December 31, 2009- Full Moon...

"So... you understand." Ryoji said solemnly as he closed his eyes, acknowledging my decision. "I think that looking into the future is a great way to live. But that doesn't mean that other ways of living are wrong."

I am a coward

I'm nothing but a bloody coward

He opened his eyes and smiled at me. "No one knows which road leads to happiness." his smile became gentler. It was hard for me even just by looking at him. "I'm glad that I met you. This must be what it means to 'feel happy'." he held his arms apart, and gave me the sincerest smile I've ever seen. It was heart-wrenching.

I... just didn't know what to do...

Then, he spoke his final words. "Thanks for everything."

Slowly, I took my Evoker, and held it up my temple. I looked at him for one last time, steeling my heart. "Good-bye, Ryoji."

Then I pulled the trigger.

In that moment, everything stopped for me. All my thoughts began to fade into oblivion...

When I awoke the next day... peaceful days have returned again...

For why I say again... I can't seem to remember...

The school year rolled on; with nothing exciting to take note of... it's as if nothing had ever happened. My year seemed to be blank.

As I awoke, I found myself floating in the darkness. There was nothing there. There was no roof, no floor… there wasn't even a breeze in the empty black void. I tried to move, but my body refused my command. All I could do was stare at the endless abyss and reflect on what I have done.

Wait. What had I done?

I fought alongside my comrades for what we thought was right. I gained new allies and friends, strengthening my resolve to what seemed to be right. I had ventured through the unknown, fighting monsters that I thought were the enemy. We gained an objective, a breakthrough in our quest. We fought and killed the ones we thought were the cause of an unknown phenomenon. I had experienced the feeling of losing a friend. I had experienced the feeling of betrayal. I had felt the pressure of being alive.

I have killed a friend to end my suffering.

I tried to shake my head to banish the thoughts, but my body remained prone, denying me that small comfort. As the feeling of regret began to swell within me, I felt my eyes water, but my expression remained still.

In that moment, a flash of light illuminated the darkness for a brief second, forcing me to close my eyes. When I opened them, I saw two figures that I never thought I'd see again.

"Minato-sama." said the woman wearing a mysterious smile that I had already grown accustomed to months ago.

"Elizabeth…" I managed to whisper. Her presence gave me a small bit of comfort, but not enough quell the regret in my heart.

"Well, it is nice to see you again, young man." said the other one with his ever impressive grin and blood-shot eyes, standing hunched over with a cane in his hands.

"Igor…" I whispered in reply.

I felt weak. My body still refused to follow my command. I wanted to give them a proper greeting, but all I could manage was to blink and say a few words. It felt a little strange seeing both of them standing on nothing.

"I am sorry for what happened." said Igor, standing beside Elizabeth, using a cane as third leg to keep him balance, as his posture remained hunched over. "We had never anticipated that you would choose what you did." he said. It was a sincere apology, but was an unnecessary one.

"Not… your fault." I said weakly before giving them both a weak smile. "I'm… a Wild… card…"

Igor chuckled, as well as Elizabeth for that tiny inside joke. "Indeed." said the hunched old man. "We never were able to see what you would do properly, even with my divinations, everything was a blur."

"Why… are you here?" I managed out.

"Straight to the point, I see." Igor chuckled. "Seeing you in this state, I can understand." he assured. He gestured to Elizabeth, making me follow his hand. "I was tasked by someone to give you something. At first I was surprised and reluctant by the request, but the person just would not take 'No' for an answer. To make it worse, two more people wanted to make the request for you as well." he shook his head in mock despair, but he never lost his grin.

I said nothing in return, only looking thoughtful as I kept my eyes glued on Elizabeth. The young woman merely began to flip the pages of a book, which I'd hazard to guess as the compendium of my Personas.

"And so," Igor continued. "I agreed. One made this request as an apology, another made this because he thought it would be interesting, the last just wanted to see how it would turn out."

I shifted my eyes to Igor. If I could raise a brow, I would have. "…Request?" I inquired.

He nodded. "A request for a new life, a new beginning, a new journey, a new… dimension."

I kept my silence as I had no idea as how to respond to that. What did he mean by 'A new life'? A new beginning? Journey? And that last part…

"What..?" was the only word that I could make out of what I had just heard.

