AN: I am writing a story based on a hypothetical Sixth War. In the fifth war, Tohsaka decided to leave Emiya to his death, not saving him when Lancer killed him. Rin then want on to laying low, letting Caster play her games. In the end, Rin won the grail, but didn't have a wish to give it. So the grail disappeared and now sixty years later, another war is about to begin.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fate Universe or characters talked about herein. Simply using it to create a fun and exciting story.


Ilithia Einzbern

Ilithia sat at her desk, looking through some files on the other masters. She knew that the Tohsaka would pose another problem this year. The Matou family was in shambles, but she was sure that they scraped together someone for another fruitless attempt at the grail. The Einzberns were lucky this year, since they were able to fabricate a homunculi quickly. The old man was proud of Ilithia, and was sure she would prove to be much more effective then Illya.

Ilithia looked at a few more files, noticing that she had no idea who the seventh master was. She had Kiro Tohsaka, Miles Haruke, Sir Zachary Lind, Lily Jenson, and Jinto Iming. She knew that the last master had to be someone from the Matou family, since they have participated in every Holy Grail war thus far. She smiled, realizing just how diverse the pool of masters was this go around. You had Kiro Tohsaka, a teenage boy, weak in mana, but one hell of a mind. Next was Miles Haruke, coming from a long line of magi, but this will be their first chance to show just how strong the Haruke bloodline is. Zachary Lind was a French magi, working at an established magical academy. Lily Jenson was not to be underestimated, even in her old age. The first American mage, so it should be interesting to see how she fares, but the holy grail wouldn't do good for an 80 year old retiree looking for her last chance at fame. Last but not least, is an African mage by the name of Jinto. Not a lot is known about him other then he works in construction. Nothing gives off the sense of him having mana. Ilithia probably wouldn't have discovered him if it wasn't for a meeting between Jinto and Zachary. Alliances were forming even before the war begins. Predictable.

Actually, Ilithia had a vital advantage over the others. She summoned familiars and gathered intel on all of the combatants, learning their daily schedule, when they eat, when they sleep, and when they summoned their heroic spirit. However, she had no idea the classes of each. Ilithia took all the necessary precautions, but didn't summon her's yet.

Ilithia shut down her computer, summoning her maidservants.

"Get the ritual room ready," Ilithia told Iris. "I am ready to summon my servant."

"Of course," Iris said, turning around with Uryiel and leaving.

She went over to her closet and opened it up to look in the mirror. She looked like a typical homunculi, with long white hair and red eyes. The only thing that split her apart from the others was the long scar running down her cheek. She wasn't sure on how she got it, but she assumed it could have been a mistake during her fabrication. She was made to be different from the other masters that the Einzberns have produced. She wasn't given the usual feelings. Where love should be, she was calculating. Where compassion should be,she was logical. And she didn't have a sense of compassion. She had a goal she had to complete, and she would go to any length to carry it out.

Ilithia put on her red vest with a white shirt underneath it. She put on black tights and boots and headed to her ritual room. Her maidservants were kneeling next to the circle, waiting for the commencement of the ritual. Ilithia approached the circle, picking up the dagger that was set in the middle. A sacrifice was typical of the ritual, but Ilithia would use her own blood, to form a stronger pact with her servant. It was her blood that would bring this servant to the world, and the servant would make sure not to see her bloodshed, or else they would leave the world.

Ilithia started her chant, running the dagger along her palm and letting the blood drip on the circle.

Suddenly, a slender male appeared in front of her, wearing a turban on his head. She looked at him, cocking her head to the side a little. The realization set in and she smiled.

"Insolence will not be tolerated," he said to her, looking down on her, as if he was the master and she was the servant.

"Of course," she responded, flashing him a smile, "and what class of heroic spirit are you, if you don't mind my asking."

"I am an assasin class spirit," he responded in a rough tone.

Oh, she knew that, but it was a formality to ask him anyway. She knew he was the perfect heroic spirit for her to utilize.

