Fate/Stray

Chapter One: Straying Fate

"Yru..."

The misty darkness cursed me to blindness beckoning me to follow it like a fool as a distant voice echoed around me,

"Yrustviel..."

The voice drew closer breaking the chilling silence, the dark only brought cold and nothingness as I tried to reach out for the warm and somewhat familiar voice, feeling completely lost but found at the same time.

"Yru... Fight..."

The voice died away and the dark mist swept past me as I fell further into its haunting void. My heart feeling nothing as I sank back to the golden light below me.

"Survive my child..."

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My eyes slowly opened as the light from my mind faded away along with the misty darkness to show my plain Japanese style dimly lit room. My music carried lightly through the air, giving me some comfort and protection from the dark silence. I remain motionless as I stared blankly across the room. Eventually, I finally sat up resting my arms on my knees, trying not to disturb the sleeping deep blue dragon beside me. I sighed at another restless night before slowly swinging my legs over the futon. Groaning, I put my head between my legs before pushing myself up and walking over to the large window which resided on the far end of the room, passing a normal wooden desk with a few papers scattered on it and an old oak wardrobe. Once there, I placed my hand and forehead on the freezing glass, welcoming its coldness before muttering to nothingness.

"Hello Dark remember me..."

...

Groaning once again, I tugged off my white fluffy oversized jumper, black sleep shorts, dark crimson leggings and undergarments before stepping into the boiling hot shower, not feeling the scorching temperature. Sighing, I leaned my left arm against the plain tiled wall which had already had condensation moistening it. Closing my eyes I let the water/stream roll down my pale body, tipping my head up slightly before placing against my left arm. I hate water, a thought bubbled from the back of my mind making me cringe before sighing as a small dull yellow dragon purred happily, rubbing its soft head against my legs like a cat.

...

I opened the wooden wardrobe and was greeted by the clothes my father once brought me, shirts, skirts, shorts, hoodies, trousers, even dresses that I have never touched and some traditional Japanese clothes. I put on my usual 'school attire', an oversized dark grey hoodie that stopped just above mid-thigh and black jeans, before sliding the wooden Japanese door open and heading towards the kitchen, shortly followed by a lime green flying lizard puffing light grey smoke in joy.

It was about 3 am, I yawned and rubbed my left eye, slightly raising the thick black fringe that always hides it. I shoved some bread into the toaster. Not really feeling hungry, I petted the small yellow animal that wagged its scalely tail before heading into the Library where all the books, scrolls, maps and letters that I could ever need slept.

The Library greeted me like an old friend. The vast valleys of books radiated by the large window, where I normally sit and read, that sat at the end of the room through the dusty air that forever occupied the Library as did the dark wooden balconies that allowed more room for the precious knowledge. As I walked past the ancient books I ran my index fingertip lightly across the aged spines, enjoying the touch and comfort of the familiar knowledge I grew up with. I paused suddenly at a strange aura. Frowning, I gently pulled the odd book out, wiping away the dust that mistreated it. Reading the title, I remembered reading it when I was younger. I tapped its slightly tattered spine with my left index finger before running it across the golden engraved title, feeling the calligraphy lettering beneath. 'The Holy Grail Wars' tickled under my fingertip before I tapped its spine again out of habit and walked out of the Library but not before looking at the picture of a three year old me and my mother and father. They had their strong arms around my small body smiling happily. My mother's beautiful golden hair shining brightly next to mine and father's dull ebony. Has it been that long already, I thought before heading back to the kitchen that was conjoined with the sitting room where my toast and Gareon waited for me. I put my iPhone on the large black docking station in the corner of the room and played my 'depressing' music as everyone calls it.