"We are to give you a new body." Elizabeth started, her eyes never leaving the book as she flipped the pages. "Something that would be fitting for where you will be going. It is a place where it has some similarities to Persona, yet not at the same time."

I shifted my eyes again, this time looking up or whatever direction it is I'm looking at. "I'm… confused."

Igor chuckled, probably finding it amusing as Elizabeth just gave me something that I didn't understand. "Usually, I am not obligated to tell any specific details on where you will go, but this time, I will make an exception seeing that this will be our last farewell."

"Last farewell..?" I looked at Igor, whose grin had lost a few teeth showing.

"The place where you will be taken to is a place where a specific art is practiced. It is a world where mages exist and practice their arts in secret. The art that I am referring to is 'Magecraft'."

I didn't say a word. Long ago I had already given up on asking Igor for explanations, only giving me hints and vague answers for me to figure out myself. Now, I had the chance to hear Igor explain something to me, and I find myself content with just listening to this fascinating world that Igor is describing.

"In this world, you will be given what you had lost." Igor continued. "In this world, you will be able to practice their art. In this world, you will retain your Persona abilities."

My eyes darted from Igor to Elizabeth, who had finished whatever it was she was looking for in the compendium. "Persona..?"

"Yes." Igor nodded. "You will retain your Persona abilities, however, you can no longer make them manifest into the world."

If I could have, I would have nodded my head. Even if I couldn't summon my Personas' physical form, I could still channel some of their magic and spells through me, but they would not be as powerful or as potent as when I truly summon my Personas'.

"Wait…" I started weakly, interrupting Igor in his sentence. "What… will I use… them for?"

Igor nodded, his smile stretching again back to their normal length. "Indeed, you are a sharp one." He said. "One of the requesters' wanted you to retain your abilities, I do not know why, but he said that there will be an event that you will be joining in, whether you like it or not."

That sounded ominous. "Please… continue…" I prompted Igor.

"As I was saying, there was a problem on one of the people that were supposed to have a big role in that world. He said something about 'dirty muds dissolving main characters'…"

I looked at Igor with a raised brow, this time; I had managed to get another part of me to move. For some reason, I was starting to gain motor functions again. It must have been something to do with Elizabeth, or my time is drawing closer.

Igor seemed to notice the movement of my brow and began to chuckle. "Yes, it would appear that our time is almost up." Looks like I guessed right. "One last thing. Elizabeth." he turned to the woman, where he gestured this time to me.

I began to lower in the darkness, finding some footing equal to where Elizabeth and Igor were standing on. The elevator attendant walked up to me and passed me the book she was carrying.

Again, I raised a brow.

"Since we will no longer meet, we are supposed to give you back your soul." said Elizabeth.

I looked at her, then the book. I looked at Igor, then the book. I looked at Elizabeth, then Igor, then the book.

Then I suddenly felt a little creeped out that they had insinuated that my soul was the book, and that Elizabeth had it in her hands the whole time I was running around Iwatodai, running around without a soul.

"Are you saying that this book…" I began.

"Is a part of your soul?" Igor finished. "Yes. Yes it is."

"Why?" I prompted, not 'How'. If I asked how, I will never understand it. But if I asked 'Why', as in, 'why do you have a part of my soul and why was I not informed of this', then I would be less than unnerved by whatever their answers may be.

"Because we did not want you to have an identity crisis." said Elizabeth, smiling slyly like her master behind her.

I wanted to say something, I really do, but now that I think about it… there had always been that voice in my head whenever I obtained a new Persona about it becoming one with my Sea of Souls. The book which Elizabeth held was where I always get my Personas, but I never questioned its purpose before.

Wait… "If this is a part of my soul…" I started slowly. "Then why was I being charged by you whenever I wanted to retrieve my old Personas'?"

Elizabeth laughed lightly, raising her gloved hand before her mouth. "It was all business, Minato-sama. Did you really think that we would do a Soul Diving free of charge?"

Now that's even creepier that having a book for a soul. People were actually able to DIVE into my soul WITHOUT me even finding out. This information has deeply scarred me, and has traumatized me, I just know it. Thus, I voiced my complaint.

