Fate/Shattered False – Chapter 4: The Axe and the Swords

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Here it is! Fanfic #4! Right on time, as usual! 😀 Enjoy.

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“Christina, do you know this place?” Rudolph looked around for a familiar landmark. “Everything looks the same, God how I miss Canada.”

“Shush, I can’t detect anyone if you’re talking.”

“You’ve been at it for half an hour…”

She waved him off. “I am an exorcist, not a magus.”

“Geez, lighten up a little.”

“I can’t, one false move could mean the end of us.” She placed both middle and index fingers on the ground.

Cristina De La Rosa was an exorcist from Spain, though she was quite able to detect servants in their spiritual form, finding a magus was a whole new ball game. Rudolph Hunter was magus, though after living in Canada for so long, his skills were mostly crystal-based and sealing spells.

They were deep in Zone 1 of the city, a place plagued by robbers, prostitutes and people involved in illegal activities. Death was a common occurrence in this zone, not to mention kidnappings. Here is where a trio of masters would normally hang out.

“There, I can see the servants. There is an Assassin, a Caster and a Berserker. Esto no sera facil.”

“Could you repeat that last line, Miss Cristina?”

“I said that it would not be easy,” She scoffed. “Aren’t you bilingual?”

“Yes, English and French, thank you very much.”

“So, what’s the plan?”

“I can handle that team’s Berserker, but seeing that a Caster servant is weak against close combat and an Assassin servant is in a disadvantage when faced head on, I’d say we’re evenly matched.”

“Ok, I’ll drag them out of that bar.” Cristina took out a few pages from what looked like an old bible. Saying a few words, the pages turned into sharp spears.  “Lanzas de la Divina Escritura!”

The spears flew through the windows, but their Berserker was able to block them all. Now that they had their attention, all that was left was to fight them. Three men wearing boots came out, their command seals were in the strangest of places: rather than in their hands they had a seal in a gun, a rosary and a belt buckle. They looked like drug traffickers, also known as Narcos around these places.

“Who is stupid enough to try and attack us in plain daylight?” One of the men called out. He wore a cowboy hat, two long pointed boots; a big belt buckle with a bull design, a dark shade and a golden rosary where he had his command seal. “Come Berserker, show’em who’s boss. Pinches putos.”

“What did he say?” Rudolph asked.

Cristina looked at him and smiled. “He called you gay.”

“Well, he’s mine. Damn son-of-a-bitch. Come forth, Berserker!” Rudolph shouted.  A large man, probably two stories tall appeared, wearing black lumber jack clothing, a blue fur coat, two large horns on his head, a bull’s skull on his left arm and a giant ax on this right arm. “This is where the fairytale ends and the terror begins!”

On the other side, a being materialized; he was tall, by normal human standards, wearing iron armor with fur pieces at the extremities. He had no helmet, his hair growing down to his shoulders, and a large sword on each hand.

The golden-rosary-wearing Narco walked into the middle of the street. “I will be merciful, run away or Beowulf will slaughter you all with his bare hands.”

“How stupid can this guy get? He told us the name of his own servant.”

“I know, Rudloph, be very careful. That’s Beowulf, meaning he’s not going to be easy.”

“Yeah, I have to look out for Nægling and Hrunting, the famous swords he used in the past to defeat the ogre Grendel.”

Beowulf rushed at Rudolph, his Berserker interceded. His swords crashed into Berserker’s ax. Berserker pushed Beowulf back with a powerful swing, forcing his master to call upon his servant’s Reality Marble. “Go, Beowulf, use Heorot!

Flames surrounded Beowulf, expanding and changing the street and surrounding sidewalks into a large hall. A vast variety of plates and cups lay on the floor; tables, walls, and a large throne at the end of the hall, this was Heorot. There on the throne was Beowulf with a large crown over his head and a cup of wine in one hand.

“Greetings, my brethren.” Beowulf invited us over. “Let us have a feast, may your blood be the wine to fill my cup and your flesh, the meat to fill my plate.”

“Why is he so intelligent? A Berserker isn’t as clever as other servants. They lose IQ for strength, endurance and power.” Rudolph took a few steps back as Berserker covered him.

“This is the power of Heorot! It grants my Berserker, for a limited time, a class change from a Berserker to a Saber.”

Rudolph had a big grin on his face. This was going to be a challenge. Oh, well, it’s time to get down to business! “Go, Berserker!”

Sneak Peak!

Here is a sneak peak of my latest chapter for the novel: Adagio for Canon.

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The pills were tasteless; nothing tastes the same as they did many years ago. My pressure was 137/87 and my intraocular pressure was 15.5 mmHg. I guess these medications were really doing their job.

“Hmmmm, how are you feeling today?” The doctor lifted the thermometer infront of the light fixture. “98.2° F, you’re normal. Let’s take a look at the chemical analysis.”

“Doc, the pain in my left arm is returning.” I tried adjusting the apparatus strapped to my arm.

