Alright I've been trying to get this story off the ground of the last little while as I just couldn't find the proper way to write it down.

Now I'm at the point where I'm just going to write it and see where this first chapter goes. As well thanks for taking a look at this story as I really appreciate it.

Also I must apologize in advance as in most of my stories I've done it's been pointed out that grammar, spelling and other things are not very good.

Such is the curse of too many ideas and poor skills in writing. Also M because I'm paranoid and that I might fully but touch on those subjects later on.

Anyway enough of my rambling lets get on with it as all rights go to their owners as I own nothing.


Currently sit in his home in Seattle, Washington a man in his mid to life twenties whose name was Edward Blackwood, was currently at his dining room table with his sister and his unexpected house guest.

She was sitting to his left and was currently wearing his sisters clothes, as the ones that she had currently had weren't really appropriate for, well anything in public at any rate. As it exposed a little too much skin for both their liking.

So the first thing that was happening today was that they were going out and get this strange red head some decent clothes. But for the most part she had to endure the tightfitting clothing until then.

Still that wasn't the thing that was giving him a headache. What was however was the fact that she was his, 'Servant' which didn't sit well with him, especially when he had been trying to avoid this kinda thing for... personal reasons.

But that still didn't change the fact that he was most likely stuck with her for the foreseeable future. Much to his dismay.

Still this left him with a rather obvious question.

How did this happen? Well to explain this we have to go back at least a day and across the pond to the very capital of the U.K.


London England.

Former capital of the British empire and the current one of it successor state: The United Kingdom. But in the back ground of this modern-day capital, lurking in the background was a ancient organization that spend back centuries. This secretive organization steadied and dealt with what many in the world at large considered fantasy at best.

It was called: The Mages Association. An organizations whose goal was to preserve and advance the field of magic known as Magecraft. This was in part because in around the five hundred years before the 5th Century began the levels of magic energy around the world had dropped dramatically do to the ending of the Age of the Gods.

A group of Magi recognizing the decline that had been going on for centuries had decided that it was best for them and the world of magic as a whole to simply disappear for the public eye and fade into legend. One of the reasons was to limit the losses to that of technology as it became more advanced and the second was simply their wasn't that much Mana to go around. Still this were only a sample of the reasons as to why the Mages had off from the world and most of society.

Still in their isolation the Magi had developed their own culture, lifestyle and laws.

A culture that emphasize ones bloodline, achievements and knowledge above all else. Still this was a but a few as with everything in the world they had a darker side, in their own personal pursuit of knowledge knew no bounds and oftentimes they would end up experimenting on living people and doing things that were comparable to the Final Solution employed by the Nazis in World War II.

It was permitted as long as the experiment didn't expose Magecraft to the world.

There was an especially good reason for this as if anyone come across this and word got out about this inhumane experiments. Magi all across the world would be seen as monsters and would be hunted down by governments and the masses out of fear that this might happen to them.

But fortunately everyone most Mages were usually caught up in petty power struggles, as their pride demanded it. As there was always one Magi attempting to one up another either in the Association political arena or in the area of Magecraft. Still all this was to serve a purpose, as it was meant to ultimately aid them in reach their ultimate goal.

Akashic Records or more commonly referred to as the Root by those within the Association. The reason as to why the records were so important to them because of what was contained within them.

The records located within of Akashic held all knowledge. Past, present and future making it the ultimate library of knowledge for anyone who could get access it.

For over hundreds of years, many Magi had tried and failed multiple time to get to the Root. It was somewhat around 7,329 when they had lost count of how many plans they had executed in the vain attempt of reaching the Akashic Records. Still it was a testament to their unwavering determined to continue chasing after that goal dispite the numerous failure.

Such is the lure of such knowledge that was so tantalizing close for any self respecting Magi to ignored, thus they continued in their quest to getting access to the archives.

Still we'll dive deeper into their history later on as we now find the man who's responsible for Edward currently predicament. As he was currently walking the hallways of the Clock Tower headquarters of the Mages Association.

That mans name was Waver Velvet or as he was more commonly known within the Clock Tower; Lord El-Melloi II.

