A thin and sickly young man sat on a bench at the boundary of the NQSC inner city, a cup of steaming coffee in his hand.
His black hair was unkempt and carried a layer of grime as did all his clothes, a common hallmark of someone from the outskirts. His eyes were half lidded and shrouded by dark circles yet despite that he still held his gaze on the inner city and the tower in its center.
From his position he could see the way the slope of the ground dropped off as soon as one crossed from the realm of common men and entered the land of the elites. He could see the vast forests and parks of the wealthy, the artificial rivers and waterfalls that poured through their homes and flowed toward the central tower.
And he saw the security wall that wrapped around the inner city. One final layer to separate the common rabble from the playground of rich and powerful.It seemed strange that the lowest point in the city could be so very desirable, and seemed even stranger that the barrier around it was so effective.
If he really wanted to, he could probably get past it and throw himself over the edge. Only to tumble a kilometer down and leave a bloody stain of some Legacy Clan's front lawn.
The thought tumbled through his mind for only a moment before he cast it out. As much as it irked him to have spent all his life savings to get into the city only to come up too short to get all the way to the realm of the elites he wasn't about to off himself.
He knew would be dying soon, but he'd rather do it fighting.
The young man looked down at the steaming cup of the coffee in his hands, a premium blend made from real plants rather than synthetic compounds. It had taken all the money he had leftover after he found he couldn't afford to reach the central tower.
It wasn't as nice as getting to die in the city's swankiest police station, but drinking real genuine coffee before he dies in his first nightmare was a half decent consolation prize.
"Ah! What the hell! Why is this so bitter?"
Or at least it was before he actually tasted it. How the hell do big wigs and fat cats drink this swill so much. What kind of idiot spends so much money just to have their tongue violated.
"You might want to add some sugar or cream to that young man."
The young man snapped up in surprise and scrambled at the sound of a voice next to him.
There on the bench, that he was damn well certain had been empty a moment ago, was a woman who was so impossibly beautiful it left his mind completely short circuited.
She was wearing an elegant and intricate white dress that looked to be worth more money than the young man could imagine. At first glance it seemed the kind of thing that would be right at home in a billionaire's ballroom and yet looking closer revealed the shoulder pieces were actual pauldrons and the boots were armored.
She had long pink hair that ran down her back, the hair the exact color as her smiling eyes. Her flawless skin was smooth and pale, though unlike the young man's own sickly skin hers had a faint dusting of healthy color that made her look like porcelain.
She didn't have a single wrinkle or imperfection in sight which made it impossible to guess her age. Her sheer beauty made her appear to be in her 20s and yet the way she sat and held herself carried an air of maturity which made that guess seem far too low.
All those traits were further enhanced and accentuated by the air the woman had about her. When he looked at her it was almost as though the world yielded to her presence and moved aside to let her be. All the air around her carried a scent of warmth and comfort. Which didn't make sense considering those weren't even smells.
Even her otherworldly presence wasn't the most striking thing about the woman though.
That honor went to the two pitch black horns on her head, a clear indicator that the woman sitting there was one of the Terrans from Babel.
"Are you all right?"
Her question broke him out of his trance and suddenly reminded him he was staring at her with his mouth agape. "Ah… I uh, yea I'm fine."
Her face lit up with a smile warm enough to have melted concrete "I'm glad to hear that. Oh!" She turned to her side and rummaged around in her pocket before pulling out several white packets and a small plastic container.
"I have some spare sugar and cream if you'd like to try and salvage that coffee. It's nicer if you just enjoy the drink instead of acting tough and having it straight."
The young man looked at the offered sweeteners with an extremely skeptical eye. Despite the indescribable beauty of the woman the fact remained that she was some random stranger basically offering him candy. Or at least the ingredients to candy. There was no way that it wasn't some kind of trick or something. Maybe some inner city ploy to drug and kidnap him.
"I… appreciate the offer but I think I'll just finish it as is. I don't have much time to waste playing with my food." He lightly pushed her hand away and finished the coffee, steadfastly refusing to let his face scrunch up in disgust at the taste.
When he finished chugging the drink he looked back over at the woman and saw that she had a soft frown on her face. "I'm sad to see what you thought of my offer."
She ripped open the packages and poured them into her own drink, stirring it and turning the nearly black beverage into a warm brown. As she slowly sipped from it she turned her gaze out to the city center "It really was just sugar and cream."
