Souls Of The Fateless (FGO x God's Wrath OC Series Story)

Departed Souls

"Thanks for the lift. Bring Ishtar and Okita when you make your way over once they stir; we need a new plan now that Uruk is devastated-"

"See you in a little."

Atalanta reluctantly lingered for a moment. She gazed back with her eyes moving her mouth but ultimately jumped off into the pillowy river of clouds when anything failed to come out.

Swoosh...

My wings beat boisterously as I turned and headed left to the west side of Uruk. The rocky remains of Uruk's civilization were cast in shadows, dark, signaling the end of the great city- and ahead in front of it all were two figures looking out at the moon positioned over the bleak, grey horizon, glowing ethereally in its supernatural light.

Mysterious. I'm counting one extra person amongst Riessa, Okita, and Ishtar. ...Wait a sec, that's-

A glittering golden and blue sword hung by the individual's waist. The grass brushed against their feet as they leisurely stood, gently gliding their hand across the white scales on Reissa's head. Waving welcomely, the curled edges of their mouth came into full view when they leaned back, revealing a full smile that invited me over as I quietly fell to the ground with my outspread wings.

"Still using the King of Knights mirage, are we, Pollux?"

She looked down at herself, rubbing the back of her head a moment later. A light spark came, and Pollux appeared in her typical attire after the ambience dispersed.

"Afraid so. Occasionally I forget you genuinely know who I am. Taking off this mask every once in a while is nice."

"Only me? You haven't notified Atta-nee?"

"No." Her short blond hair fluttered in the wind deniably. "Not yet. There's something grand I'm focusing on in this world. Involving Atalanta might do more damage than good right now."

"Are you secretly calling me a distraction?"

"Incidentally, I don't think that of you. In actuality, it's just...well, I..."

"You...what?" We locked eyes as I moved in time with Pollux, who turned her gaze past her shoulder.

"...I'll tell you when the time is right," Pollux mumbled, pushing me away by the nose shyly.

"So...you defeated Quetzalcoatl from what I gather. You must've recovered some memories. What events and people came back?"

"How'd you hear about my memory problem? I don't recall ever telling you about them or the requirements to get them back."

"I hate to tell you Silva, but every servant in Uruk knows about your lack of memories. The requirements to get them back was an educated guess; we are dealing with gods more or less."

Levitating off her feet, Pollux pulled my hand with surprising force, lifting us onto Riessa's back.

"I'm skeptical about asking, but were your recollections filled with good memories?" Pollux raised the question, settling on her back to gaze at the stars she laid explicitly close on my right.

"They were...adequate." I breathed, copying her prone figure; I laid back. "Overall, I remembered just friends and family; my best friend Fafnir, the others aboard the Argonaut, friendly deities like Apollo, Aphrodite, Artemis, and Hestia, but most importantly, my siblings, all of them. I can finally breathe now that I have another face to pair with Kosmos aside from the horrific one in my nightmare."

"You're having that nightmare concerning Kosmos again?!"

"Y-Yeah"

Before me, Pollux shot up, putting weight onto her left elbow to stare at me on her side. "Did the events of the accident come back?" She asked caringly and frantic.