AlterMyth - A Hololive Fanfiction

The Eleventh Hour

Prologue

Behind the luminous, faceless visage of the Titan of Light, there was a glasslike dome that existed in a dimension between dimensions - a fragment of spacetime floating between the realm of the Infinite Library and the City of London. A tapestry world of Priestess Amelia Watson's own making.

Within that glasslike dome, the unwilling priestess saw London through the eyeless eyes of the Titan of Light. It was a spherical screen that encapsulated her above, below and all around while she knelt down on a transparent platform. From that perch, she was subjected to the horrors of war being waged on the British capital, the devastation that her Titan had caused and the unnatural green haze hanging over the city.

No matter where Ame looked in that dome, there was nothing but despair that was plain for her to see.

Surrounded by carnage, Ame's heart felt like lead and weighed heavily against her chest. She knelt down on the glasslike platform while the Priestess' veil made of the seven Strings of Fate shrouded her head and fogged her thoughts.

Her face was contorted in frustration. She slammed her fists on the transparent platform, but she couldn't even make a dent. The horrifying sights and sounds remained and haunted her. Tears started to form at the sides of her eyes. In response, the Titan of Light stirred and diamond tears began coalescing before its faceless visage.

After three straight days of agony, Ame's resolve was finally starting to crack.

While Ame drowned in her despair, the sound of distinct footsteps reached her ears. French military boots against the crystalline surface of the transparent platform. Ame didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"Knowledge..."

"As the Librarian of the Ancient Ones, we hoped that you would have given us the reins of your potential at the moment your titan manifested." Knowledge sauntered down the platform, showing the back of her now pristine Napoleonic military coat to Ame, "However, personally speaking, I admire your tenacity for holding out to the very end. Futile as your attempts may be, a part of me wishes that I had your daring when I was still just a girl without a care in the world." Through the faint reflection on the glasslike dome, Ame saw Knowledge bring out her golden R-shaped pendant before the librarian continued, "However, that time has long since passed. The bridges I had to the past have long since burned to ash. And from those ashes, we shall build anew."

Ame gritted her teeth.

She wanted to make a snide remark or a witty counter like she always did, but no words came to mind. Her heavy heart kept her from speaking back. She no longer believed her own taunting words, after all. Moreover, she was tired.

Incredibly tired.

The Priestess' veil started to grow heavy on her bowed head.

Knowledge's reflection smirked.

The cosmic librarian returned her pendant back under her coat and joined her hands behind her back while she regarded the turbulent scene erupting throughout the City of London.

"This world is crooked. See how Londoners fight against Londoners - Grim Reapers fight against Grim Reapers. The sorrows of this world transcend the cycle of life and death. It transcends dimensions! Serve as the Priestess of the Ancient Ones long enough and you will see it with your own eyes. You will carry it all in your heart until it bursts like the light of a thousand suns!"

Knowledge's impassioned speech painted a frighteningly clear picture in the eye of Ame's mind. It was almost as if the cosmic librarian was speaking from experience - from catastrophes that she had seen with her own eyes.