Zero no Tsukaima: Shadow of Zero - Episode 1

Zero no Tsukaima: Shadow of Zero
Louise wishes with all her heart for a familiar that is Sacred, Beautiful and Powerful, throwing all her Hope, Desperation and Desire into her spell she may get what she wishing for and maybe something more, but like the old sayings goes; 'Be careful what you wish for' and 'Never judge a book by its cover'.

Shadow of the Colossus and Familiar of Zero crossover, Semi-OC Dormin+Harem

P.S. - (All characters, settings and other things of Shadow of the Colossus, Familiar of Zero and anything else I may use are the property of their respective owner and so please do not sue me.)

Zero no Tsukaima: Shadow of Zero - Episode 1
Breaking the Seal! The Guardian Awakens
By Alienfinderx
With Special Thanks to Noctum

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On the 38th Day of Summer of the Year 921 of the First Age, lies from outside the Radiant Gardens blinds a Foolish Hero. Unholy Fire and Holy Fame forged a Sword to cut through Shadows and Souls. Riding over the Bridge of Eternity to the Guardian's Home, thrusts his sword and black blood flows. Sealed in his own home, his people unprotected, forced to watch as his people flee the land. Waiting until the day he is set free, we never forget the day that our Guardian fell.
-  Book of Prophesies

Somewhere in the middle of dry and forbidden wasteland filled with the ruins and abandoned cities of a once great civilization stands a towering temple that almost reaches the sky. Abandoned for a thousands of years, the temple stands as a testament, a monument, a prison, a forgotten memory of those who protected this once beautiful land, riches they give to those who inhabited the land and when they were imprisoned unjustly.

Upon a broken pillar far away from the temple sat a Hawk, it is an unusual hawk for it was as big as an eagle with purple eyes. This great Hawk with looks sadly over the wasteland at the temple, it has been thousands of years since his master was imprisoned in his own home, unjustly by fools who believed the lies and superstitious reasons that were feed to them by that Betrayer. The Hawk has being faithfully watching for its master to be freed for the same amount of time. It has seen how the land that was once lush and green, filled with life and beauty, has slowly turned into a wasteland devoid of life. The Hawk continued to watch over the land; his eyes are filled sadness as it looks at the temple.

However, unknown to the Hawk and all other creatures within this Forbidden Land, things are about to change. For within this long dead and undisturbed place, that was once the temple of a God, inside a long hall leading up to lonely altar with the walls hold the stone statues of strange creatures, was suddenly stirred, as a voice and power from faraway echoed in hallowed hallways of temple. An ageless unseen being bond by unseen chains slowly awakes from dreamless slumber.

"I beg of you, O five elemental spirits of the Pentagon…"

If the Being had a heart, it would have stopped for a second. It realized that the voice, while young was not from these lands for the words she speaks are in a foreign tong. It was too feminine, proper and practiced, like that of a young noble girl. But still, hearing a young voice, filled with such hope, desire and desperation called upon a side of him that had been dead for a long time when his people where driven way from his land, calling for an Guardian.

"Find my servant who exists somewhere in the known and unknown universe..."

Unknown, well there are a lot of things Mortals do not known, it thought to itself with a dry chuckle. Slow his unseen eyes open to see whom this brave child is, who dares to enter this dying wasteland that once home to his people. As his eyes opened, he saw something that took him by surprise, in front of the stone stairs of the lonely altar a tear in space appearing out of nowhere, forming an oval shaped portal, which looked like a whirlpool on the inside. It emitted a light green glow, the color reminding him of the fields of flush grass that once grew in this land as far as eye could see. Although why it was here, He could only guess. The only clue He had to what the portal was for, was the fact that the voice was coming from within the portal. Even as He was pondering the reason for the portal, the voice continued on its way.

"Oh Sacred, beautiful and powerful familiar spirit…"

Sacred? The being did not know if he should laugh or snorted at that. He is a God, how much more scared can you get! Long ago before his imprisonment, he was the protector of his People, their guardian, protecting them both in life and in death. He even went so far to create sixteen Guardians, Giants made out of Stone and Earth to both help and protect his People. His people loved him and his Guardians, they always considered him to a scared, holy being, and his people used worshiped him and build many shrines and temples across the land in his honor. However, men outside his land feared him and the Guardians he had created calling him Monsters, Demons and far less friendly things. For him protecting the ones you care about is scared thing, he will never claim otherwise and he cared deeply for his people. That was one of the reasons why he was imprisoned with his own temple and his soul torn to pieces by those men, for protecting his land and people from those how want to harm them.

Beautiful? He did not know what think about that, his appearance is not what you can call beautiful. His Appearance is the other reason why they imprisoned him. He know that he is big, black, hairy and scary looking with his big horns and sharp claws, but if they only could see his soul than they will see the beauty that is inside him. His people could see the beauty within everything, they did not fear his appearance but Men outside of his land let themselves be blinded by their own fears of unknown, things they do not understated and judging someone on their appearance.

Strong? He is strong, he is stronger than any mortal creature and his powers extended far beyond their limited understanding, he can wielding both forces of Light and Shadows, control the elements, call up the wrath of storms and he has power over life and death. His people did not call him the Guardian of Mortality's Gate for nothing. However, with all those powers he is not invincible, being a God does not make you all knowing or all-powerful, no one is perfect, not even gods! He just made the mistake of underestimating one single man, but now he only wished that foolish hero had killed him instead sealing him in his own temple. With the right tools gods can be slain by mortals, he has seen it before and it was not pretty, but death is part of life and even if you are immortal, your time will come eventually. Right now death would be better than to endure the suffering and torments of being imprisoned for all eternity!

