No matter how much time has passed, this world still remembers.
Waves ebb; winds blow; reeds sway.
A bright halo stretched across the horizon as Shirou stood with Durendal pointed towards the clouds. Cracks were forming beneath his feet, webbing out into tiny hairlines that disappeared into gravel. Pebbles were shaking over the earth, a deluge of magical energy charging the atmosphere with a torrent that reached towards the heavens.
From the verdant green hills, to the towering mountains, and distant archipelagoes... a faint nostalgia lingers carved deep within the planet.
Light from light; the presence of a single sword acting as a catalyst became a key to bridge the glories of the past with the destitute reality of the present. Bright mots of energy released from the earth itself hovered in the air all throughout Mt. Glenn.
At this moment and in this area, an anchor was connected to reveal a forgotten remnant.
Veins popped over Shirou's skin, blood trickling down his arms and legs while his knees wobbled from strain. In his hands and contained within the steel of a single peerless blade, was the weight of an era forcibly ended at the transgressions of the few vying for release.
Through suffering, man is tempered.
His grip tightened around a pommel, his muscles bulging as he gnashed his teeth and roared his defiance. His feet planted firmly onto the ground, digging large grooves at his heels.
Through perseverance, an indomitable will is invoked.
He was a Heroic Spirit, a guardian of humanity in this world or the next. For too long the people of Remnant have lived in the shadow of the Grimm, many of its own heroes fabricated out of necessity to ward away negativity.
It all led to a bleak reality: In this world, no one truly believed in heroes any longer aside from naïve children.
...And then on this day, a hero came.
Look up and never forget.
-Thunder claps; winds intensify; and a warm radiance begins to permeate.
In this once vibrant world left abandoned and forgotten even by their progenitor Gods...
"Unleash your light."
The breadth of the stars still shines!
Ripples of energy and magic pulsed into a towering pillar of light raining down mots of golden energy like snowflakes. They danced from up high and descended upon Remnant's soil and people, melding with the surroundings and drawing forth the energy of life and soul.
The grass began to shimmer, the rocks began to glint, yet most noticeable were the auras surrounding the inhabitants of Mt. Glenn.
Qrow Branwen opened and closed his palms amidst a shower of golden light that seeped into him and drew forth a dark coloured vapour. It danced around him freely under his will, its mere presence causing Grimm and those near him to spontaneously trip or misfire in a show of sudden misfortune. His mouth opened then closed in muted shock.
Nearby, Summer was enveloped in ephemeral white rose petals while in the distance, Ruby was enveloped in rich red of the same variety.
All around, strange and mysterious individual properties left buried and sealed within people were unleashed one by one. The semblances of what they once were in an era of magic and mystery directly drew them from dormancy.
All these subtle things occurred from behind Shirou's broad back, and yet he saw none of it as he focused only on what was ahead of him, his mantle whipping violently in the gales.
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The Huntsman of Red V2
AdventureGuardian, Protector, Hero, and perhaps something more, that was what he had always meant to her, but to others he was simply known as the Huntsman of Red, Remnant's final hope. This story is not mine, it belongs to Parcasious