“Yes, it’s connected to the sensor within that arm. We can’t stop the analysis midway.”

“Well, can’t you speed it up?”

“If I did that, the analysis would be inconclusive.”

The device beeped. It sprouted like a mechanized drill, spinning till it was halfway out, projecting a hologram with various graphs and percentages.

“So, how does it look, doc?” I could make sense of a few numbers, but the others were beyond my knowledge.

“There is a sporadic increase in certain chemicals and the abnormal cellular growth has seen an increase of 10% from last month.”

“So, I’m pretty much doomed.”

“Not entirely, we’ll give you a few other medications to slow it down and manage the residual elements—”

“—Which are a side-effect of the same medications that are being used to halt the cancerous cells.”

“Correct.”

“Good grief. Well, do whatever you have to do, doc.”

“You have to place more trust in us, Victor.”

“What I don’t trust is the fact that I have to take eight different pills every day, three times a day, and four injections two times a week.”

I got off the hospital bed and walked out of the room, the doctor followed behind. His white lab coat was fairly primitive, seeing that nowadays doctors used no coats whatsoever. Was it because he was old? Old habits die hard? Or are we truly that behind in these modern times?

“We could help you more if we had access to better medical equipment.” He played with his long gray beard.

“And risk being butchered by the lovely Premier?”

I know what he’s trying to do. His Hippocratic Oath came before the fear of death. That was pretty noble, coming from a sixty year old man, but we couldn’t risk getting caught. Our operations extended over to the Honduran, Guatemalan and Petén territories. We can’t risk it.

“Just make sure you take your pills and drink this.” He tossed a bottle with a murky green aspect. Tiny blue particles suspended in the fluid and small green flakes floating around, collecting on the bottom of the bottle.

“It looks disgusting.”

“It’s a supplement to help you stay healthy and normalize other bodily functions.”

I looked at it in disgust, sniffing it from time to time. “It smells nasty.”

“Drink it or –”

“—I’ll make you drink it!” She stood by the doorway.

“I’m leaving Victor to you.” The doctor greeted her, turned around and returned to his room.

“I know what you are going to say and I have a very good expla—”

“Shush and drink it up.” Michelle grabbed the bottle and unscrewed the cap. “Or I will be forced to have that made into a suppository.”

Light Bulb!

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A few days ago, I listened to a beautiful love song from one of my favorite rock bands. October & April – The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon. It had a beautiful contrast between two lovers with totally different personalities; two souls who knew that nothing would come out of their relationship but still insisted upon it. I was mesmerized to the point that an idea broke through the confines of my mind. So, I need to flex my story writing muscles and exercise this new-found inspiration. How will I do this? Ok, well, six stories based on a pair of star-crossed lovers based on the twelve zodiac signs (months) with different genres (fantasy, Sci-fi, comedy, casual romance, etc). Let’s see where this takes me.

Adagio for Canon – Chapter 3 (Fragment)

Another fragment, this is from chapter 3, enjoy!

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Michelle’s home covered a whole block; pretty impressive, not to mention it was three stories tall, overlooking the Macal River that ran alongside the town and beneath the oldest bridge in the district of Cayo. Amidst the many homes in the colony, the Langley’s home was the grandest; constantly surrounded by guards and an endless array of security measures. Getting past the front door had always been a pain, even for a member of the ruling house.

 

 

Her room, undisturbed, even amidst the strict security measures employed by her family. She preferred peace over constant observation, much to her father’s dismay.

 

 

Built around a tall mahogany tree, the room was never without leaves or the fresh smell of vegetation. The tree’s roots were buried beneath the surface, submerged in a crystalline pool filled with a wide variety of exotic fish. She’d normally sit near the edge, feeding the fish or admiring the grand beauty of the tree.

 

 

“Michelle? May I come in?” I called for her outside the door.

“Come in.” Her voice was weak.

 

I hope she’s okay.

 

As I opened the door to her room, a wheelchair came into view. Her slender figure leaned next to it, mesmerized by the rippling of the water.

 

“What’s with the wheelchair? Are you okay?” She had always been weak and sickly.

“I had a mishap the other day, nothing to worry about.”

“A mishap?”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not very often you come and visit me, besides, you seem to be in a worst condition.” She called me over to her side.

“Me? It’s just a few cuts and bruises.”

“That’s my excuse! You look as if you’ve wrestled a lion! What happened to you?”

 

 

I sat down next to her and explained everything. She made me promise to never do that again. Sadly enough, I’ve never been able to keep my promises; especially to the people I love.

 

 

“Father asked about you.” She had a grin on her face.

“What did he ask?” Her father had rarely spoken to me, except for one or two occasions in the past.

“He asked…” She cleared her throat and deepened her voice, “when’s my son-in-law going to have a nice chat with me? I haven’t seen him in a while. “

“Your father is definitely a bit strange,” I said.

“Plenty strange if you ask me.” She smiled.