In regards to how Waver had gained the title of El-Melloi it was rather simple. After the fourth Heavens ritual in which he had also participated in. The original holder of the title: Lord Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald. Who in fact was his former teacher, he had met his end in the Grail war at the hands of a mercenary hired by Einzberns family.

Following his death the house of El-Melloi was on the brink of ruin. But Waver had stepped in and save the house from ruin and as a token of their thank they had given him the honorary title of El-Melloi.

Still the ritual they had both participated in years was known as Heavens Feel or the Holy Grail Wars, it mostly depending on who you ask.

The Heavens Feel was founded in the 1790 in Fuyuki Japan by the Einzberns, Matous, and the Tohsakas families. It purpose main was to recover the third magic and also served as a doorway that lead directly to Akashic Records.

It was done while both the Association and Church were locked in a life and death struggle with one another as to not draw attention to what they were doing. This also influenced where they put it, as Japan at this time was considered a simple backwater at this time.

This was done out of desperation on the Einzberns part as they had just lost The Third Magic and as a Magi family they desperate to regain that lost knowledge. But to regain it you had to travel to the Root to regain that knowledge. As such the method need for this was extremely appealing to everyone involved as it killed two birds with one stone. As they could travel to the Root and gain the knowledge they need or if they were more greedy they could use the ritual to make a literal wish within this world.

Still as to how this all when down, that's something for another time as we now join Lord El-Mollei II as he was drunkenly making his way down the halls of Clock Tower.

It had been a particularly bad day for the teacher, as it had started innocently enough with his students being in their familiars. A familiar was a simple tool of a Magi having them do what they would see as beneath them.

Still they came in many sizing forms, like one that had been brought in his class room. He wasn't entirely sure how he done it but one of his students had brought in a couple of dozen flying scorpions.

Still El-Melloi wasn't sure how it had happened but somehow those abominations had managed to gotten loose during class.

And that's where the real fun started as those freaks of nature had begun to attack everything in sight and quickly escape the confines of his classroom to infest the entire academy.

As you can imagine this didn't end very well as the scorpions as they rampaged across the academy making everyone who encountered these creatures miserable. But to one old troll he found this absolutely amazing to watch, from his hastily reinforced and secured room may I add. As he had see what those bastards had done to the students and he wasn't keen on experiencing these things firsthand.

Add to this absolutely disaster day for El-Melloi was the fact that somehow Queen of the Clock Tower: Ms. Barthomeloi Lorelei herself had figured out that he was responsible for this mess. So he was pretty much forced to face her wrath alone.

And as if to add insult to injury while he had been locked in a room with her. The two of them had themselves cornered by both her and one of those blasted scorpions. He wasn't sure what was scarier, the fact that he was cornered by a acid spitting scorpion or the fact that an angry Bathomeloi using him as a human club to kill said scorpion.

It was probably the human club as it had become painful clear that this familiars were immune to Magecraft of any kind, and despite how she looked Barthomeloi had a real mean swing on her. It was only through his reinforcement magic that El-Melloi didn't suffer a concussion. Still he did have one hell of a headache afterwards.

Afterward the Queen had decided that he been humiliated enough for one day and let him leave. To which he graciously excepted and quickly made his exit before the Queen changed her mind. But not before he managed to grab something that wasn't supposed to be there.

A something he was currently drinking as he was walking down the hallway. But little did he knew that beverage alcohol that he had taken was in fact a rare verity from one of the Association more infamous members: Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg but most people called him Zelretch, The wizard of Marshall, That blood Magician or that old troll among others.

He was probably one of the Association oldest members and not for the best of reasons, as he had obtained that that privilege from a vampire that is fought centuries ago.

But fortunately unlike many other he had stayed humanity side. Unlike most other who suffered this fated as ended up going a little mad do to boredom that came with new found immortality.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depends how you look at it the old geezer had managed to find a way around this by pulling pranks and pretty much fucking around with everyone and anyone in the Multiverse.

