Hello, my name is Visionel im Spielgel, that's "Vision in the Mirror". I know I got that from the Dear You song, which is my favorite. Since I'm a fan of Fate series (Fate/Stay Night, Fate/Zero, Fate/hollow ataraxia, Fate/Extra, and even Fate/Strange Fake), I created this fanfic, inspired by Fate/Extra, and the wonderful Fate fanfics I read.

Well here's my fanfic! I'm still working on the title.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fate/Stay Night, Fate/Zero, Fate/hollow ataraxia, some of Fate/Extra, some of Fate/Strange Fake, and/or its characters (including Ayaka Sajyou, the original heroine of FSN, (Saver (original King Arthur) will appear/mentioned way later in this fanfic).) I only own my characters.

Mind my errors and such. Just deal with it, I tried my best.

Enjoy!

The Keeper's Alliance

Prologue

They said I was a Special kind ever made.

All these Memories. All these Experiences. All these Legends.

It's strange how I experience them . . . When I was Created.

They said that there are some reasons that I was meant to be created.

But what?

All I did was watch . . . How Heroes Rise and Fall . . .

That is my Role as the Keeper . . . of the Heroes' Throne

But, what about the other reason?

What is it you want me to do?

It's been a while since the 5th Holy Grail War ended . . .

A young man in a black cloak, thought as he stands there, watching his mentor starting a ritual from the distance.

His mentor also in a black cloak, in the center of the white circle on the ground, chants this unknown language with black candles lit with small black flames around him. The two were in a hidden underground cave of the desert part of Snow Field, California.

In this place, there are only two of them, but that would be 10 of them . . . if the other 8 are alive.

Around the circle, there were 8 bodies. Eight of those bodies were bound by bondages, like they were mummified. Their faces were covered by a black cloth. The young man didn't have time to identify them, but he knows that there were 4 men and 4 women. Above each body, there were shards, one for each victim. Black shards with this dark aura around them; each shard is floating above each victims. He would know what his mentor was planning to do with these poor unfortunate souls.

The young man looked at his watch; it's one minute before Midnight. Once it struck midnight, the ritual will be finished and "it" will begin. Once it finished, it's time for him to take action, since it's one of the order he must follow. But, there maybe some chances that-

The watch struck midnight. His mentor finished the last chant in time. The circle starts to glow with such radiance that causes the 2 to shield their eyes from such brightness. When the light faded and the 2 regained their visions, each shards' dark aura was replaced with each different colors; purple, green, yellow, cyan, red, blue, orange, and gray. Slowly, the shards floated down to the 8 unconscious victims. At the time they reached down, the each shard sink into the victims' chest. Then, each body starts to glow in each different color from the same shards that were now within them.

The mentor took his hood of, showed an amusing smiled on the aged bald face with a gold band around his forehead. He did it.

"Yes . . ." he raised his arms with success. "Yes!"

The young man shows no expression as he starts to approach to his mentor. As he approached, the bodies glowed with such brightness, they form into 8 giant orbs of different colored light and they all hover in the air and flew out of the cave.

The elderly mentor watched and laughed as the 8 orbs left.

"And so it begins . . ." he grinned. "So, Fardius-"

He turned to his pupil; the young man whose name to be Fardius, until he felt something struck him in the chest, in the heart. He looked down, and saw that Fardius struck a knife on his chest. He them slowly looked up to his pupil with a shock expression, but however, he starts to grin and laugh. Later, he laughs louder.

I knew this would happen . . .

Fardius thought as he look at the knife that is still struck to his mentor, no blood is streaming from the wound. He looked at his mentor, he's still laughing. Then he heard a sound. A sound that sounds like sand was falling.

Fardius look down on the ground, and saw his mentor's feet start to dissipate into sands or ashes. Fardius stepped back as he watch his mentor, laughing until he completely turn into sands/ashes.

"Dammit." He cursed, "He's a decoy."

Sandstorm to Blizzard. Sandstorm to Blizzard. Do you copy?

Fardius heard someone's voice as he remove his hood, showing blackish blue hair and blue eyes. He went through his pocket and pulled out a walkie-talkie.

