Yes, i'm rewriting this fic. Since the old one waasn't as good as i wanted it to be, so, i'll just make a new story, hoping that this would be better than the last. But, even so, i'll reply the reviews.

riot80: Well... How i start it... Since this story will be a bit different from the older one, then, the staff will not became a furniture, but, i'll think about your suggestions, and, if i can, i'll use them. About the pairing idea, i didn't changed it. It just that, once she wasn't going to show up early, i got rid of her tag until it's time to put it back. And, i won't plaining to bring the witches into that story, since it isn't really a crossover. But, there's still a chance that i do it. That's it, if you have anymore questions, feel free to ask me.

Killerbee77: Well, i didn't played all the Umineko novels, and neither the Higurashi ones, since i'm waiting for the PS3 Patch, but, i'm sorry that i cannot continue the story you've been reading, but, i'm hope you like that one two.

Prologue

How much time he has been wandering by that sea of fragments? Even he himself doesn't know it. Probably it was by various centuries, or at least, time enough to him to almost forget his own name.

Not like it matters anymore. Not now that he became a higher level of existence… Not now that he became a witch (sorcerer).

Of course, he was born as a witch, or at least, he thinks so.

"Witch of Adaptability"

That's the title given to him when he was born. He is one voyager witch, so, he could go to any Kakera he wanted, and there are endless options of universes that he could go to. But, only one interested him for now.

The universe from where he was born. Where he has a proper name.

Of course he remember his name, even if he could just give himself a new one, he still wanted to keep that name. The name that he was being called even before he was born.

Hiraga Saito

That's his name. And that's also the name of the one who gave birth to him. No… Saying that is somehow wrong. Even if the existence know as Hiraga Saito is the one who give birth to him, he wasn't referring to just one person, even if they all in fact are the same person, but, even so, they're all different existences. Most of them weren't much different from each other, while others share only the name and appearance with the others beings know as Hiraga Saito.

Even so, he isn't so different from the others beings called Hiraga Saito. Of course, his existence is in a higher level than theirs, but, even so, he wasn't so different from them.

He was collecting Kakeras by at least a few centuries by now. Even he doesn't know why he was collecting all those Kakeras. No… That's not it… He knows exactly why he is collecting all those fragments… He couldn't care less about the truth of that world; he never asked to be involved on it. Or at least, that's what he know that the existence know as Hiraga Saito felt when he give birth to him.

But, even so, there's just one truth that he wanted to change. If he changes that truth, then, he doesn't care about anything anymore. He just wants to get rid of that truth. That most disgusting truth.

While collecting the Kakeras, he saw that face. The happy face of the bitch who is culprit for his existence, and the one who forced her truth on him, and the one who is always happy, no matter on what Kakera he look, she would always have a happy smile, and what's the coast of it? His freedom, his mind, his will. That's what he needed to lose just to make that bitch happy. The only ones he hate the most aside that pink-haired brat who turn his life into a complete mess, is the one who have created the whole "Familiar" thing. If wasn't for it, he wouldn't be controlled by her, and wouldn't lose his mind.

He will fall in love with his master.

That's the truth on all the Kakeras he collected until now.

And that's the truth he wanted to change with all his might. But, that's a few things on his way. Some of them are undeniable truths.

He'll be summoned to the world know as Halkeginia.

That's one truth he cannot change, even if he spent the eternity collecting Kakeras.

He'll become Gandalfr.

That's another truth that he cannot change, no matter what he try.

But, there are also a few truths that could help him.

His love for his master s forged because of the familiar runes.

That's an absolute red truth that he cannot change, and, since that's necessary for his objectives, he doesn't want to do it.

He will die after fighting alone against a whole army.

That's the most important truth on his side. And is what supports his plan, after all, there's two small truths connected to it that could help him to reach his goal.

After dying, he won't be Gandalfr anymore.

Without the runes affecting his head, his love for his master can disappear.

With these two truths, he can finally get rid of her control over his mind, and feelings. With these two truths, he can find his true love. He can be really happy this time.

The erased and denied feelings of Hiraga Saito.

That's what given birth to the Witch of Adaptability. And, that's what moved him.

And that's feelings are what's giving him the willpower to create that tale. The final tale he is weaving, dedicated to the one who have give birth to him… No… Dedicated to himself… To Hiraga Saito.

"It's ready… Looks like it's time to start my first and final game." He said while gathering all that's fragments on only one point.

The rules was already been made. Like the victory conditions. It's time to start it. His final tale, the tale he will write, and the tale that will separate his path, from hers.

The tale where he will be finally free from her permanently.

Turn of the Adaptability Witch

On a little hill drawn on a map… The dawn brought forth light to the darkness.

The view slowly expanded, and the grassland below grew larger and larger.

It was as shown on the map, a rural area approximately 150 leagues southwest of the city of Saxe-Gotha. Saito had finally arrived there after a whole night of riding.

A light excitement embraced him. Although he had been riding all night, his fighting spirit and fatigue were restored by the morning light.