The young man glared down at the empty coffee in his hand and the woman beside him before sighing and crumpling the cup.
He knew it wasn't the wrong call to doubt some random stranger, but having her reply like that was still embarrassing. It served to remind him of the fact he spent the last of his money, and maybe even his last meal, on some crappy coffee.
He stood up from the bench and turned to walk away, only pausing to send back a sarcastic reply. "Thanks for the lesson in trusting strangers. I'll be sure to remember it for the rest of my life."
As he moved to stand up the woman's voice stopped him "Why did you come all the way into the city if you're so sure you'll die in your nightmare?"
He stopped cold, eyes going wide as her words registered. He hadn't told her a damn thing about his nightmare, and hadn't mentioned anything about why he was here. Was he that easy to read? That predictable? Was she a mind reader or something?
He turned back around with a rising pit of anger in his gut, all too ready to shout the woman down for prying. For being presumptuous enough to look down on him and pity him.
That righteous anger died when he looked back and saw her staring at him with the most genuine look of… concern he had ever seen. Those eyes, that expression, it was like that special kind of pity a parent would send to a child when they cursed and screamed. A look of sadness for them rather than anger or pity.
His anger dried up, all the wind plucked from those fiery sails only to be replaced by a tired emptiness.
He didn't know how to explain that dying was the only outcome someone like him could expect. He was outskirts trash, an orphan who scrounged for scraps and bits of food in the bowls of the utility layer.
He'd never been formally trained, didn't have a single [Memory] to his name, didn't have legacy abilities to draw on. He wasn't even healthy! Malnutrition, lack of sunlight, lack of sleep, and exposure to toxins left him thin as a rail and riddled with maladies. What the hell kind of chance did someone like him have surviving his nightmare?
So if he was going to die at least stink up the nicest police station he could when he failed. If he's stuck going down then at least he could cause an issue somewhere he would be seen.
He hesitated to speak, searching for some way to cram all those thoughts and ideas into words, some way to explain everything in his head right now.
As he looked down at his hands and saw his dirty calloused fingers it all clicked. "I want someone to be forced to see that I exist. Whether I survive my nightmare and make some elite stutter in surprise, or I fail and dirty the nicest police station in the city with my guts. Either way they'll be forced to see that I was there."
There was a silence between them, several moments of quiet stillness that grew heavier, until the young man shook his head in frustration and turned to leave. What the hell was he thinking opening up to some random elite out of nowhere.
"If that's the case then this is hardly a good enough station for you."
The young man turned back around and saw the woman holding out a hand to him with a sad smile on her face. "I have some business I need to attend to in the district 7 police precinct. I can give you a ride there if you'd like."
He looked down at her hand, the offer still echoing in his head as he considered it. Was this all still some trick? A ploy to drag him off somewhere? Maybe it was as simple as her enjoying being superior and getting a kick out of helping the "less fortunate".
He knew he didn't trust her, couldn't trust anyone willing to offer something like that for free. All he had ever lived through and ever seen proved that he couldn't trust others.
And yet the more he looked at her, the more it seemed like she was actually being… genuine?
He didn't really have that much to lose did he? She might still be some crazy psycho, but there wasn't any other way he would afford to make it to the city center. And the worst that she could do was change how the last few hours of his life before his nightmare were.
As the young man kept convincing himself he never once acknowledged the fact that as he looked at the woman, he started to actually trust her.
He slowly reached out yet hesitated just before grabbing her hand. "Why are you offering this? What do you get out of offering to help me?"
The woman's smile grew softer and sadder as she looked at him. "There are things in the universe that are impossible to stand against. All consuming challenges that no one has any logical reason to try and stand against. Despite that though, there's still value in trying to help."
Her smile gained a melancholic tinge "I can't offer anything that will make it all better, but I can offer a hand to someone who still wants to stand up and keep walking."
The young man went silent, his mind digesting her words and contemplating what she said. The woman calmly waited for him, her arm remaining extended as he thought until he reached his hand forward and grasped hers. "I guess I can't turn down a free ride."
She smiled at him "I'm grateful for a chance to offer help, however little it might be. I suppose introductions are in order though?"
The young man narrowed his eyes slightly before he shifted uncomfortably. As embarrassing as he thought it was, he didn't have any good reason to hide his name. "My name's Sunless, but I go by Sunny."
