Author's Note:

Hello readers, I hope my summary was interesting enough to make you want to read this. I also hope the story doesn't let you down either. Just saying, readers are required to finish reading/watching the "last episode" of the Fate/Stay Night Realta Nua VN (and by extension the rest of the VN as well). If you have not, I highly recommend you to find a way to watch it. The feels it gives makes it very much worth the watch. Let me keep this short and sweet, so enjoy!

Chapter 1: Awakening

A tiny wish upon the stars.

Two lovers, one a king of knights, the other a hero of justice.

Two miracles, one waiting continuously, the other pursuing endlessly.

After many, many years of enduring patiently.

After a long, tiring journey to reach for the stars.

Then, when sleepy eyelids finally reopened.

Then, when blood resumed its flow through a heart of tin.

At the end of the dream.

"I'm back, Saber."

"Yes-welcome back, Shirou."

An embrace between those who were once a world apart.

A reunion of those whose love for the other remained unaffected by the difference in time and space.

That, is the ending of one story.

And, the beginning of another.

A magus in a tower far, far away smiled as he gazed at the couple. The lovebirds, reunited at long last. It was the least he could do, after all the suffering that Artoria experienced in her life. He was initially doubtful about their ability to perform what was required of them, but they did not disappoint him. After all, those two were inhuman in all ways but one. It was only expected of them to accomplish near-impossible feats for a tiny chance of meeting each other. Then, using much of the magical energy in the area, he helped to turn that possibility into reality. The girl before taking up the sword deserved to love and be loved, even if it did not happen during her lifetime.

However, there was still something that troubled him. The magical energy in Avalon was becoming increasingly chaotic. He was quite sure that it had nothing to do with him bringing Emiya Shirou into Avalon. He rarely made mistakes, and he was very confident that it wasn't one. No, it had to be from another source. Who might the culprit be? He wondered. And what is his goal? He decided to look further into the matter once the surrounding mana was replenished.

Elsewhere, another pair of eyes reopened. The girl got up from the barren ground that seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon. Why had she awakened? She did not know. But she was surprised to find the magical energy around her in chaos. She barely managed to seize control of it, using it to detect the source of the irregularity. It took her a long time to understand the problem; the long slumber had caused her to go out of practice in the use of magic.

Each land recognised a king. The king ruled over the land; the land, and its resources, served the king. Avalon was no exception. Its magic served to protect and strengthen the king. To prepare the king for the day when she returned to lead Britain to true glory.

However, the problem lay in the fact that there were two kings. More specifically, two alternative forms of the same king. She did not know how that came about, but while they both slept, their usage of magical energy was minimised and the anomaly remained undetected. However, both of them were now awake. The land, and the magical energy it contained, had to serve one ruler. As both of them were technically the rightful king of the land, the contradiction was driving the magical energy into chaos and starting to tear the land apart.

She considered the options. One of the kings had to die. Naturally, it had to be the weaker king. The one less suited to lead Britain when the time came. That had to be the naïve, foolish Artoria. Who believed, simply because she saw some people smiling, that her rule would bring happiness to all the people of Britain. Who believed, in the last moments of her pitiful life, that she let her country down rather than the other way around, and tried to undo everything that happened during her rule by making a contract with the world to obtain the Holy Grail. All so she could abandon her duty as king.

The jet-black sword that was gripped tightly in her hand flared.

Author's Note 2:

Firstly, before I get lynched, let me clarify that Saber Alter in this story (in case you haven't figured that out already) is not serving Angra Mainyu anymore. That means, although Saber Alter is still vastly different from her normal self in terms of her personality etc., she isn't trying to end the world either. She just wants to perform her duty as king (protecting Avalon and Britain).

By the way, I hope you liked this story. If you did, please do take the time to give some reviews on how to improve. It will help a lot, since this is my first uploaded piece of work. Till next time!