A/N: I apologize for the repetitiveness in here, but it's kinda needed, and the incantation is taken from the wiki, so credit to whoever typed it all out, and hope y'all understand and enjoy! (Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated!)*

"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, o keeper of the balance, I summon thee!" Amiah had her eyes closed tight as she read the incantation, afraid of what might happen. After all, this entire situation was so...weird? No, that wasn't the right word to use. Wrong? Awful?

Sighing, she resigned herself to opening her eyes to scan her cramped apartment. She had cleared out her tiny living room, the couch on the side opposite of the TV, the table on the couch, her DVD collection completely trashed in the corner...nothing different from what she did.

"Is the circle too small?" She mumbled, then shook her head fiercely. "No, this was just some stupid prank by my friends. That's all it has to be." Exhaling, she was glad she didn't open the gates to hell or anything. Glancing at the back of her hand, she saw that the mark was still there. She tiredly glared at it before glancing towards the clock. It was one in the morning, no way was she cleaning this mess tonight.

Amiah essentially blew out the candles she had added for dramatic effect with a yawn, then stumbled to her room. Upon kicking her door open, she was greeted with what she would call a model. Starstruck, she could only state at him. His short blonde hair was lighter than his tanned skin, and his blue grey eyes were striking. He was holding a book in one hand, with the other clenched so tightly around the handle of his sword that his hand looked like a ghost's.

He seemed to notice Amiah, and pointed his sword in her direction.

"Why is there a picture of my dragon on this book?" He demanded. Amiah paled.

"No fucking way," she gasped. The intruder tilted his head slightly in curiousity and confusion. "You're Eragon," she said slowly. "And I think I'm your Master."

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"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, o keeper of the balance!" A figure began to form from the almost blinding light emitted from the summoning sigil. He closed one eye in an attempt to make the light bearable, as he didn't want to miss a single second of his success. When the light died down, a lithe beauty was left in it's place. Her long, pale blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, with a few strands left out to frame her sharp face and amber eyes. She had dark armour, which he assumed was light. As serious as the grave, yet with an air of grace, Senji knew he had summoned a seasoned warrior.

"Master," she greeted in a calm yet serious voice. He greeted her with a slight bow.

"I am Senji Sagita," he introduced himself, not removing his eyes from her. He hated to admit it, but she scared him.

"I am Brunhilde, the eldest of the valkyries," she replied, pausing only to think of something. "I appear to be a Rider this time." A smug grin appeared on Senji's face at her words. This war was as good as his.

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"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, o keeper of the balance!" Miyuki somewhat cowered behind her arms as she shielded her face from the blinding light. It worked though! That's all she cared about. She could finally stick it to those who tormented her.

"Hmm, a Caster this time?" A male's voice mused. "interesting."

Lowering her hands away from her face, Miyuki took in the sight of her Servant, in all his golden glory.

"No way..." He seemed to notice her presence, and scowled.

"Mongrel, who gave you permission to behold me?" Reflexively, she ducked her head down. A slight purr of amusement resonated around the empty seaside warehouse she had chosen to attempt a summon in. "You're my Master, it seems." A sigh. "You may look upon me, then."

Returning her gaze to him, she slowly looked him up from toe to head. She knew exactly who it was. The style of clothing he favoured was Mesopotamian, and his attitude made it all the more obvious.

"Are you trying to figure out who I am?" He asked, his red eyes narrowing on her in a condescending manner. While he might have asked her, he somehow made it seem more like a command.

"No," Miyuki replied in a small voice. "You are King of Kings, your domain is over everything, you own all you desire," she took a breath, finally staring right back into his fierce red gaze, though now it seemed softened by intrigue. "You are Gilgamesh."

Chuckling, he folded his arms. "It seems you are well versed in your history." Despite it obviously being a compliment, she couldn't help but feel insulted. "What would be the name of my Master?"

"Miyuki," she replied in as loud a voice as she could muster, "Miyuki Asano. But everyone calls me Rokudenashii, so if you want-"

"Mongrel, you summoned me. You are far superior to those who call you that for this feat alone." Gilgamesh cut her off with his voice and a look of pure evil. "We'll make them regret those words."

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"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, o keeper of the balance!" Faeena blinked, but nothing happened.

"Knew it was bullshit," she muttered to herself, kicking the book away. "At least now whoever gets this place after me will be scared shitless when they come up here," she chuckled to herself as she descended down the stairs from her attic. "No way in hell I'm getting down on my hands and knees to scrub that off the floor."

"Scrub what off the floor?" Yelping in fear, Faeena jumped away from the foot of the staircase. "And you're supposed to be my Master, huh?" Looking towards the source of the voice to see a tall yet fairly muscular female. She was scantily dressed, and the most noticeable feature of her was the skull on her headband.

"Wait...it worked?" Faeena asked incredulously. The older girl raised an eyebrow. "I did it for shits and giggles, but holy shit it worked!" Jumping up, Faeena inspected the other girl closer.

"I take it you know who I am?"

"Of course, you're my Servant!"

"Class?" The Servant asked.

"I would say Caster, but your sword screams Assassin."

"Name?" It was easy to see she was mildly amused now.

"Zola," Faeena finished excitedly.

"You are correct. Will you disclose your name?"

"I'm Faeena, Faeena Utka."

"Pleased to meet you, Master."

"Holy shit, my favourite video game character is my Servant!" Faeena paused. "Uh, I mean, nice to meet you too, Assassin?" She offered awkwardly. Zola simply shook her head slightly.

"Exactly how old are you?"

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"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, o keeper of the balance!" Pausing for but a moment, Shinji then continued the chant. He needed the most powerful Servant to win this. "Yet, thou serves with thine eyes clouded in chaos. Thou, bound in the cage of madness. I am he who commands those chains. Come forth and serve me!" His ego got in the way of the incantation being textbook perfect, but he was sure the last line wouldn't mess with it that much.

The light that emitted from the ground was much different from when Rider had been summoned ten years ago, much darker. He didn't have to look away from a blinding light, instead he could stare right at the circle as something- no someone rose from the ground. Shinji's narrowed as he recognized the female figure that was under the hood. His command sigil pulsated, sensing Shinji's desire. A dark grin split across his face, raising his right hand to show his intention. His Servant only mumbled something about a shirt, and Shinji Matou realized he wouldn't even have to use a command sigil.

She was completely under his control.