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Prologue

There was once a boy, he once said

"I don't want to watch people die,

If people can be saved

could it be possible to save every person that was suffering?"

The boy at the time didn't understand the burden of his words, he didn't understand the weight those words held, that it would crush him endlessly like an unrelenting force, that it would drive him mad, that he would forsake those very same words he held dear, that drove him to become a hero.

A hero that couldn't save everybody.

So he cried and cursed, driven to madness, he schemed to kill himself, to free himself of the burden he had chained himself with.

Yes, he would kill the person he was before, the person-no the boy he was long before and so he tried.

But he failed, the boy's determination pierced him, the boy had seen his end and he gladly accepted it with open arms startling the stained hero, shattering the despair that held him in chains but...

In trying to subjugate the boy, the hero had created an unseen reaction, the one person who he had understood couldn't be saved...again because of his selfishness, he had failed again so he told her, apologising for his misplaced selfishness

"Saber, one day, someone will appear who will save you"

So he prayed.

And fate decided to answer.

This is the story of an empty shell of a boy who was the answer to the hero's prayer.