Fate/Clusterfuck (Fate/Stay Night)

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[Of an Island]

Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!

Fun fact, Medea is not Greek, she's Georgian! … The Georgia just south of Russia specifically. Though in her time it would have been known as Egrisi to most everyone else except the natives! Not a ton is known about the Kingdom of Colchis, except that it was apparently both wealthy and busy, with dozens of local languages.

I'm using Greek themed music however, as the tale of Jason and the Argonauts is well, Greek, and for that matter it is far easier to find Greek (or faux-Greek) music than samples from a long extinct kingdom.

Also I like Age of Mythology.

Oh, and of the three options.

Good work picking the one that comes with the biggest Clusterfuck.

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You had never been to the beach. Not out of any particular malice or dislike on your part, you had 'been' to the beach, Fuyuki had two separate from the docks where people would regularly go during the summer to frolic and cool off. But you had never been to the beach, you had merely walked by or viewed it from a distance. Swimming never held any particular interest to you beyond exercise, and for that the pool at the school was more than enough for anything like that. As for entertainment? Taiga never showed much interest, and Kiritsugu seemed to have a virulent dislike for the beach so intense that you never thought it wise to ask him why.

You had never been to the beach, but… it was nice.

Though this was most definitely not Fuyuki. You stood on a shore that was a mix of gray rock and sand that deep blue water washed against in a slow pattern of pushing and pulling. The air was heavy with the scent of salt… but none of the oil that tended to cling around Fuyuki's shores. It was also remarkably warm in comparison, while back home the chill coming off of the Pacific would force you to wear a jacket, here you felt overdressed even in your relatively light winter uniform.

You were standing in an alcove, maybe twenty feet or so across in either direction, with a large wide endless deep blue sea that stretched out as far as your eyes could see. On either side of the alcove were tall cliffs, an almost silver gray due to the glint caused by the seawater that painted them. Further back behind… the beach quickly disappeared, instead replaced by tall and proud pine trees, their light brown barks complimenting the white sand as they cast long shadows across it. Between them, running from the beach through the forest is a path made of paved stone, almost invisible at first, you catch it by light reflecting off of a single stone, then the rest becomes slowly visible as your eyes adjust to picking out the stone amidst the leaves and dirt.

The path leads deeper into 'woods', little more than a copse of trees going back several acres before they fall away before a… temple? Perhaps of a sort, but certainly not Buddhist. This was built of white marble with columns you haven't seen outside of a school history textbook. It sat atop a rocky knoll, it's front facing out towards the beach, standing just in front of it was a statue of a woman, probably a good dozen feet high, in each of her hands is a torch, a real one at that, each burning faint with orange ligh-

You had never been on a roller-coaster either for that matter, but as you find yourself yanked across the island to the front of the temple like the unfortunate last-stander in a tug-of-war competition, you find you may have at least a small inkling of what it may feel like. You double over, whatever you ate last night threatening to com-

Wait.

Where the hell are you? The last thing you remember was working in the shed on your magecraft… if you could even call it that, then Caster said she needed mana and offered herself as your… servant was it?

Right.

A servant, a soul trapped in a human bod-

"You are looking rather ill piglet, did the sea not agree with you? Or perhaps you were so blinded by our temple's magnificence that you find yourself ill at ease to find yourself spellbound to such beauty. Or perhaps you are but simply sick, and require good food and request. Medea, go girl, make yourself useful and fetch food and drink for our guest, this is also within your duties as a priestess."

You blink, your vision swimming momentarily before your new position comes into focus. You are now standing behind the statue, where something previously hidden behind it is now revealed to you clearly. A colorful rug was laid out of red and blues, and sat upon it were several bowls of incense and herbs. Two girls sat upon it, or one with blue hair, and the other an orange. It was the one with orange hair that spoke to you in particular. She looked maybe Sakura's age, if not a year or so younger. Her hair was done up in a cut not dissimilar to those you had seen on office workers around town, though the length of her hair and the style of it was perhaps the only thing in common with any of those ladies.

