Glacier Popoko
Species: Homunculus
Gender: Female
Age: 18 (looks as a child due to homunculi's distorted growth)
"So I'm fine. I won't lose to anyone, as long as I have you, Berserker"
It was such a burden.
Illyasviel von Einzbern had been cast out to a forest of beasts with her familiar, Berserker. Years ago, her family had come up with the concept of the Holy Grail Wars, but had never won. The wars granted the winner the Holy Grail, a legendary chalice that grants its holder wishes. For the fifth war, the von Einzbern family's hope rested in Illyasviel to win the war and restore glory to the family. She knew that she should not let them down, but the pain of training for the war was tiresome.
Although her potential as a master was unsurpassed by any other, it was painful to command Berserker. The markings of the Command Spell decorated her body, and each time she used mana, or magic energy, to control Berserker, every one of his movements was painful for her. Controlling him hurt. Fighting in battle with him hurt.
She knew it was a necessity for winning the war, but the pain of controlling Berserker weighed her heart down with hate. If Berserker did not exist, if the von Einzbern's had not given him to her, she would not have to suffer.
But she could not change the circumstances. Trudging through the forest, Illyasviel and Berserker pushed onward. Living off of her wits and his brute strength, they were able to survive in the forest. It felt like it was always winter here, and they resided together in the middle of the forest in a castle coated with snow. The winter winds were not as harsh as the beasts that haunted the forest, and she was able to ignore the cold with relative ease.
The beasts, on the other hand, were terrors in their own right. Casting large, red eyes back, Illyasviel stole a glance of Berserker. He was an exceptionally large familiar with dark skin and abundant muscles. He could cause great destruction with a single swing of his axe-club. Reason and sanity were non-existent, but his great skills in combat made him useful.
Well, more than useful, she realized. He was always by her side, and protected her from the beasts in the forest. He used his strength solely for her well-being. She supposed…
Berserker had stopped walking and shot her a puzzled look, obviously confused by her staring. She smiled widely, and said, "Let's go home" before moving forward. She heard a grunt of acknowledgment and felt the comforting vibrations of his heavy steps, indicating that he was following.
…She supposed, he really was a very good friend. Resolving to be more grateful for his efforts on her behalf, she felt a small twinge of affection – dare she think it? Love? – for her familiar.
Yes, he was a really wonderful friend.
Story by
twocentsProfile by
AtheneProfile art and overlays by
raichuThis is a fanpet of the awesome visual novel Fate/Stay Night. Characters belongs to Type-Moon.