He expected to get some kind of question about that or maybe a bit of laughter at how strange it was. Instead the woman's smile simply grew wider as she lightly squeezed his hand. "Those are both wonderful names Sunny. In fact compared to yours my name is rather plain."
She let go of Sunny's hand and performed a small courtesy, "My name is Theresa. It's a pleasure to meet you."
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Shirou stared at the cart in front of him, eyes taking in the number of vials on it and the size of them as he quickly realized this was far more than just running some health checks.
"Saint Cor. What is all this?"
The saint looked between the cart and the woman he held by the shoulder, his eyes narrowing in thought as he did. A look of deep frustration and anger came over the older man's face before it was swallowed up by a look of tired weariness which almost made him look his age. "Those are blood samples lad. They were collected because a lot of people were interested in the strange circumstances around your and Tohsaka's nightmares."
Shirou took the words at face value and appreciated the honest admission that they were experimental samples. The admission didn't do anything to restore his trust in the man though.
"Is it normal to collect blood samples from Aspirants? Is this all just a standard procedure taken too far."
Cor sighed and shook his head "No. Maintaining Aspirant privacy is very important to ensuring that no one is afraid to come forward and report to police stations. There's no policy for sample collection whatsoever."
"I see." Shirou grabbed the cart and slowly inched it closer to himself and away from the door. "In that case I think I'd like these samples disposed of, along with any others you have."
The old saint looked down at Shirou, the glare in his eyes balancing between weary and furious but ultimately settling on exhaustion. The old man shook his head and reached into his pocket to grab a phone. "Fine lad. I'll make a call and have your samples disposed of. This lass can take Miss Tohsaka's and flush them down…"
Cor's words were cut off by the cart slamming into the wall of the room. The speed of the throw was enough that the metal and plastic warped and folded along with shattering the display panel. Dripping from the wound in the wall was a slowly forming puddle of blood, the contents of all Rin's blood samples.
Cor regarded the mess with a look of disdain and anger before he turned his attention to Shirou. Said young man calmly stood back up from his throw, the glow on his arms fading after his quick reinforcement. "Forgive me for not having much faith in promises right now Cor."
Cor went silent and stared at Shirou, each second his eyes wandered over the young man's uniformed visage chipping away at his anger. After several seconds the older man sighed and closed his eyes. "In light of everything you've been through I won't hold that against you."
Cor sent a message on his phone and put his hand on the nurses shoulder as they both walked to the door. "Even if you don't believe me, I put in word to discard your samples. After I get this mess settled there's still a lot that we need to talk about regarding your future."
Shirou moved across the room and took up a position in front of Rin's bed "If it's all the same, I'd like to just wait for Rin to wake up and get out of here with her. Until then I don't think there's anything we have to talk about."
Shirou's words were enough to make the man pause at the threshold of the door. For a moment it seemed that he would turn around, but before he did a message on his phone pulled his attention away. A muttered curse was all Shirou heard followed by a weary reply. "I'll send someone to finish your debrief then."
With those parting words the old saint left the room, nurse in tow. The door clicked shut behind them and for the first time since he had awoken Shirou was alone.
He didn't know what to do going forward, didn't know what his next steps should even be. All he had any real confidence in right now was that he couldn't blindly put his trust in the government forces around him.
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Shirou wasn't alone for long and only ten minutes after Cor left another government soldier arrived.
The new arrival looked to be a single rank below Cor based on his uniform and his appearance was plain and straight laced to the point of being non-descript. After arriving he wasted no time diving into a rather robotic script detailing the remaining things Shirou had to be aware of after completing his first Nightmare.
The initial bulk of it was all paperwork and registration forms. Despite Shirou's newfound fears, there were no questionnaires of abilities or interrogation about his nightmare, but rather a litany of painfully normal questions to get him registered as a Sleeper. From there was an explanation of his government stipend, details of finances, a health insurance policy of all things, and a brief comparison table of dental options. The only highlight of it all was the soldier pulling out a camera to quickly capture a shot for Shirou's new government ID.
The rest of the meeting though was taken up by next steps for Shirou as he prepared for the transition from being a Sleeper to an Awakened.
The process of moving up the next rung to a proper Awakened seemed to be something involuntary which would affect every sleeper in the world once per year.
