Hello all and good tidings, this is going to be a soul insert into Fate/Apocrypha, and while it is known to us of dear Zel and whatnot I am going to be taking certain liberties. As in, no Zel. Anyhow, cheers! Hope you love the little twists and turns. Also comments and suggestions are welcome!

Everything seemed to be a bit wonky. By that I mean literally everything around me was grey, and I did not even know how I was standing. I looked around and could find no end, it seemed to go on forever.

Fear not child, for you shall soon be where you were meant to go.

Blinking I looked around and for a second I was trying not to throw up out of pure anxiety and dizziness. A voice from nowhere, and something akin to oblivion all around me….

There will be trials and tribulations, but fear not. You are meant to take the place of a fool who should never have messed with souls in the first place.

"I don't like the sound of that, and for starters where the hell am I?" I demanded, and even though I tried my best not to have my voice crack there remained a silent audience for how long I could not say. Mere minutes? Hours? Hell even years? I had no idea due to the intoxicating ether that was wherever the hell I was.

As you pass in the in-between a reckless mage thought his actions safe enough, yet with each ritual he brought you closer and closer from the afterlife. Rejoice, for he unknowingly gave you a chance at life once more

Life? Another chance? "What does he me-" I stopped mid-sentence. I was in limbo, and the voice, it was something beyond my comprehension. I tried my hardest to remember, who I was, who I remain to be. The memories were hazed over at first, but with enough will power the veil lifted and I was rushed with the memories of a lifetime ago. Tears started to fall down my face, a face that I had forgotten. Yet as I remembered so too did my appearance. Long, dirty brown hair began to grow from my head. My complexion started to take a slight tan hue. A short beard wrapped around my face, and a scar over my left eye, stretching from the above the eyebrow to a little past my nose, appeared.

This man shall not prepare you properly. The ritual is almost complete. So with a new soul comes a new path, a new forge to build the future. You may choose, Daybreak, High noon, or dusk. These paths will lead you to different conclusions, different people, and ultimately different outcomes if you chose to follow. Make haste, for a new life is about to begin. You have till the snow melts across your soul.

I took a deep breath, no longer feeling the waves of numbness from limbo. As the reality started to shift I began to finally calm myself. Noticing that the area was slowly changing I was thankful that I now stood on solid ground. It was rather amazing however that as soon as I looked around I was confronted by a new scene. Three burning symbols, in plain sight in the distance, overlooking a beautiful snowy plain with a river moving between it was truly something to behold. Yet focusing more on the symbols I found that each one activated the same voice that talked earlier. As if to explain the paths that I could choose I focused on the symbol for Daybreak. Said symbol was only slightly visible at first. Managing to slowly move up as I focused on it, stopping only when the bottom of the sun was still hidden and the voice boomed again.

At daybreak is when one awakens to potential, where one is rested and composed to face the many tasks and challenges. It is for those that seek to be well prepared to pursue their path and represents courage and wisdom. For this path you may enter the Fate verse with the following…

Steel Composition-remain calm and collected no matter what. Emotions are not restrained but no matter the circumstance the ability to remain calm and collected remains. Includes eidetic memory and suave social skills to add to the package.

Mystic Eyes- Rainbow class chosen at random that are given upon entry to the new life.

…"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HADES MO-" I was panicking, yes that much is true. I was almost tearing my hair out knowing what kind of world I was being "called" to. Where servants come and go and betrayal grows like grapes on vines no matter how many you try to collect for wine making. It is at this point where I found myself running out of time as little rays of sunlight are starting to hit the snow. "shit shit shit!" I mentally screamed, trying to breathe and finally calming myself down enough. I pressed on, "Now for high noon…"

The day, where a traveler is already along the beaten path. Where one is already facing the battles and focuses on the present rather than the morrow. Seizing the day, will you make it enough to win the war?

Noble Legacy- You are in possession of a noble phantasm that is randomly chosen. It can be a catalyst or something you can use yourself. A selection of 10 awaits you.

Magic Berserker- When in battle experience a rage and berserker state making your attacks 2-3 times as strong. If applied to weapons it receives a two fold increase in power.

