Bear with my rants for a while, the story will start soon…
Disclaimer: Fate/Stay Night is the product of Type-Moon, not mine. However, all original Fate/ Memoirs characters are mine. No touchy.
Author's note: This story tells the tale of the sixth and seven Holy Grail War. The sixth Grail War took place one year after Fate and the Seventh is placed six months after the sixth. The reason for the short period between the three wars will be explained further in the story. Fate/Memoirs follow the anime ending to Fate/Stay Night. Oh for those who wants extra effect when reading, play the different music from the game at certain points in the story if you have them. I have the game and it's translated by Mirrormoon so I'll list the name of the music as they do. I'll put the title of the song I find most suitable in the story in bracket and in bold at where they should start. If you find it troublesome to play the music or do not have the game, then ignore them.
About Fate/Memoirs: Aside from the usual chaptering, Fate/Memoirs will have sub chapters detailing flashback of the sixth Holy Grail War as the current events in the story takes place during the seventh war. The sub chapters tell a completely different story on their own and are NOT in chronological order so no complaining.
Day One, Morning: Two Servants
8/01
(The end of Reminiscence)
The moon stood high as the old grandfather clock in the living room struck midnight, sending out a ghostly ring that sounded throughout the neighborhood. Eerie was the sound, able to send the mind of any human who heard it into paranoia of the supernatural.
But for Shun Takeru, it was a soothing sound. Just by hearing it his concentration increased, and magic flowed smoothly into his body. He did not want to do this, but ever since the battle ended six months ago, he had been finding a way back into the war.
The magic flowed onto the magic circle drawn on the floor of the garage. Six katana pointed towards the centre, each positioned on each edge of the double triangular star. A plush lion and a seventh sheathed katana lay in front of him. The room wasn't lit, but, as the magic current flowed into the circle, it resonated with dim blue lights.
It was the perfect condition for summoning the strongest Servant for the Holy Grail War. Although he was already a Master and had his own Servant, he needed more for the plan to work.
The Holy Grail War is a war that has lasted over hundreds of years. It is a battle where seven chosen Servants are summoned by magus who will then become Master's. The Masters and Servants compete for the ultimate prize; the Holy Grail, said to be able to grant any wish of the victor, hence the name. Servants; spirit of Heroes turned into Familiar, all with a wish needed to be granted by the Grail. The Masters summon the Servants, and when six Servants are eliminated, the Grail takes form and the last one standing will hold it.
He picked up the plush lion and raised it up. When he released it, instead of falling, the toy floated above his head.
He picked up the seventh sheathed katana and held it up, as if offering a gift to the gods.
The plush lion acted as a catalyst between the summoned and Shun. Shun was the catalyst between the lion and the blade. The blade was the catalyst between Shun and the six other katana and the katana were catalyst between the magic circle and the blade.
The seven katana were all powerful magical artifacts, containing their own set of energy. With this high number of magical power flowing through the complicated summoning circuit, and with plush toy, an item of value to the heroic spirit, he was ninety-nine percent sure the Summoning would go his way. It had to…
(Into the Night)
He closed his eyes, concentrating on the task at hand. Mentally, he spoke the words that would start the summoning.
The dexterity of Gaia…
The handle of the sheathed katana glowed green.
The endurance of Earth…
The scabbard glowed brown. The two lights shot up, towards the toy.
The strength of Fire…
The katana to his north glowed red and shot a line of magically charged energy at the one in his hands.
The flow of Water…
The katana to his northeast glowed blue and shot.
The agility of Lightning…
The one to southeast glowed yellow and repeated the process.
The blessing of Wind…
The katana behind glowed grey.
The pathway of Darkness…
Southwest glowed black.
The guidance of Light…
Northwest, the last one glowed white.
He tried hard to contain the uncountable amount of magic flowing into his body. His magic circuit, the thing in all magi that allows them to do magic, was overflowing. But he had to hold it there until the summoning was complete. I'm an Enhancer for God's sake! He cursed himself for showing weakness.
But he held his ground. He lost count of how long he had been there. It felt like months, maybe even years. When he felt his hand burn, he knew the summoning had succeeded. A new set of command spells had just appeared on his right hand. But his job wasn't over yet. He held his left hand up and shoved the already existing command spell into the flow of magic over him.
But as soon as he touched the current, he felt himself being flung back and passed out before he could even touch the ground.
