Well the good news is that unlike the previous story, I've managed to think up a direction I wish to take this story.
The bad news is that I don't have a beta nor anyone to help me with, so most of my writing is just done by myself with little experience

Oh and I owe nothing.

"You know, there is really no need to do this."

"It's fine. After all you've done for us, it's the least I can do."

Shirou replied as he continued to smoke the fish. After spending days in bed, he was happy to finally be able to do something. His body still hurt, but he didn't mind it. Cooking for his sister and the elderly lady who took care of him was the least he could do, or so he told himself.

The old lady shook her head as she sat next to him. "It's not my place to tell you what you can or cannot do. Just don't over do it. You've only just recovered."

"I'll be fine. Compared to what I've been through, a minor activity would be for the better. Besides, my whole body is stiff from lying down for so long." Shirou sighed before he flashed a smile at his companion. "Besides Lady Gabriella, it's only cooking."

"Drop the lady part. I'm just a grandmother living out retired life at a farm."

Shirou relaxed himself as Miyu buried her face into his chest crying tears of relief. The redhead wondered what was going on. The last thing he remembered was how he received a critical blow from Angelica and watching as his reality marble was ripped apart from the inside.

"M-Miyu, is-is that you?"

His sister quickly pulled back and nodded as she wiped the tears away.

"You're alive! You're really alive!"

His mind needed a moment to register what was going on.

"Miyu, it's really you right?" Immediately his sister nodded excitedly. "I-I'm still alive?"

"You are! We both are!"

"So Shirou, what are your plans now that you've recovered? I don't mind you two staying here, as while I enjoy the peace, it can get a little lonely by myself." The elderly woman asked. "I wanted to ask you this, but it didn't seem like a good time when you were still in bed recovering."

The three of them sat together at the dining table having a meal.

"To be honest, I hadn't thought much about it." He clenched his fists. "I barely know anything about this world other than it's name."

"Oni-chan, we'll both be here for some time regardless." Miyu spoke up. "If we can't go back we should at least think about our situation."

"Our situation…" Shirou closed his eyes and did some thinking. "First up, we'll need to know more about the world before we can decide on a course of action."

At this moment Gabriella spoke up. "If you don't mind me speaking, I have a question. I am just an elderly lady with no special skills, but even I can recognize from physical illness from mythical ones. When I first examined you I knew those wounds could not be cause by physical means. What kind of physical injury could literally divide a person's skin colour. Tell me do they still affect you?"

"They-" Shirou closed his mouth upon seeing his sister's worried expression. "-do somewhat. But it's not like it's hindering me in anyway." There was no point lying in front of his sister. It would only worry her more. "My body functions are still fine."

The elderly lady shrugged before taking a bite out of her bread. "You should get a check up regardless. You all know that you should never just blindly trust anything when it comes to the mystic. I wouldn't be surprise if down the road your body breaks down."

"She's right Oni-chan! I was thinking about your body as well!"

"Even if you say that, I don't know what I should do about it. Like I said, we don't know anything about this world."

"Azeroth? Is this where we are?"

Miyu nodded as she changed the towels. "It's what the old lady Gabriella said. She seems to believe that that we are either from somewhere far away or even perhaps from another world rather easily. In fact, it was the first thing she asked of me while she assisted me in carrying you back to her home."

"Did she say why?" Shirou pressed the wet towel against his forehead, trying to cool himself. The boy's body was in agony ever since he woke up. He knew he would likely be bedridden for some time. "It's hard to believe someone would believe such a thing so easily."

"When I asked her how she could believe me so easily, she only said that after what happened twenty years ago, it's not unbelievable for there to be an otherworldly visitor."

"What happened twenty years ago?"

"She told me that the whole land was engulfed in a war with orcs from another world. The war lasted for nearly a decade before they were defeated and driven back home. Ever since the war, it's been made common knowledge of the existence of other worlds. She said that in her younger days, she traveled across the land, but never seeing clothing like yours, and never hearing of our language either."

"Wait!" Shirou spoke up quickly, realizing something off. "If she never heard of our language, how come you can talk to her?"

"Imagine my surprise when English was a common language between our two worlds." Shirou put away the plates for washing later on. "The chances of such a thing is incredibly low."

"I suppose." Gabriella chuckled while sitting back in her rocking chair. "Then again, that's just how life works. So have you given any thought about what you wish to do?"

