Fate/Clusterfuck (Fate/Stay Night)
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The tale of a grail war gone mad. As a young boy finds a dying witch in a park, many destinies are altered. And in distant England, a shadow stirs.
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1.0 - A Beginning

Erien

God's Weakest Soldier
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Georgia
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He/Him

Coverart courtesy of Savadava on Twitter.

Welcome to Fate/Clusterfuck!

Some may know me for other stories, on this forum notably On Angel's Wings and By The Homeworld I'll Someday Be Banned From.

I have been a fan of the Fate franchise since I was about eleven years old, but this is my first foray into writing for it beyond some oneshots. I am no expert in the lore of the franchise, few really are, but I will be doing my best with this zany universe. As for canon, I have played the original visual novel, Ataraxia, and Extra, though I have never paid much attention to Grand Order pre-lostbelts. As such, if I mess anything up that involves Grand Order shenanigans, please let me know… though it likely won't affect much.

This story will have adult content on par with the source material.

In any case, please enjoy!

Oh, and,

Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!




View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xb3UmzOqios

January, 2004.

Fuyuki City.


Your name… was Shirou Emiya. That wasn't… really your name, but it was the name you had always known, or rather, only known for yourself. You had another name once, but it was lost and, you suppose, rather unimportant in the grand scheme of things. You were seventeen, just turned seventeen in fact, and you lived a relatively uneventful life in Fuyuki City. Every day you went to school, met up with your friends, then returned home for study, practice, and sleep.

It was, as a whole, ordinary and monotonous. One might call it boring, but then, you never mind being boring to begin with. One step forward at a time, making your way through life, chasing your goals, but never losing sight of the present in order to obtain them. That's how you did things, that's how you had always done things.

Of course.

Things changed… that night. Well, that wouldn't be fair either. You'd say it was a rather rapid series of nights in a row all coalescing into one gigantic mess of screwups and explosions. Demigods, heroes, villains, creatures from other worlds and everything else you might have not even begun to imagine.

But it started with that night.



"Shirou! Remember to get the good stuff, the good stuff! Wagyu!" Taiga calls out from the living room.

You glance back from the threshold of the door, where your guardian was all warm underneath the kotatsu while you were about to walk out into the snow.

"Sure sure." You reply, then slide the door closed behind you. "If you want the good stuff then maybe you shouldn't eat everything in the pantry," you grumble, quietly so that Taiga doesn't hear you. With a sigh, you begin making your way out of the Emiya residence and into the city proper. It was evening, late in the evening in fact. Eight o'clock on a Wednesday evening, the best time to go grocery shopping.

But… you couldn't complain, besides your part-time job she was paying for this herself, and she has been taking care of you so long that it would be very ungrateful for you not to spend her dinner money the way she requested.

… Can't help the cold though.

You press your body in against yourself as you walk, your shoes clapping against the wet, frozen sidewalk as you make your way through the night towards the nearby grocery store. It had been a cold winter, and it was, paradoxically, only seeming to get colder as January turned to February. But still, there was a beauty to it, with the lights spread about the city in the rolling hills, it almost gave the appearance of twinkling christmas lights, even a full month past the season as the reds, blues, yellows and whites of the city flicker and fade in the darkness of the evening.

Your body moved on autopilot, winding your way through the streets. The grocery store was familiar, and luckily still open for another half hour. You had gotten a few odd looks at your arrival, but you were beyond the age of curfew, and besides… not a lot of crime one could get up to with a pound of steak on a Wednesday evening. At least, nothing you want to be privy to.

With the bag slung over your shoulder, the meat wrapped in ice, you begin to make your way back.

"Need to talk to Taiga about doing some of the grocery shopping herself from time to time…" you mutter, shaking your head as you make your way past the park. The snow had stopped, transitioning to a faint, but cold rain, just enough to annoy you but not enough to make getting an umbrella worth it. A cold, wintery, rainy evening in the boring life of Shirou Emiya.

But then… you saw something there in the part, something laying on the ground.

The bag loosened in your fingers, and your legs were moving before you even recognized what you were doing. Running across the park, nearly slipping on the icey wet cobbled stone of the park, you come to a stop next to the figure. It's-



[] [A woman in blue, bleeding on the ground]

[] [A woman with white hair, laying next to a tree covered in dirt]

[] [A woman in a suit with red hair, she's missing an arm]

[] [A girl with pink hair, she is… sprawled on top of a shield?]




Next chapter will be much longer. This was just the setup.
 
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1.1 - Circumstance

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[A woman in blue, bleeding on the ground]

Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!




There were many fates possible for Shirou Emiya, many of them resulted in his death. While a few, shining examples showed him becoming the Hero he always wanted to be and changing the world, however insignificantly, for the better. For those times he fought, bled, and died. And after his death he would only keep doing so, for that is what it meant to be Shirou Emiya.

There was a woman of gold, a proud knight and woman both. Less than human, but more human than most all the same.

There was a woman of red, a magus of talent… and kindness, hidden behind a porcelain shell built by her own beliefs.

There was a woman of purple, a hurt, cursed child. Whose existence was torment held together by a sliver of hope not yet torn away.

This is not any of those.

This fate is of a woman betrayed, cast away by those she loved, used and then thrown away like a plaything of the gods. This fate is that of a knight, great and powerful, yet who has suffered failure caused by belief and madness.

