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Chapter 0 - ?
A glowing light floated aimlessly through the void. It knew not where it was going, nor from where it came. It only seemed to be. It simply floated, unhindered, unabated, and free.
Gradually, conscience began to form. It began to wonder why it didn't feel cold. It felt like this place that it occupied should have been cold. As for why it had made this assumption, it had no idea. It wondered where it was. What this empty place was. It wondered where it was from and where it was going. It felt like it was supposed to meet something; that this something was waiting for him. No. "Something" was wrong. It meant "someone". Someone important to it.
The image of a woman's face jumped to the forefront of the light's thoughts. Pale, milky skin. Dark shoulder length hair. Eyes that seemed to stare into one's soul. And a smile meant just for him. Him. So he was a man. The light wanted to meet this woman he had begun to envision. He felt that she held a vital piece to what was happening. Maybe even a vital piece to who he was.
As time passed on, the vision of a small girl with red eyes and blonde hair began to appear alongside the woman. The light pleaded with the void to tell him who these women were to him. He knew them. He just couldn't remember them. He knew he loved them. He just couldn't remember why. He wanted to see them again. No. Not want. Need. He needed to see them again.
"Ah, so that is your wish." a soft female voice echoed out through the nothingness. "You wish to be reunited with your wife and beloved daughter?"
Wife? Daughter? That's who those two were to him? It didn't seem that he could be so lucky. Yet, as that thought entered his mind, more images flashed in his head.
A shy girl, using him as a cover to hide behind. Time gazing up at the stars in quiet companionship. A soft touch of flesh against flesh. And a smile he had worked so hard to bring to her face.
More images flashed. A scared young girl. A baffling chess game. An acceptance of a nature he thought he wouldn't be able to. And the hug of a child now under his protection.
He remembered who he was now. He remembered what he fought for. Yes, this was what he wished for with all his heart. He wanted to see them again. No. He would see them again.
Seemingly reading his mind, the voice rang out once more.
"Will you fight for it then?"
Yes, he would. He would do anything.
"Will you kill for it."
Yes!
"Will you take down anything in your path?"
YES!
"Then fight for your wish in this Holy Grail War!"
I WILL!
Distant chanting began to echo in the light's head.
"Heed my words."
The voice sounded oddly similar to his own. Almost as if it was his voice chanting.
"My will creates your body," the voice continued.
The light began to materialize into a tall man with padded, green, leather armor and flowing white hair.
"And your blade creates my destiny."
A familiar spear with a wicked looking spearhead materialized into the man's hands. It gave off an ominous red glow.
"If you heed the Grail's call, and obey my will and reason, then answer my summoning!"
The man felt some sort of force pulling him towards something. It was almost as if a black hole had opened and was pulling him.
"I hereby swear, that I shall be all that is good in the world and that I shall defeat all that is evil."
The chanting began to resonate strongly in the warrior's soul. It pulsed and vibrated through him like an electric charge; making strength flow through his body.
"Seventh Heaven clad, and the great words of power, come forth from the circle of bindings"
He was almost there, he could feel it. His destination was right around the corner; metaphorically speaking, that is.
"Guardian of the Scales!"
With a brilliant flash, Lancer appeared in a small room belonging to what looked to be a house. A rather large bed sat in the middle of the wall to his left, and a nightstand sat to the right of said bed with a lamp on it. Two wardrobes lined the wall at the foot of the bed, and the walls to his left and in front of him had windows in them. He heard a rumble pass by the window and somehow knew that a car had just passed by.
As Lancer turned around to observe the rest of the room, he took in the sight of a younger man, no older than what Lancer himself looked, staring up at him in pure awe and shock. What was most striking was that aside from the long white hair Lancer possessed, the boy looked almost identical to him. Yet, there was no mistake. Though the boy's face held shock, this boy was the one who had summoned him. The three command seals on his right hand were evidence of that.
"So," Lancer gave a wide smile. "Are you my master?"