"I've talked to Miyu earlier. We agreed that it would be best if I could get someone to examine my condition. We also want to see this world for ourselves before making a decision." He took a deep breath before he asked a question. "So I was wondering if you could give us some advice on where to go if we were to start?"

Gabriella shook her head. "I cannot tell you where would be a good place to start if you do not know what to do." There was a brief pause before she spoke again. "However I can tell you where you should go if you wish to go for your treatment. The best place would be Dalaran."

"Dalaran?"

"Yes, it's the capital of wizards. It houses the most knowledge regarding all things mythical in the continent. Though I would recommend you take caution when visiting."

"Why is that?" Shirou was curious. It was clear that unlike his world, magecraft was widely known here. "Are they not welcoming?"

"That...may depend." The old lady thought about how to answer his question. "Even though the wizards have worked with other kingdoms many times, many people in this land do not like their magics. For some reason many believe that all wizards tend to sell their souls in order to use this otherworldly powers. Though no one would attack them, that doesn't stop other people from looking down on them. If you use magic, you best not brag about it."

"That's not true is it?" Shirou was wary that the magi of this world would be similar to the ones back in his world. "The wizards here wouldn't such things would they?"

She shrugged. "Some do. Many don't however. Like you and me, most are honest to hard working individuals who are mostly misunderstood. Most wizards maybe rough and somethings arrogant, but they are not evil. Decades of misunderstanding and doubt tend to make them cynical and distrusting of outsiders, but not evil."

"You seem very knowledgeable about this kind of things. Personal experience?"

"Off course not." She snorted. "Most of what I've heard is from my grandson. He's a young wizard currently studying there. He comes back every once in awhile. In fact, he sends me money whenever he comes back."

Shirou thought for a while before he asked the next question. "So what does he do for a living then? In my world, most ma-mages don't really have any use of their magics outside of battling and for their own benefits."

"There are wizards who do make a living solely of combat, but there are many who make a living assisting other people. My grandson is considered a genius by many, but he cares little for fighting. Ever since young, he's been obsessed with fishing and only fishing." Gabriella sighed. "His name is Magross, he makes a living opening portals for traders to cross from part of the land to another in exchange for a small fee. It's no secret that he only learnt the arcane arts solely for the purpose of being able to fish in other environments."

Shirou laughed lightly at her words. It felt refreshing to hear people using magecraft for mundane purposes. "He sounds interesting. Would it be possible to meet him?"

"My grandson visits once every month and stays for a few days before returning to Dalaran. He usually visits near the end of the month. If you and your sister were to stay for a few more days you would likely be able to meet him."

"It sounds like a plan."

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better." Shirou winced in pain the moment he tried to get up. His body wasn't used to the sudden movement after just waking up. "At least compared to before."

Gabriella smirked as she sat next to him. "Yes, you certainly are the epitome of perfect health." She said in a mix of a teasing and sarcastic tone. "It's not as if your body is in any pain after all."

"At least I can move." Shirou laughed only to wince in pain. "Oh and talk as well."

"If you can do that much, you wouldn't mind a short conversation?"

"Not at all. I too want to ask something off you."

"Oh?" The elderly lady was surprised for a moment. "What is it?"

"What was I like when you found me?"

"You were badly injured in the nearby forest where I often pick my herbs. Imagine my surprise when I heard someone crying out loudly in a language I didn't recognize." There was a brief pause before she spoke again. "When I approached, I found your sister over your body. It was clear that she was in a panic given how worried she was. If we hadn't been able to even communicate at all, I doubt she would have allowed me the chance to even examine you."

Shirou knew that somehow he had gotten a second chance to live. He hadn't fully been able to come to terms with how he had managed to survive. He spent the most important periods of his life fighting, that he never thought about his future, nor his sister's future. All he thought about was saving her and bringing her far away to a place where no one would be able to reach her.

"So you two aren't from this world are you?"

"No. " He shook his head. "I'm actually surprise you can ask that so calmly."

"It's been a few days since I found you. I've had time to get over my surprise. Besides, those wounds of yours were not made by mundane means is it?" Gabriella traced one finger over his body. "Or at least not purely by it. I've lived a long time, seen all kinds of people get injured from many different things. I can recognize both physical and mythical wounds. The former is easy to treat, the latter is not. May I ask what happened?"