"You people are creepy." I said in a flat tone.

Elizabeth merely laughed it off, while Igor's smile threatened to split his face.

"Are you ready now, young man?" asked Igor.

"I'm still weak and sore." I admitted. "Wherever it is you're taking me to, I hope I survive the travel."

"You will be fine, Minato-sama." Elizabeth assured.

"This coming from the woman who nuked me with a Pixie?" I said, shaking my head slowly. "Terrifying. For some reason, your words comfort me less."

Elizabeth pouted, one of the few new expressions I had finally been able to get out of the girl. "That is not a very nice thing to say to a lady, Minato-sama."

"Yes, maybe. But I have always been taught that it was bad to lie." I said with much conviction.

I placed the book over my chest as Elizabeth continued to pout. I watched curiously as how the book seemed to meld under my skin and sink in further and further. I didn't even feel a thing.

"Say, what did you mean by identity crisis?" I asked. It had bothered me before. At first I thought that it was just a joke, but for some reason, it just wouldn't stay out of my mind.

"We meant what we said." Igor replied. "Twelve Personas are already too many for a human to carry. It was proven when you started having multiple types of personality, and was able to control you facial expression to the point that it was almost like you were a different person. Now, imagine what would happen if you have more than a hundred types of personalities inside you, wrestling each other just to manifest themselves through you."

I deadpanned. "I would be like a girl on her cycle 24/7."

"Well, that was not how I would have said it, but…" Igor trailed off. "It is definitely the closest example it can think of."

"Great…" I said to myself in despair.

"You have to remember that you are like a blank slate." Igor said. "You are easily influenced by the emotions of your Personas, that was why we have given you a limit of twelve."

"And now that I have all my Personas without any limit, I'm going to be bipolar." I sighed. "Terrific."

"It is not all like what you think." Igor reassured. "For years you had full control of your emotions, now it is just the same. As long as you keep your mind calm, you will not have any unwanted episodes."

I nodded. That made sense; I just have to avoid strong stimuli to keep myself in check.

Suddenly, I felt the world started to burn. It felt like I was in a furnace, with the dial turned to overcook. My vision began to blur. Both Igor and Elizabeth started to fade, and I felt my strength being sapped again.

I saw Igor's lips moved. "Farewell, young man. May the fates be kind to you."

And my world turned to hell.

Fire roared around me as I awoke from temporary state of death.

I didn't know where I was, I didn't know how I got here, but all I know is that I am currently trapped in a place where even Shadows pale in comparison in the horrors that I am now witnessing.

There were hundreds of people around me, begging for someone to save them as their bodies are being burned by the vengeful flames. They did not appear normal, the flames. They are unnatural, even by my own standards.

It's like they have a mind of their own, searching for all this that survived and slowly, agonizingly, chars their flesh into ash. It seems my sin for killing my friend has cost me to be thrown into the bottom of Hell itself.

From the corner of my eye, I could see others reaching out to me, asking to end their misery, asking me to help them, or asking me to join them.

As I clutched my head to dull the sudden feelings rising up inside me from the multiple Personas that wanted to grant the victims' desires, I noticed something wrong.

I looked at my hands. They were… small. Tiny, even.

I shook my head. There's no time for this. I have to get out of here. I can feel the flames already coming to my direction, crawling over the bodies and leaving them to die in pain.

I ran.

I ran and ran, but no matter what I do, the fire just would not stop following me.

The deaths, the cries, the curses sent around me keep playing like a sound that would not cease.

Still, I pushed on. I ran as fast as I could, as long as I could, wherever my short legs could take me. I could feel my breaths getting desperate from the lack of oxygen because of the fire, but I still carried on.

The ruins, I kept stumbling against them, feeling some wound appearing as I scratched myself on their surfaces, I can also feel the bruises surfacing as I continued on. But even with my will to escape, it was useless because of the size of my body.

I tripped and fell face first into the ground. It was only then that I noticed how tired I was, how I could not even catch my breath. My lungs ached from the smoke and from fatigue.

I pushed myself from the ground, so that I would at least be lying on my back. With this painful break I took a moment to examine myself.

