A/N: Well hello there, nice to see you again. This is a little something I came up with on the spot, talked over with my brother and decided to give a whack at. As for status on my other stories, this is mainly to give me a break from bashing my skull into a wall to try and get my creative juices flowing again. Of course some of you will be happy to learn that the next chapters of both my other stories are almost done. Also if you would like to be my beta, have a say in the direction my stories go, and interact with my bro and me on ideas and such, PM me and i'll get back to you as soon as possible.
Now on with the show!
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Chapter 1 - Heartfelt wish
The world was hell.
Of that he was at least sure of.
The small child, barely 8 years old, laid on his back with the inferno consuming his hometown burning around him.
Horrors without end were the only thing he knew he would see were he to turn his gaze to the ground he laid on, so instead he watched the world above.
He watched what could only be Angels smite unholy monstrosities with bat-like wings, their white wings contrasting greatly with the inferno below. Spears of light flying from the army of Golden splendor, striking down creatures whose only difference between them and Angels where their black wings that seemed to suck away light itself.
Ironic. They who were supposed to be the protectors of the innocent, caring nothing for the suffering they were causing to the humans beneath them.
As the child watched the armies continue to fight again and again, bringing more death and destruction to the humans below with every strike, He made a wish. A wish that could only be achieved by a Miracle.
It was chance that on the moon on that night was a blood moon, it was by chance that on that day the planets aligned, it was by chance that the village the factions were fighting in would one day be known as the town of Kuoh, and was situated on several ley lines.
It was by chance that the Dream was watching and heard his wish.
The Dream watched the child make an impossible wish and grinned, teeth the size of skyscrapers grinding together as the Dragon of Dragons did something that would change this world forever.
It granted the child its miracle.
Gathering its power and tapping into the quite frankly monstrous amount of Prana in the air that night, it speared through the multiverse, grabbing the essence of one Shirou Emiya, grabbing a certain Holy Grail, and forming a connection to the Black Hole that was The ROOT, and 'shoved' that power into the boy.
Perhaps one day the child could rid it of the annoyance that was the Infinite….and that troublesome Apocalypse.
For now though it would wait, the child needed to survive the process it had put upon it. Closing its eyes the Dream closed it eyes, hoping that when it awoke once more, the child would prove itself to be a beneficial experiment.
The child had lost the feeling of pain long before he had made his wish, so only felt a numbing sensation when the machinations of the Dream came full circle.
The tattered remains of the child's mind latched onto the pure power that was rushing through its body. Idly noting that even with the power flowing through the body it would day should they linger long on the battlefield.
So the Remnant did the one thing it could.
It reached out to the Grail and the Throne of heroes, picked through the hundreds of heroes and choose. Summoning 8 servants to protect it.
Unbeknownst to factions decimating each other in the skies, 8 glowing circles appeared around a child laying in the middle of a pile of burning corpses.
The last thing the child heard as he finally drifted off to the realm of dreams was several pairs of hands lifting him up, and several voices asking the same peculiar question.
"I ask of you, are you my master?"
Eight pairs of eyes studied the boy that lay on the ground in some abandoned house that had somehow escaped the inferno raging outside, well, seven pairs and a slit visor that glowed an ominous red.
The owner of a pair of stern green eyes stopped her studying of the child that she supposed was now her master, and turned her attention to the impossibility before her.
Seven other Servants were arrayed in the room before her.
Seven.
That was impossible. No force she knew of could have enough power to call down eight servants , and in peak condition at that!
Her incredulously musing were interrupted by the only servant in the room that was of equal height to their new master.
"Is mommy going to be okay?"
She only barely managed to contain her grimace. There was something inexplicably wrong with the pale-haired child that she guessed was the Assassin given that she couldn't feel her presence at all.
The child servant was answered not by herself, but by a tall man in a blue bodysuit with red eyes, a savage grin, and a red barbed lance that radiated bloodlust so palpable it would probably put any lesser being into a coma.
"Don't worry kid, the master's gonna be fine, just needs some rest is all."
While slightly unnerved by the bloodlust radiating from he man she couldn't help but agree. It appeared that the others around her did as well, if the head nods she saw were any indication.
A period of tense silence came after, each of the Servants sizing each other up, save for the black armoured berserker, and the silver-haired child-assassin wrapped in black, the berserker standing completely still, red visor glaring balefully at his master, while the child just stared at her "mommy" in concern.
The silence was broken by herself, speaking for the first time since her summoning. If they were going to protect the master, they may as well become acquainted with each other.
"My name is Arturia Pendragon, King of Britain, I have been summoned as 'Saber' in protection of the master." She herself wore a blue battle dress with white frills on the bottom, a silver chest piece and silver grieves confirming her status as a warrior. Her blond hair tied into a bun and her hands at her sides, her left grabbing an invisible weapon that would be sheathed at her hip.
