Fate/War of Anomalies: a Jeanne D'Arc Alter x Male Reader fanfic (Discontinued)

Chapter 3: Visions of the Void

A/N: This chapter will be written as if Y/N was writing in a journal. Also, there is a very important decision at the end of the Chapter. Enjoy the chapter.

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11th of November, 1939

We started our journey in London with a small fleet consisting of four patrol vessels, two destroyers, a cruiser, a battlecruiser, and an aircraft carrier. It's been three days since we set sail towards the Japanese mainland. It's is going to be a forty-seven-day voyage. I had a sudden realization today about how we inquired such a grand escort. I asked the Fleet Admiral about it and he told me that The Mages Association recently bought these ships in case of another war. He said some were stolen by the axis. The rest of the day wasn't that interesting. The soldiers were just running drills and making sure that we didn't get sunk by a U-boat. While they were doing that I was just polishing my weapons. Overall, a boring day. I've been wondering about the masters of this mission. There are so many questions I don't know yet. I want to know why Finland has two masters, what all the masters' servants are, or even what their true aim is.

19th of November, 1939

I started to talk to the other masters. Inkeri Edelfelt and I had a friendly debate over tea about the importance of a mage's blood. She seemed to believe that blood was everything. Even if you had only a few generations of mages in a family, that doesn't mean they're weak. I believe that to obtain potent magic you must find it through experience, you aren't just born with it.

Also, I had some conversations with that French master. His name is Roland Yves. I relate to him because of the fact both our families are nearly unheard of. He told me that he was a fourth-generation magus. I told him that I didn't know my generation. This was a lie, my family is the oldest magus family in the world so I got to know my generation. My generation is five thousand fifty-two.

5:00, 1st of December, 1939

I keep having night terrors. These night terrors seem to be new. It's mainly two recurring ones. In the first one, I was outside and sat on a golden throne. It looked like the time I sat on that empty throne. However, there were now piles of gold coins next to me. In front of me were several types of yellow and red flowers that made a pattern. It almost looked like the sun. I had the same feeling of looking upon it. It was blazing hot as well. I looked around and saw people building structures I've never seen before. I look in horror to see them being whipped to build it...they're slaves being forced to carry stones for architecture. I saw more wrong with this picture. There were sacrifices to gods, daily looting, and more. This is a corrupt society. In the end, I saw a blade being worshiped as salvation.

The second one was much different from the first. I didn't know where I was, who I was, or even what I was. It was dark everywhere. It looked like a void. I felt a sense of dread. Almost every step I took was followed by the sound of splashing water. Every step I took made me sink deeper. I couldn't stop walking. It felt intoxicating. Only when I was up to my shoulders in the void. When the black liquid got to my mouth, I tasted nothing. That liquid made me see visions. I saw the past, the present, and the future. I saw horrible things. It made me see what happened to my parents. I never knew what happened before, I was with my friend.

Past: 20:00, 4th of September, 1928

In the first vision, I felt like I wasn't myself. Almost as if I was someone else. Yet there was still a connection. A binding force that made me see what happens.