"I desire and here I plead from my heart…"

Hearing that voice, the voice filled with such desperation, loneliness, and sadness; it caused Him to want reach out for her. He felt the need to comfort the owner of the voice, to tell her that she will not be alone anymore, that He will be there to protect her. Then He feels something, the chains that are holding Him were weakening, but He also felt that the fragments of his soul that the foolish hero had torn apart were drifting farther away from him. If he breaks free from his prison, he will have to pay the ultimate price. So be it!

"Answer to my guidance!"

Throughout the long hall leading to the lone altar; statues carved in the likeness of fantastic creatures seemed to shiver as life flowed into eyes of carved stone. The words of the young girl echoed through them, rife with hope, desperation and desire. The desire for a protector, desire for a guardian, and perhaps even something more. A silent hope resounded, as a lust for a purpose filled the beings that inhabited these carvings of stone and rock. Whispers start to fill the halls of the ancient temple as sixteenth humanoid figures came out of the shadows and darkness started to crawling out from the shadows. They walk to centre of the hall, whispering, arguing, and talking to one another.

"What is this?" "Someone is calling us?" "It's a young one? A young one is calling us!" "Meer child is calling us" "So far away, but so close…" "How is this possible?" "This power…" "Seal is weakening!" "By the Void! Can it be?" "This is not possible! No Mortal can wield that power!" "If she has the power to call us…" "We must find her!" "Yes, she is the one!" "We can't go, we are still chained…" "So close…" "There must be a way"

"There is a way…"

All sixteenth shadows turned their looks up towards a large sky light high above on the ceiling fill with a bright light where the voice came from. The voice speaks with the voices of many hundreds of people talking at once, all whispering but their words echo through temple.

"We know Thou desire freedom, We know Thou desire revenge on thy who imprisoned Us. But Our People are gone, turned to dust or forgotten us, Our name cursed and feared by those who believed the lies of the Betrayer and Our Land ravished by Betrayer's followers, even if We are to be set free and even if We hath Our revenge what then? There is nothing left for Us here… However, this Mortal Child is calling Us, of all beings and creatures she can call, she called Us to be her Guardian, her Protector! We hath a change here for a new beginning, all We need is to break free from these chains, but without destroying the Sigils it is impossible unless We give up the one thing that binds Us here…"

All sixteenth shadows turned their heads back to either in shock their whispering, arguing and talking becomes louder, both hope and fear filled their voices as they try to diced what to do.

"What did He just suggest?" "He is joking right?" "I don't believe what I hear…" "We give up the one thing that keeps Us that means…" "No We must not do it!" "He has gone mad!" "No We must not!" "He is right, it is the only way" "We will lose everything" "Everything has a price, even freedom…" "But the price is too heavy" "Mortal Servitude is small patch of Heaven, compared to Eternal Imprisonment!" "He right… We can't go on like this" "We never going to be howl again" "But we will be free" "So We all agree on this?"

The sixteenth shadows and mysterious voice all said one word, all whispering this one word that echoed through the halls of the temple with the force and power of thunder.

"YES"

As they all agreed in one voice a strong wind began to blow through halls of the temple, blowing dust from the floors as outside the great temple the sky erupts with thunder and lightning. Throughout the land, many creatures, both big and small, looked towards the sky as if they all can feel a sense of change coming and for the first time in a thousand years, it began to rain.

The giant Hawk that sits on the pillar looked up to clouded sky completely confused as rain drops began fall upon top his head. "Why is it raining?" the great Hawk thought as it tries to makes sense of the situation, "It has not rained since the day that Master…" The hawk's train of thought came to chasing halt has it realized what is going on. "The Master is back! The Master is Back!" the Hawk thought as tears of joy filled its eyes as it spread its wings and began to fly towards to towering temple as fast as it can.

Across the desolate land, hawks, white-tailed lizards and other small creatures that all living there began search a place to hide from the rain and tremors that shook the ground. Far away the heavy footsteps from something big can be heard and through the heavy rainfall distorted images of gigantic creatures can be seen, all with different shapes and sizes, all walking, crawling or flying towards the towering temple as if something is there calling them to come. Beneath them, the hard, dry earth greedily drink the falling rainwater as grass, flowers and other plants start to shoot out of the ground, and fresh green leaves started to grow on the branches of once dead trees. Dried up lakes and rivers began to fill and flow with freshwater and the once dead wasteland is transformed, reborn anew.

Back in the temple, Sixteen shadowy figures walk towards green oval shaped portal at the base of stairs to the lonely altar. As the dark storm clouds outside began to cover the sun, the light from the large sky never stopped shining, illuminating the dark hall with warm light. The shadowy figures began to from a large circle around the portal and look up towards the sky light with their glowing eyes as strange runic marks start to appear on floor and walls of the temple, glowing brightly with same electric blue light as the eyes of the ancient idols and shadows. Something within light of the skylight began to stir, dance of light and shadows plays chaotically on the walls of the temple as something began to form inside the light beam and heartbeat belonging to ancient being start to fill the halls, pair of ageless eyes took form glow brightly. The being's eyes began glowing brighter with a faint but growing spark of hope and desire as mysterious whispers in the hall began to speak as a thousand voices together as one, all softly whispered one single sentence that echo throughout the world like thunder.

"WE WILL BE FREE…"

On the First Day of Spring of the Year 275 of the Sixth Age, ancient words will be spoken, two worlds will be bridged, and the imprisoned Guardian will awake. A choice is made, chains will be broken, a dying land will be reborn, and what was once eternal will be forever broken, bound to serve a Child of Brimir. Can the Child see the Guardian's Soul of Light or be blinded by his form like so many others? As Destiny and Faith rewrites History, the World will never be the same.
-  Book of Prophesies