My hair was shorter. My arms were smaller. My body was thinner. My legs were shorter. I was tiny.

I shifted my gaze to the side, looking at myself from the broken window of a burning store. From what I saw, I suddenly inhaled sharply, sending my into a coughing fit from the smoke and the sudden stress I made with my abused lungs.

What I saw was a boy, a child. He looked no older than six, maybe seven.

It was me.

I was looking at my younger self, dressed in plain blue shirt, shorts and shoes. My image bore a striking resemblance to the me that stood in the wrong place at the wrong time on the Moonlight Bridge.

Still, I shouldn't let that distract me. My primary objective now is to survive. So, using what little concentration I had with the roaring inferno around me, I started to cool my skin with the strongest ice spell I could manage.

My focus, my powers, my Persona, they all seem to be mixed up in a way that I won't be able to pick any certain Persona that I wanted. I'm confused, tired, and distressed. I can't use stronger spell when I'm in this state. It seems that my soul still hasn't adapted to the sudden flood of Persona.

So, until the fire is strong enough to summon rain, I have to lie here and keep myself alive. For now, I have to persevere, and rest.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain had finally come. I had lost my focus when the fire had come too close from my body.

The flames crawled up from beside me, scorching my arm. But, I did not move, only concentrated harder to douse the flame with what little magic I had. If I had panicked and rolled to kill the flame, I would have rolled onto the fallen debris that had fallen out of one of the buildings.

I was trapped, so I had to endure. It was only through my experience with pain that I was able to stop the fire from spreading with my magic, but still, my left arm is scorched, and I'm too tired to focus anymore.

If I could, I would have sighed. My arm hurts, it's excruciating actually, but for some reason, a part of me is ignoring the pain.

It must have been one of my Personas' that was helping me endure; I just didn't know which one.

Still, all I can do right now was stare at the dark sky as it poured on whatever fire was left what purged the place. Now that there was no longer and fire, I noticed that I was actually in a city, not Hell.

It must have been because of my earlier awakening that I was confused. I had thought that I was in Hell because of the horrors around me, but it seems that I was wrong. Either it was because of my physical state that I was being delirious, or because of my still chaotic soul, I wasn't thinking rationally.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed a movement. I shifted my vision to see what bad luck it was that wanted to fall on me to finish the job, but I was moderately surprised when I saw that it was a person.

The person started walking towards me, walking like a zombie actually, with the way he was swaying as he walked with eyes that looked like they had lost everything in the world.

As he stood before me, he met my gaze. He didn't move from there for almost a minute, as if stunned by something. The only movements I could muster were my eyes and my lungs, everything else would be dead until the pain stops throbbing and I could cast again.

Suddenly, the person collapsed to his knees beside me. Slowly, he started to reach out to me, his hands shaking with a myriad of emotions flickering on his face.

Defeat, shock, disbelief, fear, pain and joy, were the few I could name. He looked at my wounds, and I saw the look of pain going back to his face.

It's not that surprising, really. Legs bruised, battered and weak, clothes either torn or burnt, arms had cuts while one had third degree burns, not a pretty sight from what I saw. If I were to hazard a guess, I would say that my face doesn't at all look charming with all the sooth probably on it.

To normal people, it was a miracle that I was still alive. Well, it's a good thing that I wasn't normal.

All of a sudden, the person retracted their hands to their chest. I was expecting a look of relief from the action, but instead I saw a look of concentration.

When he pulled back his hands,… something came out of his chest. It was gold, blue… I couldn't tell what it was. I just laid there and watched as how the man placed the object on my chest, and watched it slowly start to sink under my skin.

If I had the energy I would have yelled or backed away, but since I couldn't even lift a finger, I just watched the man cautiously. Even though the person was doing something to me, I felt no ill will, so I forced myself to relax.

Whatever the man was doing, it was helping me. My eyelids were becoming too heavy; I don't think I could keep myself awake any longer. What he's doing is helping me relax, for some reason.

Whoever the man was, I just hope that he could help me get to a hospital or something to help me rest, because I can already feel the darkness engulfing me.

Although, before I lost my consciousness, I wondered to myself: why was the man smiling like he had just found salvation?