Well you see Zelretch wasn't your average magical vampire. He was in fact Multiverse jumping wizard with access to the Second Magic also known as the Kaleidoscope.

As you could imagine he used this to his advantage in furthering his own schemes. Most of them were meant to both be useful and provide him with some quality entertainment for him, but more often then not the person who was caught up in his hair brain scheme was often in moral danger or ended up dead.

As such was the reason why he coveted the title as, 'The progeny ruinner.'

This was do to the fact the he had a very nasty habit of ruining top class Mage students by simply trying to teach them. You could easily imagine how this played out within the Association political system, as any over ambitious young Magi could find themselves a unwilling student of the vampire thanks to their political opponents.

But unfortunately for, well everyone. Zelretch was more then aware of this and as such it had become harder to employ this this particular tactic against their political rivals.

While Zelretch couldn't care less about this except for one fact. The fact that he was being used. Him! Him of all people!

No one used the him without consequences of any kind. Especially if you stole from him. You were just asking for it as he always seemed to find out. All ways.

As such there was an old say in the Clock Tower. Whenever Zelretch smiled in your general direction run! Run fast, run far and hope you weren't his target and if he some much as frowned in you generally direction well... there weren't that many if not any at all who could tell you what happened afterwards.

So it was definitely not a good idea to get on his shut list or Barthomeloi Lorelei for that matter. Still she was probably the more merciful one out of the two of them. As who knew what Zelretch was going to do to them when he caught them.

And rather unfortunately for El-Mollei he wasn't aware of the fact that he now possessed a stolen that bottle of premier alcohol from him. Well he wasn't exactly original person who had stolen it, still Zelretch wasn't really going to care who stole just the fact that it had been stolen in the first place.

As to the reason as to why he care so much what the fact that this particular bottle of alcohol was a one of a kind coming from a very unlikely source.

It could be traced to The Gates of Babylon and the person storage house of Heroic Spirit of ancient Babylon: Gilgamesh King of Heroes.

Still you would think that the story around this would be crazy as to how Zelretch had gotten this bottle from Gilgamesh. But surprisingly it wasn't, as the the old coot had managed to bargain with the ego testicle king of Babylon. It had taken over three months of barter between the two before Zelretch had gotten his prize.

A one of a kind extinct variant of alcohol brewed in the ancient wineries Babylon and age for, well who knows how long ago.

So as you could imagine with all the effects made into acquisition and then grounding it within this realm of existence to make sure that it didn't fade away if it owner was was defeated and sent back for which they came.

So as you could imagine if Zelretch caught El-Melloi with that bottle and opened. It was rather safe to say that El-Melloi would be lucky if he survive the old trolls wrath long enough to regret it.

But fortunately for El-Melloi he was an ignorant bliss of the mortal peril that he was currently in as he approached his personal study. As he passed by a mirror he became aware of his own unkept appearance, with his long black hair in absolute disarray with his red coat with golden ornamentations in a similar state.

But he was too drunk to give a damn still if any part sober of him was grateful. It was for the fact that at this time of the hour that no one was roaming the halls to see him in this state as he then continued down the hallway until he can to the door of his study.

It was quite the struggle for him to get the keys from his pocket as he was trying to multitask while doing this. As he was trying to keep his balance, hold on to the bottle to prevent it from fall and finally lighting himself up a cigarette.

It was a rather amazing thing to watch as he used his Magecraft to lift one of those small tubes out of his pocket and into his lips and then light it without a match. Any Mage who saw this would've been offered by this seemly disrespect towards their craft. But then again he didn't particularly give a damn about what others thought of him at the moment as he continued looking for his keys.

After around two minutes of looking through his two pocket El-Melloi finally found the item which sought. With it now with it firmly in his hand he quickly enter the key into the lock and opened his personal study and almost fell face first into the room as the door simply gave way in front of him.

He cursed slightly as he regained his balance came to remember that he hadn't gotten around to cleaning up his personal study. With books and papers scattered across the floor in front of him. Still that wasn't the problem, the problem was the fact that underneath those papers were magical artifacts that if stepped on could easily blow him to kingdom come.

