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The Holy Grail War. A Battle Royal between seven magi, and their servants. The prize, an omnipotent wish granting device. The legendary Holy Grail. Of course, this is not the true grail, but a device created by the three founding families, Tohsaka, Makiri, and Einzbern.

Each family has a different reason for seeking the grail. The Tohsaka simply wishes to reach Akasha, the Root of all Things. The Einzbern wish to regain their lost magic, the Third Sorcery, Heaven's Feel. The Makiri head desires immortality.

The seven participating magi would each summon a heroic spirit to act as their champion. All of the currently chosen ones had already obtained a catalyst, an artifact with which they would use to influence which Heroic Spirit they summon. An artifact connected to the legend of their desired hero. Too bad the catalysts would be useless to all but one.


Kotomine Kirei was an empty man. He took no pleasure in anything, despite all his attempts. He attempted to find purpose and fulfillment in several things, from different professions, to gaining knowledge, even attempting to start a family. Alas, nothing gave Kotomine even a sliver of pleasure.

His latest attempt at seeking purpose, was participating in the Holy Grail war. His father, Risei, had formed an alliance with the head of one of the three families, despite being a supposedly unbiased supervisor. To this extent, when Kirei had obtained his Command Seals, Tokiomi and Risei had wasted no time in deciding a servant for him and forming plans.

They had procured for him a bone mask, one that had apparently once belonged to one of the eighteen leaders of the Hashshashin. Surely, with a catalyst so closely related to the legend of the chosen servant, he would not receive anyone other than what he had been targeting right?

Unfortunately for him, Angra Mainyu had decided to troll everybody participating in the war.

Instead of a man in black clothing and a bone mask, the person in that appeared was a woman withlong purple hair tied up in a pony tail. She wore black sleeveless undershirt, an orange over-shirt with two white straps on each shoulder, and black stretch pants.

She soon asked Kotomine the standard question "Are you my master?"

Kotomine replied with a simple yes. "Then the contract is complete." Was Assassin's reply. Truly, Kotomine had no idea what to make of his servant.


A Week Later

Emiya Kiritsugu wasn't sure what to expect when he was given the sheath of the legendary sword, Excalibur, and told to summon Britain's King of Knights. Of course he knew that he would have to do the ritual sooner or later, but he didn't know what to expect of his servant. Would King Arthur live up to his legend and be an honorable knight that put chivalry ahead of victory? Or had the legends gotten it wrong and he was a pragmatic combatant who did anything to win?

Frankly, Kiritsugu would prefer the latter, but he was sure that the former was more likely.

But the person in front of him, the man that came out of the summoning circle, was certainly not the King of Knights.

The man had tanned skin, short, spiky blond hair, and a stubble. He also sported a large scar on his left cheek. He wore a white cassock with a white trim, black pants, a black shirt, white gloves with crosses inscribed on the back, a silver cross, and a round pair of glasses. There were inscriptions on both gloves, across the crosses. The one on the left glove said "Speak with the Dead" and the one on the right glove said "Jesus Christ is in Heaven".

The man grinned at him, and said "I am Servant Saber. Are you my master?"


Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi was confused. His catalyst should have ensured that he would summon Diarmud O'Dyna. Said catalyst being the remains of Diarmud's magical swords, it should have been guaranteed. So why was the person in front of him a woman?

The woman had bronze skin, and wavy dark brown hair with a braid behind her left ear. She had green eyes, and had a beauty mark below her right eye. She wore what appeared to be a blue sari with a black sleeveless shirt that was cut just below her bust underneath. Her left shoulder bore a large black tattoo while her left had a strange white mark. A spear was held on her back.

"Who are you?" Kayneth demanded an answer. "I'm Servant Lancer of this war." The Servant responded.

"I mean, what have you done with Diarmud?" Kayneth asked.

"Who?" Was Lancer's response.

Needless to say, Kayneth was not a happy man. The world just seemed to hate him. First, his original catalyst was stolen. And then, his fiancee, Sola-Ui, seemed to be actively trying to hate him. And now, he didn't even get the servant he desired. Sola-Ui was watching, and enjoying, her fiancee's exasperation.

Unknown to Kayneth, he wasn't the only one either disappointed or surprised.


Kariya wasn't exactly sure what his detestable 'father' had planned for him to summon. However, judging from Zouken's expression, the man in front of him was apparently not the Servant he was expecting.

Zouken chuckled, despite being a bit surprised at the summoned servant, having decided to chalk up the unexpected Servant to his 'son's' incompetence. "Well, well, Kariya-kun. It appears that you managed to mess up the ritual. I should have expected it from you, my failure of a son."

Deciding to ignore Zouken's insults, Kariya turned to the person that had appeared after the ritual. "Who are you?"

The man in question had pale skin, red eyes, and long black hair. He wore what appeared to be a black straight jacket. He smiled, revealing sharp canines, and replied "I am Servant Berserker. I guess your my master now."

"Yes. Yes I am."

Zouken started speaking again. "It appears that you at least got the class right Kariya-kun. Remember our agreement. Win me the grail, and Sakura goes free." Those were his last words before he walked up the stairs, leaving Kariya and his servant alone.

"That person looks like a man, but is nothing but a monster. Do you wish for me to get rid of him?" Berserker asked.

"Well, at least we both agree on something" Kariya thought. "No, not yet at least."

Berserker frowned a bit, appearing to be disappointed at his masters decision. But after a few moments, he smiled again. "Very well, just tell me when you need me to kill that abomination." Berserker said before astralizing, leaving Kariya alone to ponder his thoughts.


Waver Velvet didn't really know what he would end up summoning using his stolen catalyst, seeing as it wasn't his choice to begin with. But still, as much as he despised his teacher, he couldn't deny that the man was a genius. Surely, when picking a catalyst, he would choose a mighty servant.

While he hadn't known what he would summon, he still had several guesses at who his teacher had planned to summon. But even with all his theories, he still wasn't prepared for what he had summoned.

The Servant in question was clad in heavy armor, with his left arm being more armored than his left. On his left shoulder was a bronze colored shoulder pad. He wore a small red shroud over his armor and had a hood which covered most of his face. Twin strips of sliver hair were visible, along with glowing white eyes.

He turned to Waver and declared "I am Servant Rider. Are you my master?"


A/N: Well, here's my take on the now popular 'Servants are changed' idea. Only, as you can see, Gilgamesh, not Arturia is the only one not replaced. Can't wait to write how Gil deals with these Servants. I'm pretty sure that the Servant's I pick are easily recognizable. At least I think so.

I know this is short, but I'm still not good at writing anything long, so please, don't flame me about the length.

Anyways, how many of the servants can you identify. First one to guess all five gets to know who Caster will be.

Please review.