Hey guys! Thanks for clicking on my story. This is the first thing I've ever published, so take it easy on me.
This idea has been bubbling in my head for the better part of 3 months. And recently, 2 friends have given me the courage to come forward with my work. So, I dedicate this to them. (You know who you are, so I won't give any names here)
By the name of the title, you should have guessed that it's the Holy Grail Wars using Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus characters. Specifically the 7 demigods as the 7 servants. It just hit me one day and I ended up sleeping at 4 am because all the ideas were flowing out of my brain. So, with this happening consistently, I have just about the entire story planned out. Every battle, every turn, every explanation has been thought out. But, I appreciate your own fan theories because heaven knows I love to learn about other people's perspectives. Who knows? Maybe if I like it so much, I'll change the story to fit with your theory. :)
I promised that my work will be published on the first of May, coinciding with another deadline. But, I originally promised 5 chapters to them to not leave it hanging after one chapter, but I wasn't able to finish on time because of school and other responsibilities (urgh.) so, these 4 chapters will have to do. Let me know what you think about it in the comments section or private message. I'll try my best to address all of them when I post the next few chapters.
I made it T rating because I think you'd have to be at least a teenager to appreciate the greatness that is the Fate Series.
I just wanna say I do not own Fate/Stay Night and any of their concepts or the characters from Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus.
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- ArcThief314
Chapter 1: Servant, Arise
Manhattan, 7:49 pm
Chase looked down from the window. The city's hustle and bustle can still be heard from up here. He rolled his eyes at the people walking below, unaware of the dangerous game that's about to be played. The Holy Grail War has come again.
Chase looked at the back of his hand, a crimson seal can be seen against the white skin of the magus. 'This is my ticket in. For power,' he thought to himself. It looks like a stylized 'W' shape with details on its spokes. It kinda looks like …'Ok, focus. Just remember what has to be done.' He ran his hand through his soft brown hair, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
'The Holy Grail War is a competition wherein 7 magi battle against each other for a chance to obtain to power to grant one wish. The grail picks 7 magi and emblazes on their hand a crimson mark called command seals. These seals allow the owner to summon a servant spirit from the Throne of Heroes to fight for them in the competition. They allow the magus the ability to command these noble men and women with 3 absolute orders. However, once these are used, the magus has no claim over the spirit and can no longer be considered a master. Even without the use of the command seal, the servant will be forced to work with the master, as he is unable to sustain a material form in this world without a source of prana, which the master dutifully provides. To motivate the servants to fight in the war, the grail will also be able to grant the winning servant one wish.'
He remembered many things from his father's tomes. He was proud as he had very little time to search and remember the contents of the event. The Magus Association kept this information on the down low, choosing to select specific candidates responsible for minimizing the damages the war can bring up. The most famous of all Holy Grail Wars is the fourth war in Fuyuki, far to the east, in Japan. The event is known as the Great Fuyuki Fire due one of the battles between the servants. It's a good think Chase had connections and was able to fly out to New York for the Grail War here. However, his living situation is more to be desired.
He looked around the wide apartment, his bright blue eyes critiquing what he could call his own. While preparing for the ritual, he had forgotten several logistical issues. Which would explain why he's in a dingy apartment in Manhattan, but that doesn't matter right now. 'What matters is here and now as I finally summon my heroic servant,' he thought. An intricately designed circle was etched on the wooden floor. He carefully shifted his eyes to every tiny detail of the circle. It had to be perfect. As he didn't have the resources to find a relic of an ancient hero, his preparations must be that much better.
Summoning a hero usually involved a catalyst, an object that belonged to the hero or a symbol of his legend. This would allow the grail to summon a specific spirit. A piece of wood from the famed ship of Jason, the Argo, could summon any one of the Argonauts to serve in the war. It would be more useful to the mage if he summoned a particularly powerful spirit. Power in servants came from two things: the fame of the legend and the age of the myth. Therefore, the older a myth is, even before the start of written language, and more well known the legend is, the stronger the servant will be. The ritual only requires the summoning circle. The grail will pick from its pool of spirits a hero that would create the best bond for the magus.
'Ok. I'm ready,' he thought as he started closing the blinds to his apartment. Summoning from the throne of heroes could attract unwanted attention. The less attention he had on him, the less chances of him becoming a target and dying in the process. When he was confident that he couldn't be seen, He held out his closed fist and started the ritual.
"Ye first, O silver, O iron. O stone of the foundation, O Archduke of the contract, hear me in the name of our great teacher, the Archmagus Schweinorg."
The etched circle began to glow bright green.
"Let the gates in all directions be shut, rising above the crown, and let the three-forked roads to the Kingdom revolve.
It glows even brighter and the wind picks up.
"Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. Five perfections for each repetition. And now, let the filled sigils be annihilated in my stead."
At this point, the light is blindingly bright, but Chase persists.
"Set. Let thy body rest under my dominion. Let my fate rest in thy blade. If thou submittest to the call of the Holy Grail and if thou wilt obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond."
Chase can feel the mana leaving his body into the circle. He knows that the Holy Grail takes care of most of the summoning. He just needs to provide mana for it to take physical form. 'If that's what you want, then here you go!' he mentally shouted.
"I make my oath here. I am that person who is to become the virtue of all Heavens. I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades. Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words, come pat thy restraining rings, and be thou the hands that protect the balance!"
