Hello everyone.

This the first of a couple of one-shot stories before resuming my main story Coming from the emptiness.
I hope you like it.

The earth was covered in fire, from the roads in the border of the Dothraki Sea and the Red Waste, the travelers and merchants were witnesses of something that it could only be called the end of the world, a storm of red and gold shook the earth, leaving destruction on its path along with horror and despair in the eyes of the witnesses and those in the nearby cities where it could be heard what became known as a song of gold and fire.

Surrounded by a land covered in ashes, a man with white hair, gray eyes and tanned skin was wearing a black body armor with a red overcoat covering his arms and upper torso, his right arm stretched and a golden sheath with blue enamel in front of him like a shield, a sheath that seemed more like a treasured to show dignity and nobility but at the same time as something to be wielding and not to be contemplated. In front of him was a young man with golden hair standing up like a blazing flame, red crimson eyes like blood, wearing a golden armor with a red cape from its waist and wielding a sword with and unusual form, a sword that existed before the concept of the sword was born. Both of them were waiting for the other, one dressed in red, surrounded by a golden aura from the Absolute Defense protecting him and the other wearing a golden armor with red streams of power coming from The Sword That Cut the World Apart wielded on his right hand.

Archer wasn't tired, for some reason, whatever happened to the Grail during his fight with Gilgamesh when he tried to buy time for Rin, Shirou and Saber, caused to his body and his magic circuits to be completely restored, sadly his opponent got the same benefit.

"The only thing that is not a copy and does not belong to you, as expected for a faker." Gilgamesh said annoyed.

"What can I say, she is a very stubborn woman." Archer said with a slight smile.

"She certainly is." With those words Gilgamesh turned and started to walk.

"That's all?" Archer asked surprised by the sudden change. "I tough you were going to erase my existence, King of Heroes." Archer smiled trying to provoke his opponent.

"Don't get confused Archer." Gilgamesh looked at him. "Your very existence annoys me, but it's not worthy of my time." And he left.

Archer looked around "But if you ever cross my path again, it wouldn't matter if it doesn't, huh." He murmured. "A world without the conscience of humanity or Gaia to interfere with my magecraft." Then he smiled. "Rin, seems you were able to destroy it, unfortunately now I'm stuck with the most arrogant and selfish hero of all the times in a world that probably will become his playground." He then started to walk in the opposite direction, in a world where the counter force couldn't reach him and at his peak, now he was free.

As she and her khalasar were heading at Qarth, Daenerys Targaryen looked around; slowly she stopped as she looked at the black earth in one part of the Red Waste.

"Wait." Daenerys ordered as she contemplates the view and noticed the ruins that were part of the Red Waste. "You didn't mention this part when you told me about the Red Waste." She said at Ser Jorah who stood beside her.

"My apologies Khaleesi, I did not considered the stories to be true or relevant for that matter."

"What stories?" Daenerys asked as she focused her attention at Ser Jorah.

"More like tales or legends, Khaleesi." He answered in a respectful tone. "About the end of the world, the coming of the gods, some even talk about a lord of light and his follower fighting against the night itself." Ser Jorah started to tell.

"All because part of the Red Waste its black?" She asked.

"Legends and tales come from the real events you know." A man with a hooded cloak answered in a cocky tone while leaning on a rock. "And you don't have to be a genius to figure out that this was done by someone or some in this case."

"Who are you?" Ser Jorah readied his sword at the newcomer along with the rest of the Dothraki nearby.

"It's impolite to ask for someone name without introduce yourself, you know." The man said in a mocking tone, annoying Jorah.

"I'm Daenerys of House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea and Mother of Dragons." Daenerys stepped in before things got worse, introducing herself at the man who in response moved from the rock and removed his hood looking at her with his brow eyes.

"Please, just call me Angra." The man smiled as his eyes turned blue and his tattooed body tensed like a depredator getting ready for his prey."I insist."

Author's note:

If someone like to continue the story or use the idea, then go ahead, I'll be honored.

Until next time.