This is the story of how it all went wrong.

This is but one possibility amongst many.

This is Fate/Clusterfuck.



You're running, slipping, sliding a little, your breath coming in pants as you finally come to a skidding stop next to the woman. She's dressed in robes, heavy ones… but not the kind people normally wear to keep warm. These are almost… priestly? From the temple? No, not likely. Something else, something not important. What's important is that the woman is hardly breathing, her eyes are glassy, unfocused. Her purple robes are darker in places, surrounding spots where the cloth is torn.

She's been stabbed, more than once. A mugger? Maybe. No. Not important. Her eyes vaguely look in your direction, like Taiga after a long night of drinking. Before, once more like Taiga, they drift off to view a tree with particular fascination.

Bending down you hoist the woman up into your arms, she's light, very light. And she's as cold as the water around her.

"N-..." The woman says, faintly, weakly.

It was less than a word, but more than a sound, as you glance back down to see if she is becoming more cognizant her head lolls to the side.

"Miss?" you ask, shifting her slightly, only to get no response.



You are running again a second later, back out of the park, your hand stabbing out to grab the bad of food along the way. If you don't hurry, the woman may die. If you don't get the wagyu, you may die. It was lucky the streets of Fuyuki were abandoned this time of night, as the year cooled down people became less and less active on the streets, at least, in this part of town. The hills and ice made walking out at night a bigger pain that it was worth.

Which was good for you, as you sprinted back to home with a bleeding unconscious woman in your arms, you don't think you could explain that to the police quickly even if you wanted to. Your house was closer than the hospital, a lot closer, and at the very least you could get her somewhere warm. Your feet crunch through the snow, and you do your best impression of a figure skater more than once as you go sliding along the pavement towards the far north-end of town once more.



"Shirou! Did you get me the wagyuuuuu have a dead woman!" Taiga screams as you slam open the door to the Emiya Residence.

There's a loud clatter as Taiga upends the table she was sitting under in her haste to stand, shock painted across your guardian's face as she points an accusatory finger at you.

"She was unconscious in the park," you say quickly, moving to set her down by the heater. "She'd been stabbed."

"Wh-what?" Taiga says, the finger dropping. She then crouches down next to you, her hands moving to the torn open sections of clothing. "We need to call the hospital, how long has she been like this?" Taiga asks, more serious than you've seen her in… a while.

"No idea," you reply. "I only found her ten minutes ag-"

"No… hospital." The woman croaks out.

You both snap your heads down to look at her, she's still pale, her eyes still unfocus as she gazes up at the ceiling. "No… hosp…" she says again, her head lolling to the side once more halfway through the word.

… "Blankets, I'll get blankets and bandages. Shirou, soup!" Taiga orders, then gets up in a scramble running back towards the hall.

"What!? Why aren't we calling the hospital?" you call out after her, only to get no response.

You grimace, then look back down at the woman. Her hood has fallen back, revealing her damp soaked hair. It was an off-color blue, almost purple, and sticking out the sides of it were two… elfin ears. Body modification? Not unheard of in Fuyuki, even if such a thing was usually seen as distasteful. But then between that and the clothes…

Not important, getting back up onto your own feet, you spare the woman another glance before you make your way over to the kitchen.



"She's warmed up," Taiga announces.

You look back from where you were setting the bowls of soup down on the countertop, small chunks of wagyu floating in it along with some spinach and carrot. Taiga had pulled most of the robes away, revealing pale, cold skin littered in wounds. Most were scratches, but amongst them were a few notable deep cuts and… burns.

She had since been cleaning and bandaging all of them, slowly turning the blue-haired woman into some form of mummy. A small part of your brain wondered why Taiga knew how to bandage severe burns and stab wounds. A larger part of your brain guessed it had something to do with Raiga and it was best not to think on that further.

Especially when you had soup to feed to people.

Coming back around the corner you take a seat neat to Taiga, setting her own bowl beside her while you gently start to stir the bowl you would feed to the rapidly warming woman with a spoon. You glance over at your guardian, a look of consternation is on the woman's face, a not unusual look, though the situation definitely was. Your guardian was a silly sort of person, a prankster that tended to act far younger than she looked. Now though, she was panicked when you came in, and now she had hardly said a word for the past half hour it had taken you to get the food together.

"You can be serious when you want to be Taiga." You say, trying to lighten the mood.

Taiga purses her lips, a faint hint of a smile coming on. "I'm always serious, it's my students that don't show me the respect I deserve."

A groan from the woman causes you both to look towards her, almost banging your heads together in the process. She's still laying back on the floor, bandages on her stomach, arms, neck and legs. Not everything was bleeding, but Taiga seemed more than a little eager to get every spot that was injured possible. The woman's eyes open slowly, no longer having their glassy haze. They were blue, almost the exact same shade as her hair in fact, and as you watch they go through a series of miriad phases.

Confused.

More confused.

Then panicked.

The woman lurches upwards, flailing, and Taiga dives to catch her before she falls forward. You heroically move as well, sliding the bowls of soup out of the way as the woman dangles in Taiga's arms.

"Woah there!" Taiga says, wrestling with the woman like a flailing cat as she struggles and fights in a blind panic. "Shirou, her hands!"

