The birds outside are chirping as usual. Their song is familiar. One of the neighbours is already mowing their lawn. Possibly number fifteen. The sun is bright enough to illuminate my bedroom, despite the closed curtains. My stomach gurgles. There will be no more sleep to be had this morning.
I was ten years old when I first saw it. Or, rather, didn’t see it. It never really made itself visible. That is not to say it was invisible by any means; no, it always seemed like it was perfectly able to be seen but placed just out of my range of sight. Out of eye-shot, if you will.
Fate/Stay Night is the title of a 2004 visual novel developed by Type-Moon. In the years since it has released, it has spawned a plethora of adaptations, spin-offs, and expansions. In this essay, I will discuss the aspects of the franchise that appeal to me. It should be noted that the aspects I will cover are those that exist regardless of the entry or medium therein; therefore, things such as animation or writing (on a technical level) will not be considered. In discussing these points, I will stress that they are inherently subjective points and therefore will not necessarily apply to anyone but myself. Furthermore, as an explanation of my personal opinion, it is not my intent to posit an argument as to why others should agree with my point of view; rather, this essay serves solely to illuminate one possible way of seeing the franchise.
I loved my wife. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Her eyes twinkled blue like the sky, her cheeks were rosy pink like a cherry blossom, and her hair glowed red like a roaring fire. Everything about her was perfect. And she was mine.
This is the master post for my story, Fate/Cross. You can find shortcuts to each chapter here as well as a brief summary of the story. A spoiler-y summary can be found below the break for those who are more interested in the mechanism than the mystery.
This is a Holy Grail War that shouldn’t be able to exist. Fuyuki City is no stranger to this mysterious ritual or the peculiarities associated with it. But something has been changed. The rules have been rewritten. For this war’s Masters and Servants, the greatest danger lies in the one who knows the truth about them and their impossible circumstances.
When I started this blog, my goal was to write more. Making it publicly accessible was a form of accountability; it would not only be me who saw what I produced, so I had an obligation pulling me up from above as well as a passion pushing from below. So far, that has worked out well. I’ve published, on average, 1,500 words a week since inception, and sometimes more when I wrote an extra piece that I hadn’t planned beforehand. That’s 22 posts in just 4 months.