"Blizzard to Sandstorm. Copy." He replied.

Did you eliminate the target?

"Negative. The Langel I've been with now was a fake. A decoy. A substitute puppet. The real one's still out there. He must've known what I was planning this all along." He responds as he pinched the bridge over his nose for a moment. "Enough about that, did you see what happen out there."

Affirmative. We just happen to saw 8 comet-like lights flew out of the passage way. Then each of them went into some different direction. They could be anywhere by now. We should get going; the US Organization will be waiting for us to come back for report, and I heard that someone from the Mage's Association is coming to the US Organization base. I think it could be Lord Ell Melloi II. But it seems he's running late, I think.

"Okay. I'm coming out later. Just, wait there."

Understood.

Fardius puts away his walkie-talkie and starts to gather his things. He took another look at the circle. He knew some circle he saw in books, but this one was very different. He pulled out a camera and takes a picture of it; hopefully he'll show it to base and find some answers behind this.

After everything finished, he ran out.

He sighs. Even though the Holy Grail War is gone, a new kind of War is starting, far greater than the previous wars.

Meanwhile . . .

At night, somewhere farther than Snow Field, in a room of the apartment, there was a red haired girl in black shirt and jean shorts, who was now on the phone, standing in front of the window.

". . . I see . . . You sense it, too. So they said about the Prophecy is true . . . it's starting . . ." she responds.

Yeah. So, when should we tell them the truth? Do you think they're ready? The young man's voice answered from the phone.

The girl closed her brown eyes and sighs. Should they? Does she think that kind, caring people that take her in as a new part of the family, are ready to know the truth? The reason that she and her friends are here in the first place? Their True Purpose?

She opens her eyes and responds "I need some time to think about it."

. . . Okay, I'll wait.

"Shion!" a woman's voice called her name. "Time for dinner!"

The girl, Shion, responds, "I'll be there in a sec, kaa-san!" she then went back to the phone. "I have to go. How about you go call the others if they know? I'll talk to you later, Chiaki."

Okay. Bye.

Shion heard Chiaki hung up the phone, and then she puts her cell phone down on her desk before she walks out of her room.

She'll wait for the right time, hopefully she tells them once they are ready.

Later . . .

In another apartment in another place, there was a dark brown haired girl, sleeping in her futon.

Few minutes later, she stirs a bit. Then starts to sit up and rubbed her eyes. After, she opens her brown eye to look at the clock.

7: 45 AM

". . . HOLY-!"

She got up out of bed, grabbed her glasses next to her, quickly to the bathroom and changed from her PJs to her school uniform. She went to her small kitchen, rushed to her fridge for the carton of orange juice, which she poured it in her glass. Then later, starts drinking down the whole glass of orange juice. After that, she placed the glass in the sink (she'll wash it later), grabbed her school bag and rushed to the door. After locking and closing the door behind her, she ran out.

Outside, the landlady was sweeping. The saw the girl came rushing down.

"Good morning, Ayaka-"

"Sorry! No time! Gotta go! Bye!" she shouted as she ran passed her and ran left.

The landlady watched her go and shook her head, smiling "She overslept again." Then, she continues sweeping.

Ayaka kept running, and running. She looks at her watch. She got 9 minutes before school starts, and she's 14 blocks away.

"Great. Can my life can get any worse?"

Well, who knows what kind of day would happen to Ayaka Sajyou in Fuyuki City.

Well, here you go, that's the Prologue.

For those that don't know:

Fardius and Langel are from this fanfic/doujin novel Fate/Strange Fake (which was supposed to be an April's Fool joke). I kinda change some bits that are similar to novel in the story (that instead of 10 years after, it's a month after hollow ataraxia in my fanfic.)

And Ayaka Sajyou is supposed to be the original Heroine when Fate/Stay Night was on progress, with Saver (male Saber/King Arthur) as the Servant of Ayaka and the protagonist of Fate/Stay Night.

Shion and Chiaki are one of my OCs. You'll know their true nature/purpose far later.

Well, hope you like.

Review please.