Rise, o Son of Fionn [closed@Diarmuid]
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At first, there was a darkness. Overtaking his mind, overtaking his self, leaving Kayneth once again paralysed and afraid. No... was his body shutting down? Had the trauma of seeing the destruction of his Servant finally overwhelmed the mage’s body and eroded his sanity to the point of no return? It couldn’t be, could it? There was no way it could end this way...
Let me live... I WANT TO LIVE!
But it was too late. His body was changing, and the former Lord El-melloi was becoming something strange and foreign. His arms lengthened, sinewy and strong, his back straightened and his face changed shape. But what Kayneth noticed most of all when he opened his eyes was sensation. Feeling. He could feel his legs.
No, not his legs. The legs of another.
Mind reeling back to just before he had been transported here. Those red eyes, bloody and haunting. Kayneth would never forget them as long as he lived. But now, looking down at these strong hands and emerald-clad legs standing upright on their own, the mage had no choice but to find the closest reflective surface and see before him...
“Is that... is that me?” Lustrous locks, perfect features, shining teeth and haunting eyes. No doubt about it: staring back at Kayneth were the features of Lancer. Hearing someone behind him caused the mage to quickly turn in fear, only to see-
Himself.
