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.
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11 (Finale)
‘Assassin!’ Rider growled.
‘How astute of you.’
Grunting, Rider struggled to his feet. His time was quickly running out.
Assassin chuckled. ‘Are you going to fight me, Rider? In that state? You can barely stand.’
‘Just who the hell do you think I am?’
‘I’ve no idea. Why don’t you enlighten me?’
This is the master post for my story, Clocks. You can find shortcuts to each chapter here as well as a brief summary of the story.
We humans measure our lives with reference to time. We measure time with clocks. When our perception of clocks changes, what impact will that have on our perception of time and, in turn, our lives?
Lancer was outmatched. That much could be said. The opponent standing before her was Rider; her first opponent, and in some twist of fate, her final opponent.
They didn’t see eye to eye. Figuratively, this was because they were competing to be the sole victor of the Holy Grail War. Literally, this was because Rider sat entombed with his Master within an enormous red suit of armour that towered over Lancer. Under normal circumstances, any Servant should have trembled with fear, but Lancer didn’t. She had experience with beings like this one.
‘You’ve been busy, Assassin,’ the girl at the desk said, without looking up.
‘But of course,’ Assassin replied, entering his Master’s quarters. ‘I was instructed not to return until I had gleaned something useful, after all.’
‘You weren’t instructed to get involved. I know about the Master you killed.’
The hospital kept me in observation for a short while afterwards, but quickly enough I was given a clean bill of health and sent home to the awaiting news crews. As it would turn out, my story would have quite the impact on the world in the coming months. My dysfunctional Life Clock caused irreparable damage to the manufacturer’s reputation. They even offered to have it replaced or disabled if I kept quiet. But it was too late for them.