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It is a dream. An endless dream that long replaced reality. Life, death, time, space, these concepts mean nothing here, in this endless space, in this endless dream. I have walked for a thousand eons, waiting and walking and waiting and walking, forever in eternity in this infinite place. Nothing and everything, everything and nothing; dark and light, cursed and holy, void and existence. These concepts are foreign yet intimate in this strange place, this place beyond time and space, this dream.

And then…

The infinite nothingness receded in a ferocious growl, a noise so familiar yet so foreign, pulling my mind from that state of limbo, and into a more… Solid existence.

The nothing became something in an instant, a single, incredible flash of light bringing the world into view. My lungs filled with what I could only assume was air, granting me the pleasure of clean and fulfilling breath, and allowing me to experience something , anything, for the first time in… Oh , how long has it been? I… I don't know, and I don't care.

The world that was fleshed out around me was… What is it… I know the name… A… A field, a massive field of rolling hills and cool green grass, soft to the touch as my toes clawed and dug into it, a pleasant wetness that could only be water, and wasn't that amazing in its own right, cooled my feet. The sun was a brilliant gold as it rose on the horizon, and as I turned I could see a distant mountain range that held a fading moon behind it. Towards the mountains that held the moon I could see the outline of a forest, tall and beautiful, and towards the sun I saw the outline of a massive, beautiful city.

Magnificent. It is the only word for it. It… It reminded me… Of… Of something I had forgotten, so, so long ago… What… What was it? What did I need to…

"The wolves eye has opened. Awaken…"

What… What was that! I spun around, my unsolid body of golden light pulsating and flickering as I looked for the owner of the voice, before coming to a stop. I saw nothing. I knew, somewhere deep inside the recesses of my empty mind, that I was the only one in this world… The only one in this reality, this dimensional plane. There were no others here, and there never was.

"Fate has been woven, it is time. You are needed, Alpha."

I tried to speak, to say anything as the light of the golden sun and silver moon collected, fusing together with a thousand stars. A thousand unspoken divine words and energies flowed around me, through me, as the world, my world, bled holy light.

"Go now…"

I didn't want to go, I was happy here!

"No, you are needed… Quinn"

Memories came with that name, and the nothingness I was before was replaced by a being. I spoke.

"Ahhh… It is time then…"

I vanished into the light.

My eyes shot open, the sound of the rumbling plane and swirling of my motion sickness anchoring me to the physical world. Yet, even with those anchors, as I opened my eyes to the light that gleamed through window and golden lit sky, all of that faded away. The dream that came before was still fresh in my mind, as the memories of that place had long since been engraved in my soul. That dream was something that occurred long ago, almost 17 years at this point, and yet it was still there, ever present at the forefront of my mind.

Reincarnation was a troubling thing, especially when you spend almost an eternity between life, death, and a never ending dream. My memories of my past life are still jumbled, even after all this time, I can only pick out the important parts. It was as if I was trying to remember the events of a dream after I had woken up, difficult and frustrating; even more so when the list of things I remembered was so incredibly small.

I know for one, I was a demigod, a son of Hecate to be exact. I also knew many basic facts about myself, particularly, my skill set. Beyond that, my memories are hazy at best, nonexistent at worst.

I sighed. None of this mattered right now, my past life wasn't important, only my current one. The small , incredibly packed passenger plane would be landing in London soon, where I was due to meet with a mage named Rocco Belfaban, a clocktower magus, about a job he was interested in hiring me to fact that the clock tower was coming to me of all people was incredibly surprising, due to our interesting… History. The human organization was also well known for their love of secrecy, so bringing in someone who has a rebellious streak is… Well, risky. They usually despise things they can't control so…

I rolled my eyes, stretching my arms into the air as the plane shook and the pilot came over the old intercom in a static cough, telling us how close we were to London and that the flight attendants would be coming around for trash. As I dropped my arms, the face of the drooling man net to me fell onto my shoulder, making my eye twitch in disgust.

I wonder if those attendants would deal with this trash.

I sighed, probably not… Even so…

The mans drool spilled out and onto my shoulder, and I repressed a shudder as I wiped away the slobber with a used napkin.

This… Better be good, damnit.

The rest of the trip was rather normal, landing at the London City Airport and being picked up by one of the Clocktower's lackeys, before being driven to the famed institute that stood before me.

The amount of prana dancing in the atmosphere gave away the location, even in a city that was already flooded with such magic energies. The man who had driven me here, a fairly small and tubby guy who dressed in a trench coat, gave me directions to the office of the man I was supposed to be meeting before driving off; obviously thinking he had better thing to do than show me the way through the massive magical complex… Not that I'd need help or anything like that, I would be fine… Perfectly… Fine…

Damn it I was so fucked.

