Merge the following versions of the same prototype for a crossover fanfic between Seirei Gensouki, Code Geass, Dragonar Academy, the Eminence in Shadow, the Familiar of Zero, Bladedance of Elementalers, Unbreakable Machine Doll, Monster Girl Encyclopedia and Monster Girl Quest into a single narrative that combines the best aspects of both prototypes while sticking to the setting of a clockpunk-based, dark urban high fantasy, heavily magic-using world with a good amount of steampunk and dieselpunk technology and some very early cyberpunk influence: 

Prototype Chapter 1: 

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Chapter Eight: Covert Mornings and Conspiratorial Shadows

Dawn cascaded its first tender hues across the sprawling academy, a bastion of learning where the echos of clockwork ingenuity wove seamlessly with the whispers of rising steam. The Imperial Room—reserved for those of noble heritage—housed a curious scene: Silvia and Est, their forms nestled intimately against Ash’s slumbering body. Unbeknownst to him, the night’s chill had called for shared warmth, a gesture as innocent as it was natural.

Est sighed contentedly, her presence akin to a protective charm, while Silvia was torn between decorum and the allure of closeness. As the rays of the morning light pirouetted through the room, Ash remained adrift in dreams, undisturbed by the gentle embrace of his makeshift guardians.

Across the campus, in the Spartan confines of the Kaganovitch quarters, Cid slipped into his chamber. The Shadow Clone, a clever ruse used to uphold his guise as an average student and dutiful son, dissipated into the ether, leaving behind the well-rested form of a clandestine revolutionary.

Yatta, yūjinā taikai ni chikazuite iru, he mused with satisfaction. (I’ve done it, approaching the grand assembly of dimensions.) His eyes glinted with a reflection of the forsaken NATO base, where relics of Earth’s ingenuity lay dormant, awaiting reclamation.

A brisk shower washed away the remnants of the night, and as droplets of water skittered across his skin, Cid contemplated the riddles of Linda and Ash. The disruption of natural order—the binding of a human as a Pal—was a conundrum that demanded his keen intellect.

Harnessing the drive that fuelled his Zero exploits, he resolved to unravel this mystery, his deduction fortified by the wealth of knowledge gained within academia’s gilded walls. With a day brimming with possibility and intrigue ahead, he set forth with determination to acquire answers discreetly, his actions as fluid as the subtle turn of espionage’s gears.

The world of Tristain—a place where the ancient and new collided, and where mechanical marvels coursed with the essence of magic—throbbed with the lifeblood of change. From the might of the British Empire’s legacy to the austere grandeur of the Romanov’s Russia, from the martial prowess of the Bulgarian Tsardom to the dignified resilience of Bourbon France, the confluence of history and innovation created a tapestry rich with potential.

Here, where the politics of high fantasy wrestled with the shadows cast by darkened figures in Cyber’s early dawn, identities were not merely worn but wielded like weapons in a silent struggle for power and sovereignty.

Cid, no stranger to such battles, readied himself for the day as Ash, unknowingly caught in his own web of destiny, stirred. Yet, with the warmth of companionship gracing his waking moments, the discord of morning’s mystery unfolded like a palimpsest waiting for ink to scribe its secrets upon the world.

In this place, where the storied past met the pulsing future, through halls imbued with the influence of legends and rings of power, the narrative of these intertwined lives pressed onward—a story of intricate alliance and concealed truths that would shake the foundations of their very reality.


[First version of the prototype chapter ends here]

Chapter 3: Weaving Threads of Night

As the moon paraded across the velvety sky, casting its gentle glow through the windows, the Academy held its breath in the deep quietude of night. In one chamber, Silvia and Est, bound by a shared affection and duty, watched over Ash as he slept, blissfully unaware of his admirers’ silent vigil. With a tender smile, they eventually yielded to slumber, content in their roles as guardians and companions.

Silvia (thinking, with a soft resolve): Il a tellement de responsabilités… Nous sommes là pour partager le poids de ses devoirs. (He carries so many responsibilities… We are here to share the weight of his duties.)

