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- The almighty girl fell in love---
- Fate/Prototype
- The beginning of a spinoff novel: the original Fate!!
- Fate/Prototype
- Fragments of Blue and Silver
- Little Lady: Act 1
- Original by: TYPE-MOON
- Written by: SAKURAI Hikaru
- Illustrated by: Nakahara
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- O shining one---
- How sincere; how proud. How kind.
- Your smile, glowing like the gentle rays of the sun at dawn.
- You, who loves that which is right. You, who believes in that which is just. You, who is gentle.
- You hate conflict, and yet with your sword in hand, you are mightier than any.
- Your shining sword eliminates all in this world that is wrong; all that is evil.
- ---O fairy-tale prince.
- There are no princes in the real world.
- Why even search for one?
- The real world is too uncaring; too strict for that.
- So we were told, growing up.
- By our parents; by our teachers.
- Maybe by the world itself.
- Look - it's so uncaring; so strict.
- The world is filled to the brim with black. Or maybe, if you look hard, gray.
- There are no princes; certainly none riding white horses.
- There are no dazzling fairy-tales to be found; they are but dreams and illusions.
- But, we knew.
- That there must be a prince somewhere in the world.
- Yes, we knew.
- That there had to be fairy-tale-like happenings somewhere in the world.
- Yes. That's right---
- We know.
- That you, O shining one, are somewhere.
- That you, our fate, are somewhere.
- At times, apart; at times, together. And someday, right beside one another.
- Cutting through the black of this world.
- Clad in blue and silver. With your shining sword in hand, more dazzling than anything.
- ---You... will come here.
- Fate/Prototype
- Fragments of Blue and Silver
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- The dead do not return to life.
- That which is lost is lost forever.
- Even a miracle---
- ---can only alter that which is still alive.
- Salvation unto this dark age, if but once.
- The return of the holy city.
- The acceptance of the kingdom.
- From beyond the uncalm waters, seven paths and ten crowns emerge.
- O sinful one.
- Thy name is adversary.
- Thy bulk is avarice.
- To praise thee so becomes a whirlwind of blasphemy.
- With all miracles as a foundation---
- Here, by this paradox, to show that the lord now-vanished loved---
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