Namely because, much like Caster, she had pointed ears, though these stuck out to the side a good several inches away from the head, unlike Caster's who had a more upwards tilt. She also, possibly far more obviously, had large wings coming out from around her shoulders, a deep brown, they wrapped around her and made what was already a rather small looking girl even smaller. Her clothes however were beautiful, fine white clothes detailed in gold, though… rather distractingly open around the center, revealing the fact that the woman was rather clearly not wearing a bra.

She's also grinning at you, though your attention is drawn to the side as the other girl shifts. She's a fair bit smaller, though to her credit the orange-haired woman is wearing platform shoes of a height you haven't seen outside of a traditional play. She is also, for a lack of a better description, dressed not much unlike the shows Taiga used to shove in front of you when you were younger. A light blue dress that flowed around her, bedecked much like the other girl in golden ornaments.

Her hair was long, even done up in a ponytail. It was enough to reach all the way down her back to drape onto the rug, and it was a very familiar light blue. You felt a twinge of recognition, the ears, the eyes, the hair, and a moment later you knew you were staring at-

"Auntie, there isn't anyone there?" Caster says, tilting her head and looking rather confused.

"Truly now… how very interesting," the orange-woman says.

You draw your gaze back towards her, and with little clicks of her shoes against the flat marble ground she walks towards you, amusement clear as day in her gaze. You stand still, letting her approach, and she eventually comes to a stop just a few inches away, her gaze traveling over you for several long awkward moments before she nods with a small smile. "So it's finally time then for you, is it?"

You blink. "Time for… what, exactly?"

The girl grins a pleased, but predatory grin. "Medea dear, your training is done for now, return to the temple and enjoy a day off."

"But what ab-" 'Medea' starts to say.

"That was not a request, go along now dear." The girl says, her tone a touch firmer.

Caster nods rapidly, standing up quickly and jogging off towards the interior of the temple. Leaving you alone with the other girl a moment later.

You jerk as she suddenly moves, her hands landing on either side of your face as she gazes into your eyes. "What an odd man she has chosen, but my Medea was always an odd little girl." The girl says slowly and quietly. "So much pain has yet to come to her, will you protect her from that?"

You look towards where the girl ran off into the temple. "Is she in danger?"

The girl in front of you smiles just a touch wider. "Oh, how very driven. What a good little piglet. Tell me boy, what is your name?"

"Shirou," you say, bringing your gaze back down. "Shirou Emiya."

"Shirou…" The girl says, popping her mouth as if tasting your name. "Do you want to become a hero?"

You stiffen.

"You don't need to answer," the girl continues. "My name boy, is Circe, and I know everything about you." Circe then hops back, her wings outstretched even as her hands clasp in front of her chest. "And you are going to help my darling little Medea aren't you?"

"... Yes." You say firmly. "Though I don't know what happened to her yet."

Circe giggles, a hand moving to her mouth. "She'll tell you in time, or she won't. That girl does so love her secrets." She then moves it away to wave it airily. "We shall have to discuss more in the future, for now you are returning to where you belong. But fiiiiirst." She then steps forward again, an impish smile on her face. "Would you like a boon from this Grand Witch?"

You open your mouth to reply, but before you can she reaches up a finger, and… pokes you on the forehead.

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[] [Clairvoyance]
You will receive dialogue samples in all vote options moving forward.

[] [Lessons for the Piglet]
Circe is a great teacher, you just need to visit her in your dreams from time to time… and keep it a secret from Medea at her request.

[] [A Blessing]
Sometimes, a blessing from the gods is all one needs to get out of danger. Though in what shape they may come, or how, or when, is but for the oracles to divine and the gods to decide.

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Sorry for the shorter length, but I figured the content made up for it. And if you feel like these options may or may not be over the top.

Well.

It's a Clusterfuck.