But somehow despite stepped on everything imaginable in his study he surprisingly didn't blow himself up. But considering what was now coming for him being blown to bit would've been too merciful for the universe taste.

As fate could be an exceptionally cruel bitch, as many had unfortunately found out the hard way.

But doom and gloom could wait as El-Melloi had finally made it to his chair dispite the fact there was this extremely annoying thing called a desk on his way.

"Finally." The word was barely recognizable do to the slurring of the word do to his drunkenness.

As he put the bottle down on his desk that he had moved back into place with the aid of his Magecraft and simply leaned back in his chair without any care in the world. This was truly the first time all day that he had to relaxed, and he didn't have any sort of care in the world as he took another sip of his stolen beverage.

"If, *HICK* If onnly, was here." El-Melloi mused to him.

He was of course referring to his Servant from the fourth Holy Grail War: Rider.

Rider was in fact spirit of the long deceased: Alexander the Great and also he one true friend and lord.

Through it didn't start that way as at the very beginning of the war they had a rocky relationship, do to the fact he still believing himself to be superior do to being his Master. But over time he came to know him a equal and eventually a friend.

He had been there at his final battle of the war when he was given his greatest honor by his friend. He had asked him to act as his retainer until his return to this world.

A duty he humbled accepted as he then watch him fall at the King of Babylons blade. He was only spared that day do to the King of Uruk being impressed by the loyalty that he had shown to his new lord and friend Iskander. It was the defining moment that set him down this path to where he was today.

Even if he suffered what could be considered a political setback. In truth he didn't really care about personal glory and prestige that came with climbing up the ranks. Unlike most of his other peers within the Association.

What he was focusing on however was something that most of those within the organization were oppose to. El-Melloi was stated simply trying to modernize the Association so that I could continue to function with this century and allow less privilege Magi a chance to prove their worth in a manner of speaking.

But unfortunately for him this was easier said then do, as his enemies and those who opposed any changes were more then aware of what he was trying to do and had done everything in their power to stop him.

But still he moved on not really given a damn to this Magi elitist though of him. As unlike them who had the privilege of being born into the right families, he believed greatly in his new ideas simply because he had once been that outsider looking in.

His journey to where he was now had started when his parents had died. Waver had decided that he would pursue a life of Mage, so he sold off all his parents belongings leaving him only enough money to get himself into the Association.

But once he was inside he quickly ran into headlong into a glaring problem. He wasn't from a well known family and add to that was the fact that he didn't have a very high amount of magical circuits to draw from quickly made it the perfect storm of events.

As an outsider he wasn't well respected by his peers which only server to isolate him from the main stream way of thing. As in that isolation he came up with his idea, the idea of that you put in the time, effort and energy you can match and even surpassed any seasoned Mage no matter you background.

But unsurprisingly this idea was quickly dismissed by his current teacher at the time, Kayneth Archibald who he would knowingly fight against in the upcoming Grail War. But he was now grateful to him in a way as his rejection it had become catalyst that had propel him forward and making the man that it was today.

Still you would've been hard pressed to believe it if you currently saw him in this state and with without any pants. But despite this his mind though muddled was still turning and it had gotten a very bad idea. An idea dispite being bad could see him see him reunited with his Iskander.

Under normal circumstances he wouldn't of dare attempted this, not only because that it was in fact a very bad idea but the fact this it could bring down the wrath of the Gods upon him and by association the Clock Tower. But under the influence he wasn't thinking logically and as such would do things the he probably wouldn't have like taking off his pants in his study.

As he then stood up and walked over to the box which contained the items necessary for his plan to work. He then quickly opened it to find what he was hoping to be there. The physical framework of the old Fuyuki Grail system. Or more specifically the parts that dealt with summoning in maintaining Servants within the material world.

This was because a Servant required more energy the their Master could provide for them. Even those with a large amount of magical circuits and Mana and Od stores, they would last only a couple of seconds before they were drained completely. It was do to many reasons but the main to were the fact they were summoned from a different plane of existence and that fact that you had to creating and maintaining a body for them to inhabit within this world.

