N/A: Okay I've decided to change it back to how it was before and just see where it goes from there. Looks like I have my work cut out for me, don't I?


"I am Mordred, the one and true heir of Arther Pendragon. So I ask of you. Are you my master?" Proudly and confidently announced the girl with messy blonde hair, mint green eyes wearing a set of heavy medieval mainly silver, black and red detailed armor who just fended off the guy with the red lance in blue spandex not five seconds ago.

The second blonde had beautiful Sapphire blue eyes, steel headband on her forehead, a long golden braid that flowed down to behind her knees,wearing an armored dress with a dark blue wrap resting around her shoulders heard in place by a chain link collar. The dress was open at front and showed off her shapely legs as well her developed chest (She has big Boobies! XD I'm not sorry for that one) with metal skirt armor on each side of her womanly hips, a pair of thight fitting thigh high knee socks covered her long porcelain legs which where covered further by a pair of steel greaves while her arms adawned a set of Steel gantlets. She carried a strange steel spear with a white flag hanging from it in both of her hands and had a sheathed straight sword on her left hip.

The third girl unfortunately landed in the pile of his old cloths that he out grow over the last ten years. She dawned a traditional blue kimono that showed off her (realistically sized) bust (Yay! More Boobies! I'm still not sorry…) and ended half way down her upper thighs, a black sash was tied around her waist to help keep it in place, pair of thigh high socks, a pair of sandals and bright pink hair that was tied into twin tails with two blue ribbons. But what really stood out was the fact that she had golden eyes and a bright orange fox tail and fox ears.

The girls had appeared in a flash of blinding white light that came out of nowhere as thier supposed "Master" was just about to die at the hands of the blue spearmen for the second time in a row that night.

"W-what…? Am I-I your what now?!" The seventeen year old Magus, Lelouch Lamprouge, stutered uselessly as his mind ran on full cylinders trying to process and make sence of what the bloody hell just happened. Form acidently witnessing two strange weirdos fighting on school grounds after dark, fatal stab in the heart by the spear of one of said weirdos in blue spandex, wakeing up as if nothing had happened in the school hall ways, being attacked again by the same person in blue from earlier, and now two blondes and a pink haired fox girl stood in front t of him while the spear bearing wirdo out side the shed shared his exact expression. "What the hell is going on today?"


[11 years ago/ 2005 a.t.b.]

Fire. Fire and flames danced all around and ravaged what was once Fuyuki city less then ten seconds ago for miles and mhiles around accompanied by the screams of all those who where still burning alive while smoke, ash and cinders engulfed the sky. Chocking all the oxygen from the air for all it's worth right down to the last very last drop.

No one knows what or who started that infernal blaze or why. But the result,The Fuyuki Fire, turned the city of Fuyuki into the equivalent of a small scale replica of a world bathed in the towering infernos of each of the many gods wrath and anger from every faith past and present, that is to say if there ever was such beings of a higher exisance to ever exist in this or any world to begin with.

Among the wreckage, ash and bead bodies the lone survivor, a broken young ravin haired boy of no less then seven years old, covered in cuts, gashes and bleeding walked aimlessly through the charred ruins of the city, ignoring the what lay around him and at his feet struggling to carry the corpse of a five year old girl to not even he knows where with his tired and injured arms, the right one was battered and bruised and the left one was heavily burnt from his finger tips to just above the elbow. Refusing to let go of her he blindly trudged onwards until his legs could no longer support him and the girl in his mutilated arms and fell to his knees which long since went numb to the pians and aches they where sending to his brain telling it to make him stop with every step he took.

He sat there on his knees looking down at the innocent, brown haired girl in his arms and crying his eyes out despitally begging and pleading her to keep breathing and stay with her a bit longer until he finds help. But no matter how much he begged, pleaded, cried or tryed to wake her by shaking her she was already long gone from this world. Her limp and lifeless form as it is evidence enough of that.

He wanted to die. He wanted to lay down and die like all those he ignored in his path through the once beautiful city that turned into a scorched concert wasteland. Then as if his body was reacting to his wish he collapsed onto his back, arms at his sides with his sister nestled on his chest as if she was still alive and sleeping soundly through this hell on earth.

He lay there starring up at the sky as his body began to finally shut down, from exhaustion and deaths cold embrace? He did not care not anymore. And why should he? His Mother and now his sister, his one last reason for living was now dead. With the last of his true family dead he had nothing to live for and so resigned himself to deaths door step to await his enebitalbe end. He might as well be dead as far as he was concerned.

'So this is how I die…?' croaked the boy lying in the ash covered ground as the fire died with the rise of the morning sun and the rain began to pour. 'At least I'll be with you and Mother soon Nannaly. So wait for me, okay?'

"I-It h-hurts… it really r-really hurts…" He croaked out with a throat filled with Ashe and soot as he reached out his right hand towards the sky to touch the illusions of his Mother and sister smiling down on him from above beckoning him to them. "Wait for me Nannaly, Mother… wait for me…" he said with what should have been his final breath as he his eyes became to heavy to lift and began to close only to be found and saved by an unknown stranger.

Someone once said that if you take away a child's parents, family, home and all such things there will be nothing left for him, only his life. It's a sad but true story that happens all to much in the world and in most cases it causes who the child once was to die out as a result. The boy in this stories name is Lelouch Lamprouge formerly known as Lelouch Vi Britainia the seventeenth prince of the Holy Britainian Empire, or at least he was when his Mother was still alive.