Est (thinking, protective and devoted): Magister meus, somnus tuus pacem habet sub custodia nostra. (My master, your sleep holds peace under our guard.)

Meanwhile, Cid quietly returned to his dormitory, his frame still humming with the night’s exploits. Dispersing his shadow clone with a silent incantation, he absorbed its rest, feeling refreshed as if having slumbered for hours.

Cid (thinking): Kage bunshin no jutsu wa yoi kyūsoku o motarashita. Mata tsugi no sakusen e. (影分身の術は良い休息をもたらした。また次の作戦へ。) (The shadow clone technique has yielded good rest. On to the next operation.)

The recent discovery of an abandoned base, one seemingly linked to Earth’s NATO forces, beckoned him with its mystery. The remnant technology, a call from a world he once knew, ignited a fire within him to unearth its secrets.





[Second version of the Prototype chapter ends here]

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Chapter Three: Whispers of Dawn

As dawn’s first light poured over the horizon and into the room shared by Ash, Silvia, and Est, the morning held the remnants of a serenity unique to those early hours. Ash, still wrapped in slumber’s embrace, was blissfully unaware of the tender, protective care he received from both Silvia and Est as they quietly attended to his well-being.

With the care one might give to a cherished companion, the duo ensured his comfort, whispering hushed words of encouragement for the day that lay ahead. Their gestures were a quiet testimony of their different, yet profound connections to him—unspoken and sacred in the quiet morning space.

On the other end of the academy, Cid ghosted back into his dorm room after a night spent patrolling the shadows as Zero. His return was seamless as he dispelled the crafted illusion—a shadow clone that had served as his proxy, resting in his stead.

“Naruhodo, fukugen suru no wa, hayai ja nai ka,” he mused contentedly, appreciating the reinvigoration he felt from the rested doppelganger.

(“Indeed, recovery is faster than expected,” he mused contentedly, appreciating the reinvigoration he felt from the rested doppelganger.)

Pleased with his recent discovery—an untouched base nestled deep within the nearby forests, possibly linked to an Earth where NATO once reigned—Cid planned his next moves. The abandoned base, with its defunct dimensional travel equipment, piqued his relentless curiosity.

“Это может быть из того мира. Я должен исследовать это,” he resolved, setting aside his Zero armor with methodical care.

(“It might be from that world. I must investigate it,” he resolved, setting aside his Zero armor with methodical care.)

Showering away the remnants of the night, Cid pondered the puzzling situation that had unfolded at the academy—Linda, seemingly a human, bound as a Pal to another human, Ash. The notion violated every understanding of the rule that only dragons could form such bonds.

“Tabun, ryū tachi mo ningen no sugata ni naru koto ga dekiru…” he theorized, considering the implications as he prepared for the day.

(“Perhaps, dragons can also take on a human form…” he theorized, considering the implications as he prepared for the day.)

As the academy stirred to life, Ash woke to his day’s routines, his thoughts a quiet reflection of the peace of his accommodations. “Kono heya wa, odayakana,” he thought, a sense of gratitude for the tranquil morning.

(“This room is peaceful,” he thought, a sense of gratitude for the tranquil morning.)

Meanwhile, Linda carried an unsettled mix of emotions—a natural cycle infusing her with an energy that was both a boon and a burden, ever fluctuating and demanding. “Pourquoi cela doit-il être si compliqué?” she pondered, conflicted by her own nature and needs.

(“Why does this have to be so complicated?” she pondered, conflicted by her own nature and needs.)

Fianna, or Nina, as she was known at the academy, practiced her drills in the early light, her thoughts never far from the mysterious bond between Ash and Linda. “Ash-san to Linda-san no kankei wa, fukuzatsudesu ne,” she thought, her curiosity never quite sated.

(“The relationship between Ash and Linda is complicated, isn’t it,” she thought, her curiosity never quite sated.)

As the students began their daily symphony of learning and duties, the undercurrents of their true selves continued to shape the paths they walked—whether draped in mystery, driven by duty, or laden with emotions unvoiced. For each, the day would unfurl with secrets held close and roles dutifully played within the stone walls of Tristain Academy of Magic.

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[Third version of the Prototype chapter ends here]