You dart forward, grabbing onto the woman's wrists. It takes a moment of struggle, but you manage to hold them in place, and come face to face with the woman in the process. Her panic starts to lessen, then cease entirely as she stares into your eyes, before she finally comes to a stop, panting ever so slightly. "Boy. Kill me." The woman says, her voice hoarse.

"... No." You say after a moment. "What happened to you?"

The woman pulls back, slowly, a smile on her face forming that isn't really a smile at all. "Betrayed someone." She says simply, like that explains anything.

It doesn't, actually. At all. But instead you point down at the bowl. "Well, I made some soup. Would you like to be taken to the hospital?"

The woman looks down at the steaming bowl, eyeing it warily, before she reaches down for it. Taiga pulls back, as do you to get her some space. The woman lifts the bowl, staring at it for several seconds like she expected it to be poisoned. Then as you watch she simply lifts the thing and downs it. A loud slurping sound fills the room as both you and Taiga stare in amazement as the woman drinks the entire thing over a period of several seconds, her throat moving rapidly as she apparently tries to make up for a week's worth of lost meals in an instant.

She eventually stops, placing the bowl back down onto the floor where you see it is now bereth of broth, vegetables, and meat. Taiga you note, is slowly moving her own bowl away, she then grabs it and stabs up. "Shirou, I'll be borrowing some of the tupperware, I'm heading out."

You blink, then jerk your head towards the woman. "You are? What abou-"

Taiga turns her head to give you a look, it's not one you like. It's like the one she gives to students who anger her, but this one actually looks like she might tear your head off if you question her. "I need to head back home, don't do anything untowards."

Then as you watch, your guardian pours the soup into some tupperware and… leaves the house, leaving you alone with the mystery woman. Slowly, you turn your head back, only to find yourself staring eye to eye at the woman, who is… not exactly glaring, or doing anything in fact. She's just staring at you, a blank expression on her face as she watches your every move.

"I'm Shirou," you say with a smile, trying to break the tension. "What's… your name?"

"... Caster." The woman says after several moments, her tone flat and even.

You blink, slowly. Staring at the woman, before you slowly reach for your own bowl of soup. "Alright Caster, how are you feeling?" a codename? Maybe. With those stab wounds she could be one of Raiga's… friends. Those friends who you weren't supposed to pay attention to that you sometimes caught watching the house out of the corner of your eye.

The woman… Caster, doesn't respond regardless, instead she just stares at you.

Smiling at her as best you can, you quickly eat your own soup, trying to ignore the fact that she never stopped watching you the entire time.

You eat your meal in record time. Grabbing your own bowl, along with hers and Taiga's, you quickly deposit them in the sink and clean them. Then, making your way back into the dining room you offer her a hand. "Do you think you can walk? Otherwise I can carry you to a guest room you can use."

The woman stares at the hand for a moment, unblinking, then as you watch she calmly gets up and onto her feet, stumbling slightly for a moment as she ignores your offered hand, before standing strongly as if her wounds didn't bother her.

Your smile cracks a little, and the woman pulls her robes back around her body once more, leaving her head exposed, as she waits for you to… lead on you hope. Nodding, you walk past her down the hallway, glancing back as you pass the threshold to see the woman following along behind you like a wraith.

Your father's house was large, larger than most of the other's at school. This came with the benefit of having plenty of rooms to use at least, even if the vast majority sat unused and gathering dust that you had to clean every weekend. "Here's your guest room," you say after a few moments of walking. Opening the door to the unused room. It held little more than a made futon and an empty desk, but you kept it prepped on the odd occasion Taiga asked to stay over for the night.

The woman peers past you into the space, saying nothing. You take a step back, allowing her to look inside. You move a hand to your cheek, scratching it awkwardly. Then gesture down the hall towards another door. "That's the bathroom, if you want to take a bath I can give you some spare clothes. They're… mine, so sorry about that, but they should fit you. Taiga keeps her products here though so you can clean yourself up withou-"

"I'll be fine." The woman says simply.

She doesn't sound annoyed, nor does she raise her voice. Instead she turns her head to look at you, her expression blank. Which you are starting to suspect is her default expression. She says nothing however, just staring at you, studying you.

"... Well, tomorrow's a school day so I'll need to be heading to bed. I'm just outside that door and in that room." You say, pointing off in the opposite direction. "Feel free to knock if you need me."

The woman steps forward into the room, the door sliding shut behind her. Leaving you to stand in the silence and darkness of the hallway. You find yourself standing in front of the door for several long moments afterwards, wondering what you are supposed to be doing. Before your legs start doing what your brain doesn't, namely, carry you away from the door and towards your room by consequence.

The cold night has only grown colder with the passing of time, and you quickly make your way across and into your bedroom. The room was, thankfully, as you had last left it, and you didn't so much lay as fall onto the futon, one hand moving to your head as you stared up at the ceiling… you forgot to practice today, you'll need to make up for it tomorrow. Once in the morning, one in the evening, to make up for lost time.

Shifting your body, you tap your alarm to adjust it to be an hour earlier, then, with a surprising speed despite the excitement of the evening… you find yourself drifting off to sleep.



It was almost too early when you woke up in the morning, the sun had yet to rise beyond the faintest embers of orange light in the distance, not yet enough to illuminate the city, and certainly not to illuminate your room as you slowly got dressed. Yesterday was an… odd one, something that almost felt unreal. To the point where you were starting to wonder if it happened at all when you were opening the door leading to the outside.