Most people would see the colour of the blue sky and the green grass the moment they look out a hospital room window, not Lelouch for all he could see was several different shades of grey, grey and more grey all around him. By no means was he colour blind it was just that every colour to him seemed to have been replaced with that dull and boring colour since he woke up in his hospital bed in a hospital room filled beds filled patients all of which with a verity of different aliments. And so the minutes bleed into hours and the hours into days until he lost track of all time in that sterile environment altogether.

Some time later after most of his bandages where removed and he started eating on his own a man came to visit. He was a tall Japanese man who was younger then the doctors in terms of age with uncombed dark hair, faint traces of stubble along his jaw line, a dark grey wrinkled coat, eyes that reflected how mentally exhausted he was and he also gave off an aura akin to one of a big brother then a father would.

"Hello. You must be Lelouch-kun." He greated in his native tounge as he sat down on the end of the bed. Though his voice was kind Lelouch couldn't help but feel something not off but different about him dispite his warm smile. "I'll ask you directly." he said as straight forward as possible before asking him a crustal life altering question. Which would you prefer? To go to an Orphanage, or to be adopted by this man you've never seen before?"

"Naturally Lelouch was puzzled by his offer at first but he knew better then to take this man up on his offer right there and then nore did he care about anything anymore since his sister, Nannaly died, but something deep inside of him was telling, no compelling him to go with him not out of fear but out of a sence of safety and sequrity like some sort of sixth instinct.

"I'll go with you, but on two conditions." The recovering Lelouch said makeing the opening negotiation.

"Oh, and what would that condition be Lelouch-kun?" the man asked curiously raising an eyebrow.

"First condition. My sister Nannaly gets a proper funeral." Was his first of two demands.

"And the second?" The man asked again.

"Second condition. I get to keep my mothers last name, no exceptions." Was the final one of Lelouch's demands.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you so set on the last one?"

"It's all I have left of my Mother and sister…" Answered the child patient glumly.

"I see. Those demands are all fine by me. Get ready quickly, then. You should get used to your new place as fast as you can." He agreed phrasing the last part weirdly as he stood up from his sitting position and began packing Lelouch's things. Needless to say he wasn't very good at it even by an eight year old childs standerds.

Then after makeing a big mess he turned to Lelouch. "Oh, I forgot to mention something important. I have to tell you something important. I have to tell you something before you come with me."

"…And that is?" Asked Lelouch raising his own eyebrow this time.

"To start off with, I'm a 'Sorcerer'." He answers in a serious, exaggerated tone.

"…Life with a (Party/Stage) magician, huh? Oh well, at least I won't be bored to a certain degree." sighed the seven year old prince in hiding as he slides out of bed in one swift motion. "To be perfectly honest with you, I was getting tired of this stuffy room anyways."

And so, Lelouch-kun's new life with the stranger who's name he soon learned was Kiritsugu Emiya began later that same day. Kiritsugu kept his word almost emeadetly, Lelouch got to keep his Mother's maiden name of Lamprouge and Kiritsugu had also arranged for Nannaly's funerals to take place that same year two months later.

Since then Kiritsugu would always talk about that day not out of pride or with any intentions of gloating about it but more along the lines of joy then anything else. He would always remember and retell the story again and again and again when ever he got the chance and each time he would all ways get every last detail no matter how small right. Judging from how much Kiritsugu talked about it Lelouch deduced that it was most likely the happiest day of his life.

Happiness. The word now felt somewhat foreign to him yet so close. Though the sence of joy he felt from knowing he had made someone who was possibly worse off mentally then him happy was still a nice feeling dispite how rare it was now a days.

It didn't take long until Lelouch found out what Kiritsugu ment by being a supposed 'Sorceror', (He's a fucking Wizard, Harry! …old fucking meme is fucking old… P.s. I'm not sorry!) it also took a while to convince him of the fact it was not all like one would see on TV or on stage. That took a long time indeed. Sometime afterwards Lelouch became Kiritsugu's student in the ways of Magic craft in less then two days of living with him. During that time he had learned Reinforcement magic and learned how to crate a type of paper thin hexagonal shield of red light that both amazed and shocked Kiritsugu. (The man hade only even seen this kind of magic used once before, during the last Grail war, by a servant named assassin.)

During the first few years Kiritsugu would often leave for a month or half a year at most. He would say in the usual tone of voice that Lelouch had gotten used to that he was going to "travel the world" for a bit and that he would be back as soon as he could. Lelouch never asked why he left for such long periods of time nore did he want to. He always felt that he had no right to know no matter how close he was with his adoptive father and he also felt like Kiritsugu wouldn't want to talk about it either so he just let it slide each and every time he had the chance to ask him.

The Emiya household was a large Japanese style compound which could have easily fit far more then the two who where currently living there at the time. At first Lelouch was perplexed by the sure size of the place and why one person would need so much space at all. It also didn't help that he kept getting lost inside the damnded place for the first month or two of his time living there much to his displeasure.

Despite what happened in his life up until then and how lonely it was with out his father figure around he liked it in the Emiya house hold. It was quite and peaceful and when ever Kiritsugu returned home from his travels he'd always tell of them and the ones that he picked up on his travels where worth the wait in his opinion. —The man… no the father figure who was chasing his dreams like a child chasing after a rolling ball. To some he'd be seen as an old fool, but to Lelouch his attitude towards life was in a word admirable.