But as the Grail Wars had proven it wasn't impossible for someone to maintain one. It was just the fact you needed a extremely good support system to help you maintain them. Still it was rather unfortunate that El-Melloi was thinking about using one system in particular that was almost guaranteed to horribly backfire and bring the wrath of the Gods down on their heads.

Unfortunately for everyone in the Clock Tower they weren't aware of his ludicrous scheme as he then began to set up his personal summoning system. Unaware that with this everything was about to change.


Unaware of what was about to happen: Alaya the manifestation of mankind will to avoid extinction, was going about her usual business of ensuring that humanity was taken care of and that nothing could threaten them in the near future.

Alaya even with all her power wasn't immune from being blindsided by something totally unexpected. As she wasn't able to watch everything at once do to the fact that it was simply impossible considering her work load on any given day let alone any given hour. Still Alaya was equipped to deal with matters that required her immediate intervention through one of her most potent weapons in her arsenal.

Counter Guardians.

Instruments of the Counterforce that had existed since the Age of Gods. Counter Guardian were employed by Gaia as a means of protecting the natural world from threats most notably from man himself. But now in her weakened state Alaya was also able to muster her own Counter Guardians and in times they would come into conflict with one another.

As such when either one deployed a Guardian collateral damage always expected.

As Guardians deployment usually meant all other options had been exhausted and they had to intervene directly and that usually meant that no quarter was given all exit sealed to ensure an absolute end to the threat.

There were those who became a instant priority target most notably those who attempted to gain access to the Akashic Records.

This was because before even the world and Alaya and Gaia had been even a thought the world had decided that no one no matter their intention could be allowed to come into contact with it as they transcend the mortal plane to become a God.

As the threat of this was to great it was oftentimes the only thing that would bring Alaya and Gaia together.

Still being on the lookout for those attempting to reach the Root was going to be the least of Alayas problems in the coming months. As her system simply just crashed and died without any warning whatsoever.

At first Alaya was puzzled as to what had just happened. Then it turned to anger upon realizing what had happened.

Someone had just fucking hacked her! Her of all people!

Still one to remain calm Alaya and immediately took stock of the situation, and put simply it was bad.

And put it simply, she was completely and utterly fucked. As she had lost any ability to influence or send Counter Guardians to the physical world. What was worse was the fact that she had a Counter Guardian deployed with no way of communicating with him.

Manipulation was Alayas main weapon when it came to dealing with a potential threat. As it was a lot cleaner then simply sending in a Counter Guardian that could level the place. But it was more important in controlling them as if they misinterpreted a command they could easily send any area or even county back to the Stone Age.

As such she kept all of her Guardians on a extremely shot leash when she let them out as to avoid this out come.

But now... now it was a problem as she had lost her biggest tool in ensuring that humanity was protected and that her Counter Guardians were kept in line.

Still Alaya hoped that certain Counter Guardian wouldn't do anything too crazy till she figured this out...


Somewhere in the Middle East a man fired off his arrow and then took a step back to watch as it impacted and the magical energy inside of it was released. The man who had fired it off was a Counter Guardian simply called Archer.

He sighed to him knowing the job was do and waited for that tug of Alaya that would signal that she was put him back in his cage.

Still he was once agian he was victorious, and yet again he was left with nothing to show for it as it was all burning behind him. As the screams of the innocent bystanders could be heard behind him as they burned.

It was a rather unfortunate consequence of his work as you can never be too careful when dealing with Dead Apostles.

Dead Apostles or more commonly called vampires by those outside of the magical community. Were extremely dangerous enemies to deal with do to their absolute insane durability along with the fact that a single bite from them would change you into one or if you were unfortunat enough, one of their familiars.

A Dead Apostles familiars was essentially a zombie, with the same abilities as their Masters but lacked their self-restraint. As such it wasn't far-fetched to compare to their zombie counterparts depicted in Hollywood movies but with one fatal difference.

Because unlike their Hollywood counterparts a zombie familiar couldn't be put down with a simple headshot in the movies. Instead you need to destroy their bodies, leaving nothing not even the tiniest sliver of flesh or else they would simply regenerate and continue on their destructive path.