Only to come face to face with a figure completely draped in a blue robe.

You screamed, quite loudly.

Caster for her part, as usual, just stared at you, standing a mere few inches away from your face as she observed you. She was different this morning, you realize as you slowly calm down. There was no slouch to her pose, something you noticed yesterday as she walked around, indeed, she was standing with no apparent difficulty at all. In addition she smelled of… oranges, which told you she actually did bathe this morning, using Taiga's shampoo in fact.

"Good… morning?" you offer, not quite sure how to respond to the fact that the stranger you rescued the previous night apparently took up camping just outside your bedroom.

She shifts slightly at your speech, her head tilting, though her eyes remain hidden underneath her robes. Her robes that are completely free of damage you note. "Why didn't you let me die?" she asks after a few pregnant seconds, a faint hint of curiosity in her tone, but no emotion otherwise.

"Why would you want to die?" you ask back, not deigning to answer such an idiotic question properly.

The woman tilts her head back, saying nothing as she continues to observe you.

Shaking your head, you put a smile back on. "I was going to go work on something in the shed, would you like breakfast afterwards? You're welcome to stay here as long as you feel the need to."

The woman reaches up, then slowly pulls her hood back. It reveals to you once more her light blue eyes and hair, and the two pointed ears on either side of her head. She has lost some of her paleness however, her skin gaining a far more healthy hue than the night before. She's still pale, and is rather… unnatural looking, but far less unhealthy. "Do you know what I am?" the woman asks.

"A… girl?" you say, confused.

The only sound that passes for the next few seconds is that of the morning birds, and the sound of snow sliding off the roof to pile on the ground. Then she stabs her hands forward, grabbing your hands and pulling them forward. You yelp as you are almost pulled off your feet, she isn't necessarily strong, but took you by surprise regardless.

She's studying the back of your hands, her thumbs running over them as she looks them over. She's apparently satisfied a half minute later, as she pulls back once more. "Fine." She says simply, then turns around on the spot and makes her way back into the building.

… Fine?

You stare after her, then glance down at your hands. "... What?"



View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCOTWQexTjs



You hiss in pain as you feel the iron rod in your spine slide into place. "Dammit…" You grunt, trying to control your breath. One fatal step, one wrong move, and the Magic Circuit will devour you like a hungry dog.

You sit there, sweating, concentrating in the dim confines of the shed. With a snap you feel it form in place, and you let out a long, shuddering breath as you feel the magic circuit, correction, artificial magic circuit form within your body. You were not a magus, you were hardly even a magic user. You had no crest, no natural magic circuits. So each you had to create manually, and with agony.

Your father was a magus, but he was not… your father, you were an adopted son. Or, more bluntly. You were a normal human. But if you trained enough, you may just become like Kiritsugu. So that you could use it for others, so that you cou-

"Why are you doing it like that?" A voice says, a familiar voice at that.

You help, dropping the pipe you had just grabbed. It falls to the floor with a clang and a clatter, and you jerk around to see Caster standing on the threshold of the shed. Her eyes are hidden underneath her hood, yet you can tell she is staring at you, and, given the light amount of snow on her shoulders, had been staring there a while.

… How you weren't aware, as you swear you didn't leave that door open. But regardless. "Doing what?" you ask, lamely.

"An artificial magic circuit." Caster says, "a suicidal way of gaining power. Who taught you that?"

On the one hand, Kiritsugu stated to never reveal your magic around normal people. On the other hand, this woman has pointed ears, is apparently none the worse for wear despite repeated stab wounds… and has now snuck up on you twice.

You are willing to take a leap if need be. "My father…" you say slowly.

"Then your father taught you poorly, what are you even attempting to accomplish with that pitiful circuit?" there's actual emotion in her voice now, annoyance.

You look at her, then down at the pipe still rolling across the floor. "Structural reinforcement."

Caster lets out a hum, then steps into the room. Her hand moves behind herself to slide the door closed, hiding from view the now early morning sunlight. "Boy, do you have any training as a magus?"

… This was not how you expected this morning to be going, but at the same time it fits with how weird the last twelve hours have been regardless. You shake your head. "My father taught me the basics."

Caster stares at you, then at the pipe, then towards the door. "I shall be disappearing soon."

You blink. "Without breakfast?"

The woman turns her head back towards you, and she is smiling, slightly. "I am nearly out of mana, and as a servant I cannot be sustained without it."

"I'm sorry… a… what?"

"Do you not even know that much boy?" Caster asks, now sounding angry instead of annoyed.

You open your mouth to respond, before Caster shakes her head. "So much mana but… no. I am… like a familiar, a spirit of the past given form again. Heroes."

You blink. "Reincarnation?"

"Of a sort," Caster says. "Though normally such a thing would be impossible, there are circumstances where they become possible. I am a recreation of a soul, I am a spirit, but as alive as you are. And I need mana to exist, I require… a master, someone to draw mana from. In turn, they would be able to command me."

So she's not human, that doesn't actually surprise you at all given everything you had seen so far. Many myriad thoughts had come and gone as to what you thought she might be, but a reincarnated soul was… supposed to be impossible, at least from what little Kiritsugu told you. But then, with Magic, you had rather quickly learned that few things actually were impossible, even a third rate like yourself could attest to that.