The so-called "First Journey to the Dream Realm" was a strange occurrence that affected every Sleeper in the world at the same time each year by once more forcing them into a coma like sleep. Unlike the nightmare though, the Sleepers would not find themselves in custom tailored illusionary worlds with a trial to overcome. Instead their souls would be cast into the dream realm itself, a world that was every bit as real as the waking world.
Getting an explanation on the difference between the Dream Realm and Nightmares from the soldier was a futile effort, the man more interested in quickly completing the briefing as opposed to answering questions. What he did say was that all the information Shirou would need to prepare for this next trial would be offered at the Sleeper Academy.
Shirou's attendance at said academy was the final issue of discussion in the briefing. It was repeatedly stressed that joining as soon as possible would give Shirou the best chance of survival by giving him as much time as possible to be trained and prepared.
There was a scant month and a half left until the Sleepers would be dragged to the dream realm which left precious little time to actually train and prepare for it.
The only issue though was that going would mean leaving Rin behind.
Shirou's position on that matter was firm, a fact that he made clear when the soldier offered to escort him down to the academy to get processed. The older man at first tried to assure Shirou that there was no charge whatsoever for attendance but that did nothing to sway the young man. At that point his insentence got more pointed.
He detailed the value of getting real combat training from Awakened instructors who could train you to use your new abilities quickly. The value in learning about the topology and topography of the dream realm from experts to help you safely and quickly navigate it. The necessity of learning real survival skills to stay alive when your soul is marooned naked in the middle of nowhere.
Despite all of that, Shirou remained unmoved, firm in his conviction to stay put until Rin awoke.
The soldier offered a token resistance to Shirou's choice, informing hims that there was no way to know how long it would take for Rin to wake up and that staying in the room with her put himself at risk. If she failed in her nightmare and turned Shirou would be left in a locked room to face whatever monster appeared unarmed.
Shirou replied to that concern by planting a pair of projected spears into the floor.
With that the agent concluded his briefing and gathered up all the documents and paperwork, staying back just long enough to let Shirou know that they had rooms and food available for him to use while he waited for Rin to wake up.
Shirou gave a curt refusal to that offer which satisfied the man enough to finally leave, pausing only enough to close and secure the door to the room.
The latching of the bolts carried a sense of weight yet also gave Shirou a chance to relax some of the tension in himself. He had been readying for a fight ever since that blood cart was shown to him and having a solid door between him and anyone else was a relief.
He wasn't ignorant of the fact that if Rin failed he was now locked in a room with whatever may rise from her corpse. But despite that possibility he had a feeling of certainty that she would wake up from her Nightmare.
That only left the issue of staying on watch until she did.
Such a task was one that Shirou's still reeling heart and mind were eager to latch onto, a chance to make up for how long he had lingered in his nightmare. He wasn't sure how long it would take but he was ready to wait as long as it took.
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Sunless felt like he was having an out of body experience as he walked through the halls of the District seven Police Precinct.
"I'm so happy that you were free to help with this Cor. I hadn't expected one of the government's own Saints to be here."
Everything around him had gotten so strange so fast that he was hardly able to keep up with it anymore.
"Theres no need to mention it Theresa. I could hardly refuse such an altruistic request, especially when it came from you of all people."
He had been planning to be sent to his nightmare in the nearest station he could find. It honestly was only wishful thinking to set foot in the central tower of the city and was something Sunless had been preparing himself to consider a fantasy.
"I don't consider myself special Cor. In all honesty it's you and the soldiers alongside you who should be getting praised. It's wonderful to see that you'll take time out of your schedules for an Aspirant, no matter where they're from."
Which made the current situation quite literally impossible to believe. Impossible to even engage with rationally. That coffee back on the bench must have killed him, his body too frail to handle it and his mind now generating a final fleeting fever dream before he died.
That explanation would make far more sense to Sunny than accepting that he was being escorted through the station by a government Saint, a team of government Masters, and a squad of Terrans.
"Yes well, we had a rare moment of down time. It's a nice change of pace to give someone the rundown of their first nightmare. We leave it to the police so much that it's become normal to turn our eyes from Aspirants." A firm hand patted on Sunny's back, the soft gesture from the old saint carrying enough unintended force to make the young man stumble. "As for where he's from, I wouldn't worry about that. One of my proteges is from the Outskirts and she's phenomenal. I have faith that you'll do well too young man, maybe I'll even see you in our uniform once you make it out of your nightmare?"