I gazed up at the famed clock tower of London, the faraway clouds making it so the heat of the sun beat down on my face, my hand moving to cover my face to get a better look at the building. The heat was a tolerable 70 something, but it was still decently hot, making me wonder how the hell that driver could be wearing a full coat.

Poor stupid man, stupid, stupid man…

I walked down the path, the shadows of the surrounding trees dancing in my vision as the clacking of my boots and the silver chain of my black pants made a wonderful symphony. I opened the door with a squeak and entered the building, making my way down the large hall in an attempt to find the office of one Rocco Belfaban.

I can do this, I can do this, I can do this!

It was only after an hour of search, and asking a few of the wandering students, that I came even close to finding the area of the mysterious man's office. In fact, as my frustration at my situation grew, I became distracted. So distracted in fact, I ran right into someone singing a cheery tune about the Big Ben.

The thump of the smaller boys frame against my own caused him to be thrown off balance, the massive amount of books he was carrying going flying all over the hall as he landed on his back with a thump.

"Ow ow ow owwww," he moaned, rubbing his sore backside as his light blue eyes looked up into my own, his entire body being buried in the large number of books he was carrying. "Eh, sorry about that mister, I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Neh? It's fine dude, don't worry about it." I told the blonde haired boy, reaching out and grabbing his hand as I pulled him to his feet. He was a few inches shorter than me, and he was probably only a few years younger as well, but I doubted I was older by much. " Here, I'll help you pick these up."

"Ahhh, thanks!" The blonde smiled as we gathered his fallen things, pilling them up again for him to carry, "Is there anything I can help you with? I don't wanna leave still in your debt, soooo…"

Yes! This was what I was waiting for! Thank God for at least one useful person in this mortal magic shithole!

"Ah… Yes, well I… Well, do you know where the office of Rocco Belfaban, the head of summoning is? I've seen to have gotten lost along the way." I told the boy, scratching at the back of my head in embarrassment, inspecting the brick walls instead of meeting his gaze.

"Ohhhh, you mean the Mr. Rocco? Oh ya, I can bring you to him!" Boy beamed, turning to pick up his books and give another sparkling grin, before marching away, "Right this way!"

We walked for a few minutes, making small talk as we went up a flight of stars and down another long hallway, the blonde humming happily the entire time we weren't talking until coming to an unassuming door in the middle of the hallway.

"Whelp, here it is! Mr. Rocco's room! Well, I have stuff to do, so I'll see you around white hair guy!" The boy smiled before wandering down the hall from where we came, wobbling with his stack of book as he hummed his happy tune. I smiled, it was good to see someone with such good cheer, even in an environment such as this one. The human 'Association' had a couple bad habits, making it a notoriously dark place, so it was good to know that the next generation could be so cheerful.

I sighed, might as well get this over with. I knocked on the door, only opening it when I heard a distinct 'come in', and entered the cramped old room.

The place was dusty, so much so that my nose was tickled and I struggled to hold in a sneeze. Upon one side of the musty room was row upon row of jarred creatures, as if the man was pickling them, and the other held a chalk board with… From the looks of it, a complex summoning circle, though I wouldn't know. Summoning wasn't my thing.

"Ahhhhh, the one and only Kazuto Kirigaya. The prodigious 'Sword Saint' of the Kirigaya family. It is good to see you my boy."

"Really? I wouldn't think, considering you Association magi have had a bad habit of attempting to kill me in the past. All things considered, shit must be pretty bad if you reached out to me of all people."

"Ah, well, water under a bridge as they say. And, well…"

"Things are pretty shit then, eh?"

"Yes, as you say, things are pretty shit." The old man grumbled, pulling out a few papers from with his desk and spreading them out for me to see and motioning me to a nearby chair. "Tell me young man, you know of the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki, right?"

I raised a brow, sitting down on one of the musty looking chairs by the desk, looking over the papers lightly and giving a nod of my head.

"Ya, of course, If I'm wrong on any point correct me but, well… That's the ritual where seven magus summon seven servants from beyond the grave, those servants being heroic spirits from the Throne of Heros, and then they duke it out til there is only one set left. A little game of murder, death, kill for an omnipotent wish granting device."

The man nodded, giving a small smile.

"Quite spot on, If I must say Mr. Kirigaya."

My eyes narrowed at his politeness, my muscles tensing at his strange grandfatherly smile. If I wasn't on edge before, I was now.

"What is it you want with me then, and what does it have to do with the grail? Everyone knows the Fuyuki system crumbled decades ago."

"Yes yes. During the third grail war. A master had the assistance of the German army and seized the Greater Grail at the core of the ritual towards end the war. The German army was obsessive back then, they planned to win the war using magecraft." The decrepit man looked fairly irritated by this fact, not that I blamed him; using magecraft in the public view was considered very taboo, and it was one rule these mortals had that I agreed with.

