The Forgotten Hero (OC x Fate) [Hiatus]

Arc 1 | Chapter 1 | Otherworldly Request

It was dark, he just floated there, endlessly, wondering what would happen next. He'd accepted to hear the voices out but wondered who they were, why they were there. It was lonely in the void -- then again, it was a familiar feeling. 

So... this is it? 

He questioned staring at the abyss, waiting for it to stare back -- waiting for something to happen, for someone to talk, for someone to speak -- but there was nothing. He tried opening his mouth, but no sound came out -- as if he was stuck in a starless space. The space made his head fuzzy, his coat and his sweater were both slowly disintegrating. He moved his hand close to his eyes -- he could see it, it was glowing brighter and brighter. One question came to mind.

What was my name?

Nothing came to mind -- he tried thinking about it, over and over again, but nothing truly appeared as an answer. 

Was he nameless? 

It felt as though the abyss slowly took more and more from him, his cloak had disappeared entirely, and his sweater wasn't going to last much longer. He couldn't remember, and there, in the darkness -- he wondered, how he'd forgotten such a simple thing. He closed his eyes and tried to remember something, anything else.

All he could remember was that he was looking for something, trying to reach something. 

Who am I? What was I trying to reach?

All that came to mind was a blank image of him, wielding a sword on that ashen hill. He slowly let go of the blades, letting them fall to the ground below, digging themselves on the ground. Vines sprouted from the dead hills, bringing them to life as they quickly wrapped themselves in the swords.

The still rain above stopped by what seemed to be time itself and fell -- all at once -- washing away the ashes of the hill and quenching the embers that lit the hill. The rain poured down for a few more seconds and then stopped altogether, making the clouds above clear -- leaving only the sunshine above. 

The fog left by the quenched ambers slowly dissipated, revealing countless blades dug on the ground, all of them wrapped around vines that came from the ground. The dead hills were full of life now, with flowers slowly blooming from the vegetation that had just grown. 

The man, who stood on top of the hills fell to his knees, observing the hills with his dulled crimson eyes, shedding tears. It was peaceful and warm as if the sun itself was hugging him.

Like she used to be.

Another image crept its way into his head. He was but a child, in her arms as she warmly hugged him under the shadow of a tree in the sunlight. 

The man opened his eyes, he was in the obscure void yet again. Another question appeared in his mind as the image of the previous one slowly faded to the back of his own. His pants were starting to disappear as well now.

Who was that woman?

His chest tightened and his stomach sank. He could feel something drip down from his eyes as he thought of that woman. The image of a burning house appeared in his mind. Inside, a child was being hugged by a woman -- it was her, the woman from the previous image. The fire slowly spread around the room. 

The child looked scared, tears fell from his face as he hugged her back and cried. The windows had circles with weird patterns on them, and the fire was of an odd green color, slowly it made its way toward them. However, a barrier stopped it before it could kill both of them, a barrier of crimson light stopped it from moving. The child looked at the woman who, through tears told him something -- he couldn't hear  -- he couldn't remember what she said.