Written for @howi99, for a story idea that I helped him develop on Discord, relating to these posts.
The Black Knight of Remnant
Oscar(eyes wide at the sight of a blond knight in black appearing from the glowing circle in his barn): What the…?
???(arms crossed over his chest with his eyes closed): I’m Berserker, a Servant who will be protecting you for the coming Holy Grail War. And I must ask of you.
Berserker(opening his eyes to reveal his amber irises): Are you my-
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Berserker(his right brow rising in confusion as he sees the Farmboy before him): Wait a minute, Oscar?
Oscar(eyes going wide in alarm as his hold on his pitchfork tightens): How do you know my name?!
Berserker(looking around in confusion): This isn’t Haven, where are we? Where are the others?
Berserker(turning back to Oscar): And why are yo-
TING!!!
Berserker(glancing down at the pitchfork that failed to stab through both his aura and his black and red chestplate): D-did you just…?
Oscar(backing up and dropping his pitchfork in fear): AH!!!
Berserker(merely raising a brow at the young boy): Did you just try to stab me in the chest? Through my METAL chestplate?
Oscar(turning around and running out of the barn): I’M SOR-
Oscar(tripping over his own foot): WOAH!!!
Oscar(hitting his head against the side of the barn door): Gah!
Berserker(crying out as Oscar’s consciousness starts to fade): Master?!…Oscar!…
Berserker(as Oscar blinks and sees the knight standing over him): Don’t…orry…I kn…to do…ang on…
Berserker(chanting as Oscar finally succumbs to sweet unconsciousness): For it is in passing…
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He dreamt of a castle, and a field of flowers…
He saw a blonde woman donned in silver and blue armor, wielding a beautiful lance against countless Grimm, a man with silver hair loyally fighting alongside her.
He saw a younger blond in red and silver armor swinging a blade covered in red lightning, a hooded figure with a cloak swinging a flaming blade, and a smiling man in a white jacket with a shining white sword with an ornate blue guard.
He felt great admiration for them, his family, his parents and siblings.
He had a twin, a sister, whose soul shone with a pure, and bright light that welcomed and cherished everyone. But his soul could be considered the opposite, oppressive and dark to those who dared to threaten those he cherished.
If she was a Saint who welcomed others out of the darkness, then he was the Knight who would willingly dirty his hands in said darkness to protect those in the light.
He was his family’s Black Knight, a sword to be aimed at an enemy, and he was content with remaining as such.
Until he met, her…
A smaller more, honest soul…
One almost as pure as his own twin, who admired heroes just as he did, a kindred spirit with innocence in her silver eyes.
“That’s why we’re here, to make everything better…”
She kept him grounded, reminded him that he was more than a weapon, he was a protector, a leader, a Prince.
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He dreamt of flames, and ruins. Of a kingdom burning. And the loss of someone close to them. But most of all he felt…
RAGE!!!
“Cinder…”
Rage against the one person responsible…
“Cinder.”
Rage against a woman who selfishly put herself above others.
“Cinder!”
A witch with burning amber eyes who had the audacity to believe herself untouchable!
“CINDER!!!”
He’d show her that to anger a King, is to face the full wrath of his kingdom!
“CIIIINDEEEEEEEER!!!”
He suddenly sees an ornate black sword with glowing red circle patterns on its blade come into view, resting within a stone among various other weapons.
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“Sink into the mountain of corpses!”
The red patterns on the blade begin pulsing with power as a red and purple aura starts seeping out of it.
“Collapse…”
The blade erupts with an overwhelming power that would make even the oldest of Grimm cower in fear.
“Excalibur…MORGAN!!!”
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Oscar(suddenly jolting awake in a cold sweat): GAH!!!
Oscar(placing a hand on his forehead): It was all a-
Oscar(trailing off as he sees some red gear tattoos on top his hand): -dream…
???(speaking within his mind): Good, you’re awake…
Berserker(as he fades into view before the startled farm boy): I awakened your aura after that tumble you took yesterday, don’t want it happening again, right?
Berserker(walking towards Oscar with his hand outstretched): Now get up, we got a lot of ground to cover if we want to get to Beacon in time.
Oscar(jumping out of bed and away from the armored blond): YOU!!! WHO ARE YOU?!?!?!
Berserker(holding his hands up in a calming manner): Woah, woah! Calm down kid! Your Aunt’s still asleep! And I already told you yesterday.
Berserker(pointing at himself): I’m Berserker
Berserker(a pensive look on his face): Er well, one of them at least…
Berserker(holding his hand out to Oscar): I’m here to keep you safe and help you win the upcoming War.
Oscar(raising a brow): War? What War?! And how am I supposed to trust you?!
Berserker(shaking his head as he tosses Oscar a bag): I’ll explain everything on the way, but we have to get going.
Oscar(still confused as he catches the empty bag): Going where?
Berserker(giving Oscar a small smile): Why to Beacon of course!
Oscar(tossing the bag onto his bed): Why? And who are you?
Berserker(placing a hand on his chin): Well, if you want something to call me, you can call me “Jaltur”.
Jaltur(flashing Oscar a small smile): As for your first question…
Jaltur(as he sees Oscar’s eyes widen in shock): We’ve got a world to save, kid.
Jaltur(smirking as he leaves the room to let Oscar pack): Hope you survive the experience…
To Be Continued…