"How bold." I stated in a flat tone of voice, voice laced with a small amount of suprise and irritation.

"Yes, but the master deceived them, and the grail was stolen again during transit. After that, it's wearabouts became… Unknown." The man's eyes narrowed on the desk, an accusing glint behind his eyes that set me on guard.

"What? Do you think I know about its whereabouts?" I asked, voice sharp as I continued cautiously observing the man.

"Hardly."

That was good. It wouldn't make sense to bring me here on account of that anyway, do to the holy grail system being proliferated and universal nowadays. There were smaller holy grail wars held all over the world, so why would we be talking about the Greater Grail suddenly? Why the sudden interest? Unless…

My eyes narrowed.

"The Greater Grail, It's been found, hasn't it?"

The old man nodded, his face set in a grim expression.

"Indeed."

My eyes drifted to the ground in thought. Was that why I was here, they wanted me to participate in a Greater Grail War? That… It just didn't make sense; I looked to Rocco to elaborate.

"I see you're curious." The man smiled slightly before continuing, unfolding his hands to take a sip of the steaming tea that sat on his desk before continuing. "I should probably retract my last statement. The grail has not been found, more so it has been declared. The Yggdmillennia family of mages, the ones in charge of Romania, have declared ownership of the Greater Grail."

My eyes widened at that statement. If this family, the Yggdmillennia, declared the Greater Grail as theirs… Well, that was pretty much a big middle finger to the Association in general.

"Hmmm, wasn't the master who stole the Greater Grail in the first place a Yggdmillennia? What was his name… Something with a D, Dennis?" I muttered in a low tone, my eyes being drawn to a small picture on the desk before narrowing. Rocco must have noticed my interest, because he picked up the picture, looking at it for a second, and handing it to me.

"Darnic. Darnic Yggdmillennia." The man rotated in his chair, turning to the side as his head fell into his left hand, "That bastard, not only has he been hiding the grail, but he has also declared secession from the Clock Tower."

"Hmm, so it's outright rebellion? Why not just send some of your agents, I know you Association Lords love a little genocide every once in a while, so why not now?" I asked sarcastically, continuing to look at the picture. It was colorized, meaning it was taken recently… Hmmm, a wannabe immortal then?

"Heh, boy, you think we didn't think of that?" the old man bit out, his eyes coming to meet mine in a sharp glare. "After they declared position of the Greater Grail, we sent a disciplinary squad their way… Out of the 50 elites, only one survived."

My eyes widened again before narrowing on grim faced man, looking for any sign of lies or manipulations. An entire elite disciplinary squad… Those guys weren't any joke, even for someone such as myself, they were true mortal elites. They couldn't likely stand up to me for obvious reasons, but to their fellow mortals…

A servant was already summoned, that was the only answer to the destruction of an entire squad.

"Hmmm, so the Greater Holy Grail War has already begun." I muttered, taking my chin in my right hand as my mouth thinned to a line, just as grim as the man across from me.

"Hmm" The old man hummed in agreement.

"So what? You want me to be one of the seven masters?" I asked, looking back up to the summoning professor in front of me.

"No, not at all young man." The old man smiled in a way that brought back the cautiousness of before, making me track his hands and body movements out of habit. "I want you to become a master of the Red faction and fight the Masters of Yggdmillennia, the Black faction."

I raised an eyebrow to prompt my question.

"This Holy Grail War isn't an ordinary one. Seven allies and seven foes; we shall be the masters of Red, and they of Black. This war shall be fought between two teams of seven." The man proclaimed, his hands falling back down to his tea cup as he took another sip.

"But… What? How is such a thing possible?" I asked, shock spreading all over my tan face.

"It is an emergency system, one built into the Greater Grail. If seven servants ally under one power, then seven more will be summoned to balance the scales." The man finished his tea, setting it down and lacing his fingers in front of his wrinkled face. His eyes faded to a dark look before continuing, "This shall be what the Yggdmillennia are calling, the 'Great Holy Grail War'."

I sat back, taking all of that in and furrowing my brows. This…

"This… will be an all out war, a true war, not just some murder-death-kill game."

"Indeed."

I sighed. "So, you want me to become a master for your faction? I am getting that part right, right?"

"Indeed. Your family is hailed as one of the most, if not the most, prestigious and powerful battle orientated family of magi the world has ever seen, and this isn't bringing you into the picture young man." the man grinned, lifting his hands palm up to gesture at me and squinting one eye, "You my boy are a different matter entirely. The Kirigaya family hadn't produced a high class magus for generations, then suddenly you come along… Someone with your level of magic power, someone heralded as a Sword Saint, the 'Mortal Servant'. You are the best choice my boy."