XXX
(Tender Scenery)
Awakening to the sound of voices and the sight of flaming red, Shun Takeru opened his eyes. The one that had been with him for the past six months Rogue, knelt by his side, ready to help his Master.
Behind him was the Servant Saber. The same one who he was told had fought in the fourth and fifth Grail War. She stood there, looking dumbfounded by what had transcended, holding the plush lion in her hands. Her hair was golden, her eyes green, her body armor silver, extending only to a pair of gauntlets and tasset and the noble dress beneath it was a shade of blue.
"You're an idiot." Rogue criticized him for the reckless summoning. All Shun could manage was a weak smile.
The spiky red headed servant Rogue looked no older than Shun; around seventeen or so. He'd looked like that since the first time they met. He doesn't wear armor like Saber. Instead, he wore a casual blue shirt and black jeans. A Servant summoned by accident during the last war, he has been both Shun's sword and close friend during the past six months.…
Memoir in…
2/02
(THIS ILLUSION piano ver.)
What…?
Being trapped in the darkness, he chased the shadow in front of him. The exit further front is pouring out bright light, giving the figure in front of him form. Blast it! He mentally cursed himself. The figure in front of him disappeared and the exit was slowly closing.
You can't fight…?
He tried to speed up but the emptiness of the void held him back. The power of the Grail didn't help either. It insisted on keeping the rogue back.
No problem…
The Servant thought back to his past; the things he wanted to do and did, and all of the harm it caused him. He needed to go back. He needed to prevent it from happening again. He couldn't save them then. He had to make up for it now.
…I'll fight for you.
Darn it, darn it, DARN IT! He continued cursing his speed, racing through eternal darkness; he reached out his right hand, as if to grasp the light…
…and he made it.
(The Golden King)
He quickly placed his left hand on solid ground, and drew his rapier with his right. In a kneeling position, he charged forward and deflects a sword targeted at an injured teen leaning against the wall. Taking a defensive stance, he glared at the opponent he faced; A wall between the enemy and his injured Master.
He had been summoned to a large, dark empty basement of sort. The only source of light was a single bulb dangling from the centre of the ceiling, swaying left and right and making their shadows dance.
His opponent was a Rider class servant. Rider tightened the grip on his weapon; a large silver trident with sharp blades instead of prongs. A bronze ring is looped into the side of one of the blades.
A bandana is wrapped around his forehead, two centimeters above his black eyes and his black hair is tied in a long ponytail. He wore a traditional pale yellow light Chinese armor with a set of partially elevated shoulder pads, full body cloth armor and golden cloth boots with dragons embroidered curling from his ankle up to his shin. The most magnificent part of his set was the tasset, made from an unknown flexible metal with a jade belt, embedded with eight jewels of different colors.
Rider readied a stance had him holding his fork parallel to the ground.
"Another one?" Rider's Master exclaimed, brown eyes wide with confusion. His master was wearing long black school pants and white buttoned up school shirt. He'd gelled his blue hair to the side, which gave him the look of a smart, sophisticated young man. "But that's impossible, all seven Servants have been summoned, you should not exist!"
"Well, I guess that makes me a Rogue Servant then." Rogue replied coolly.
Rider's Master grit his teeth, his legs were numbed from his fight and his magical energy was nearly completely drained from the summoning. "Rider, we're going."
Rider obeyed, and lowered his weapon. Rogue does the same. He watched as Rider quickly swept his Master off his feet and fled.
Once the enemies left, he turned to face the silver haired teen, who was slumped down onto the floor. Shun Takeru held onto his left shoulder with his right hand, both of which was red with blood a small amount of blood, and both of his sleeves were burned. He was wearing the same kind of uniform Rider's Master wore. The silver hair, which was once a jumbled mess, now flowed down his forehead neatly from the weight of the sweat, covering his eyes. His black eyes darker than his surroundings looked up through vines of silver locks.
(New Dawn)
"What?" Rogue asked rebelliously.
"Hah!" Shun gave a small, painful laugh, and spat a mouthful of blood over his left shoulder. He looked down at his bleeding arms.
"You can't fight?" Shun was caught by the sudden change in the voice, now filled with a pinch of kindness and concern. "No problem…" Shun looked up and saw the Servant extending his right arm. "…I'll fight for you."