Who other then the great Osama Bin Laden?

Kiro Tohsaka

Yet again, the Tohasakas are given the archer class spirit. It was a shame to Kiro, since he so wanted the saber class servant, but he was stuck with the hand he was dealt. She was a pest, but they got along fine.

"Shall we make a pre-emptive strike?" the ever annoying woman asked him as he was trying to fix his laptop.

"For the hundreth time," Kiro said, pushing up his glasses, "that is what they are expecting. I wouldn't be surprised if the first battles happened tonight. Hell, I can sense familiars positioned outside of the Tohsaka mansion. We can't be predictable, we need to do something they have never seen before."

"Oh," she said, frowning, "I could hardly see what fixing that contraption will gain us in the long run master, but if you think it could be used to our advantage, then I am all ears."

"You'll see," Kiro said, returning to his work, "I will bring honor to the Tohsaka family. That is certain. Will you do a check of the area for me? And please, take care of those familiars while your at it."

"Certainly," she said, unstrapping the sniper rifle from her back and heading up to the roof of the mansion.

Finally, Kiro could work in peace.

Miles Haruke

Miles frowned, feeling the presence of another heroic spirit, other then the two he was already aware of. His own Saber, plus the Caster with Lily, but who was the other?

"Do you sense that master?" Saber asked him.

"Of course," he said, frowning, "but who else would attack Lily but us?"

"She isn't exactly the most intimidating," he responded.

"But it doesn't add up," Miles said, "they should have sensed our presence and decided it was too dangerous. Unless they are looking for a fight. In that case, prepare yourself Saber."

"My sword is always ready for you," Saber told Miles, noticing that his master was focusing mana in his hands.

"Steigen meine Adler!" Miles shouted, an eagle familiar appearing. "Be my eyes and ears," he muttered to the eagle as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell into a trance.

The eagle flew up in the sky, having full view of the surrounding area. The eagle flew close to two figures standing in the distance, watching the house. He noticed one with long white hair, while the other wore what looked like a turban and robes. The eagle got closer, within earshot of the two.

"I doubt she will be ready for our assault," the white haired girl said, turning to the man.

"Of course not," he responded, pulling out a large remote control from his cloak.

"Show me what your capable of," the girl told him.

"One thing in terrorism," he said while pressing buttons, "is that you have access to all of the latest technology."

"Take care of that bird while your at it," the girl told him, smiling. "Can't have people listening in."

"I was surprised you let him listen that long," the man said, pressing another button and a gunshot rang out, piercing the eagle's heart.

Suddenly, Miles came to and he looked to Saber.

"We are going in now," Miles said, "but we are going to focus on the other pair, we can deal with the old hag some other time."

"Your wish is my command," Saber said, pulling forth a long sword. He dashed off, while Miles started putting up a bounded field.

Lily Jenson

Lily put down her evening tea, getting up to let her cat out to use the bathroom. She smiled while she took in a breath of the late night air. Things seemed simple here in Japan, but it wasn't home. It wasn't Minnesota. No, she was far from her home. She was in a foreign land. Not only that, but she was in a war. To her, it wasn't a war of strength, or mana, or prowess, it was a war of wit and wisdom. And who would have more wisdom then the oldest master?

She knew very well that there was a battle ensuing outside of her house, but she couldn't give away her trump card.

"Should I make my move?" a woman in a long cloak asked, materializing behind Lily.

"No," Lily responded, "let me play with them first."

"But," the woman said, beginning to explain her reasoning.

"No buts," Lily said, cutting her off, "I am the master and you are the servant. It is best to act the role, wouldn't you agree?"

"Of course," she said, dematerializing.

"I will call if I need help Caster," Lily said, "but I think my magical abilities far outshine your own."

And Lily was right, she was known as one of the best magi in the world.

The first battle of the Sixth Holy Grail War was about to begin.


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