Yujul Emiya I
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Tenant 1. All Men and Women are equal. As Decreed by the Merciful All Mother.
Tenent 2. No Man or Woman shall kneel, Bow, or supplicate themselves to anyone, even divinity. As decreed by the Benign All Mother.
Tenent 3. All who are believers in the Great All Mother shall take on the Last Name 'Emiya' or 'Einbzburn', regardless of that believers origin. As decreed by the Generous All Mother.
Tenent 4. -
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Yujul 'Emiya's' hands shook, and yet his brush work was perfect, his inscription of the first draft of holy text almost perfect. He sat within the caravan hosting the All Merciful God of Gods, Emiya. She was of Two Names, the other being Einzburn. The old Scribe and Slave did not weep in her Prescence, but how he wished to do so. He refused to weep, even when his soul screamed with joy.
To the All Mother, we are all her children, even if indirectly.
He new epitat, the name: Emiya. was a gift from the All Mother, and he wished to kneel, but the testament, the decree of his Lady forbid such a debasing act.
Yujul was old, a failed Maestor, a tutor for rich and spoiled children in Meereen, and now a true believer.
His eyes were covered in a special Myrish glass, an experiment from his old masters to fix sight, one that failed. He wore them anyways, they only helped with sight a bit, but it was enough to take in Her blinding radiance.
His beard was uncut, and he has been told many times that it hung far too low, but he never cut it, as was tradition amongst his people. Yujul Emiya wished to honor the people, the people he was forever cut off from, those who were purged by the Slavers of Meereen and dead or in chains, so he wore his beard until it 'reach his balls' as one upstart young man said.
His old rags, only slightly better then the rags of his fellow, were taken off and replaced with the clothes of the men his new Goddess slew. Some of the crones, like Rigela gathered and repaired the clothes in the night, and resew the damage done to them by the rightful conquest his God committed.
Rigela 'Einzburn' was a homely woman, 'pragmatic' as the crooked men of Old Town would say. Her hair was grey speckled black, a frizzy mess that never went past her shoulders. She also wore looted cloth, the gift of the Mother. They both rode in the same carriage as the All Mother, their destination clear.
"You're magnanimous holiness, may I ask what our new names mean?", Rigela asked, the only one who had the gall to do so, and yet Yujul knew that the Mother was patient and willing to answer questions. Rigela has yet to truly blaspheme, but Yujul kept his eyes wide and open in case she did.
He snapped his head to watch the contemplating expression of the Holy Creator.
Her face was soft, and yet sharp, eyes larger than any normal mans, the iris's glinted a bright crimson. Her eyes were truly mesmerizing, but it was her hair that caught Yujuls attention. Locks of slightly curled long hair, colored like snow. It hung off her and brushed against her stunning dress.
A white shawl over a black set of identical and smaller clothes underneath it, its sleaves were large and baggy, yet flowed easily. Its cloth work was divine, as attested by the masterful seamstress beside him, the perfect dress.
"Hmm, well, there was once a Man.... His name was Kiritsugu Emiya and he was a hero."
To the side of his multiple papers, he began to write. His new name was that of an ancient hero, one so important that the All Mother knew of him and his tale. Yujul wished to weep, but he must write.
"He... wished to create an Ultimate Peace, a world with no evil, no war, and no strife."
Such a lofty goal, one that he dared to say could be perfect. It was truly the ideal of a Hero if he ever heard of one. The tales of the Citadel had heroes, but none with goals as lofty and perfect.
"For he suffered under the yoke of evil, war and strife, and truly wished to create such a world that no one suffered the same fate as him"
Yujul felt the weight of his name grow as every sentence came, but he bore the burden, the burden his god has given him to hold.
"There was once a Woman, one who was created, not born. Without a purpose other then to be a sacrifice to those would make Wish's upon... the Stars."
The Star God demanded sacrifice in the ancient world, he wrote.
"She had White Hair, Red eyes and... was of partial Divinity."
