Fate/Next Gen

Prologue: A Dream or A Memory

Years Ago...

"Mom... Dad..." a young boy whose blonde hair which was bloodied, struggled to reach out his hand towards a woman with golden locks. She wore a white shirt and a blue skirt with black leggings but on her back was multiple weapons ranging from swords, spears, axes, and many more as blood appeared on her back and dripped towards the wooden floor. Her body began to disappear as golden dust started to replace her feet before traveling up her body.

His emerald eyes went towards his father who held the same condition as the woman. He had red copper-like hair and was wearing a black traditional Japanese Kimoto. Yet, his amber eyes were lifeless as his wife since he, too, had various amount of weapons penetrating his back. His blood seeped into the charred burnt floor from the wounds of his body.

The boy looked up as he saw a man with short golden hair, wearing a white shirt accompanied by a black jacket and pants. He noticed his gaze as he turned around to meet his eyes with his red eyes. He looked at him with an unsatisfied look on his face as he slowly walked away from him. He did not mind the blood and body off the floor as he quickly, but slowly, pushed the man's body with his foot and dismissed his weapons.

"No..." the boy whimpered as tears begin to form from his eyes. He felt helpless as he was beginning to lose strength. A weapon was once anchored on his back before the golden man dismissed it to the sight of his own pleasure.

His eyes started to close before he went to take a look at the golden man one more time before he disappeared from view.

The boy himself, who was at the verge of collapse, used most of his strength to cry one more time as he looked at the place where his father and mother once stood. Yet, inside, he vowed revenge on the man who had killed his parents in front of his eyes.

His eyes grew heavy as he blinked once, his vision begin to turn blurry. He blinked a second time, he saw two hooded figures entering the house as if they were inspecting it. One had a white hood and one wore a black hood that concealed their faces which the boy cannot see.

He blinked a third time slowly as he saw the white hooded figure touching his father's body while the black hooded stared at him. The black hooded figure spoke towards the white hooded figure but the boy did not know what he heard. His hearing was damaged during the attack so all he can assume is that the two figures before him were the golden man's henchmen.

He then blinked the fourth and final time as he saw the black hooded figure crouching to his level as he held his right hand to his face. He did not see the white hooded figure anymore before realizing something warm was placed on his back. He did not know what it was as his face came in contact with the hand which emanated sleep-enduing Magecraft which cause him to lose consciousness.

It was the last time the boy ever slept but also lived with his parents with a smile on his face.

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Within a Dream...

"U-Ugh..." the boy groaned in somewhat pain as he begin to regain his vision. He opened his eyes and begin to check his surroundings. He was in a giant tower with nothing around as he took a glimpse outside of it. There were purple and magenta flowers blooming everywhere in sight as if he had reached utopia.

"Goodness, you finally woken up" a male voice called out to him as the boy turned around to see who said it. There, inside the tower, stood a male robed figure with a staff.

"A-Are you Merlin" the boy asked as he recalled reliving his mother's memory as a king.

"So it's true" Merlin smiled under his hood. "You truly are the offspring of my King and the Iron Wrought Warrior, Yuto Emiya Pendragon!"