As such it made them an extremely dangerous in dealing with even if they were simply mindless monsters driven by instincts. And even those who were more than competent in hazardous missions oftentimes took heavy casualties and simply add to the horde.

It was definitely a dirty job but a necessary one. He didn't envy anyone else who did this for a living in fact he had a heathy respect for them for even working up the nerve to do it as it required more then anyone realized.

Still he would've question anyone who took pleasure in doing this as it wasn't something for the faint of heart. Hell even he had trouble with dealing with his actions he had taken during such an event because they were so brutal. And that was saying something even for a Counter Guardian.

But his attention was quickly dragged away from his thoughts when he spotted one of those undead ghouls that he had been set to deal with, now fleeing from the burning town below.

"Damn." He muttered to himself.

He had thought that he had gotten all of them in one shot, using the unfortunate townspeople as bait. Still that didn't change the fact that one of them had apparently survive his attempts to exterminate them. He then briefly wondered as to how many more towns and villages would have to be sacrificed to end this.

"Trace. ON!" He called out refocusing his mind at the task at hand while being forth his favorite blades: Kanshou and Bakuya.

Two married blades forged in China by the blade smith: Gen Jiang under the order of king Wu of the Spring and Autumn period in China's history. Or roughly around the Eastern Zhou period in history if you wanted to be more accurate.

The two blades were forged more art of weapon crafting then another else. Still they had an interesting story behind them as Gen Jiang attempted many time to forge this blades to the quality that his Emperor specified.

But they were too much as every time he tried he was was met with failure. With each failure it made the task seem the a more unattainable. And do to this and the deadline fast approaching Gen fell into a deep depression due to his inability to create the blades the Emperor had demanded.

As the time that Gen wife Mò Yé had watch her husband fall into this state as he had slaved away at his forge only to meet failure every time. Knew that something had to be done as if he missed that deadline it would cost him more then his pride. It would most likely cost him his position is the Emperors personal weapons smith and if he was unlucky enough his life.

In a desperate bid to prevent that fate from befalling her beloved, she partake in something under normal circumstances she would never of done out of her own free will.

She had sacrificed allowed herself to be thrown into the forge. By doing so she was allowing this blade to be forge from more then simple metal, as they had become infused with a human spirit.

This was the breakthrough that Gen needed but not necessarily wanted. Still dispite his own grief, Gen with his wife's sacrifice was finally able to forge the blades that had defeated him for so many months now.

Out of this he created twin blade that were forever married to one another. The ivory blade of Kanshou and the blade blade of Bakuya that was styled with red hexagon patterns running throughout the blade.

Gen, still grieving over the loss of his wife. Did something that under normal circumstances he would've never thought of doing. He lied to his emperor in order to hold on to what remained of his wife, he only delivered only one and kept the other which he named Gān Jiàng.

For a time this worked and the Emperor remained unaware of what he had done, but eventually as all things did his subterfuge became known to his Emperor who had him swiftly put to death of this deception.

But for there the history of this particular blades became muddled as they weren't used and eventually became 'lost' in a sense.

Still this didn't prevent Archer from calling upon them through his Magecraft. As they were simply copy and stored within his ultimate weapon: The Unlimited Blade Works, allowing him unlimited number of copy's to call upon.

As he then sighed to himself and threw Bakuya at the ghoul cutting its feet out from under it. Then he proceeded to throw Kanshou as he said a incantation under his breath which immediately saw the white colour blade light ablaze with blue fire.

It was over in five seconds, as the ghoul let out a death rattle and was burned into nothingness. Still not one to leave things to chance, Archer did a full round looking for any sign of stragglers and if so to figure out what direction they may be heading.

As he did this he could still hear the pleads for help from those still alive within the town still he couldn't help them.

As he was once again he was forced to turn his back to his ideals in order to complete his mission. A mission that was meant to save live, once again ended with him killing hundreds from the sake thousands. A rather pathetic way to live one's life who had dedicate themselves to preserving it.