He let out his last bit of hesitation and took his Servant's hand…
…Memoir out…
(Madder Red Town)
They sat around the living room. An hour had passed since the summoning, which took an hour itself; the grandfather clock read two in the morning. Shun got up and walked into the conjoining kitchen to the right to get tea. Saber sat at the table, without her armor, the plush lion by her side. Rogue glared at the Playstation Two beside the small television to his left and a look of temptation flashed across his face.
You're only allowed to play it when I'm at school!
That was what Shun told him, and, when he recalled that, his face puffed up with discontent.
Saber stared at him blankly, intrigued by his reaction. She wanted to ask if what he had said to Shun in the garage had been true.
I've called Emiya and he's agreed to let us stay at his place for the next few weeks.
If what the Servant had said was true, she was about to be reunited with someone near and dear to her. She switched her attention to Shun, who had come back with a tray; on it were three cups and a small kettle.
He poured three cups and served them accordingly. He then sat down; fully focused on recovering the magical energy he had lost during the summoning. He had changed from his sweaty school uniform into casual clothing, a green tee-shirt with brown cargo pants. His silver hair was now washed, dried and again naturally messy. Shun caught Rogue's longing stare at the game console.
"You can only play that when I'm in school." He strictly reminded him.
Rogue was obviously not happy, but he obeyed anyway, but not without giving Shun a piece of his mind. "You're an ass."
(Midnight Interval)
The clock strikes three. Shun fell asleep at the table. Having told Saber that they will leave for the Emiya household at five, they should get some rest. But she was too excited and did not bother to return to her spirit form for rest. Rogue was up with her, still glaring at the game console as if it was the greatest evil on Earth.
After a few good minutes, she snapped out of her self induced trance and managed to ask her question. "Rogue, was it?"
"Yeah," Rogue turns to look at her. "Is there something you need, Saber?"
"Only answers."
He closed his eyes, opened them, and closed them again, thinking of how to phrase his answer.
Finally, his eyes opened and he said, "You're currently in the midst of the Seventh Holy Grail War, or should I say the start. It has been half a year since the last war and a year and a half since the fifth. I am the Servant Rogue, an accidental summoning during the Sixth Holy Grail War and this is our Master, Shun Takeru, the victor of the last war."
"A year and a half! Please do not lie to me Servant Rogue. I cannot cooperate with you in the battles ahead if I cannot trust you." Saber replied, angry, but attempted to keep her voice down to prevent Shun from waking up. "Please to not forget, I am a veteran in the war. The fifth war was an exception to have begun prematurely but do you expect me to believe that the past two wars have been so as well? And in such short amount of time?"
Rogue silenced her with one hand. This act surprised her, as her body followed and she kept her silence. After her experience in the fifth war, she had gained a new ability Free Will (C+) meaning she was able to do things of her own will unless it was an emotionally fueled or strengthened command by her Master. But here she was, being held back by a single action from a Servant.
"As you remember, you destroyed the Holy Grail, not once, but twice. But both times, only the body was destroyed. You have not been able to break the contents of the Grail. The amount of magic within the Grail is stored each time and carried over to the next war and as the amount increases, the intervals between each battle decreases." Rogue explained.
"So what is inside the Holy Grail? From what I know, it is the evil of all humanity."
"You are partially right. What is in the Grail is the Eighth Servant class, Avenger."
"If it is a Servant, all we need to do is destroy him, right? But how can the evil of humanity been granted the title of a heroic spirit?"
"It's not that simple, Saber." Rogue made waving motion with his hand to justify. "Avenger, as a human, was not evil. He was merely what the people of his time chose as the source of evil. At that time, their beliefs were messed up. They believed if one person was chosen as the source of evil, it would make everyone else good and pure. He is a normal being who was burden with six billion people's sin. He is an anti-hero, borne from the people's wish for an evil entity. Their wish for Angra Mainyu."
"The Persian God of Darkness…"
Rogue nodded. "That's right. He was summoned by accident during the Third Holy Grail War, and has tainted the contents with the wish of six billion people for evil. Thus, Angra Mainyu now resides in the Grail. And we can't destroy Avenger because he has already returned to the void, thanks to the effort of his reformed heart and his partner Bazett Fraga McRemitz."
"Then why are things not over?"