Sunless's mind was still reeling from everything he had seen since he met Theresa some hours ago. The trip to the tower had already been enough to leave his jaw permanently hanging open.
It started when he found out that the "ride" she offered to him was in fact a lift on a private airship of all things. Owning any kind of personal transport vehicle was a mark of high society living but having a private Airship the size of a building? That was wealth on a level Sunny couldn't wrap his head around.
The shocks only continued when they arrived at the central tower and he saw government agents bend over backwards for Theresa to get her anything she wanted. It had almost seemed like they would trip over each other trying to predict her desires before she said she was here to escort Sunny for his first nightmare.
The sight of so many social elites looking at him and immediately asking if they could grab him something was a surreal one but it still paled in comparison to seeing who would actually be escorting him the rest of the way.
Seeing a Saint up close and in the flesh was a lot to take in. Their presence carried a weight to it that seemed to dominate Sunny's field of view entirely. If it wasn't for the fact that he had met Theresa hours prior he was confident that he would have been partially catatonic when Cor first offered to shake his hand and lead him to his Aspirant holding cell.
Despite all those shocks, Sunny wasn't blind to the last surprise about this situation though, the very same factor he was certain was causing so many important government agents to behave so politely towards an outskirts rat like him.
"I'm not sure what my future will look like, Sir. Anything is possible though."
A flash of light and series of shutter clicks filled the hall at those words, both coming from a small swarm of drones following the Terran group as they walked.
Sunny wasn't blind to the faint tensing of Cor's muscles as the camera's rolled, he couldn't be when the man's hand was still on his shoulder and the faint twitch of anger carried enough force to leave Sunny wincing. He was willing to overlook the older man's slip though. It was clear as day that being in front of cameras like this was not something the Saint enjoyed.
Honestly that was a sentiment that Sunny shared and, were it not for the fact that he suspected those very cameras were his personal ticket for being allowed in here, he would be doing his best to avoid them too. As it stood though it seemed that the pressure to be proper and altruistic on camera was the sole reason he was being escorted to the nicest room in the station, along with being the reason he had a Saint of all people leading him.
A sardonic smirk wormed its way onto the old saint's face, seemingly slipping past his well crafted public mask. "That much is certainly true. Trying to plan too rigidly for the future will often see you made a fool of. You're better off striving to be ready to adapt to any unexpected events as they come."
The group had been walking for nearly twenty minutes by this point and despite the massive size of the station complex they had finally reached the Aspirant Holding Area.
Just like the rest of the station the corridor was immaculate and sleek, nearly a hundred luxury holding cell doors occupied the hall to the point that it almost seemed monotonous. One thing stood out in the area though. A single door that had guards stationed outside of it and what looked like a janitorial crew who had finished cleaning something up.
The sight of it all made Sunny's mind drift to the horrible aftereffects of a failed Nightmare, a possibility made all the more visceral when the cleaning crew passed by pushing a mop cart filled with pinkish water.
It was no secret what could happen when someone failed their nightmare but Sunny could privately admit that he had no interest in seeing the aftereffects up close unless he had to. It seemed that the government forces had the same idea as they subtly moved to block that room from view as the group approached it, Saint Cor even putting a hand on Sunny's shoulder to hurry him along.
As they passed the room the door began to close, staying open just long enough for Sunless to catch a glimpse of what was inside.
Far from an empty room or the aftermath of a bloody struggle though the room had two seemingly unharmed occupants.
One was someone laying prone on the room's table, their position making any details impossible to see from the hall. The second though was clearly visible standing at the foot of the exam table wearing a government uniform with his hands clasped around a spear.
The young man was around Sunless's height, looking only a couple centimeters taller than him. Despite not towering over him the unknown young man's physique was worlds beyond Sunny's frail outskirts build. Despite the grimace on his face he looked healthy and his overall appearance was rather unique looking compared to others Sunless had seen.
Gold eyed and fire red haired pretty boys were the sort of things that you'd see on pop band billboards or advertisements for idol groups. Granted it wasn't that unique compared to some of the Terrans in the media or the new gene mods hitting the market from the Song clan, but seeing it up close was still odd.
A brief glance was all Sunless got as before anything other than a glare could be shared between the two, the door slid shut and the group continued on.
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Sunless felt his eyelids bearing down on him as the slide show presentation finally concluded.