He opens his hand, letting a single drop of blood touch the circle.
"GUARDIAN OF THE HEAVENS!"
For a second, all Chase could see was the pure green light of the summoning. Then, blackness.
'Did it work? Did I succeed?' he thought as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light.
From the center of the circle, a voice calmly spoke, "Are you my master?"
Chase saw a young man with wind swept black hair and the greenest eyes he had ever seen. He was dressed up in full Greek armor with a shining bronze sword on his right and a bronze shield on his left arm. The servant's green eyes seemed to pierce through the darkness. For a second, Chase was speechless. But, an overwhelming sense of pride and relief shook him out of shock to be able to say one word: "Yes."
"It's good to meet you. My name is Saber." Figure said as he held his hand out.
Chase froze. Did he really just summon the strongest servant class in the grail? Saber is known to be unparalleled in close combat fighting using swords and have very strong parameters in almost every aspect: physical strength, endurance, agility, magical power, all except luck with access to very strong Noble Phantasms. Also, their class has an inborn ability to resist magic, leading them to be a harder target for both fellow masters and the magic-wielding servant called Caster. 'I just hit the jackpot, didn't I?' he thought to himself.
"My name is Chase Sullivan and I am your master," he says as he holds up his right arm with the command sigils on it. "A trident, huh? Seems appropriate," the servant whispers cryptically. "Wait, what was that?" Chase said to which the servant replied with a quick, "Nothing."
"Ok, typically, in situations like these. We try to get to know each other a little more." Chase asked. "What's your true name, Saber?"
"I –" Saber started. His eyebrows bunched up together. "What's this?" he asked himself.
"What happened, Saber? What's wrong?" Chase panicked.
"I remember who I am and what I am, but I- I do not know my history," he slowly said. The growing realization of the weight of what happened dawned on Chase. A servant that doesn't know it's past could be a factor against him in the war. After all, he is expected to use all of the accumulated knowledge of his life to help him win the War with his master. But, he couldn't let this doubt affect how they will work together.
"It's fine, Saber. We'll leave this problem for another day," he said calmly. "Are you able to astralize?" Astralization is the ability of the servant to resume spirit form. This allows the master to have a break from providing the mana to keep him in tune with the physical realm. It is a most useful skill in the war. Saber nodded and proceeded to vanish. 'Good night, Saber," Chase said to the wind.
'Good night, my Master.' The thought entered his mind in Saber's voice. 'Telepathy with the servant; this could come in handy during battle situations without me having to shout out tactics for everyone to hear.'
Chase steadied himself. The worst is not over yet. This is only the first hurdle. Tomorrow, he must formally introduce himself as a participant of the Holy Grail War with his Servant in tow. To help keep up the magical masquerade the magus have been protecting for centuries now, and to keep the death and destruction to a minimum, especially in the one of the most crowded places in the world, the magus association and the Church have decided to have an impartial judge from the Church to oversee the whole affair. If anything goes wrong, he's the first who should act.
But, before he sleeps, he must check the progress of the war.
The Sullivan family has only 3 generations of mages to its name, not nearly enough to develop a family tradition to become a powerful force in the magic world. But, there are 2 types of magic he prides himself on. The first is teleportation magic. The ability to instantaneously appear in different locations is useful, especially when running away from the enemy. The second is precognitive magic, allowing him to see glimpses of the future. But with the future constantly changing because of the individual decisions of hundreds of millions of people, he has to take everything with a grain of salt but, any additional information he could get about his rivals will help. Chase doesn't really have any other magic he's particularly good at. He's very specialized in that sense, but, if it gets the job done, he's not one to complain.
Chase sits on his bed. Lotus position, calm shoulders, closed eyes, slowly breathing. Just like his master taught him all those years ago. 'The future is an ever-changing masterpiece of the world. A billion chances for a billion things to both happen and not happen. Understand while we have the ability to glimpse into the portrait, we cannot believe everything we see. However, established facts-to-be may be visible to those who wish to see past the beyond.'
'Knowing the chosen masters and their probable servants could help fix my tactics and improve my chances at winning. Let's do this.' He slowly opened his eyes to reveal that it had turned silver, as he looked past the beyond.
"He can't possibly beat me."
"Yes! Finally, a servant strong enough to destroy everyone."
"You are weak. You will not be able to do this. You are bound to fail. You are destined to die in the War."
"All I have known has led me down this path. I can't be wrong."
"I place my trust in you. Free me from this curse."
"Why did you just die? Why did you leave me alone?"
A picture came out more clearly than the others.
A woman with blonde hair in silver armor appeared from the white light of the summoning circle. She opened her eyes to reveal its steel grey color. 'I am the Servant Archer. Tell me, are you my master?'
A girl with dark brown hair stepped forward from the shadows. She approached the servant without hesitation and spoke, "Yes. I am your master for this Holy Grail War. Tell me, Archer. What is it you wish in this war?"
"I wish for my death."
End of Chapter 1.
Whoa. Heavy. How'd you like that as my ending? As a general rule, I love ending with big WHAM! line, so be prepared. Starts a little slow, but it's the introduction, so keep on reading. And feel free to review and comment, and subscribe if you want to know the release of the latest chapters! I'm hoping for at least a 20 chapter (but, I'm sure it will far exceed that).
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- ArcThief314