Pompeii: Viva La Vida, a Fate/stay night + Magi/マギ Crossover fanfic

Author's Note: The hardest parts of a story is how it starts and how it ends, and without a clear goal for both there can be no story. Within the time of my absence I have had horrible writer's block, I felt like a failure as a writer… I still do but here's putting my best foot forward. I'm TRYING. And I'm sorry but that's the best I can do right now.

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Night One

Reim Empire

Titus felt fatigue hit as he flopped onto his bed. He loved learning about the Empire he swore to protect, really he did. However a week full of learning about it's history and laws and barely anything else was taking it's toll.

He misses his days of hanging out with Aladdin, Sphintus and Marga. He missed having someone to talk about his studies with. It didn't help that he'd been feeling oddly drained the past few days, he wrote it off as boredom but even he had his doubts. He wished for Marga to barge into the room and lay beside him as he told her a story, it was a fond memory of his. However those of the court object to him having her stay in his room, saying it was somehow inappropriate. He found it simply baffling.

What was wrong with falling asleep beside someone you care for?

Sometime after finally calming his thoughts he began to drift off. His previous dreams had never been anything impressive, replayed memories, a few abstract thoughts. However as of late they became flashes of epic clashes and mighty heroes, adventures that could inspire legends and languages he's never heard.

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As he lay sleeping, he found himself in a dreamscape that followed it own script. He felt a jolt. And like he's just opened his eyes, his surroundings unfamiliar, he was surrounded by cold stone walls, dark halls and stale air.

He saw light at the end of the stairwell before him.

He looked over the room he noticed a pattern drawn on the ground, it didn't resemble any signs he learned at Magnostadt. It didn't even look like the mark of Solomon. There were others in the room. A man in a odd red outfit. Another dressed in all black, and the last who looked doused in shadows with a skull like mask shrouding his face.

Something about the three of them just shouted danger. Not able to discern which was the most dangerous in the room he decided retreat was best. He went to step back before realizing he couldn't.

'-Repeat Five times. But destroy each when filled' The man in the red attire's voice began to register within his mind. 'What's going on? What is this for?' Light grew from the circle and so did a fog that blocked his view.

"A base of silver and steel. A foundation of stone and the Archduke of contracts. An ancestor, my great master, Schweinorg. A wall to block the falling wind. The gates of all four directions close. From the crown, come forth and follow the forked road to the kingdom. Thou the seven days class in the great trinity come forth from the circle of constraint. Guardian of the Heavenly Scales!"

Eyes wide he watch in awe. 'I've never seen any magic like this before!' All he could make out was what appeared to be a large red cloak and a golden shine before he awoke startled.

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The Rukh swarm restlessly around his room. Some of his hair flew into his face. But it was not what concerned him at this time.

Titus' clear blue eyes stared into fiery red.

And the red stared back.

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Special thanks to: Fangking2, Mythfan, Aburg76, Baka Maou, Zayphyroths, lolboblord,SoraMythos9276, and eldarhunter