He wasn't sure what was most responsible for this final bout of fatigue. Was it the spell now minutes away from claiming him? The exceptionally comfortable and luxurious exam table he was currently laying on? Or was it what had to be the most cringe-inducing slide deck he had ever seen being read to him by an actual saint of all things?
He had a sneaking suspicion it was the latter but just like everyone else in the room, Sunless wasn't willing to critique anything. Seeing how happy the woman who had created those slides now looked made the idea of revealing the truth far too cruel.
"Well young man, that's about everything. We have a loaner [Memory] program in place but there's a large number of Aspirants right now and our stock is gone. I'd offer you some of mine but they're hardly even usable for an Aspirant." Cor's words slipped into increasingly exhausted ears, yet Sunless was still conscious enough to recognize the bitter unfairness.
After coming all this way the only actual tangible benefit to having his nightmare somewhere nice was denied to him by bad timing. If he was as poetic as his mother had been Sunny would almost call it a cruel twist of fate.
"It would hardly be right to have come all this way only to face your nightmare empty handed. Can you keep your eyes open for a few more moments, Sunny?"
Sunless rolled his head to the side and stared at Theresa through half lidded eyes. The fatigue he felt was beginning to grow more and more intense as his nightmare approached, but despite that he offered a nod and fixed his eyes on her. The feeling of exhaustion plaguing him slipped from his mind when Theresa lifted up her palm and a tangle of glowing threads took shape in her palm.
The mass of threads danced and writhed within Theresa's palm, each thread looking like they were spun from twinkling glass yet still moving like fluid silk. With the seemingly delicate ball of thread floating above her palm Theresa began to work, thin fingers gently pulling and tugging at the air and weaving something into being right before Sunny's eyes.
As she worked the woman in question smiled down at her creation with a look of serenity, her fingers gently dancing through the construct before her with calm precise motions. No one else in the room dared to make a sound while the woman worked and yet it seemed that with or without the silence Theresa was at that moment content.
Sunny's eyes remained glued on the construct forming in her hands completely enraptured by the sight. Something about the entire process spoke to him in a way that a simple woven object never had.
After what could have been moments, minutes, or perhaps even hours Theresa pulled the threads before her taut. The threads dissolved into motes of tingling white light and in their place was a single white flower.
The sight of the faintly glowing plant dominated Sunny's vision, his mind taking stock of the fact that the thing in front of him had just been woven out of thin air.
"I apologize for the appearance. Despite being a seamstress, flowers have always had a special place in my heart. No matter how it looks though, the effect should still help you Sunless."
As Theresa gently pressed the flower into Sunny's chest it dissolved into a golden mist and flowed into him, his vision quickly filling with a series of glowing runes.
[You have received a Memory: Kazdelian Lily]
[Memory Description: A pale white flower bloomed in a battlefield, rising out of lifeless ground. Its growth was a symbol of rebellion against certainty and defiance against annihilation. Those who gaze upon it find their hearts soothed and their spirits warmed.]
Sunless's eyes began to slip closed as those runes flashed and faded before his eyes. Any more thoughts he had soon smothered by the weight of approaching Nightmare.
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Name: Shirou Emiya
True Name: The Question Asked
Rank: ꌈꃔꅐꁲꃔꋖꑀꀷ
Soul Core: Sealed
Soul Fragments: 0/1000
Gears: 0/∞
Blade Fragments: 647/1000
Magic Circuit Count: 27
Magic Circuit Quality: F-
Memories: [Guardian's Mantle], [Honorguard's Bulwark], [Fragment of Home]
Echoes: —
Skills: [Reinforcement: Rank E+], [Projection: Rank E]
Attributes: [Distant], [Third Rate Magus], [Scion of Steel], [?]
Flaw: [Ending of the Dream]
Flaw Description: [Yours is a life that cannot be given away flippantly. You are unable to risk your life to save another.]
Aspect: [Archive of ?????]
Aspect Rank: [ꊿꌈꋖꑀꌅ]
Aspect Description: [Your soul exists as a monument to human endeavors and a temple of heroes. It serves as a resting place, armory, forge, and even foundation for what may one day be.]
Innate Ability: [Unlimited Bladeworks]
Ability Description: [As the armory of your soul grows, the potency of its forge grows as well. With time it may chronicle an entire world]
Aspect Ability: [Spark of Creation]
Ability Description: [Weapons and objects manifested from your soul bear an uncommon weight to them. They are not so easy to erode or dissolve]