Hello everyone! I've been on the site for a long time now, but I'm glad to say I'm finally writing my first story on here! I know messing with the Servants summoned in the Grail War (and some headcanons mixed in) is enough to keep you all interested in this random idea of mine.
It was early morning when the first Servant stirred. It was a form shrouded in shadow, the eyes shifting back and forth quickly before relaxing. She was not used to being so...alert. Not anymore.
A shudder ran through her before she rose, her armor appearing quietly as she walked through the halls of the church she and her fellow Servants were staying in. This Grail War was like no other seen so far— that what was she had been told. Two factions, each fighting for the Grail only to then go into another war to determine who claimed it...it was too much for her to think about.
The Lancer was not unused to being alone, but knowing there were those who would turn their backs on their allies all for the sake of power— it made her sick. But she could do nothing, other than obey, and hope and pray that she found a way out before it got to that point. Nodding a little to herself, she was surprised to see her faction's Archer up already. Though what he was doing was a bit beyond her.
"Archer." Her voice was rather quiet compared to the rest of the room and the Archer turned and looked at her. No expression showed on either of their faces, and it was simply a quiet moment passed between them. She did not know any of the other Servants on her side of the Grail War—not yet— but Archer...she would trust him with her life, this she knew. Why, she didn't understand, but perhaps it's a bit too soon to understand much of anything.