But still, this had all come on rather quickly, from a woman being stabbed in the park to now stating she was a reincarnated spirit that required a master in order to exist. What kind of magic could make such a thing like that possible… you had no idea, and you had nobody to ask either. A million and one questions ran through your mind, but as she stood there, still pale, you found that you didn't have any questions you wanted to ask except one.

"Can I help? My magic circuits aren't the best, but do I have enough?" you stand up as you speak, taking a step towards Caster.

The woman takes a halting step back, the action causing her hood to shift to reveal… surprised eyes. "Just like… that?" Caster asks, in seeming disbelief.

You shrug. "I can do it, and if it would help you like you say… I don't see any reason not to do it."

Caster stares at you… at least, you can tell she is for a few moments longer before her hood shifts to hide her eyes once more. Caster straightens, recovering from her backstep, then offers a hand forward. "Then swear you shall guide me, servant Caster, to my wish."

You stare at the hand for a second, then grasp it. "I don't know anything about wishes… but I'll help however I can."

That's when the pain starts. A horribly hot stabbing pain through your left hand, like you had slapped it down onto a stove. You gasp, grabbing onto your left hand instinctively as red runes form on the back of your hand.


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It is lines, thin red lines like the scribbling of a child. But it is a rune, one of great power, that much you can guess, even if its function is unknown to you.

"Then from this morning forward, my knowledge shall be yours and your fate will be bound to mine." Caster says. "Our contract is complete."

You grimace, the pain still fresh. "Contract?"

Caster smiles, thinly. Reaching up to lower her hood once more. "Do not tell me you have forgotten already, I am your servant, you are my master."

You blink, forcing yourself to lower your hand. The pain was still fresh, and the scent of magic was heavy in the air. But otherwise… you felt fine. "I don't… really know about that, but do you have mana now?"

The woman cocks her head, her blue hair shifting on her head and catching the light coming in through the window in a rather dazzling way. "... Yes, thank you."

That was different from her last 'thanks' you note, in that this one sounded genuine, and that she sounded unused to saying such a thing.

"Now, show me what you were doing before." Caster says, gesturing towards the pipe on the ground.

… Done with the odd contracts already then and back to business? You have somehow more questions than you even did less than a minute prior, double, at least. But at the same time you…

Oh dear.

You sink down to your knees, a dizziness filling your head, a familiar exhaustion. The same kind you felt whenever you did too much with your magic.

"That would be your lack of Od. I had to take a great deal, would you care if I fixed your circuits? They are unused and out of line."

You blink, trying to keep from falling down face first onto the floor. "Fix… my circuits?"

"All of those magic circuits you discarded while creating new ones, they are atrophied, and can be repaired. Made better and grander."

"That's… possible?" you ask.

"To most in this era it would be an impossible task," Caster says, moving to kneel down beside you. "But not to myself. I would leave the decision up to you."

Functioning circuits? Without even needing a crest to rely on? "If it wouldn't be a burden to you." You reply, still not believing quite what she is saying. You should probably be thinking about this more, but as the seconds pass it becomes harder and harder to concentrate… and with proper magic, you could be more like Kiritsugu.

Caster nods, then moves a hand to your back.

The next thing you saw was the floor as you promptly passed out, the last thought going through your head as a searing pain filled your back was that you were probably going to be missing morning classes.



Shirou dreamt.

[] [Of Swords]

[] [Of an Island]

[] [Of Battle]




Shirou is having a confusing 24 hours. Thoughts?
 
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1.2 - Greek to Me

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNScPFHoZPk

[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.




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.



[] [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.



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.
 
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1.3 - Grand Witch

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[Lessons for the Piglet] From the cutest witch, the wisest, the smartest, and definitely the most clever! Who is lovely and lovable and would never ever abandon you. So don't you even think of abandoning her!

Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!



You stare, slightly cross eyed at the finger currently poking you on the forehead. Unlike before with Caster there is no rapid change, no painful opening of your circuits. In fact, there's nothing at all, only the distant sound of windchimes and the scent of saltwater on the breeze as Circe grins at you. The finger makes a little circle on your forehead before she pulls it back with a giggle.

"You, my little piglet, are going to be my newest student~" Circe then hops back, hands behind her back with her staff sticking out either side. Leaning down, slightly, it emphasizes how short the woman is, even with the massive pumps she is wearing. "That is the gift from this grand witch, are you interested in becoming a magician?"

You blink, slowly. "You'll teach me magecraft?"

Circe smiles just a touch wider, then she starts to walk around you, her fingers move out to poke and prod at your body much like one might a science experiment. It's an uncomfortable feeling, and you crane your neck to watch her as she moves around. "Some circuits… not many, and you come from that boring age of humanity. But I can work with it." Her eyes flit up towards you, "I can work with it~"

"Where… even is this?" You ask slowly, trying to make sense of what is going on.

"This?" Circe parrots, then stands up straighter, her little ornaments jingling like bells as she does so. "This is the temple of Hekate, if you mean what you are standing on. The past, if you are asking when, far away if you are asking where, and dreaming, if you are asking in what form."

The 'witch' continues to circle you, a far more serious expression on her face. "You, little piglet are dreaming, a side effect of my dear protege draining you." She then shoots you a smirk. "You'll be fine, but consider it a consequence of the modern era. Little boys and girls like you have thrown away everything just to sniff at the past."

