So I decided that the only way im going to get anything done is if I make chapters small(by that I mean about 7-8 pages) it will come out sooner and stuff. Sage is not out since I need it long to make myself satisfied while sovereign is stumping me.
Anyways stories like this will be easier since I have more of a guide to follow and don't need to create too much new and original things.
Also I found some influence in this by reading other stories on Shirou being summoned, those cross overed with familiar of zero for one like Hill of Swords or Miracle of Zero. But I think mine will be unique, be warned. If you expect a strictly one route canon Shirou, you may not like this story.
Chapter 1 is a go.
He was content.
Why wouldn't he be? After all, years and years had passed since his death.
He was reunited with her. The miracles had happened. He had searched endlessly, and she had waited endlessly.
He reached his ideal. He was a hero of justice. He saved and saved and saved.
He knew what his ending would be. Yet he continued on with no regrets.
They havestayed together for who knows how long within their paradise. It was only them two, and they were content nevertheless.
He achieved many things in life. With the assistance of others he gained the chance to save those of other words.
And thus his life was one of saving, saving, and saving.
But no longer was he used as a hero of justice. Of a sword of justice.
Now he was sheathed, no longer to be needed.
His life was one of being a sword, being wielded as if a thousand swords.
He held no purpose other than to save, but now- he was content not being wielded.
And yet, what would he feel if he were to be put to use again. Shirou didn't know the answer and didn't think he wanted to.
The two were relaxed and gazed upwards.
He began to feel a pull, startled by the new sensation, he jumped up a little.
She was pulled up with him, her arms around his.
Seconds were passing, and the pull was getting stronger. There was a realization at what was happening for the two.
He nodded to her. She smiled back. No words were ever truly necessary for them. They had an unbreakable bond.
In the end, he would continue saving when called upon. She would not hold him back from his purpose.
And in the end. All was fine. Because she would wait for him.
"I'll be back soon."
"I know you will."
And thus he disappeared.
For he was summoned by someone that was in need of saving.
And as a servant, he shall deliver.
Phila gazed outwards in caution and anger.
Ylisse was being attacked by that mad Gangrel. His right hand Aversa was leading the assault. At this rate they would lose the battle and the exalt.
They were running out of options.
She wished she had the ability to turn back time and ensure the beloved exalt not come back for her people. At this rate Lady Emmeryn would surrender to lessen the damages.
Hopefully Phila's backup plan would work.
It was simple...in a way that it would theoretically work in the best case scenario where everything goes right.
A heroic spirit, a servant. That's what they would need, something to turn the tides.
She knocked away an arrow with her lance, she has long since lost her Pegasus in the battle.
Returning to her thoughts, if she got her exalt to summon a servant their win was guaranteed since the other army would become discouraged against one. It was widely known how much stronger servants are to those with the knowledge of them.
But there were several problems.
1. It would take a great amount of power that she hoped Emmeryn would have.
2. She would have hope to hope that the servant was terrifying powerful. Enough to push the army back.
3. Her grace had rejected the idea once already.
It was unfortunate but Emmeryn believed that summoning a servant would be dishonorable to said servant. They would be removed from whatever afterlife they had into a war to fight for another.
A sad fate for them to meet. Her grace would say.
And yet behind her back, Phila ordered mages to inscribe the servant summoning circle.
In the end Phila decided, better to ask forgiveness than permission
Just as she was rounding up her thoughts, the person in her thoughts appeared behind her.
"Phila, please tell the troops to retreat" she had a neutral tone, but Phila had known her long enough to detect the sadness.
There have been enough lives lost today.
"M'lady. We still... We still have one last option. One to ensure the life lost today are not in vain."
Emmeryn seemed to detect where this was going. "Philla you know my feelings on this."
"M'lady please! We are at war now! The mad king has attacked us directly to out kingdom, our capital no less! He has not attempted to hide it in the least." Philla was getting desperate, she wanted to protect Emmeryn, she promised.
"I plead you M'lady. Summon a servant. If it's you, I'm sure that a wise and peaceful servant shall heed your call."
