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[center][h1]Percival Lily[/h1]
[h2]Miyama Town - The Pure Wildlands[/h2][/center]

Where only one man rested at peace while the world was met with calamity and legends gathered to discuss the repercussions of their presence the silence and undiluted presence of nature was intruded upon by a single boy.

“Hey.” he called out. The word was casual, yet the feelings behind them were filled with his trepidation and a twinge of guilt. In life there was no need to think about their meeting,  little thought given to the man he slayed to become a knight. No matter the fact that he took his armor, no matter the sins the Red Knight may have committed, or he, Lancer himself.

He set his spear down, the wooden javelin that had grown so large, reaching out with dozens of branches like a small tree, the possibilities and paths that could have been represented with each one. There were many events that shaped him in life, and many events that shaped him in Fuyuki. What was Percival of the Round Table of Camelot  was not the exact same person as the one who stood here, but there was an inclination of growth due to the predetermined end and growth that was his legend. A lily was a servant that grew towards the culmination of their journey, and a servant was a concrete completed existence. A lily then was simply a vessel that lacked the last finishing touches that completed it. What it would become was already defined, its shape molded and cast. Yet a end paradoxically was not something promised by virtue of the different could be’s that manifest from a journey. 

He would without a doubt grow to become Percival the Grail King.

He would without a doubt become simply the Percival of Fuyuki.

What lied at the end of this contradiction?

What branch would bloom? What would the end of him be?


“I’m here.[color=ed1c24] Ither[/color]."

He spoke to the one before him, to himself and to the city that wept.

“There’s something I need to do.” he called out to the knight. “This weight is too heavy to hold. I’m still just a kid, I can’t save as many people as a knight. Even if I were a knight, even if I were [i]him[/i] it wouldn’t be enough. I need to go beyond, I need your help. You’re someone who was just a stepping stone for me, someone who I killed before I understood the weight of lives, the meaning of the world and life I wanted to enter.

He stilled his body, the shakes stopped as he looked down at the city. “There are so many deaths I’ve seen, so many powerful people. Yes, even at my height it isn’t enough. If you were the one who managed to bring an ignorant bumbling fool into the life of a knight, then maybe you can help me reach even further?”

He was no longer clad in the clothes that were provided to him by his mother. He was no longer clad in the protection that was the Red Knight. All he had was the spear that represented him, the tree watered by his tears, that grew with his struggles. Yet it wouldn’t reach, it can’t reach. All he’s done was try to clean up after the sins that had occurred.

In a sense he never prevented anything, he never truly saved anyone. Triage at best, nothing but a patchwork response by a boy. He’s been guided and directed to try and solve problems. But all he’s done was simply cut down the evergrowing weeds that encroached endlessly. What use was that guidance if he couldn’t simply stop things before they got bad in the first place? 

What use was he if even with such a guidance this was all that he could do?

So he silenced the voices for now.

He confronted Ither alone, whether he would be rejected or accepted. Whether that took the form of words or the crossing of blades.The young boy confronted the man whose guise he wore. If his childhood was marked by his time in the forest, ignorant, then his adolescence surely was when he wore the guise of the Red Knight.

Was he trying to simply reach out for something that wasn’t his rightful place? Or would he become what he truly wished for. Perhaps he would die from his foolishness. But then at least it would finally claim him as a victim instead of others.

“You already know, but I’m [color=ed1c24]Percival[/color].”

But what did that mean?