“Your father just wants the best for you.”

“He wants me to get married soon before I—”

“Don’t even say it!” I quickly rose to my feet.

“But, you know it’s true. I’ve never been a strong person.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I’ve been taking my medications.” She tried to keep a strong front, even if her own weakness discouraged her from time to time, “I have it under control, and in a month or so I’ll take part in an experimental procedure in Guatemala City.”

“That’s great!”

“—but I’m scared. I’m scared of carrying this curse for the rest of my life.”

 

 

She had inherited a burden and has shouldered it ever since childhood. Every year, her body became weaker and ever so fragile. As ephemeral as the glimmer of a star, that’s how she described her life.

 

 

“Father didn’t mean to burden me.” She played with her copper locks all the while staring into my eyes. She was quite lovely; it was a shame that our union was more of a business venture than a deep emotion.

“You’ll be okay, besides, I’m here to protect you, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you are,” she tied her hair into a ponytail.

“Now, allow me to carry you to bed. You need to rest.”

“Rest? Are you my fiancé or my brother?” She giggled. Somehow that felt as an accomplishment; her smile meant the world to me.

“A little bit of both.”

“Do you love me?” She stopped me in my tracks “I love you. Even if we can’t form a family, I will still love you,” she said.

“I hope you get better.” I ignored her completely.

Fate/Shattered False – Chapter 3: The Servants

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This is the third part of the Fanfic series. So, without further ado… Chapter 3! Till next week, when I upload Chapter 4.

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We entered a small room, the door lock was rusty and the floor was stained with mud. There was a man sitting on a chair, smoking a pipe and reading today’s newspaper, and a strange looking person standing next to the kitchen sink. He held a bible in his hands, flipping delicately through each page, smiling to himself.

“Lucian, look who I found,” she called over to the man on the table.

“My, my, he doesn’t look like a magus.” He peaked from over the newspaper.

“I’m not sure what’s going on here.”

“Yes, well, allow me to introduce myself. They call me, The Count.”

“The Count?” I replied. Kukulkan stood next to me, buttoning her jacket. “Then, you must be a magus and that creepy looking guy is your servant, I presume.” By the looks of it, he must be either an assassin or rider class servant.

The girl walked past me and into one of the bedrooms. The guy standing near the sink stared at me. His body was covered in old tattered pieces of garment. He wore sandals and had a small knife hanging from the left side of his waist. His beard was short and unkempt, as his long hair and his long dirty fingernails. Now, more so than before, I was sure that he was an assassin class servant.

“Now that we are all here, how about we introduce ourselves properly,” The Count commented. “I’m Lucian Brandt and my servant is an Assassin Class Servant.”

“My name is Clare Covington, and my servant is a Saber,” the girl added to the conversation.

“Okay then, I guess it’s my turn. I’m Francisco Cabrera and my servant is a Caster.” I cleaned my glasses with my shirt.

“The odds seem to be in our favor. A saber for close range fighting, a caster for support, and an assassin for traps and sneak attacks,” Lucian added.

The Count explained that he was from Europe, and so was Saber’s former master, before she was murdered. Saber formed a pact with Clare, who happens to be nobody in the magi world. I was born from a normal family with no magical background, whatsoever. When I found on the internet some information on magic seals and the grail wars; I couldn’t wait to become part of such a legendary event. Truth be told, the only expert here was Lucian.

The last grail war took place in Romania, and now here in Guatemala though there was something different about this war. There were two other factions with servants who were fighting for something other than the grail. This grail war was put on hold by the Mage’s Association so as to address this issue.

As the hours passed, new members joined us, namely: Cristina De La Rosa and her rider servant, Abigail Mathews and her archer servant, Pietro Agnoli and his lancer servant and finally, Rudolph Hunter and his berserker servant. They were all prepared to fight each other for the grail, but today, we were to investigate the other two factions. After this was over, the seventh grail war could proceed.

Everyone was fighting for the Holy Grail. The Grail was an artifact of mystical, if not, divine properties that could grant you any wish. This artifact would not materialize into the real world unless six of the seven servants had been defeated.

“What have I gotten myself into, this time?”

> < frustration: 100%

Ok, so I’m editing the third chapter in the fanfic series… So far, so good.

In other news, the editing for the Britannium Chapter of my novel is taking forever! I’ve already started writing the Ispana Chapter and I’m pretty sure that it’ll need editing as well. Hang on… It’s just editing *eye twitching*

Heard a song a couple of days ago, I decided to find it on Youtube. Loved it! October and April – The Ramus ft. Anette Olzon. Loved it so much that I was inspired to write a short romance tragedy. Sci-fi elements? Not sure, probably. And currently writing a ‘deal-with-the-devil’ themed story, deadline for submission: Oct 31st. Wish me luck!

This is probably a bit late, but what the heck… Happy Independence Day: Guatemala, Costa Rica, Honduras, El Salvador, Nicaragua and Mexico!