Reflection, Prologue I: Broken Mirrors (Emiya)
If you can't beat the enemy... imagine what can.
"Emiya-kun... what are you fighting for?"
Your imagination is the most powerful weapon you possess.
"Shirou, go; quickly!"
Trace: On.
"Sayonara, Onii-chan..."
Image: On.
"Shirou... you should really eat more! Here's my share!"
Image: On.
"Pathetic mongrel, rise!"
Think of the most powerful tool you can...
"Ye really think that ye can take me down that easily, do ya? Well, let's see what 'me mate here can say 'bout it!"
And create it.
"Come at me as many times as you wish, my blade will always cut you down."
IMAGE: ON!
"EMIYA SHIROU!"
And a hail of blades rained.
/-/-/-/-/
Blood.
Pain.
Grief.
He reached...
Deep brown eyes met fading earthen.
"You can't stop me. You never could."
This isn't right...
Doom.
You can't do this...
The red cloak billowed as the figure turned.
Not our future...
He saw her smile again.
I can't let you...
It was hopeless.
No...
/-/-/-/-/
The smell of gunpowder and scent of cheap cologne.
"You have an ambition, kid?"
Drip.
"My dream..."
Drop.
"Is to become a Hero of Justice."
/-/-/-/-/
A/N: I have no regrets.
If you can't beat the enemy... imagine what can.
"Emiya-kun... what are you fighting for?"
Your imagination is the most powerful weapon you possess.
"Shirou, go; quickly!"
Trace: On.
"Sayonara, Onii-chan..."
Image: On.
"Shirou... you should really eat more! Here's my share!"
Image: On.
"Pathetic mongrel, rise!"
Think of the most powerful tool you can...
"Ye really think that ye can take me down that easily, do ya? Well, let's see what 'me mate here can say 'bout it!"
And create it.
"Come at me as many times as you wish, my blade will always cut you down."
IMAGE: ON!
"EMIYA SHIROU!"
And a hail of blades rained.
/-/-/-/-/
Blood.
Pain.
Grief.
He reached...
Deep brown eyes met fading earthen.
"You can't stop me. You never could."
This isn't right...
Doom.
You can't do this...
The red cloak billowed as the figure turned.
Not our future...
He saw her smile again.
I can't let you...
It was hopeless.
No...
/-/-/-/-/
The smell of gunpowder and scent of cheap cologne.
"You have an ambition, kid?"
Drip.
"My dream..."
Drop.
"Is to become a Hero of Justice."
/-/-/-/-/
A/N: I have no regrets.