"Interesting" I considered, "but not something that I could fit with necessarily" I shook my head. Being a magical berserker was not in my to do list. As I was noticing however, the sun began to shine more brightly and already the once 1-2 feet of snow was starting to sweat and lessen. "Time for the last" I gulped

Dusk, for those who have seen the past, and shall forever be marching till the dawn. While shrouded in darkness, it provides contemplation and allows for rest. Yet to remain alert is to be advised, for the night is dark and full of terrors.

Did it just sa-

Magical Companion- A familiar of random choice, one that will never die but fade away only to come back in 12 hours.

Walking Nightmare- To eat, sleep, or catching diseases non become relevant to you as you enter the new vessel. It is as if you are a zombie but without the gore and the need for brains.

Perhaps it was the reference to the TV show that threw me off but it was a surprise to go over the lists each one offered. To me, it would seem as if these paths had certain leanings. Dawn for the crafty and unique, high noon for the warrior, and dusk for those that wish a quiet yet productive path. Yet no matter, it would be pointless to betray what I already knew to be the best for being in such a universe as the Type-Moon verse.

As the snow began to have holes, I looked to the almost clear skies. "I choose" I hesitated, not knowing what my decision would bring. Yet here I was at the precipice of a new life, something that I hope would work out for the best. "DAWN"

For a moment, nothing happened. The snow finally melted and the plain that was covered in snow became a grassland with blooming flowers. It was a breathtaking sight, if it were not for the fact that I was leaving it for a world of pain and discomfort I would have truly been at peace. As soon as I began to get lost in thought however, the voice returned. This time in a softer more serious tone booming across the valley, to which it startled me.

Dawn, a path truly fit for one that is cautious. Very well, as the ritual is finished so too are your choices made. It is now that your path awakens and thus your first result shall be known to you when you awaken on the other side.

"I do not," I looked up to the sky, "Like surprises, no matter how big or small. Just tell me now!" I demanded. Yet that effort was wasted, for the being never spoke again. All I felt was a sensation of being pulled. It was a sensation of being tugged into a contained field, a mind suddenly invading my own. Thus my first struggle began.

I found myself in a body, writhing in pain, lying in a circle fighting off the fading existence of the previous host. It yelled at me, clawed and fought till there was nothing but me left. Bits and pieces of the man remained in the form of his memories. How he was part of a makeshift magus family, how he put up with humiliation with both dignity and deceit. It was all colliding with my own memories, my own experiences. As if entering the eye of the storm all ceased to scream and pull and I finally was able to get ahold of myself.

"Where…wh-, this is giving me a headache." I said, perplexed by the feeling of blood running through my veins as well as…magic. Not overly powerful but not show stopping, a whopping total of 32 circuits. Even though I was surrounded by a dark room full of nothing but a dead body I was keeping rather calm. That special ability was coming in to good use, "though I would prefer to get away from it as soon as possible." I thought, while mentally throwing up at the same time. It was interesting how dual your mind and actions could be.

In a split second however I felt a sudden pain shoot through my head, and a voice I came to love oh so much rang,

Mystic Eye selection, Eyes of the Six Paths- Abilities include Deva Path, Human Path, and Outer Path. Also Includes Amenotejikara.

Speechless. Something like that had to be faked. If there was anything I found more astounding it was the fact that I now had more of a chance of survival. Even as my eyes were burning it became a pleasure to gain what was rightfully a god's power. It was here that this new life would be trouble. For my enemies…for my allies…and for the world a new god was descending.

With the memories of the old host, I quickly dispatched of the body using small concentrated flames to remove such a monstrosity. Reflecting back on how he consumed souls in such a way as to allow for me to take over his body…what a blind fool.

It was

useful using someone else's misfortune to pull myself literally out of a dark box. The box being the room and getting out by pulling a rope that opened up a stair to the rest of the old host's abode.

It was here that the dawn began, and it was here where Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia would see his wish fulfilled. After all, I owe him that much. Starting up the stairs, and observing the world through the Rinnegan was exhilarating to say the least. I came into a hallway that was the inside to a magnificent castle, the inside of the hallway beautifully decorated and yet surprisingly airy.