AN: This is my first fanfic. Criticism will be welcomed.

Shirou glanced up at the never-ending golden portals as he begun to trace more swords. Up ahead, Gilgamesh looked down upon him as if he was puzzled. Even now, he could see the confusion within those inhuman eyes, as Gilgamesh tried to understand how a mongrel such as himself could be surviving the onslaught.

"How?!" Gilgamesh roared as he reached across his vault to bring a new weapon into existence.

Shirou glared at the golden god as he started to trace. A beautiful golden light appeared, and his reality marble warped, as if the world was having trouble accepting such an existence. A beautiful sword, a holy sword, a sword… that belonged to her. As Shirou raised the ultimate weapon, he remembered all the times she would berate him for working too hard or going too far. And now, as his death towered above him, he knew. He had no regrets.

Light begun to shine as Shirou heaved his weapon. Gilgamesh finally finished exposing his own weapon, and it too shone as it warped the reality marble with the immense power it contained. With iridescent light spilling from the sword(?)-swordlancedaggerbowhalberdspear-? The reality marble begun to break within the seams. Gilgamesh no longer had a puzzled expression, now he only had resolve as he begun to raise the weapon(?)-static- sword(?)-static- and brought it down upon the world with a heavy shout of "ốǵȡbḂƂỹŶề?!".

Shirou's eyes stung as he pictured her standing next to him, encouraging him to finally finish what they had come to do. And as tears begun to drip, he swung. "Excalibur."

And when the two lights met, everything ceased.

Shirou opened his eyes to an unfamiliar sight. His eyes took in the surroundings around him as he begun to groggily get up to a standing position. As he got up, he noticed something strange, he was in a forest(?) of some sort. Tall trees surrounded him, and the smell of the damp forest almost overwhelmed his senses. "Where… am I?" Shirou mused as he realized that he was almost bare of clothing. Speechless, he shook his head as he begun to tread towards a direction hoping for a clue, and clothes.

He had walked for nearly an hour before he came across another living being. A creature, that looked as if it was dragged from hell, and was apparently gorging on something. As he walked up towards it, the creature stopped and turned around. A ghastly face of something inhuman stared back at Shirou. In its hands was a girl…or what was left of one.

"Trace On!" Shirou shouted as he leapt forward, a mundane sword already beginning to form within his hands. The creature turned around fully as it swung its left hand at him. He ducked under the hand and brought up the blade to slice into the hollows head, only to come face to face with a hole within the middle of its chest. Shocked, he stumbled back as the creature took the chance to introduce its claws to his face. Shirou stumbled back as he just barely dodged the claws and swung back at it. The creature howled as the sword found its mark and drove in deep within the creature's torso.

Shirou took the chance to trace another sword and backed off from the wildly flailing creature. And then he noticed something peculiar. "What?" murmured Shirou as he realized that his reinforcement wasn't working properly. It would constantly be refreshed and removed, almost as if he was being constantly reformed. It took him another second to structurally grasp himself and find out the answer. He wasn't human anymore. At least, not entirely. His body seemed to be something more of a spirit than a living human being. Confused, he shook his head trying to refocus on the matter at hand. The creature began to growl and ran off to the trees, leaving the half dead girl behind. Shirou chased after the creature, only to stop as he heard a groan. "Nnnghh.." the girl groaned out as she tried to sit up with only half a body. Shirou contemplated running after the creature, but he was a savior at heart.

"Can you hear me?" he asked as he begun to scroll through his available weapons, looking for something, anything that might save her.

"Please…go….tell…." the girl groaned out as she tried to get her words across.

"…" Shirou listened silently for the last message of the girl as he realized that there was nothing he could do.

"T-tell…find…Ran…gik…u.." the girl breathed out as she collapsed completely.

"…You didn't even tell me your name." Shirou sighed softly as he closed her eyes and said his final farewells.

The girl looked almost peaceful, as if she was only taking a nap if it wasn't for the missing lower part of her body. He took the chance to memorize her face and her clothing. A black robe of some sort… and a pale face. A pretty face with long lashes and brown hair. She was grasping onto a sword of some sort. And as he structurally grasped it, Shirou's eyes widened as he was left with a sword that had no history other than being forged within a sea. Something strange happened though, he could not save it within his reality marble. Even though the existence of this thing was a sword… his reality marble refused to store it within his soul.

"Looks like I have to go find this Rangiku person." Shirou exhaled as he begun his journey again, this time towards the trail the creature had left behind.