His body is made out of swords.
His blood is of iron and his heart of glass.
He survived through countless battles.
Not even once retreating.
Not even once being understood.
He was always alone.
Intoxicated with victory in a hill of swords.
Thus, his life has no meaning.
That body was certainly made out of swords.
Twilight Sparkle had only just received her coronation as Princess. She had expected responsibility, that much is true. She wasn't one to shirk her duty, nor was she one to back down when she's needed.
Being the guide to an alien that was both incredibly nice and scary wasn't exactly what she had in mind.
Shirou thought he had lost. But it turns out Fate had other plans for him. He has no idea how he got here, he has no idea why he's here, but he's certain of one thing.
He needs to get home. Fast.