As I opened my eye from my slumber, I realized that I was in an unfamiliar bed.

"Was it all a dream?" I wondered.

I looked out of the window. The clear blue skies were visible. There was no rain nor was there any sign of fire, but still…

No, it wasn't a dream. That, for certain, I realized. I wasn't anywhere near a place I know. The place feels different. Also, I don't hear the ocean outside the window.

"No, it's still there…" I told myself. But, from the sounds that I hear, the ocean was quite a few distance away.

This place is not the Tatsumi Hospital.

I shifted in my bed. The bandages that I felt wrapped around my body were another fact that I couldn't ignore, nor the one that I have on most of my left arm.

Right then, the door opened in the room. When I looked over to it, I found the man that saved me had just arrived, along with a doctor behind him.

The look of surprise on the doctor's face was evident, and only a tiny glimpse of the same emotion was on the man. When they looked at me, they looked genuinely surprised that I was looking at them, or were they thinking that I should still be asleep right now?

After the doctor gave me a brief examination, I could hear him murmuring about 'fast healing'. It confused me when he said that. I haven't even started to heal myself with any magic that I know, but even if I tried, I could still feel my Personas in turmoil.

Right now, I was alone with the man who saved me. He kept looking at me; his face was blank, for some reason. Since I couldn't do anything with my current situation, I might as well start a conversation.

"You're the one who saved me, right?" I asked.

My words seem to add a bit of joy into the man, even though there was no move in his facial expression. He nodded. "Yes, that was me." When he said that, he sounded like it had a hint of remorse. Maybe I was the only one he had managed to save?

There was a question I've been meaning to ask. "So, what will happen to me after this?" I asked the man. "I don't have a family that's alive, and I don't know any relatives." Seeing that I wasn't even supposed to exist in this world, how will I manage without even knowing anyone?

I saw the man going into deep thought, then looked at me with an expression that said that he had an idea. "Well, if that's the case, which would you prefer? Would you go to the orphanage, or to be adopted by a man you've never seen before?"

I raised a brow at him, my face still remaining blank. "I'd go with the man. It'll only be the same if I go to an orphanage."

The man nodded. "I see, that's good. I'll come back again tomorrow, and see if I can get the papers ready." He said. Well, at least he doesn't beat around the bush.

He was about to leave, when I spoke out and called to him. "Can I ask your name?"

He looked back to me and smiled. "Emiya Kiritsugu. How about you?"

"Minato." I answered. "Arisato Minato."

He gave one last nod as he closed the door and left. I find myself feeling alone again, for some reason. Still, I could use this time to organize the Personas inside of me, and start healing whatever wounds I have left.

If I remember correctly, the man did something to me when he found me. I wonder what it was.

The next day that Kiritsugu had arrived in my room, he was surprised at how the doctor kept checking up on me. He asked what the matter was, but the doctor said that there was nothing wrong. There was nothing wrong with me.

In fact, there wasn't even a wound on me.

The next few moments after that, the doctor continued his frantic examination, ignoring Kiritsugu's bewildered expression. Whatever it was that he did to me back when he found me; it didn't look like it was supposed to heal me that quickly.

When I was asked how I felt, I just answered that I was fine. In fact, I was better than fine.

After the doctor declared it a miracle, Kiritsugu suddenly started to hasten my adoption. Even though the doctor insisted that I be tested some more, I was declined the tests and said that I was feeling fine. Kiritsugu quickly leaped on that opportunity to get me away from the operation table, figuratively speaking.

As we were sitting in the cab, Kiritsugu kept glancing at me from the corner of my eye. It looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn't say for some reason. I wonder if it has something to do with what the doctor was saying.

When we arrived to what appeared to be his home, I was mildly impressed. It was an old Japanese style house, and it was huge. Even the shed in the backyard looked like the traditional one from ages ago.

S I didn't really anything with me at the moment, we didn't have to take out any luggage. When we were inside, Kiritsugu asked me to sit in the living room. I followed since I was curious as to what he was going to say.

When we made ourselves comfortable by the table, he started. "I probably should have told you this before I adopted you, but… I am a Magus." He said bluntly.