Emmeryn still did not want to do this. Summoning a servant was akin to disturbing the dead she thought. And yet one was necessary. Her trusted friend and guard had a point. There was no doubt that they were once more at war with Plegia.
She was a sister before an exalt, and an exalt before all else.
She wanted her sister and her brother to live long and peacefully. As an exalt it was her duty to ensure her kingdoms prospered. And if it was war, then if it was required to summon a servant. She would.
Her opinion did not matter because her people, her family. Came before her.
She began the words that she learned when she was young.
The moment they were discovered, royal families would teach down the summoning words for emergencies. Her father had broken family word when he summoned a bloodthirsty servant against Plegia. And the clash of the two servants had killed both kings and a great many others.
Philla quickly ordered one of her subordinates to bring the captain and the exalt to the top of the castle. There was a large balcony on the highest castle wall with a circle hidden.
I hereby propose
Thou shalt come under my command
and thy sword shalt control my fate
Abiding by the summons of the Holy Grail
If thou accedest to this will and reason, answer me
I hereby swear
I am all that is good in the eternal world
I am the disposer of all that is evil in the entire world
Thee, seven days clad in the Divine Trinity
Come forth from the circle of constraint
Guardian of the Heavens
Accedest to me, and my fate shalt become thy sword!
The summoning circle began to glow, it was giving an aura of power. Wind was rushing around.
Suddenly a figure was rising from the ground.
Emmeryn's thoughts filled her chant.
Saved. She wants to be saved. She wants to save her people. She wants to save Plegia. She wants to save her family.
Save others.
Save others.
Save others.
Her thoughts were not to save herself but instead to save others.
Her thoughts acted as her tool.
The summoning circle began to glow, it was giving an aura of power. Wind was rushing around.
Suddenly a figure was rising from the ground.
His body was clad in white sharp armor resemblant of a newly made sword. The armor itself extended to his lower body as well, strangely enough, the armor seemed purposely made to cover his entire body sans the arm and there was no room for a helmet. The white color of the armor was filtered with crimson red lines on his torso.
His left arm had a black metal layered-or segmented- armor in a downward V pattern from his shoulder to the arm. His right arm was wrapped in a mix of blue and red cloth except for his calloused fingers. He wore a simple overcoat the color of blue that covered the back and sides of the armor.
"By thy summonings I come forth. I am Servant Berserker. I ask this of my Master. Step forward and let the contract be completed." A powerful voice rang out.
Those present were awed by the servant.
Phila looked hopeful at what was to come and the ever forgettable face of the Pegasus Rider was shocked at the legend come to life.
Emmeryn had merely wide eyes to show her awe.
Regardless she followed her servants order/request.
His eyes colored gold analyzed his new master.
Emmeryn weathered his eyes without complaint before feeling a harsh prick on her arm.
Pushing up her sleeve she saw a red mark on her hand. It was the exalt symbol in 3 parts. The difference was that the prongs sticking out on the bottom curved line were no longer connected and would act as the third seal.
"I see, the contract is now established. As I said before, I am Servant Berserker and henceforth I am the blade that shall cut down your enemies, our fates are now connected for the remainder of our contract."
Emmeryn only now began to think about what he said.
Servant Berserker.
That seemed also impossible and maybe even discouraging.
There were 7 servant classes to be summoned.
Saber, Lancer, and Archer of the Knight Classes.
Rider, Caster, Assassin and Berserker of the Cavalry Classes.
Each class had their own perks are characteristics.
The Knight Classes seemed to be the most obvious for her alongside Caster (after all she WAS a sage) since the Knights would no doubt be full of valor and honor. It was not impossible for her to summon her legendary ancestors due to her blood.
A Rider seemed unlikely but still possible if her bloodline was a catalyst, some of her ancestors rode into battle after all.
These classes seemed to fit the most because of Emmeryn's own legendary ancestors who could answer her call for help in this time of need.
Emmeryn felt she would definitely not get Assassin, said servant seemed to be against her morals, same with a Berserker.