"I'm not really a magus to begin with," you say slowly. "My father was hesitant to train me…"

Circe waves her hand dismissively. "Ignore that, you have Circe now to train you whenever you dream. Just make sure to never skip any lessons… and stick out your tongue."

You blink, slowly. "My tongu-" you start to say.

Only to be interrupted as her hand snatches out to grab it. You fall forward instinctively, your face just a few inches away from Circe. Her fingers squeeze down, and the inside of your mouth tingles, like you had drank something with far too much carbonation. She releases it a moment later, allowing you to snap your hand back and cover your mouth.

"Oh, don't look so scandalized boy. This will just allow you to keep this a secret between us. You will not tell Medea about my lessons, am I clear?" Circe says, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

"Medea is… Caster?" you ask, still not uncovering your mouth… it still tingled.

"Medea is a caster, and Caster is Medea." Circe says, shrugging her shoulders. "Though I would suggest not using her name around her, the girl has a paranoid streak as wide as the Aegean." A look of sadness briefly flits across Circe's face, before it is replaced with a smile. "Now, we shall start with the most basic of lessons. Repeat after me." The witch raises a figure, adopting a far more regal stance. "Ο κόσμος αλλοίωσις, ο βίος υπόληψις."



"... Can you repeat that?" you ask slowly.



You couldn't say how long you were on the island, it could have been hours, it could have been minutes. Dreams tended to be rather funny that way, though compared to your dreams normally, that was almost rather pleasant. A comfortable warmth surrounded you, and you stirred slowly. You were back… in your bed, had Caster put you there? What time was it, and why were you shaking?

You blink slowly, turning your head to look up at the figure shaking you. It was… a girl, you could tell that via their outfit despite your blurry vision. And they had-



[] [Purple Hair]
Sakura.

[] [Black Hair]
Rin?

[] [Brown Hair]
Ayako!?!



Last short chapter for a bit, next chapter is a school day, but the start of this quest was always going to be multiple shorts in a row to set some things up. Expect a sidestroy in the next couple of days to go over a Clusterfuck happening… elsewhere.
 
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1.35 - Deceiver

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2y1yGfFtMeM


This is the first of several sidestories that will be going on in the background, not all of them will have multiple chapters. But all will be plot relevant… eventually. This one is one of the main stars of the clusterfuck.

No, nothing else has qualified so far as to the extent I'm going for.



Solomon would not answer. No matter how he was called, no matter with what catalyst, the great king of Israel would not answer so little a mage as that of Marisbury Animusphere. A mage of middling power, one who had their dream taken away in a chase for an impossibility, 'Chaldea', no funding, no resources. His pleas were ignored until he was but put away in a corner of the false utopia that was the clock tower. The walls, ancient, proud, brick that had weathered the storms of the world and of man mocked him as much as they protected him from the world at large, casting deep shadows instead of pleasant old comfort as he stood in his study.

The curtains were drawn, allowing only the faintest amount of life granted by that of an oil lamp to light up the space. Revealing a room filled with books, texts, tomes and scrolls both mundane and eldritch in origin. They fluttered and flitted about as the magic circle in the room activated, alien lines of red runes erupted with power both physical and metaphysical, causing the curtains around the room to snap against the walls, their old wooden rods cracking against the brick as countless tomes tore themselves open. The books swung their pages, fanning out like a spectral hand was perusing their contents.

Then the magic flared again, tossing them aside in a windstorm of paper as the circle was given everything the mage had to offer. He was just that, a mage, a trifling thing that claimed to have mastery of spellcraft in a world lacking mystery. The overabundance of technology made them weak, too weak for those from the age of gods to pay any attention without a promise of some reward.

There was no reward here, just the desperate attempt by a mage, stricken from others of his kind, casting his power into the void to try and summon another, a caster of grand stature and status that would allow him to seek his goals in other ways. Ancient knowledge, promises of power, a being from the age of gods. To achieve his dreams, his… desire.

Solomon would not answer, nor would Merlin, Zhuge, Longshanks, Da Vinci, and Hattim. None would answer. None would, not for such a wish, not for such a paltry master… But one, one took notice.

The room exploded with heat as the summoning took hold, causing Marisbury to take a stuttering step back from the power unleashed. A fire, a piercing fire fanned over everything, effervescently bright and hotter than the sun itself, yet it did not burn. It was a black, balefire that washed over everything… and brought it all to a deathly calm. Books feel shut with a clatter, the curtains stilled, and the oil lamp flickered before coming to light once again. But a dimmer light, like it was… afraid.

A man stood then in the center, or, perhaps an elf. With long flowing robes of black with decorative golden trim. His hair, white, trailed down all the way past his waist, and it faintly shifted as he stared down Marisbury. A small smile was present on his face, and his eyes glowed with a faintly golden light that seemed to flicker almost in sync with the faded golden hue of the lamp.

"Servant," Marisbury said, standing himself straight once more. "I am your master, declare yourself."

The servant stared at the man, the mage, then his eyes flickered down to the mark on the back of the man's hand. The contract that bound them both together. The servant then smiled a small, sincere smile.

"Greetings my master, I am Oberon." Annatar lied.
 
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1.4 - What Cannot Be

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xm8uSnDW9pE

[] [Purple Hair]
… Sakura.

Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!