What?
"She was not a human, but something else, and she was made with no purpose other to be used like a coin to 'buy' a wish. The woman, part god and part human, wished also, for the world to be made better."
He furiously wrote the words of his Goddess, but his mind raced. White hair and Red eyes are the signs of the divine, and that Woman, was a demigod.
"Kiritsgu Emiya and Iriesviel Von Einzburn married, and they agreed that Iresviel would be that Coin for the Stars, and Kiritsugu Emiya the one to make the wish. The Star god laughed at Kiritsugu Emiya, who killed his wife so she may become the Coin the God... of Stars desired."
"The Star God wrought chaos and destruction, for Kiritsugu Emiya was not Pure of Heart, even if he was Pure of Ideals, so the wish that Ireisveil wanted was put towards to death."
The Goddess stood, her eyes glassed over, as if lost in memory, her hands gesturing towards the air of the carriage, and Yujul's breathe was caught in his throat. The Star God was cruel and petty, like all gods that aren't the All Mother. He saw Rigela's brown eyes widen.
"Kiristugu Emiya was lost, before he found a child. A Child with red hair and a unnatural talent for the sword. Kiristugu Emiya took this pure child and named him Shirou Emiya."
"Shirou Emiya would fight for his Fathers ideal, to be a hero for the world itself. Kiristrugu Emiya would die of a hollow heart, his ideals passed onto his Adopted son. Shirou Emiya with his heart pure and his swords ready, he battled the 6 Apostles of the Star God."
And Yujul saw 'it', in his minds eyes, the world that was described. He saw the cruel god above who twisted wishes into death, and the Hero who failed. He felt as if he bore witness to the monstrous apostles of that Cruel deity, and the Hero, son of the Broken Man who rose above and cut them down.
His Quill never stopped.
"Shirou Emiya would win against all 6 of those apostles, before slaying the Star God with the help of the true born Daughter of Iresviel and Kiritsugu, Illya Von Einzburn."
He saw the two, Son and daughter of the Two Heroes of that age, of the Coin and Ideal, side by side, warring with the mighty cruelty and winning. A tear began to roll down his cheek.
They never got their perfect world without strife, but they avenge their parents, and.... those names had a meaning that Yujul could only hope was a declaration of hope.
"I took those names from them.... because they were worthy."
"My Old name would not be... Translatable to this place, I chose My new name be Victor Emiya-Einzburn, for simplicities sake."
The All Mother, in her human incarnation, chose the names of a Broken Hero and A sacrifice, besides a Manly name. It was a statement.
She also was a sacrifice, For she was the Mother of all, and who would sacrifice more then a Mother for her children?
She is a broken hero, who watched her sons and daughters become cruel, just by the actions of the Star God, it told him of her wish for her children, the other gods to be better, but they failed again and again to meet their collective mothers wish.
She, while away from her perfect heaven, struggled like how any man could.
Yujul shivered, and he finally put the quill down, his ink out. He was the one carrying all the ink in their put together caravan, so he knew there was no more. Avah, the young man who kept testing Yujuls patience with his blasphemy, was the only other Freedman who could read and write, so it was entirely up to Yujul to keep the recordings of the All Mother, Victor Emiya-Einzburn.
His ladies Head snapped to the left, and her face, once one of contemplation and remembrance, was now the rictus of focus.
"Goddamnit, Her Sircuts are misfiring again", She said, and then she was gone, only the swing door of the carriage and the woosh of wind from the goddess movement being the indicator that she had even been here in the first place.
He wanted to follow, but he remembered the words about the collapse whore amongst there midst. 'This one has... awakened her magic, so being near her will be dangerous.', His goddess said earlier in the day, right before they began the journey.
The woman had collapse while opening the last of the locked boxes that their shared master had hoarded.
The man who brought the unconscious woman had began to kneel with the body before they all saw the pure rage on the Goddess's face. The man was smart and did not kneel.
