Disclaimer: I do not own Fate Stay Night, nor do I own the novel I'm semi ripping off

Prologue:

I saw Death

Battlefield after battlefield.

And Death

Stain with blood and strewn with death.

And Death…

Bodies upon bodies littered with arrows and swords

This was the hell that he arrived at.

It was the hell that I would soon advance towards aswell. He could feel it, years have passed since his meeting with the Nameless Archer and while he had deliberately taken many different branching paths. Yet, the destination seemed to have already been determined long ago and his path will soon reach its conclusion.

It might be a year, maybe even tomorrow… and yet the sword still wondered, would he still accept Alaya's contract? Even with all the warnings? The knowledge of what the future of that decision entails? Then again was there any choice for him in the first place?

Even after he had prefetched his future skills, even as his path branched out from Archer's… The conclusion was settling in, that was no illusion. In the end, Illya had her heart removed by Gilgamesh, Saber returned to the throne after destroying the grail, He had left behind Taiga and Sakura in pursuit of his Ideals, even Rin with her stubbornness had long used up her will to chased after a distorted sword, and he was wondering the world aimlessly, desperately trying to save everyone yet even still he was too weak.

He was alone and incapable of attaining his ideal.

Even so, he would not feel an ounce of regret walking down this path…

No, there's one regret he…

As Shirou regains his conscious, his vision was greeted by a dark skin hand grasping a red jeweled necklace.

He looked at it questioningly, before his mind reminded him of its original owner along with the past that was slowly escaping his grasp. His hand firmly held onto the necklace as if it was his final lifeline as he made to stand up and observe the surrounding desert.

The sun was setting, it seems he had passed out from exhaustion.

Shirou began to take a sip from his canteen and check his compass and map, trying to ascertain the direction of his next destination.

Another war zone and in the middle of it, a half-destroyed town. If his guess is right, then he needed to help the people left in that town.

It was no time for daydreaming and reminiscing, Shirou scolded himself.

Shirou began to walk again after determining his own location and the directions towards the town.

Yet it took no more than a few seconds before he was engulfed in what seemed like a giant magic circle.

Shirou's mind had begun to work on ascertaining the reason and the culprit for the thaumaturgy before he quickly quashes the train of thought, he needed to focus.

"Trace On."

Quickly reinforcing his body to its limit, he made to escape the range of the circle.

But before he even made a step, his vision was engulfed in a bright flash of light.