The Gathering - Part 2

"June 20, huh..." 

Mumbled the man with clothes full of black, the same with his hair and eyes. 

"Two days more for the battle..." 

Frowning, the man started to walk somewhere, as he left behind two unconscious burly man's, and a boy that was sitting on the ground with a blank expression on his face, as if he didn't understand what he just saw. 

*June 21, Rome.*

The black clothes man started to walk through the night street. While carrying a backpack in his back, the man looks like in a hurry. 

'Soon...' 

The man finally arrived, on the front gate of a gigantic museum, the museum was so big that and definitely one of the most popular tourism place in the country. 

"Activate..." 

Murmured some words, black mech armor began to arise from his body, as the armor used the nano technology. After donned the armor, the man swept his hand in the air and a holographic screen started to arise. 

"Let's cut all the alarm systems." 

Hacking the security system in two minutes, the man waved his hand in the air again and the screen started to fade away. 

"So easy, huh ~ if only all the missions would be this simple ~" 

Humming a little melody for his small success, the man began to walk to the front gate, as his armor slowly made his body transparent each seconds. 

"Now.. Let's start ~" 

Jumping to the air, the sole of his foot began to eject flames, and it propelled him to the sky, flying to the nearest window of the museum. 

"Theseus's inheritance would be mine." 

**** 

*Isolated Palace, Russia*

Standing in front of the large, stained glass window, the lady clasped her hands together.

"The awaited night..."

Her voice spoke to no one. She was nervous yet ready for what was to ensue, wishing that her efforts wouldn't be for naught as soon as it come to an end, and what she long expected for would come to rise and appear before her.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

No one returned her musing, for she was all alone on that place. No one lived on that isolated palace, for she was the only one remaining at the last of her name.

Smiling, her gaze fell towards the garden below the palacial infrastructure. A vast garden filled with blooming marigolds and four sculpted fountains that stood far apart, water rushing down with ease despite the country's freezing weather.

Perfect. It was a perfect place for the ritual. Enough for the moon to land at the designated spot, and enough with all the mana contained within that entire place.

With a gentle tug at the hem of her sleeves, the lady collected her bearings and began to tread outside her chamber. There was no reason to linger so idly. Time was ticking, and she didn't want to waste the opportunity any longer.

Taking with her the familiar phrase that was once engraved inside her head over and over, her smile turned seemingly bittersweet.

"Fail, huh..." 

**** 

The sound of birds chirping jolted her awake. She blinked her eyes groggily and looked to the small window. Seeing the sun peeking out shyly from among the towering urban trees. Immediately, all traces of sleep disappeared, her eyes snapped wide open. 

    "Oh no, oh no," she whispered in panic to herself, fumbling to stand up only to crash down on the tatami floor. After an entire night of sitting with her legs underneath her, her legs had somehow forgotten their purpose to stand.

    She had fallen asleep in the midst of poring through the book, searching for foreign incantations. The spear her father had given to her was definitely not from Japan so she tried to look for any information about it inside the measly amount of foreign books she has. The result? Nothing, not the owner, not the name, nothing. However, she spotted an array of words -which she guessed were incantation- that she only managed to read halfway before she dozed off, the cryptic incantation echoing inside her head. 

     After letting the blood flow back to her legs, the girl finally managed to stand up and hastily took her bow and quiver, sliding her room door open and ran out, the spear laid forgotten in her room. She was late to her own schedule. 

**** 

It was an easy catch, when the noble finally had his face flat on the table the two girls handed the boy the container, he gave them both a cheery smile then rushed outside of the tavern with a silver box now in his hands.

The closest place where he could find a quick breather was on the quiet eastern part of the docks. Where no one would go and he was sure of it, because he has been here dozens of times. A place where he could think of was what the future has in store for him. Ships moved as the waves slowly crept its way into the sand then went back to join the sea. A constant loop that goes on forever just like him, stuck.

The silver moonlight accompanied him to see what's inside the silver box. There were a couple of old papers with inscriptions that are somehow familiar to him. Some were in perfect condition while others were hard to read. 

"I guess this is what the old man is preparing me for," he said to himself in excitement though his memory of it was the opposite. When he brought about the topic of the holy grail, his father spent his final moments passing him down the knowledge he needed. Countless hours studying with the man who he wants to be.

Lastly, hidden under the pile of papers was a blue cloth. "The catalyst, but who is this from?" he checked if there were any clues on who this can be but to his disappointment there wasn't.

He took a moment and wished that whoever this is to be strong,  then proceeded to read and tinker the contents of the box.

"Shall we begin?"