A Certain Summoning [CLOSED]
It was certainly something, the summoning of a Heroic Spirit.
For a legend, a soul long since departed from the mortal coil, to be materialized once again in reality, to be granted human form... it was certainly a miracle among miracles, a sight unlike any other in the world.
Rings of light whirled with increasing speed, shining brilliantly, emitting a resonant hum that seemed to shake the very air about them.
The glow at their center became almost blinding, as something that wasn’t suddenly was, an eternity being compressed into an instant.
Spiritual particles, dancing about as if they were fairies, winked into existence from thin air, drawing together, forming together, bringing forth that which was known as a Servant, bringing forth a story into reality.
Of course, Saber himself thought nothing of it.
It was not that he hadn’t been summoned before; he almost certainly had, even if he held no memories of it, only vague feelings.
Rather, he was merely the sort of person who had no thoughts about beauty.
In life, he had been Sir Kay, the knight without a romance, the knight best known for his sharp tongue and boorish personality.
There was very little that could surprise him, or even arouse anything resembling strong emotion in him.
He had lived his life without a care in the world, with a certain sense of nihilism and a certain lack of care about his surroundings and situation.
This second life he had been granted would be much the same.
Certainly, he thought to himself as his existence stabilized and his mind was once more conscious, he would do his duty to the best of his ability.
Human history, the stories of other people, wasn’t worth a damn, just as his story was something devoid of meaning.
But it would certainly be a problem if it burned away, so sure, he would do his part, and hopefully bed some beautiful women along the way.
That was his resolve as a Servant, such as it were.
Time to get the inane introductions out of the way.
“Servant Saber, Sir Kay of the Roun-... wait.”
His voice was... off.
The pitch was much too high.
And... now that he thought about it... though this was the body he was summoned in, something seemed... unfamiliar.
Yet... at the same time... it was also distinctly familiar.
Haltingly, with a hesitation quite unlike the impulsive and stubborn Kay, he raised one slender hand, brought it to his chest, and grasped it.
Squish.
“Oh bollocks.”
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