This is a fanfic based off of an RP i once did on an online forum. Please gimme some constructive reviews so i can improve on the next chapters.
It was night….
The air had turned a little chilly, devoid of any humidity and heat. Winter had fully set in this abandoned warehouse, not far from the industrial district of Fuyuki city. The warehouse which housed the magic circle was massive in size, but lied somewhat in ruins, with debris scattered all over. The full moon's pale light pooled out from holes in the ceiling and onto the stone floor.
Through the light of the moon, a figure moved silently in the darkness. He moved with precision and purpose, moving a piece of chalk across the floor of the warehouse as if he were painting the floor like an artist's canvas.
He continued to move for what must have been at least an hour, making sure every detail was spot on. He could not afford a single mistake at this stage. Everything had to be absolutely perfect.
After going over it again and again, the figure stood up and stared over at the engraving on the floor, admiring his handiwork. He had drawn the perfect magic circle. At least, he hoped it was perfect, he had checked it enough.
He looked over the magic circle again, visually inspecting the lines from where he was standing. There was nothing more he could do to it, so now came the moment of truth.
The figure let out a deep breath before clasping his hands together. Now it was time to begin the ritual. He had memorised the incantation the night before, as to be sure he would remember it. After a second, he placed his hand over the magic circle.
The circle began to glow with an intense light that filled the entirety of the warehouse. The ritual had activated. Now all that was left was to recite the incantation.
"...Let thy body rest under my dominion, let my fate rest in thy blade.
If thou submitteth to the call of the Holy Grail, and if thou wilt obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond.
I make my oath here.
I am that person who is become the virtue of all Heaven.
I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades.
Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words,
come past thy restraining rings, and be thou the hands that protect the balance-!"
The magic circle began to intensify and concentrate all of its energy into the centre. The energy began to grow more and more powerful, before the power released itself.
The force of the energy sent Evan flying back from the magic circle and into a pile of nearby rubble. After a couple of seconds, he looked up again and focused on the centre of the magic circle.
The light began to die down and the smoke began to clear, revealing a silhouette standing tall and proudly at the centre of the circle. After a few seconds of pure silence, the silhouette stepped into the light of the moon, revealing a tall and powerful looking man.
The man was clothed in blue and white garb not of this age, with a golden decoration running across and under his blond hair. The bottoms of his robes were emblazoned with the word "Hope". He had a majestic and powerful prescence about him, an air that made him somewhat otherworldy.
The figure slowly scanned across the room from left to right, taking in the dilapidated surroundings. His gaze turned to another man, staring back at him awe. The man was slightly shorter than himself, wearing a dark jacket and black trousers. His silver hair reflected the light slightly.
After locking eyes, the blonde figure spoke clearly and loudly.
"I am a servant of the saber class, and I have come in response to your summons." He took another step forward and placed his left hand onto the hilt of the massive sword he carried with him.
"I must ask you." He stopped, his gaze fixed on the silver haired man in front of him." Are you my master?"
The silver haired figure stood for a moment in awe of the majestic warrior. He considered himself lucky that he had summoned such a strong and righteous servant. But he didn't have time to gawk, so he regained his composure and responded to the man's question.
"I am Evan Simperheve, thank you for responding to my summoning." Evan thanked the man who called himself Saber.
"Well met, Evan Simperheve. With this our contract is complete." Saber stood in front of his new master and got down on one knee. "May my sword bring you victory in this holy grail war."
Evan felt a sharp pain coming from his left hand and winced slightly. He turned his palm over and looked on the back of his hand. A marking that slightly resembled a tribal tattoo inhabited the back of his left hand. These were the command seals he had heard about, a necessary tool for a master in the manipulation of his servant. He could only use it three times before he would lose control of his servant, so he would have to conserve them.
Saber rose back to his knees and took another quick look around the area.
"Master" He began. "Since it is our first night, I believe we should begin immediately by surveying the area."
Evan nodded to his servant. Knowledge would be half the battle, but an important half nonetheless. Evan led the way for his servant, stepping over the dust and debris of the warehouse.
With his new servant in tow, Evan Simperheve disappeared into the night. He had a strong servant, perhaps the strongest of all, but anything could happen in this holy grail war…