I sat in silence as I waited for him to continue. When he didn't, I simply tilted my head to the side, my face remaining stoic.

"You look like you don't believe me." He said. I just looked at him with my natural look. Although for most people, my natural expression is usually a deadpan. He shook his head. "No, it doesn't matter, as long as I have told you, I am satisfied."

Before he could stand up, I spoke up. "Actually, I believe you. I was just waiting for you to explain it to me."

The slight widening of his eyes was the only thing that informed that he was surprised, but that too vanished and was replaced with a look that was as natural as mine. Although his natural expression looked more like a broken man's.

"You believe me?" he asked. I nodded in reply. "Well, you're taking this better than most."

I tilted my head. "Why?" I asked.

"I thought that most children would give more of a reaction after that." He admitted. "They're usually enthusiastic about learning that someone they know is a Mage."

I raised a curious brow at that. It was yet another thing about my childhood that I had missed. Irrational actions didn't really suit the emotionless child I was back then. Well, I'm more mature now, though I'm in a child's body, but still, I'd better start acting the way a child should, just to keep appearances. "So, you're a magician?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No. Mage and Magician are two different things." He said.

I hummed to myself and nodded. Well that was informing, but I don't really see what separates the two. "What's the difference?" I asked.

Kiritsugu paused for a moment and took his time to observe me. It must have been surprising for a child to show maturity like mine. Even with the child-like curiosity, I still asked calmly. "Well… Magicians are people who can use True Magic. While Mage, Magi or Magus, whatever you wish to call it, are people who perform Magecraft."

I tilted my head. "What's the difference between Magic and Magecraft?" I asked. This could be useful for the future. Whatever event I'm about to enter, I need to be prepared.

"Well…" he trailed off, searching for the right words. He's probably looking for words that aren't too big for me.

"You can use big words if you want." I urged him. He looked at me with a hint of curiosity and disbelief. I guess he didn't think that I could comprehend what he was about to say. "Just try me." I urged.

He nodded, albeit a little reluctant. "Okay... Magecraft is the ability to perform sorcery that could be duplicated through time and funds. While True Magic cannot be duplicated using the power of science or any sort of effort, do you understand?"

"Can you give me an example?" I inquired.

Kiritsugu nodded again, reluctantly. Whether I'm getting this or not, he didn't know, and it showed on his face. "For example: When a Magus raises a mound of dirt from the ground using his craft, it is considered Magecraft because anyone can perform it as well with the use of shovels. When a Magus generates a fireball, it is considered Magecraft because anyone can also perform the same effect with Molotov cocktails, understand?"

Molotov Cocktails? Well, if he was looking for a reaction out of me just because of explosions, I'm sorry to disappoint him. "So… as long as I can do the same magic with any type of device, it's considered as Magecraft?" I asked.

"Yes." He nodded, surprised again. Is it so unnatural for a kid to comprehend what adults are saying sometimes?

Why yes, now that I think about it. I wonder if I'm starting to creep him out. A child that rarely shows any emotion is not a normal thing, so it must be unnerving to watch.

"How about True Magic, then?" I asked.

"Well, I can't really tell you an example, only explain." Kiritsugu admitted. "The only thing I can tell you are the five True Magics that exists."

"Five?" I tilted my head. "Is True Magic really that rare?"

Kiritsugu nodded. "Yes. You have to understand, there are only so little things that cannot be explained by science anymore, that is why there are only a few True Magic left."

I nodded. That was understandable. I don't think Personas are True Magic since they are summoned using Evokers, even then, it was only through technology that the Persona even exist.

"How about these five?" I continued. "What are they?"

The look on Kiritsugu's seemed to show acceptance. He must finally acknowledge that I understand whatever he was saying. "I don't really know about the first and the forth. I do know that the second is called Kaleidoscope, the third…" he suddenly trailed off, as if thinking about something. "The third is called Heaven's Feel and lastly…" he shivered for some reason.

I tilted my head to the side, confused by the sudden stop. "What about the last?"

"Mahou Ao…" he whispered. I barely made out what he said. There was something in his voice that sad 'Taboo, this shit scares me'.

I raised a brow. "Magic Blue?"