"Shirou, are you awake?" Sakura asks, perhaps with a bit more urgency than you usually hear from her in the mornings. The fact that she is currently shaking your shoulders, not roughly, never Sakura's style, tells you that she is rather perturbed. About what, you couldn't rightly say. The play of light through your eyelids told you it was morning, and it wasn't unusual for Sakura to show up at your home to eat breakfast and join you for a walk to school.

But why would she be… this excited? You grunt, opening your eyes slowly to see the form of Sakura sitting just beside you, her hands on your shoulders. "Caster? Where's Caster?" you say slowly, moving a hand to your face.

"Caster…?" Sakura repeats, tilting her head. "What's Caster?"

You blink, slowly, feeling sensation return to your body as you force yourself away. The sunlight coming in through the paper walls revealed the room quite well, showing Sakura in her school uniform. It wasn't a scene unfamiliar to you by any stretch of the imagination, you had been friends with Sakura now for years, and she had been visiting you in the morning for years as well.

"Is anyone else in the house?" you ask slowly, bringing yourself up into a sitting position.

"... No?" Sakura asks, then her eyes widen. "Were you attacked!? Is that why you weren't at school this morning!?" her head jerks right and left, searching for a phantasmal attacker only she could see.

"No, I… wait, school. What time is it?" you ask, but don't wait for her answer, instead you turn your head towards the nightstand where the old alarm clock rested, the digital display, red and mocking, proudly states the time was ten in the morning, a good two hours after the first class of the day.

Needless to say, in the intervening moments it took you to recognize that number, and to process it. You become fully awake, your heart hammering in your chest as you turn your head slowly back to Sakura.

"Shirou, are you okay?" she asks.

… You move a hand to your face. "Long night Sakura, sorry for making you worry. Did you come back to check on me?"

Sakura nods. "Taiga asked me to come check on you, she said you were feeling sick."

Taiga did? Why did… the last thing you remember was her getting out of the house as soon as possible and leaving you with Caster. Did she know something you didn't? No, no not likely. Taiga was many things but, no. No you doubt she knew anything about what was going on with Caster, it was likely a misunderstanding. But it does mean she didn't check on you in the morning, you weren't sure if that hurt your feelings or not.

"Yeah, I was." You say slowly, then rise to your feet. "I'll be fine, er, rather, I am fine. Is it too late to go to school? And aren't you in trouble for stepping out yourself?"

Sakura looks briefly put out for a moment, before shaking her head. "You can still make the afternoon classes, and Taiga gave me permission to go. But are you sure you are feeling alright?"

Are you sure? No, not really, your head ached a bit, and your tongue felt… funny in ways you could describe. Like you had just eaten a lot of overly sour candies and it felt alien and numb in your mouth. You also wanted to know where Caster was, but you have no idea where to look, frankly the whole thing felt like a dream anyway. You glance down at your hand, pulling the sleeve of your shirt up to see…

The mark was there, which means it wasn't a dream.

"Shirou?" Sakura says quietly, causing you to look towards her.

She was staring at the back of your hand, her eyes wide, her mouth was open, like there was more that she wanted to say but she couldn't quite find the words. Her hand was partially raised towards you, frozen in midair and… shaking slightly.

You start to pull the hand back, only for her to snap out and grab your fingers, pulling you forward as she studies the mark. Her fingers trace it, disbelief clear as day on her face.

"It's… a burn," you say, lamely.

Her head snaps up to look at you, and… to your surprise she is crying. "No, not you Shirou. Why you?"

… Pardon? "Sakura?"

"You weren't supposed to be a master!" Sakura cries out, then scoots back, her eyes wide with seemingly fright. She's panicked, more than you've ever seen her panicked before, but it's not that she is visibly scared of you, it's something else.

Sakura moves to stand, or at least, starts to. She runs into an apparent wall in midair, and before your eyes Caster appears behind Sakura. She's dressed in the same robes you saw her in previously, her face shrouded by the hood. Sakura turns her head to look back in shock towards the woman, before Caster's hand taps the side of her head.

Like a ragdoll Sakura slumps, falling down to the floor. You lunge forward, crying out Sakura's name as you move across the floor to catch her before her head can hit the mats. You succeed, though how limp she is in your arms doesn't express much in the way of confidence. The girl hangs limply in your arms, her eyes open and staring at the ceiling with no sign of life to them. "Caster?! What did you do?!"

"Calm yourself master," Caster says, staring down at the two of you. "I have merely put her to sleep, she will be fine, though she is a loose end."

You look back down, and… thankfully, the rise and fall of her chest does reveal Sakura to be merely asleep. You let out a breath at that, one you didn't realize you had been holding. "How… how long have you been standing there?"

"Since she arrived," Caster admits. "I was curious as to her purpose, to think she was a magus."

Sakura? What? The disbelief you were feeling must have been visible on your face, as Caster visibly frowns.

"Truly master? You could not tell?" Caster shakes her head, then moves closer, getting down on one knee she grabs the wrist that bears the mark. "I have cast an illusion to hide this from all but other magus, and even then only powerful onesl would be able to see it."

"That's… not possible." You say. "Sakura can't be a magus."

Caster tilts her head. "And whyever not? In your time magus exist in secrecy, and she recognized the command seal, face it boy."

You process that, it makes sense, it does. But you don't actually want to believe it. Sakura… never showed any hint of being a magus. She was quiet, and shy, and a good friend of yours. She's never shown even the slightest hint of magecraft, or interest in it. Though you never brought up the subject with her anyway. "I just… can't believe it."