"Because when Avenger left, the wish stayed, and the spirit of Angra Mainyu continued to reside in the Grail. According to Illyasviel, Angra Mainyu now resides in the Great Holy Grail in the cavern under Ryudo temple, the magic that links the Holy Grail to its power." Rogue took a sip of the now cold tea and continued his explanation. "It's more like sorcery, if you ask me. Waver Velvet - or should I say - Lord El-Melloi II, Master of Rider in the fourth war dismantled the remaining physical form of the Holy Grail after each of the following wars but is unable to destroy the core, the Great Holy Grail."
"So what's left for us now is…"
"To destroy the Great Holy Grail." Came Shun's awakened voice.
The clock chimed again, now at four. Shun stood and went upstairs to get his bags. He ordered the two to go outside to wait for him.
"Is he always so serious like that?" Saber asked.
"No." Rogue replied, "Shun is usually very carefree, but when he uses magic of the amount needed to summon you, he tends to lock down his emotions to conserve energy."
"He is an odd one."
Rogue remained silent day outside the modern two stories building on the outskirt of Fuyuki City. His Master, his friend, has been through more than one can imagine. That night, he lost someone dear to evil.
…Memoir in…
2/16
(Ever-present Feeling)
He stopped running. The sight in front of him made him wanted to regurgitate blood. He held it down. It was not that disgusting or horrible, but the amount of magical energy that came from it was overwhelming. The black mud gushed out from the pond behind Ryudo Temple. A towering mass of black slime protruded out of the water, its tentacles swinging. In its centre, its heart, it once held Shirou Emiya; who had attempted to use the magic circuit he created within himself to form the Holy Grail.
Now, Emiya lay behind Rogue's silver haired Master, unconscious, his naked body covered only by a black cloak. In his place, in the heart of the grotesque monster was a girl. A kind blue haired girl he had come to know. Her ponytail undone, her long hair flowed wildly around her beautiful face.
Shun was crying, he could tell. He loved her with everything he had. His swords lay around him, out of magic and out of help. He had come to save Shirou, thinking they had a chance with the help of the magical swords. But the girl had saved both of them instead.
She looked up with her remaining strength, and with the same gentle voice they had become so fond of, addressed Shun; "Finish it."
Rogue was crying. He wanted to move but could not. The magic barrier held him back. Caster was holding the line behind him, trying her best to keep the enemies at bay.
"Kill me." The voice of Yuki Suzuki.
The only reason Rogue could hear it was because his Master had heard it too.
Shun's hands lit up. Magic flowed into them. His tears fell uncontrollably; he knew there was no other way. He commanded the eighth element, and it flowed into his fists.
He took one step, an initial slow movement. It changed into a jog, before it became a mad dash. The black muck swung its tentacles at him. Shun dodged the boneless limbs with ease. He blocked another tentacle with his left hand; the power of the enhancement disappeared soon after.
He neared it, and jump jumped at an impossible height. His tears still fell. He will regret it for the rest of his life, he was sure of it. But he will do it, for it is her wish.
…I will be your Grail…
His enhanced right fist went through her heart and into the true heart of the slime. His hand burned, but Yuki was there, and she smiled at him.
…I'll bring peace…
He made a promise, unbreakable by any form of magic no matter how strong. He kissed her goodbye, and opened his fist. He charged up all the energy he could muster, and felt Yuki supplying him with her own.
…If you wish it…
Their lips parted, and he released everything he had into the beast. When he wakes up, the Grail will be destroyed again. There will be peace again, even if it was only for a short period of time. But the price would have already been paid and he will have to live with it. All that sadness and regret…
…I'll do it…
…Memoir out…
Shun closes the golden locket with her face inside. The one who disappeared saving him. Two out of seven Servants… Caren Ortensia, the overseer for the past two wars said that if seven Servants were gathered, the Great Holy Grail could be destroyed forever and the ritual known as the Holy Grail War could be permanently stopped.
Rogue, Saber and Rider as well. Butthat's not enough. Four more must be gathered.
He knew that the Servants and Masters in this war may not cooperate. He had to make them, someway, somehow. Even if he couldn't accomplish it in this war, he would wait for the next. He would keep waiting.
(Midnight Interval)
He gathered the remaining of his personal belongings and stuffed them into his bag. He took a second sling bag from his cabinet to put the Playstation and takes one last fleeting look at his empty room before heading downstairs again.
Rogue and Saber were waiting outside on the front porch, ready to go as they have nothing to pack. Rogue gives Shun a thumb up and he nods back.