And yet she summoned a Berserker, what does that say about her?
How could she have the servant called The Mad Warrior?
But as she analyzed said warrior…. the servant did not seem to have the slightest hint of madness to him.
At all.
She did not comprehend why this was but perhaps as time went on she would understand her servant better.
Her servant began to talk once more, gazing out of the castle to the attack.
"Ho~~~. It seems I've been summoned by quite the troublesome master. That is quite the army that is attacking." As he said that he seemed amused almost.
The man was looking out to where the attack was. The defense of the Ylisseans would fall soon.
Emmeryn bowed deeply, "Please Berserker, I ask that you help save my people." She didn't know why but the gaze seemed almost approving."
"Ah, but of course Master, for I am your Servant, and an enemy of yours is a target of me." His words cut through the air.
He then pulled out what was definitely the largest bow she has ever laid eyes on. It was bigger than the man's body!
It was a simple and sleek black bow which he held in his left hand.
He began to pull back the string where no arrow was notched.
This puzzled his audience.
The unimportant Pegasus rider was so unimportant that her opinion did not matter.
Phila seemed almost insulted at what he was doing and opened her mouth.
Emmeryn kept quiet and put her faith in the servant she summoned.
It was hard to expect him to hit any target at the distance they were at, especially with no arrow notched, but he was a Legendary Spirit, so perhaps he had a trick up his sleeve?
As the string was pulled back all the way the man kept it steady and breathed deeply.
"My core is twisted in madness."
A sword appeared in the perverted form of an arrow.
Power almost seemed to leak out of the weapon even more as it changed appearance.
The arrow, the sword, whatever it was. Had shot out as if a star.
A streak of light was the only indication that it had passed by before connecting with its target.
BOOM!
Emmeryn winced at the sound that appeared. It sounded very destructive and even from her current position she could see the aftermath of the weapon.
It was complete. And utter. Destruction.
The sister of two did not wish to see those who had been hit by the explosion.
Could this be why she summoned a Berserker? They were supposed to have traded their sanity for power and power on this scale must be only because he has no more sanity.
She was sad for the man, but even more so, she was scared of the power he wrought.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt her body being picked up.
"Huh?" She was less than graceful being surprised.
Her servant no longer had his bow out and was instead carrying her bridal style.
She blushed only slightly in surprise. Circumstances aside, her servant seemed quite handsome.
Said handsome servant surprised everyone by jumping off the balcony.
Clutching tightly to the Mad Servant, she was surprised to see that they were gliding almost across the air to the battlefield.
What would happen now? She wondered.
She hoped her servant would not give her too much trouble.
END CHAPTER 1
So as you can see, this Shirou is vastly different. Appearance wise, I wanted him to be a mix of a Shirou that wanted to be different than how Counter Guardian EMIYA but similar enough to show why they were the same person. The colors are meant to show his acceptance of his ideal and Archer EMIYA's ideal in its own way. The shroud on his arm is meant for a different purpose so to speak, so it isn't the same as Heaven's Feel though the color is meant to also show the previous sentence. The armor is 'white like steel' in order to show Shirou as a sword and as a Hero rather than the more anti hero EMIYA who had black armor.
If you couldn't tell, this story actually begins in the beginning where Emmeryn is initially taken to Plegia in order to be executed.
You will see more details as I go on but for now expect chapters to be out sooner (such as why Shirou is berserker and his backstory) for this one rather than the other ones due to having a complete game to base off of. That and for the longest time I have been craving fate stay night and such. Especially since I have fate grand order on my phone. Best servant I have so far is a tie between Marie and Waver Liang.
anyways
Sovreign- will be updated soon once I arrange the scenes in the right order(I have been doing them out of order.)
Sage- will be out as soon as I finish the fight scene, im trying to live up to monty oums cut scenes after all
If you haven't already done so, please check out my other stories and most certainly Miracle of Zero and Hill of Swords as I mentioned above.
Anyways please tell me what you think, favorite and follow.
This is the EternalKing, have a good day and stay great.