Through the morning fog, slowly; slowly and accompanied with the shaking of the earth, a great army appeared.

Saito stood up and slammed his palm against the horse he had been riding. The beast, which had been chewing grass idly, was suddenly startled and fled back in the direction where they had come from.

"You are not going to use the horse?" Derflinger asked over the shoulder.

"That guy has a life too; it is not just some tool."

"You have such a good heart, partner."

Saito asked Derflinger, "Didn't you say before that Gandálfr was able to stand against a thousand foes alone? 70,000 shouldn't be a problem right?"

"That is what they say, but it is only a legend, so people tend to exaggerate. Don't get too hopeful, in reality, it was probably less than a thousand."

"…Why are you like this? Lying to me like that. If you lied, don't tell me the truth. We are already as good as dead, so at least lie to the very end."

On the horizon of the grassland they could see the advancing army. Although it was an army of 70,000, due the fact they were not marching abreast, it did not appear to be as large. But in reality, all 70,000 were there.

Soldiers wielding weapons, Mages armed with spells, cannons, demi-humans like orcs and trolls, dragon knights… Knights riding phantom beasts.

None were missing, all 70,000 were there.

Saito asked with a fear shaken voice.

"Ah, why must I risk my life to charge into that mob?"

"Why are you asking the obvious? Because our ships have to retreat, so we have to buy time."

"No… I am not talking about that… But, forget it." Saito let out a sigh. "Last time I was saved by Guiche's mole, but this time there is no way we can escape."

"No, we cannot. No matter what, just charge in. In a situation like this, no matter which direction, charging is the same. Aim for the commanding officer, strike down the head, and the body will fall into chaos. You can probably buy them a day or so."

Saito nodded, holding Derflinger tightly. The runes on his left hand began to glow.

"Hey, Partner."

"What?"

"Am I going to die?"

"Probably."

The boy became silent. Derflinger decided to raise his spirits, "If it is going to be like this, then go out like a hero!"

"Why?"

"Because otherwise it would be a waste."

Four hundred meters in front of them, they could see Albion's forward assault force.

Suddenly his body began to move by itself; they would never know if this was the power of Gandálfr, or Saito's own bravery, or something else…

Saito charged toward the army of 70,000.

The first group of Albion soldiers who found the charging hero was not frontal cavalry, but the owl familiar belonging to an artillery commander. Because he didn't believe the infantries, he decided to personally investigative the matter.

After he verified the situation through his owl, he immediately ordered the firearm squadrons to prepare to fire, as during the course of a march, firearm troops do not normally keep their weapons loaded.

"What? Only one person?"

He was surprised when he found out there was only one person, but he became shocked once he saw the boy's speed.

It was not a speed that could be achieved by a human on foot.

The frontal cavalry also made the same mistake as well.

Because of a mistake with the estimation of speed, the opposition charged right past them just as they were stopping. Before the cavalry could even draw their weapons, they were knocked off their steeds.

The only thing the fallen cavalry men could do was hear the sound of the enemy's footsteps, the speed was so great that they could not even see their foe's image.

Before the soldiers finished loading their weapons, the enemy was already in front of their leader.

It was a person armed with a large sword.

The commander, in reflex, tried to pull out his wand, but was sent flying by the sword. Something hit him hard on the side of his head and he instantly lost consciousness.

The next moment, mage knights approached from the sky. They used magic and familiars to track Saito's movement and then released a barrage of spells.

Wind blades, ice spears, and fireballs flew in waves toward Saito, but were instantly absorbed by the sword. Though the knights were taken by surprise, they did not stop their magical assault.

The knight commander ordered his men to scatter; in the instant he made that order, a gust of wind blew next to him, where the wind struck, his wand was snapped in half and a foot slammed into his stomach. Ribs shattered, the pain was so strong the officer could not cry and soon fainted.

Derflinger asked Saito, "Why didn't you kill them?"

Saito threw back a short reply, "I am not a soldier."

"What do you mean?"

"Be they allies or enemies, I will not treat them as tools."

Derflinger sighed.

Saito danced, dodged, and struck left and right, which caused massive chaos within the enemy formation.

Fighting alone turned out to be extremely advantageous.

To prevent friendly fire, the enemy did not dare to use firearms or projectiles, and with Gandálfr's speed, nothing in this world could catch up.

But… the mage opponents were still very difficult to deal with.

Although Derflinger could absorb the endless barrage of spells, the amount of magic delivered was certainly above normal, and slowly the sword began to lose its ability to handle them.

"Ugh!"

"Left hand?"

"Hum, damn… I can't move it anymore."

Saito could only wield Derflinger with his right hand, his left shoulder took a deep wound, and part of his body was now charred by flame, which came from the fireball that exploded near him.

Although the situation was grave, Saito still charged forward, bravely standing tall while surrounded on all sides.

Due to the attacks by magic and weapons alike… Saito's injuries became graver every second.

He'll going to die. And he know it.

What he doesn't know, is that his death is necessary to his rebirth.

His rebirth as the Witch of Adaptability.