The seven katana he used earlier in the summoning ritual appeared around him in their respective sheaths, coated with light. Two positioned themselves across his back in a cross, and two at his waist. Two more were crossed at the small of his back, similar to how medieval bandits kept their daggers.
The last set, the Sheath of Earth and the Blade of Gaia floated in midair on the left side of his waist.
He always made sure to check that everything was there. Sometimes, after completing a major spell, he would be unable to summon all his swords at will and, if they were too far from him, he wouldn't be able to call for them at all.
The two Servants turned into spirit form and disappeared into the early morn. Shun caught an early morning cab to the city and, after entrusting the driver with directions, fell asleep in the back seat.
XXX
(Tender Scenery)
The fridge was now empty, and Sakura Matou had left for her morning practice.
His legal guardian, Fugimura Taiga, had called earlier to say she couldn't make it for breakfast as she usually did, as the school board was having an inspection today. This made it all the more easier for him, saving him the trouble of calling her to call in sick for school. She accepted it without questions and he was grateful for it.
"Can we eat yet, Shirou?" Asked the girl sitting at the living room table, the food had all been laid out before her. It made her drool.
Shirou kept the leftover ingredients, went over to his adopted sister and put a hand on her head. "Not yet Ilya, they should be here soon, so just hold on a little longer."
The girl with the long snowy hair pouted, which only made Shirou smile.
Illyasviel von Einzbern, the once to be vessel of the Holy Grail during the Fifth Holy Grail War. She was saved by Shirou and Saber before Fuji-nee and Shirou decided to adopt her into the Emiya household.
Even though she looked nine, she was actually slightly older than Shirou, but due to the distorted growth rate of being a Homunculus, she looked younger. It didn't change her heart, however, and she acted just like any nine years old would. She still wore the same purple shirt and white frilled skirt she wore a year and a half ago, saying it was her favorite, and refusing to get rid of it.
Shirou Emiya, however, had grown considerably. He was physically stronger now and even though he was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, his muscles were visible. His orange-red hair was neater, though still spiky. He favored black jeans to match the white shirt.
A knock on the door made him get up. He walked out into the hallway to the door and…
"Hi Shirou!"
(Today's Meal)
"AH!" He fell back as the door burst open. Rin Thosaka, with her long black hair stood there, in a red long-sleeved shirt and long maroon skirt.
Shun and Rogue stood behind her, laughing at the scene, and at Rin's enthusiasm. "Sorry man, looks like I picked up some baggage along the way." Shun explained for the attendance of the third guest.
Rin drew in close to his face, "Who are you calling baggage?" making Shun retreat a few steps.
Rogue closed in behind her. The Servant emitted his menacing, over-protective aura. Rin tensed up and slowly backed off, allowing Shun to catch his breath again.
(Time Together)
To Shirou, it felt like things had never really changed. In a way, he was glad they didn't. It felt natural, enjoying simple everyday events like this. But he knew it wasn't going to last. He watched as the trio argued amongst themselves as to why Thosaka was considered baggage, much to Shirou's amusement. That was until…
"SHIROU!" Came Ilya's annoyed scream. "It's been over an hour, can we eat now?!"
The group stopped their argument, as if remembering why they were there in the first place and a sense of seriousness swept through the air.
Food…
Shun rushed in, for knowing Shirou; he would have surely cooked his favorite dish. Rin, Rogue and Shirou followed in after. They entered the living room, and the mountain of food sprawled over the table tempted even Rin to a certain degree.
"LIVER!" Shun yelled out with joy as he spied a plate, especially made for him laid in one of the corners. He slides to a seat beside Ilya, both of them ready to eat. That is, until their eyes met, and the hostile static sparkled between the two.
"Over grown barbeque." Ilya threw the first blow.
"Bite-sized snow-cone machine," Shun countered.
The four stood at the door, staring at the duo of doom. Shun's childlike nature had fully returned. It seemed as if that nap on the cab was all that he needed.
"He's a really odd one."
Shirou replied instinctively, "Tell me about it, Saber."
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"SABER!"
(Cut Music)
The knight was wearing her casual clothing; a cute white collar shirt with blue ribbon around the neck, a knee length blue skirt and black stockings. She was blushing furiously for some reason. Rin was equally shocked to see her. She had been remaining in her spirit form so no one would notice her.
Shirou took a step closer to her. "Shirou?" Saber asked nervously. And then he hugged her.