She was met with several stares before her fellow servants decided to follow her lead, albeit begrudgingly.
"Heh, Cú Chulainn. Been summoned as 'Lancer', nice to meet ya Saber." Lancer had a full blue bodysuit that matched his equally blue hair, silver pauldrons on his shoulders, and teeth-like earrings. The red lance that was as tall as he was glowed menacingly. His introduction was accompanied by a savage grin as his red eyes assessed the other giving their own introductions.
"Grrrrrrraaaahhhhhrrr" The Black armoured behemoth spoke. Clad in pitch black armor that covered its whole body, ending and starting in sharp points. A visor that glowed red being the only thing not covered in armour, and a black mist that appeared from nowhere, yet surrounded the mysterious Berserker.
"I suppose that's our Berserker. Very well. I am Chiron. I have been summoned as 'Archer', it's a pleasure." Chiron appeared to be a calm-looking man, gentle like a calm sea. He wore a somewhat archaic style of dress, his long blondish hair covering his back. He was a man of somewhat delicate features clad in leather armor. He didn't seem to have his bow on him, but every servant knew he could summon it and fire an arrow faster than a human could blink.
"We are Jack, Assassin for mommy." The silver-haired assassin was garebed only in a layer of robes that prevented her body from being seen, and also adding to her presence concealment. Her aura of innocence would have fooled a human, but the other servants just regarded her carefully as she finished.
"Chiron over there already knows me, but my name is Achilles, been summoned as 'Rider'. Look forward to working with you." He had the eyes of a raptor, yet his carefree smile never left his face. He had a strong and firm build, and the lack of any appearance of crudeness. Achilles has spiky green hair that stands up save for a single bang that hung over the left side of his face, the chest piece of his armor seemed to feature a bird and an orange cloth was tied loosely around his body. A black spear leaned innocently against his right shoulder.
"Medea, summoned as 'Caster'. The women that was apparently Caster spoke with barely a hint of emotion, her black robe covered her entire body save her face which was obstructed by a hood, which only revealed her ruby lips set into a thin line. The Servants actually paying attention to the proceedings added her to the "Watch carefully for signs of treachery" list that at this point only included Assassin and Berserker.
My name is Jeanne d'Arc, I seem to have been summoned as 'Ruler'. Pardon my manners, but could one of you explain just how any of this is possible?" This beautiful women had purple eyes, and long blond hair that was tied into a massive braid. She was short in stature, wearing a purple dress that gave of more than a hint of leg. A steel waist piece painted white matched with her peculiar headpiece, gauntlets, forearms, feet, and sword strapped to her waist. In her left hand she held a spear wrapped in a white flag.
Saber would have gladly answered Ruler, if she had any answers herself. The other servants didn't speak up either. Several moments passed before Chiron spoke up, his voice hesitant.
"I'm not entirely sure myself, but i'm sure the rest of you can feel it, can't you? The throne of heroes calling us from inside this young master? I also feel a presence not un-similar to the Holy Grail. His pranan levels are astounding as well, obvious, considering he can summon all eight of us completely. Perhaps this has been performed due to outside interference?"
Let it not be said that Archer wasn't intelligent. He had apparently sensed things that herself and the others were just now sensing. Perhaps his passive ability to measure the worth of his students contributed to this? Regardless Saber agreed with his assessment of the man they now called master.
A loud boom shook the coherent Servants from their thoughts, as they collectively turned towards the window and watched the three factions rush each other once again.
"It seems like we should get the Master out of here, if we want him to live that is. That battle is getting a little too close for my liking." Said Achilles as he leaned forward to peer out the window.
He was rewarded with nods of agreement from his fellow servants and, finally moving since arriving in the house, Berserker picked up their young master surprisingly gently, and proceed to vanish in a speed that to a normal person would have appeared as teleportation.
He was accompanied by seven other bursts of speed, the Eight servant moving faster than bullets to get out of the burning village.
Soon their master would awake, and despite how some of them felt personally, they could all feel the slight eagerness that echoed through their minds and that of every soul in the throne of heroes.
It was a time of miracles after all.
A/N: Annnnnd done! Whaddya think? Like it? Love it? Leave a review and tell me what you thought! Now these heroes will be sticking around for quite some time, Shirou has to get used to his new powers first before he can start summoning new servants, and that will take quite some time, so no worries about him being OP right of the bat. If you have any Heroes you would like to suggest come up later in the story, tell me down below in the reviews or PM's and i'll see what i can do. Now i'm off to bed, see ya next chapter!
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