But this was the burden of the man once called Shirou Emiya. A man who in pursuit of his dream had sealed his own fate a eternity ago. Making a pack with the world itself to act as a Counter Guardian upon his natural death, in exchange for the powers to deal with a crisis within his life time.

Did he come to regret this? Yes he did, still it was his old self that had remained him of that beautiful dream that had lead him down this path. He would always regret what he had done and what he had to do but wouldn't have had it any other way.

Call him a hopeless even a hypocrite as he knew this to be true about himself.

Still he moved forward still trying to obtain the hopeless dream that could never came to exist within the world.

He wasn't blind to this hopeless dream, in fact he had watch his young self from walking down this path. it it wasn't always like that.

As a fix point in his life was in fact the fifth Heavens Feel and was able to interact with his younger self. Most times he wasn't able to effect much change but just enough to change his fate.

It was also through this interactions that he was able to brake off his pat with the world for a time.

Still he should've known better as he was too useful a tool for the world to let go off so easily. As he was once again tricked into his old role as Guardian. But he had managed to find a way to deal with it, still he knew it was only a matter of time till he reverted back to the man he was before he had fought in the fifth Holy Grail War.

As he had once again fallen into that same routine as before, but as he was thinking about this it started to dawn on him that Alaya hadn't pulled him back yet.

"So, what is it this time?" Archer asked himself, wondering as to what it was that he had missed.

As he didn't waste any time simply wait and started to walking to figure it out before anything else bad happened. But somewhere in the back of his mine he had this funny feeling that he was going to be here for a while.


Alaya at least had faith that he wouldn't cause any trouble... at least for the next little while. He had been deployed in Middle East, a region of the world plagued by political instability so it was likely that he would probably find other problems that she had been putting off and take care of them for her.

Alaya at least at that going for her. Still she definitely had her work cut out for her, because when the world and more importantly Gaia finally caught wind of this.

She dared not thinking of the consequences that would befall humanity once they found out. Still she had sometime before they noticed and Alaya was going to make the most of it.

She then quickly checked on the Counter Guardian system to see how bad it was and found that it was currently in the middle of a charging sequence.

It was at this point that Alaya finally figured what the hacker wanted from all of this. A Servant: Servants were at one point living breathing people until they ascended to the Throne of Heroes for performing feats beyond those regular men.

It mattered not what deeds they did in life because the Throne accepted all comers. To which you can imagine lead to it having probably one of the worlds largest collection of the most despicable figures of scum in villainy in known history and if they were ever got loose. It wouldn't be a understatement to say that literally all hell will break loose.

Also as Heroic Spirits they were granted immense strength, speed, stamina and durability greater than that any man or in some cases rivaling that of Phantsamal Species. The name of most if not all non-human mythology creatures that now lived on the Reverse Side of the World.

This was because as the Age of Gods came to an end and the starting of the Age of Man many Phantsamal Species found themselves under threat by humans either labeling them as dangerous or the lost of their own territory to them. Which left them with two options: Either stay and face both the humans and Alaya which was pretty much suicide at this point, or two migrant to the Reverse Side of the World a realm that had maintained its levels of magic and laws similar to that of when the Earth was still in the Age of the Gods.

Hence another reason as to why they had migrated there, as in the Age of Man levels of Mana were so low that some of this beast would simply starve to death from the very lack of energy unable to sustain themselves. Even if they were able to sustain them there was the obvious glaring problem of humanity and Alaya hanging over them if they choose to stay.

Also despite what many might think Phantsamal Species gained their power from simply being alive for longer period of time. Put simply the older the beast the stronger it was, but it did come with a crippling weakness. Their birthrate was abysmally low as to compensate for this, as it was extremely energy intensive to both conceive and rear a newborn to an age that would be able to safely leave its parents protection.

Still Alaya had little problems with any of the Phantsamal Species within her domain as long as they played by her rules and didn't make themselves a problem that she had to deal with. Unfortunately the same couldn't be said for man.

