Fate/Clusterfuck (Fate/Stay Night)

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LuxuryLore said:

OPHELIA

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Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!

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Ophelia Phamrsolone was a Magus. But only one as of recently. She was, in truth, a newly graduated student. Barely considered an adult in the world of mysteries. Ophelia Phamrsolone was broken, a damaged person. Traumatized by youth and the world around her, her only solace being her own abilities, even forced upon her as they were. Ophelia Phamrsolone was wise, she did not accept gifts of power offered with no apparent cost.

Ophelia Phamrsolone…

Ophelia Phamrsolone was running.

The Clocktower was gone, ruined now, a shell of its former shelf. The Magus were gone now, barring a select few. And Ophelia didn't know where they had gone, the shadows were deeper now, the light had fled from the Clocktower, and things lurked within them. It had started simple enough, Lord Marisbury had summoned a servant. Oberon. Such a thing was unusual, a grand display of power for… Frankly, Ophelia didn't even know. But then things began to change. The servant was friendly, everyone adored him and fought for his attention, and he was gracious for it. He helped, he taught, and he gave gifts.

Then Lord Marisbury disappeared.

It had been a sudden thing, one moment he was there, then he simply… wasn't. But nobody seemed to notice or care. Not Lady Reines, who had latched herself to the side of Oberon and hardly even seemed to leave it. Nor Luvia, who hardly seemed even alive.

Ophelia ran, sprinting past a man in a suit. He was whimpering, crying on the floor, he was drawing a symbol onto the wall in chalk. A star with a flaming eye in the center. There were seven hundred of them.

She saw Kadoc, standing stock still in another hallway, staring at a wall with a crazed expression on his face. He wasn't blinking, he was barely breathing. Then she heard it, a roar so mighty it shook the foundations of the building itself, and she was running ever harder. A shadow was chasing her now, clawing and fast. It bounced from the walls and snuffed out every light it passed. She skidded around a corner, her legs pumping. She was the only one left, there had been others, other masters, others told to summon servants. And they had been corrupted, changed.

There were eight masters now in the Clocktower, and she was but one of them. And she was the only one left who still had her mind. Laughter surrounded her, and she passed a room filled with flaming priests, representatives of the church, screaming as they were burned alive. The shadows were closing now, crushing, all encompassing. The light was fading, and Ophelia Phamrsolone lept. The window broke around her, and at once she was out of the darkness and into the light.

"Now!" she screamed.

A steed of brilliant white appeared underneath her, and atop it was a rider bedecked in brilliant silver plate. She landed atop the saddle, and the howl of the beast of shadows sounded behind them, confined to the tower. The horse landed onto the rooftops, then continued, leaping from place to place as they darted above London."

The knight looked back. "Where next my master?"

"The airport, we need to get to Fuyuki… we need to get ahold of the grail before Oberon can."

"So very headstrong," the knight says smiling. "You remind me of Jimena, little master."

Ophelia glares.

The knight laughs. "It shall be done."

Then they were off, and the tower howled behind them.

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Regarding the Taiga Vote, it's called, and I'll probably do it in an omake to not crowd the quest. We're entering the final arc shortly, don't worry, still a good bit to go in any case.