(Ever-present Feeling)
"Y-you're real right?" Shirou closed his arms tighter around her. "I'm not dreaming?"
She returned the embrace, wrapping her hands around his back. It was like that night, one year and six months ago, just with less blood. But it felt the same, it felt warm.
"I'm back," she said gently.
"I missed you."
May your dream continue…
…Memoir in…
2/07
(The end of Reminiscence)
It was a night with a full moon. The girls had all gone to bed, and Rogue was on watch. Shun sat on the front porch, contemplating his feelings for the girl in the room behind him. She said that she loved him. He, on the other hand, didn't know how to reply to that.
Shirou moved in to take a seat beside him. "You alright?"
"No. I'm messed up." Shun replied, without hesitation. "She says she likes me. I don't know what to say to that."
"You like her too, don't you?"
"Yeah, but-"
"You're afraid?"
"Yeah."
There was silence. The crickets sang their midnight melody as if to entertain the quiet. Shirou spoke again.
"Now that I know what would have happened, do you know what I would have done with Saber?" Shun said nothing. "I would have told her that I loved her earlier. Life is short Shun, not just yours, but everyone else's as well. I would have traded anything just for an extra day with Saber."
Shun looked up towards the moon. A cloud shifted and partially covered the moonlight.
"Spend more time with her," Shirou continued. "You never know when it might end."
"Or begin again."
"Huh?"
"Maybe, just maybe, all everyone needs is just a new beginning."
…Memoirs out…
(Today's Meal)
Breakfast was fairly eventful. While Shun argued with Ilya over who got the last piece of fish, Saber swiftly took it from under their noses, causing quite a commotion. Ilya threatened to stuff her chopsticks up Shun's nose if he didn't give her the fish he had taken earlier and Shun mockingly ate it on the spot.
Shirou and Saber left for some alone time outside before everyone else finished and, with the head of the house gone, things got even crazier.
The atmosphere between Rin and Rogue grew tenser by the moment. Those two have had that rivaling static ever since they first met. Rin was terribly afraid of Rogue for some reason. It seemed as if he knew something about her that she didn't want people finding out.
Once Shirou left, Rin was so tense that she clumsily knocked over her miso soup and spilled her tea all over the table, something which was very out of character. Rogue just sat there, staring at the scene; his expression remained stoic though an aura of hidden glee emitted from him.
Ilya and Shun continued to argue over the fish until the clock struck eleven and Shirou and Saber returned. Everyone helped with the cleaning after the meal before settling down around the table again.
(Surrounded by Smiling Faces)
"First off," Shirou asked. "Rin, why are you here? Aren't you part of the Magic Association now? " Shun could tell he was just trying to avoid the question as to why Saber was there.
"Being part of the Association doesn't mean I can't visit my home town you know. Besides, I'm sure I could pull a few strings so I can help out in this war. I have to see this through to the end too you know." Rin answered with a strict attitude, befitting a principle. "And what do you think you'd achieve? Avoiding the real question like that?"
Shirou sat straight up, realizing he was caught. "Uh…I don't know what you're talking about, Thosaka."
"Well, you can play dumb all you like but I'll just explain it anyway." Shun started, ignoring Shirou's attempt at covering up the obvious. "Rin explained to me during the last war that, when a hero dies, he or she will be so called eligible to be summoned for the duration of one Holy Grail War. But since Saber has not died yet when she fought during your war, I thought I might give it a shot at summoning her."
Rogue grabs Shun's bag from him and reached into it before pulling out and throwing the plush lion back to Saber. "We used that as a catalyst to summon her."
Shirou looked from the plush lion, to Saber, to the lion then finally to Shun, only to have Ilya steal his line.
"That was pretty smart, Barbeque Boy."
"Thank you, Ice Princess."
Static electricity coursed through their stare, but was interrupted when Rin cleared her throat loudly. "Now, if you're finished, can we get back to business? Shirou, Shun, Saber, come with me."
Shun got up readily but Saber and Shirou merely stared at her, confused. In the end they followed them anyway.
Author's end note: Yeah, I know this chapter was felt kinda rushed but I didn't want to make a prologue which is longer than the rest of the chapters. I had to cover the events between midnight till dawn as well since it is technically part of morning. The other chapters will be much more detailed, that, I can promise you. And props goes to my Beta Enslavement Thesis who've helped fix up all the grammar mistakes you guys been talking bout.