But this was way down on the list of priorities as the Mages Association was at least useful in that regard. As their almost dogmatic pursuit of keeping the world of magic out of the public eye was useful in deal with those problem as it usually end up with them doing her dirty work.

But it was always a double edged sword with them as they had this very nasty habit of trying to get to the Akashic Records.

And this proved problematic for both Alaya, Gaia and the world as a whole as it had been decided long ago that no mortal no matter what their intentions could come in contact with the Root.

But unfortunately the Association didn't really seem to get the memo as they kept trying to it and as time passed it was becoming more evident to Alaya that they either had to be changed or be destroyed. The first choice was obvious the favorite one as it was the less mess one out of the two. But if that failed there was always good old brute force and ignorance to get the job done.

If that were the case, if Alaya failed in reforming the Association from the inside she would have little choice but to simply wipe it out completely. The ensuing bloodbath would've probably see civilian casualties in the high millions and if she was unlucky maybe going over a billion or two.

This was of course that last option if everything fail or if they did something so bad that it left her with no choice in the matter. Still she didn't see the need to fully wipe out the Mages as a whole. As even that would've been a little excessive on her part. She would've simply left any ex-Magi alone as the Association downfall should've been warning enough to them

But that was completely off topic as Alaya then refocused on what was happening. As she quickly figured out what kinda Servant the hacker was trying to acquire.

It was currently lock into the Rider class of Servants. Alaya did a quick check to confirm that she was unable to change the class of Servant only the one involved. As such she quickly checked to see as to the identity of the Servant that was being summoned and she froze upon finding out.

It was Iskander the King of Conquerors.

No. No! She would never allow this!

Iskander was definitely someone who could easily set off another world war, thanks and part do to his undying wish of conquering the world. This definitely wasn't someone she wanted walking around especially with her in this state. So she had to change the Servant in question and fast! As to beat the charge up sequence.

But the question now was who? Who was best suited for this? Alaya had to think about this very carefully as she wasn't sure as to how long they were going to be down there for. It was obvious that she couldn't pick anyone who would start a war but it had to be someone who could learn to live with this world nor draw attention to themselves in that time.

Unfortunately for her time was quickly running out as Alaya only had seconds before she was locked out and she had to choose now.

Alaya quickly locked in her choice as she came wondered if she would come to regret this discussion.


And done! Anyway I hoped that you enjoyed it.

As for my idea for my story, I must thank Laurence Wu for inspiring this idea. As it got me thinking about the Nasuvers and how Alaya babies humanity as it's kinda her job to. Well, NOT THIS TIME!

Because like Laurence said it was only a matter of time till something gave out, and I'm planning for it to blow up in the most spectacular way I can think of. Also on using the least used Servants in Fate, so Boudica is the lucky winner in that regard.

Anyway as TYPE-MOON is known for beading historical facts, 'looks at gender bent Servants.' in their stories. Boudica will get the same treatment as I already had a couple of interesting things in mind for her. Still I'll try my best to tread the line between fact in fiction in my story as I really want to stay true to her character. Also the Celtic people weren't known for writing down their culture/history.

As most of what we have is from the Romans who usually twisted it for propaganda purposes. So yay you can expect some things being pulled out of my ass but mostly grounded in reality.

But over all I'm more then aware that some of you are going to tear me apart for not being 100% accurate on the Type Moon lore/real life and I have one thing to say to you.

It's a lot of work. Yay it is. Even with the wiki, book and etc. there's just so much information it's hard to keep track and remember it all. Also I'm trying to to simply cut and paste stuff directly from the wiki.

So if there's any inaccuracies lore wise this the main reason. Still I don't mind if you point it out. But put simply it can be a boring and a pain to explain everything in one go. Also if I didn't explain it in one go chances are that I'll probably go into greater detail about it later on.

Also for any of you wondering yes I knew Alaya a system I'm just referring to Alaya as a girl because it's easier and in the similar way that you would refer to a car.

Also I do apologize for the info dump and little rant. As I just wanted to get somethings out of the way.

Anyway thanks for injuring my little rant And hopefully you enjoyed it and till next time have a good one.