After I said the word to confirm it, Kiritsugu's posture seems to have gone rigid. Then, his eyes started roaming around the room, as if looking for something.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing." I ignored his earlier actions. He seems to be uncomfortable with the last True Magic for some reason. Funny thing about his reaction though, was that it looked like Akihiko's when Mitsuru mentions something about executions.

Now it was me who had to supress a shiver and not go rigid. I swear that woman was the human incarnation of my Persona, Skadi.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Kiritsugu noticed that it was getting late. "We should probably wrap this up." He said.

"Before that, could you explain to me why these five are considered True Magic?" I said. Like he said before, there isn't anything that science can't explain anymore, so I can't think of anything that cannot be duplicated using science. This is just to sate my curiosity.

"Well, I guess we can do that." He said. "But after this, I'll tell you more when you get settled in."

I nodded. I could accept that. This is a new world, so I need all the information I can get for the moment, especially since I'm stuck in a body that isn't allowed to go around the streets alone. "So, let's start with this Magic Blue." I said.

For some sick reason, I find it amusing to scare this man. When I said the topic that I wanted to know, he began looking around again and kept his pose on guard. It was funny. I could really get used to this teasing thing.

"Well, the… Magic Blue" he whispered after that short pause, when he was about to say the magic. Really though, it's a funny thing. "The true nature of it is still unknown, but they say that it has something to do with Time Travel."

"Time Travel?" I snorted. It's like the rebirth of the Shadows all over again. I just hope the practitioner isn't doing anything that could damage the future with something like that in their arsenal. God knows that it was because of madmen who wanted to control history that started the death of many.

"Yes, Time Travel." Kiritsugu said slowly, probably wondering where that snort came from. "Why? You don't believe me?"

I shook my head. "No, it's not that. It's just that I don't think that powers like that belong to humans." I stated, dazing off while still looking at Kiritsugu. "There are just some things that shouldn't be tampered with, whether someone is capable of it or not."

Kiritsuhu looked more intrigued, now. What I said probably shouldn't even be what a child should say. It sounded mature, like it was something of a past experience. Well, if you consider this body of mine as Time Travel, then this has got to be some cruel joke.

I shook my head, shaking of the daze. "Sorry. What were the other two?"

"Kaleidoscope and Heaven's Feel." He said, "Kaleidoscope is the operation of parallel worlds."

I twitched at that. I guess I know what to thank or blame for why I'm here at the moment. Parallel Worlds… Really?

"And the last one?" I asked.

"Heaven's Feel." Kiritsugi said slowly. "It is the materialization of the soul."

Now this time, I had to stop myself from banging my head on the table. The Third Magic sounds awfully like Persona Summoning for some reason.

From Orpheus' first words at the time when I had summoned him 'I am thou, and thou art I. From the Sea of thy SOUL I cometh…'

If the Third Magic is the materialization of the soul, then I must be considered a magician, if what I heard is right. I can probably do tha- wait…

I don't have an Evoker…

And since I had to use a device in order to summon my Persona, the Third Magic would be reduced into Magecraft. Well, I guess there's only Four True Magic left.

But for some reason, I realize that the connections I have to the three magic doesn't seem like a coincidence.

I'm blaming Igor for this.

"So." Kiritsugi started, snapping me out of that inner monologue. "Is that all for now?"

"Yes." I nodded. "I'll ask more if I need to know more about this Mage thing."

"Alright." He said, standing up and heading deeper inside the house. "You can choose any room you like; I'll be in mine if you need me." He called out while walking away.

As I kept staring at his back, I felt a familiar sensation enter my body. The world stopped, and I heard the sounds of a glass being smashed. A card floated within my vision. The Tarot of The Fool.

"I am thou, thou art I. It is the beginning of a new journey. Innocence, Divine inspiration, Madness, Freedom, Spontaneity, Inexperience, Chaos, and Creativity; such is the mark of the Fool. May your new life grant you your wish."

When the voice stopped, I couldn't but say what I had in mind.

"Well, that was different."

As I stood up, I began to look around the house. I might as well choose a big room for myself.

It's not so bad to act like a kid every once and a while.

A/N:

Just something to look forward to. I'm still doing my other fic, but I'm currently on a block...T_T