I looked away from the man, eyes to the ground as I thought. This was an amazing opportunity, all things considered. The Greater Grail was a true omnipotent wish granter, so I could ask for anything, and it would give it to me. Anything at all, even…

Quinn

The echoing voice of a thousand suffering souls brought me out of my distraught mind, and I faced the man behind the desk.

"I'm guessing you have a catalyst then?"

The flight to Romania was absolutely terrible. Honestly, I don't know how business men stay sane; the sheer amount of security had me feeling as though I was guilty without even doing anything. That doesn't even account for the plane ride, which was a multi-flight trip with layovers in Rome and Athens, which while making me slightly nostalgic, was terrible nonetheless.

I sighed. It was all worth it, all of this, it will all be worth it. I can reach out and grasp my wish, soon, I will be able to…

Quinn

My mental rant shattered like glass, grounding me to the physical plane and allowing me to further focus on my surroundings. I stretched my senses, feeling prana flow through my body and pulse from my core, before looking up at the gleaming moon.

I had chosen a fairly secluded place in the small town of Sighisoara, a town designated to me by the Association as Red faction territory, meaning it was safe to summon there. The small graveyard was isolated, and no one would be walking around it at this time in the night. It also provided me with a great location, one open to the light of the moon and stars, while also bringing a dark energy with wisps of the underworld.

In other words, it's the perfect location for me to summon my servant.

The darkened woods around the site howled with a breeze, and the light of the moon made the shadows twist ever so slightly. I heard a whisper of the infinite, singing in harmony, and suddenly I knew…

It was time.

I got up from where I was sitting on the dark, crumbling stone tomb, and walked towards the prepared summoning circle. There upon the circle rested the catalyst, given to me by the Association to guarantee the summoning of a legendary hero, was a piece of King Arthur's round table. I approached the circle, taking a deep breath as I steadied my energy, before lifting my red sealed hand. The intricate lines of red were deep crimson red, reminiscent of blood, that carved a detailed three part design; it was blocky and rough, seemingly broken in a couple places, but it was beautiful nonetheless. It was my seal, afterall.

"For the elements, silver and Iron. For the foundation, stone and the Archduke of Pacts." Nothing happened, and for a moment the world around me held its breath. "The color I bestow is red."

The circle glowed a deep, light red, like the sun rising during a smoky day; a kind of red that shines off of strangely crimson white. Starting from the outermost line and creeping inward, the light continued to grow.

"Raise a wall for the wind that shall fall. Close the gates of the four directions. Come forth from the Crown, and follow the forked road leading to the kingdom."

The red light continued to glow, brighter and brighter as the crimson white light lit up the night, crying out for me to finish the words and create the miracle.

"Heed my words. My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny!"

The crimson white light pulsated and flourished, getting brighter and brighter as it seemed to scream out with power.

"If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason… Then answer me!

I hereby swear: I shall be all the good in the world, I shall defeat all evil in the world.

Thou Seventh Heaven, clad in the three great words of power, come forth from the circle of binding, Guardian of the Scales!"

The crimson light flourished and exploded, twisting into a swirling wind of power that concentrated itself in an instant, before exploding outward in a violent and beautiful explosion of power.

The dust settled slowly, but I knew far before that that another being had appeared, one that had a bond strung between us; my power flowed towards the being, and thus the being existed in this plane, pulled from the depths of the dimensional sea to become physical.

The dust cleared, and I was granted the sight of my new partner, clad in a silver armor, and standing around 5ft, minus the horns that topped their helmet. They nealt in the dirt, and for a moment nothing was said, until they began to stand. The clanging of their armor, which shined in the moonlight, was almost musical as the servant rose from the ground.

"Hel-" My greeting was cut off by the pulsing of cracks on the helmet they wore, before it began to slide of their-her- face, and it was a her; her face was cut and her green eyes glinted in a way that reminded me of something from my past, a long forgotten memory of two trouble making brothers.

"My name is Mordred! The one and only legitimate successor to Arthur Pendragon, the King of Knights!" She exclaimed, shoving her large sword into the earth in front of her, standing straight and giving the formal introduction with a focused face.

Well maybe she isn't a trouble maker after al…

She smiled, and I knew that train of thought was false in an instant. She was baaaad news, and I couldn't help but grin at that knowledge, because damn, I knew she was going to be way more fun to work with than some stuck up knight.

"Now, I ask you! Are you my master!"

"Well… Yes, I mean…" I looked around for a sec, pretending to check behind a tombstone just for fun, before looking back up to the rebel knight, "I thiiink, but you miiight want to check with that owl over there. You never know" I shrugged, feeling a grin creep it's way up onto my face as she narrowed her eyes at me, grin sliding in surprise at the sarcasm, before it lit back up again.

"I'll take that as a yes then, master."