown to Death,
Nor known to Life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons,
Yet those hands will never hold anything.
So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works.”
When he came to, he was in a burning field. There was a big fire. The familiar town had turned to ashes and it looked like the remains of a battlefield from a movie.
That didn't last long, the fire died down as soon as the sun rose. The tall wall of flames had shortened and most of the buildings had fallen.
It felt strange for him to the only thing that had it's original form. He was the only one who was still alive. He must have been really lucky or his house was built on a lucky spot. It's uncertain which of those is true, but the point is he was the only one alive.
He felt that since he survived, he should live on. He started walking because he thought that it would be dangerous just to stay there. He wasn't concerned about getting burned like the other people around him. Probably because, over not wanting to be like them, he had a stronger feeling in his mind.
But he had no hope. It was still alive, so he didn't expect to be saved. He won't survive. Whatever happens, he won't be able to escape from this red world.
It is such an absolute hell that even a small child could understand it.
And he collapsed. Was it because there was no air? Was it because no function was left in his body? Whatever it was he collapsed and stared at the clouded sky. Everything around him was burned up and he could see many shriveled people.
The dark clouds loomed overhead, telling him it would rain soon. That was good news. The fire will be put down once it rains. In the end, he sighed deeply and looked at the sky. He says to himself that it hurts. He says so on behalf of all the people who couldn't.
That happened 10 years ago. After that he was miraculously saved. His body survived, but all other thing about him burned up and was reduced to ashes.
If you take away a child's parents, home and all such things, there is nothing left for him. That's why there was only his body. It's a simple story. In other words, in order to let his body live, his heard died.
Chapter 2: 10 years ago
He is dreaming. He squints his eyes to the bright light. “Too bright” he says. It was just light entering his eyes when he woke up, but he is not used to it. He didn’t even understand what the bright light meant. When his eyes focus, he is surprised. He is lying on an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. He is surprised but the room is so white and clean that he feels safe. “Where am I?” he murmurs. He looks around. The room is big and there are many beds. A person is in each bed and everyone seems to be hurt. But nothing feels strange in this room. Everyone who was hurt is someone who was saved. He relaxes and lets his eyes wonder. Outside the window the bright blue sky was unbelievably beautiful. After a few days he finally understood. He could clearly remember what had happened in the past few days. Even so, he was no different than a new born baby. Not just a metaphor but close to the truth. It was a terrible fire. He had been saved from it, was in a hospital with his body wrapped in bandages and his parents gone. He didn’t get the situation, but he vaguely understood that he was alone. He understood quickly. There was nothing but children in similar situations around him, so all he could do is absorb the fact. And after that a man came, right when he was beginning to worry what will happen to him next.
I was there too, I was there at that horrible night as well searching for survivors.
I watched the young boy who lost his parents and was visited by a strange man right when his bandages were taken off and he was able to eat without help.
Wrinkled coat and uncombed hair. The man, a bit younger than the doctor felt more like a big brother than a father. “Hello, you must be Shirou-kun” the man spoke. A smile that seems to melt into the light sunlight. I think it was a suspicious voice, but a very kind one. “I will ask you directly. Which would you prefer? To go to an orphanage or to be adopted by this man you have never seen before.” The doctor said to the boy. That man was telling that he could adopt him. When the boy asked him if he was a relative of his the man said that he was just a stranger. He looked like an unreliable person with no future. But it made no difference, the boy didn’t know anything about him or the orphanage. So he decided to go with him. “I see, that’s good. Get ready quickly than. You should get used to your new home as fast as you can.” said the man, while quickly packing the boy’s stuff. His packing wasn’t very good, even in the eyes of a child. Than after making a big mess…. “Oh, I forgot to mention something important. I have to tell you one thing before you come with me.” he turns to the boy. “Is everything ok?” ask the boy. “Yeah. To start off with, I am a Sorcerer.” He says in a serious tone. It happened in an instant. He was really a child back than so he automatically believed those words. “Wow, you’re awesome.” The boy said with bright eyes. Since then he became his child. For his father, Emiya Kiritsugu, that might have been the happiest day of his life. And thus he became his adopted son and his last name became Emiya, Emiya Shirou. He was really proud to have the same last name as Kiritsugu.
He is still dreaming. This is a story of his childhood. It was when he finally convinced his father to make him his student. It was 8 years ago. When he was old enough to stay at home by himself, Kiritsugu started to leave the house on a regular basis. He would say in his normal tone that he would “travel” the world and he began to act on those words. That’s how it was after that. It was normal for him to leave the house empty for a month and he sometimes wouldn’t come home for half a year. The Emiya house is a big Japanese-style house and Kiritugu and Shirou were the only ones living there.
Emiya Kiritsugu would come home from his journeys and tell Shirou lots of stories from his travels.
To be continued.... ^-^