Due to the unorganised storyboarding, I have decided to put this mashup on hold before it curdles into a bigger mess. Once I have the characters familiarised, and an end game clear in my head, this project will be paused until further notice. Thank you for the patience and support! ... Every hundredth year, when the ghostly clouds part way for the midnight sun, in the name of hope and defiance towards destiny, blood shall be drawn and shed. ○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ Fate/Fantasy by Anteras Genre: Action, Drama (Friendship, Romance*, Family) * Romance may contain LGBT themes. * Mentioned appearances or key pairings so far: Gillan x Shu-Shu. Warning!! This story is subject to change from T to M in progress of writing. Should any amendments be due, this caution will be edited as well in notice. Author's Note: Hi. First of all a very big thank you for taking interest in this post, and the time to read my forenote! Secondly, "Fate/Fantasy" is an amalgam for various of my interests. If you're a fan of the Fate series, you should notice by now how eyebrow raising the title of this fanfiction is! Within, I have included tidbit scenes from other public sources as well. (Chris reminds me so much of Saber! Jinkeys.) Rather than plagiarism, please consider this an affectionate tribute to some of the most defining favourites of mine. I do not claim credit for any characters or plot except my word vomit. Thanks! ♡ ○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ Chapter 1: Count to One Hundredth Late morning, in a modest-sized but lavishly designed institution ... "And since today is the last day of Ketarh for some of you," Principal Alfred glanced at the brunette seated by the window, Deborah, who smiled at him knowingly, "I figured I will just tell you a story!" The class groaned in unspoken unison. "Professor Al, we're not kids anymore. Can we just skip to the end of the lesson and just go?" A blonde girl with short hair and a bandaged patched on her cheek grumbled. "No can do, children," The bearded man shook his head, "I'm afraid this is mandatory. Have you heard of the Midnight Sun?" ... "Once upon a time, there was a woman who was well versed with the arcane arts. However strong she was, she could not cure her daughter of the mysterious ailment that plagued the poor child." A purple brow cocked skywards. "One year, she was sure that her daughter was dying, and in desperation, went to a powerful mage for help." "Wait," he raised up a hand with a wry grin, "I thought you said she was deep into the magic hocus pocus stuff. She went to another person anyway?" "Well, apparently the other person was her mentor," his blue haired counterpart chirped. "Okay. You may continue," he pecked her cheek and smirked, "-now." "So! The mentor said to the mother, that there is but one last resort she could hope for, and that was the Hundredth Year War." "Hundred Year War? That's some dispute." The girl waved her hands with a giggle, "Nooo. It's hundredth. It happens and ends quickly, but only once every hundred years, when the Midnight Sun appears." "Midnight Sun? Sounds like a poetic way to call the moon." "Oh, I agree! But this one is special, for it grants wishes." "Like a shooting star?" Her partner's eyes narrowed into smiling reds. "Shu-Shu, is this a fairy tale? I thought you told me to prepare for tragedy." "Ah, well, it only grants you a summoned aide, per se, to help you in battle." ... "... A ... war?" "Yes, to obtain a wish." "But, people would kill one another to have a wish granted?" An umber-haired boy frowned. "Not necessarily kill one another, Klein. Just eliminate their summons would suffice." "The summon is tied to its conjurer, correct? Is it inaccurate of me to hypothesise that killing the conjurer also kills the summon, then?" Principal Alfred looked taken aback for a split second, but regained composure almost as quick. "Correct, Isaac." The blonde boy in glasses smirked. ... "In the end she emerged as the final victor along with two others." "Runner-ups," her partner mused, earning a playful bump on his shoulder. "Three wishes. For three people." ... "How does it work?" "I'm not sure, Chenny. Unfortunately I never ... well I never won." Someone snickered. "So you're not the best, professor?" The principal grimly smiled. "No, Jenny, that's not it. I couldn't win because ..." ... "She wanted her daughter to be with her forever, so she wished for a cure to all her daughter's deteriorating health. The wish immortalised the girl," Shu-Shu finished quietly, "and now she's cursed to see people die around her." Her partner sat in silence for a while before shaking his head with a small laugh, "You sounded so sad one would think you know that duo." "I'm good, right?" "So how does it all end?" "The mother died of old age eventually, since no magic except from the moon stops aging." "And the girl?" "I heard she appears here and there. Someone claimed to have seen her here in Foose!" "Mmm, spooky," he rolled his eyes good-naturedly and pecked his girlfriend's cheek. "Well, lucky girl." "Really?" "Yeah." "... Ah, we're supposed to tell each other tragedies right? Your turn! I'm ready~" Her partner remained quiet. Stoic, almost. "... Gillan?" She pouted and probed meekly. Her frown turned upside down when he held her hand and spoke slowly. "Shu, I'm ill. I think I'm dying." Her world turned upside down. ... "... I'm not the worst." ○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ To be continued. Footnote: That ... was a weird pairing, right? It just came to mind while I was plotting the storyline loosely so I rode the wave. Gillan here is smitten and in a happy relationship; he is also not (yet) bonkers. Isaac is Lord, the game MC. I refuse to use an OC name. I'm really not good with staging chapters so hopefully they get better as we go. Check: Confirmed students are Deborah, Jenny, Klein, Isaac/Lord, Chenny. There are other students yet to debut.