"Whether you believe it or not," Caster says, sounding an interesting mix between annoyed and amused. "She is a loose end, I can tell by your actions you do not wish for her death… though with her talents she could easily become a master as well."

"Why would I ever want to kill her?" you reply, not bothering to hide frustration in your tone. "And why would she become a master?"

Caster pauses at that statement, then straightens back up, still sitting, but no longer hovering over you at the same time. "She has the possibility, nothing more." Caster replies. "As for why, to protect your secrets. Servants are powerful things, and outing yourself as a magus is dangerous."

You clutch Sakura tighter to yourself. "We are not harming Sakura. No secret is worth that." Your father had told you to keep that hidden, but you would never hurt someone over it.

Caster stares at you for several moments, before simply nodding. "So be it, then instead I shall just wipe her memory of this morning's events." Caster starts to reach forward.

And you yank Sakura back. "Why?!"

Caster tilts her head. "As we just discussed, outing yourself as a master is dangerous. If you do not wish to kill her, then I shall merely remove her memories. From her point of view she merely had a dizzy spell upon entering the house."

You…

You look down at Sakura, then back at Caster. Kiritsugu told you to keep your status as a Magus secret, and you still don't know what this is about Masters and Servants anyway. You-



[] [Let Caster go Ahead]

Wipe Sakura's memories, you don't like it. But if it's safer it's safer.

[] [Refuse]

Under no circumstances are you messing with Sakura.



Sorry for the shorter chapter, I lost my job and have been a bit frantic lately. Second half of this is coming hopefully soon.
 
1.45 - Answers
[Refuse]
Under no circumstances are you messing with Sakura.


Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!



Caster tilts her head. "As we just discussed, outing yourself as a master is dangerous. If you do not wish to kill her, then I shall merely remove her memories. From her point of view she merely had a dizzy spell upon entering the house."

You…

You look down at Sakura, then back at Caster. Kiritsugu told you to keep your status as a Magus secret, and you still don't know what this is about Masters and Servants anyway. But at the same time, at the same time it is still Sakura, and you aren't going to let her come to any harm, and you won't tolerate messing with anyone's mind while you can help it. To be honest, even if you can't help it.

"No, don't." You say firmly, staring up at your 'servant'. "So what if she's another Magus? I've known her for years now, there's no reason to wipe her memories."

Caster stares at me for several long moments, saying nothing in an uncomfortable silence as she studies me. "Doing so will put you at a great risk, Magus do not tend to get along with each other." Caster says slowly, like she was trying to explain a concept to a small child. "There is no telling how she will reac-"

"So what?" you interrupt. "Even if she reacts poorly I'll deal with it, it was my mistake that let her see it to begin with, that's no excuse to mess with her mind." You look down at the sleeping Sakura in your arms, your hand moving to close her eyelids for her. "She doesn't deserve that."

Medea smiles slightly, whether from amusement or something else you couldn't fathom a guess. Without being able to see her eyes her expressions were rather hard to read, on top of the fact that you barely knew the woman to begin with. "Very well master, then shall I wake her?"

"Yes." You reply, perhaps a bit too quickly. Then a thought returns, a treacherous one perhaps, but it is something that bothers you regardless. Sakura reacted poorly, very poorly, and you don't exactly know why. You… could ask Sakura, but you don't know how she would react, all the while your 'servant' was rather deliberately quiet about it.

That frustrates you. Why all the secrecy? What exactly have you gotten involved with? Still clutching Sakura to yourself you stare at Caster. "What exactly is all of this about Caster."

The woman pauses, having been starting to reach for Sakura. "In what manner is that question?"

"Masters and servants, my father taught me enough about Magus that I know most would see another Magus as a threat or a tool. But Sakura was scared. Why?"

Caster pulls back a bit, her smile that she was wearing gone like it was never there at all. "That is unimportant. If I had to form a hypothesis, she was frightened by me due to servants being naturally powerful. Most Magus are not capable of managing one such as myself."

No, no, that isn't true at all. You know it isn't. Even if you can't read Caster's expression. Sakura would never be frightened by you, it just isn't her. She knows you wouldn't hurt her, and she was worried about you, not scared of you. But why? Why would Sakura be frightened? What happened with Caster, why was she bleeding in the park, why was Taiga rushing off, so many whys and whats fly past your brain that you have to draw back a moment, drawing in a breath as you close your eyes. No.

No, Sakura would never be threatened by you, nor would you ever even think of threatening her. Even if the revelation that you were a Magus, even a third-rate one, was a shock to her. There is nothing you have ever done that should make her feel remotely threatened… and if that's the natural to a Magus discovering another you want no part of magecraft. No, she reacted to the symbol on your wrist.

And yet Caster does not want to talk about it, why? Is it connected to how you found her at the park? You need answers.

… But with how she has acted, prying them from her may not be the best idea all the same. But if you don't, you won't know what is actually wrong with Sakura until you wake her up again, and she'll be in a panic once more.

Shaking your head, you open your mouth-



[] [Caster, explain.]
You saved her life, she owes you one, and you have little patience for secrets, magical or otherwise.

[] [Wake Sakura]
Drop it, Caster has been quiet about this more than once, and you could tell she was leaving something out back at the shed. If she is uncomfortable about it… you'll find out in other ways.
 
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