Yujul was unsure of what to feel that the Great Goddess was caring for a Witch, and that said Witch had Lady Emiya-Einzburn's approval. Normally, magic was thought of to be something that required sacrifice, something that took from people so that the wielder could inflict suffering.
To be so.... what was the word,.... lax about the witch awakening her magic, made Yujul sick.
Surely there are better matters to attend to then some Slavers Whore?
He began to go through the multiple pages of parchment he dedicated to the inscribing of his Great Ladies word. Rigela beside him folded her shaking hands into her lap. the old seamstress without a new task.
Both him and Rigela were the people chosen to act as the Mighty All Mothers personal retainers, to ask and be asked questions that one from the heaven above would answer.
He has confirmed the All-Mother is not all knowing, but she lived up to every other expectation and broke through them akin to a Bull against a House of Glass.
He watched that once, the Bull he meant, it was an entertaining ordeal, and one the Master who held his chain said was wasted on a collard fool like himself,.
He idly wondered if the Targaryen's were of divine nature. The dragon kings of old were known for having Goldish Silver hair, and eyes the shade of Purple that dyes struggled to replicate. Ireisviel Von Einzburn was a created demigod, described as if she was the incarnation of the All Mother, and yet the All mother did not use 'I' or 'We' during the tales retelling. So an attempt of Man to create a new god as a sacrifice to the Mad Star God.
He combed his beard with one of his hands.
"Her Holiness must be grooming the Witch to be one of her Priest....", Rigela whispered, and it struck Yujul as wisdom.
Of Course! What a better fate for a Witch then to become the Great Goddess's envoy!
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Victor Emiya-Einxburn
Jesus Christ that was Cringe.
Retelling the story of Fate into something digestible to the common peasant was harder then it looked. There was dick all that I could do about the lack of context, so I had to translate certain parts.
The Star God? The holy grail/corrupted grail.
The Coin? The process of becoming the grail.
The Apostles? A bit confusing considering Nasuverse lore, but it was just the Servants from the 5th war.
It was all a summarized version of events mostly a mix of Heavens feel and UBW.
It wasn't as heroic as I could make it, but it was the most honest version I could give.
I examined by student, the same woman I healed with healing Magecraft when I first came to this... world? Dimension? Universe? what ever its called, she was the first I used Magecraft on. It turned out that having your body flooded with Magecraft, it awakens dormant circuits. Who would have thought of that? Not me.
The young woman, Keira, was maybe at most. 25, was a tanned beauty, with sharp eyelashes and a decent figure. I could see the outline of abs and a decent set of thighs, and tried my best to not have any bad thoughts. Surprisingly there were faint calloses on her hands. Solid 7/10 in my proffesional opinion.
I strangled my ocean of Od (Prana, or sometimes Mana), and let a droplet of the energy circulate into her body, tracing the newly awakened circuits and doing my best to stop her body from unraveling.
"Hm.... solid all round, decent count..... what's that, 27? that's got to be at least high B rank, like a .... 6th gen magus?, Huh.", I continued my examination as the caravans trotted along. The thing they never tell you about being stuck in low tier fantasy land, is the fucking travel times.
I can run faster then this entire train, and yet, It would take them weeks to get anywhere.
It fuckin sucked.
Mid examination, while I was talking aloud, her eyes fluttered open for a moment, and I barely reacted in time for a dagger to come flying out of her hand.
Jesus, what is she, a trained assassin?
She drew blood, only a thin line, but she still did. I checked and she was passed out again.
Hm...
Unconscious use of reinforcement magecraft?
Not bad, student of mine.
The caravan stopped, and I looked behind me to see Yujul and Rigela looking at me after climbing into Keira's lone carriage.
I began applying healing Magecraft to my face, letting the thin cut seal over and eventually disappear, but it did not stop Yujul and Rigela from gawking at me like i grew a second head.
"What?", I asked, and Yujul looked like he was going to kill someone.