"It'll take some time to give the full story, so could you please wait until I've recovered?"

"I'll hold you to your word then. It wouldn't be nice to lie to an elderly woman now would it?"

"What in blazes happened to you? Did you stand out in the sun with only half your body exposed to it. I've never seen such a condition before."

Magross was a young man in his twenties, but Shirou felt he seemed a bit older. He based it on the fact that the young wizard was balling. At only in his mid twenties, his hair had become very thin and part of his head was visible for all to see.

"If only it were that simple." He chuckled bitterly. The price of using Emiya's power had already taken a toll on him physically and perhaps mentally as well without realizing. "So I heard you could take me to this Dalaran?"

"I could, but I'm not in a rush." Magross shrugged. "Why don't we talk more about this somewhere else?"

Shirou looked around. "Isn't this quiet house a good enough place for a conversation?"

"I got somewhere better." His companion gave him a thumbs up.

Magross's idea was that of a river in the nearby forest. Shirou watched as he set up fishing gear, only talking when Magross had finally casted his lure in.

"So...what should we talk about first?"

"Your condition? Making a living? Or helping me with my fishing?"

"I'll go for the first one first."

"I'm no healer, so I can't say. The second? There's a lot of different ways to make one, but I think you'll have to see the world. I don't know anything about you after all." Magross yawned. "Making a living is easy, excelling and making a fortune is hard."

Shirou followed his example and cast his lure into the river. "Do you think it would be alright if I left my sister here for a while?"

"Why not let her come along as well?"

"Truth be told I'm a little worried about letting her out of my sight. Besides, I don't know what kind of place Dalaran is. It might be dangerous, it may not be. Until I get a good understanding of it, I better not risk it."

"Well it's not like your wrong." Magross said as he reeled his line back in and threw it back into the water. "Dalaran has it's share of troublemakers as well. There have been several events in the past like black market dealings and smuggling."

"All the more reason I should go first." Shirou sighed for a while. There was another topic on his mind that he waited until now to ask it. "Also I wanted to ask if the area around here is safe?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"I've only been here for slightly over a week and now I have to leave my little sister behind for a short while. Forgive me if I'm worried about her."

Magross scratched his chin. "My grandma lived here for nearly a decade since my parents death. She says that occasionally there are bandit attacks and that's about it at most. The village patrol usually is enough to deal with them most of the time."

"How often do these bandits attack?"

"Months in between at worst, and years at best." He shrugged. "These village is so isolated in the mountains that most bandits don't even think it's worth the effort to try and raid it due to the effort required."

"Are the bandits the only things to worry about."

Magross scratched his chin as his eyes narrowed. For the first time since they started talking Shirou noticed how his demeanour became more serious. "I'm not too sure about this. Originally I wasn't supposed to come for another day or two, but I admit I was a little worried."

"Worried...about what?"

"Lately there have a string of orcs raiding southern Lordaeron. This village is quite some distance away. I returned earlier to warn the village guardsman about the attacks, but they laughed saying it was unneeded and that the kingdom was going to send some people over." He then laughed. "I was still worried at first, until I heard who they were sending over. The legendary Uther The Lightbringer himself."

"Legendary?" Shirou muttered softly. The word brought back many memories that he would rather not recall. Memories of the deadly enemies he had cut through to retrieve his sister. He quickly shook his head and pushed those memories aside. There was no need for anymore fighting.

"Yes. Currently he's considered the greatest paladin to ever lived. His name is well respected and is trusted in almost every part of the Alliance. If he's personally coming to exterminate the orcs, there's nothing to worry about."

Shirou found it more tempting to take a short leave from this mountain village. "How long do you think it would take for a doc-healer to have a look at me?"

"A few hours at best." He shrugged. "You could go to an alchemist, but I advise against that. Dalaran's alchemists are prone always blowing things up. You'll only be gone for a few hours to have a check up at a healer's office at best. At most you'll be back by sunset after getting a small tour of the city."

"I see…" It was only then did Shirou realize one thing. "I forgot to mention that I don't have any currency at the moment. Could I borrow some money from you?"

There isn't much to be said. I'm writing this again. My English isn't so good. So I'm going to be making mistakes in my grammer and my vocab isn't that much better either.

So Once again I have to remind people that they shouldn't expect too much.