The Holy Grail War. A war of between seven magi, each one summoning a Heroic Spirit as a Servant. A war for the Holy Grail, an artefact of immeasurable power that has the ability to grant any wish.

The Grail was created with the collaboration of the Tohsaka, Einzbern and Makiri magus families, with the aid of the Second Magic User, Zelretch. And it was in the Fifth known Holy Grail War when this story takes place. For Zelretch has always been annoyed by the little Makiri worm and set in a failsafe in the Grail in case Makiri Zolgen found a way to survive through the ages and participate in another Grail war. And as those who know of the Magician can tell you, anyone who earns the ire of Zelretch better be prepared for mass trolling. And if anyone else was in the way of said trolling, then they can be considered collateral damage...

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Emiya Shirou cursed his luck for the fourth time that day as he leaned on the wall of the Emiya residence. He was just leaving the school, after cleaning the archery dojo as a favour to Matou Shinji, when the sounds of clashing steel caught his ear. As naive as he was, he decided to investigate. What he didn't expect to see was two spearmen, one clad in red and the other clad in blue and both wielding blood red spears, fighting each other to the death in speeds that no normal human can achieve. So, for once in his life, he decided to the sensible thing. He ran. Unfortunately, he kicked a stone and the blue clad lancer saw him.

"I was dead. But now I'm not." he muttered to himself, before giggling in relief. He didn't know how he was alive, how the massive wound in his heart was healed nor to whom the jewel he found beside him belonged to but he didn't care. For now, he was alive and that was all that matters. Of course, the blue clad lancer just had to burst through his window.

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Lancer sighed. He didn't want to hurt the kid. He was an innocent after all, and as bloodthirsty as Lancer was, he was still a Heroic Spirit.

"Sorry, kid. I tried to off you as painlessly as possible but you just had to go and survive. Well, at least you'll have the honor of being the only person who I've killed twice. Lucky you, eh?"

The kid stared at him like he was mad. Lancer just shrugged.

The spear was thrust, aimed for the kid's heart, but the brood just had to block his spear with a poster of all things.

"What?"

The brat then tried to fight him off, instead of running away. Lancer had to give the kid some credit. He wasn't too bad, after all. But Lancer was a Servant. And when a human fought against a Servant, the usual result would be—

CRASH

The kid was kicked through the window. Lancer grinned. Killing a helpless kid may not be one of his favourite things to do but fighting an opponent that can bite back would be interesting.

"Let's see what you got, kid."

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Shirou panted as he tried to run towards his workshop. He didn't know what the guy that was after him was but he sure as hell won't die without a fight. At least, not again. Ironically, his pursuer helped him get to his workshop faster by sending him flying again, landing just in front of the familiar shed. With adrenaline pumping in his veins, he managed to crawl inside, in hopes of finding a weapon of some sort.

Outside the shed, the shadow of the spearman loomed.

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On top of a neighbouring house, a black clad figure was watching the drama unfold. He had blue hair and a crimson lance was resting idly in his hands. A movement in the street just outside the red headed kid's home caught his attention. A brunette girl was running towards the house as fast as her legs can carry her. But what caught the black clad figure's attention was the shimmer in the air behind the girl.

Another Servant, the figure mused.

Looking in the other direction, the figure could also sense the approach of a Servant. This one, however, was not hidden. In fact, quite the opposite.

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Luviagelita Edelfelt clung tightly to her Servant as the steed they were riding galloped down the street in a hurry to save her beloved Shirou. Leading their way was a pack of bloodhounds, all of which were ready to tear Shirou's assailant to shreds.

Upon reaching the gates o the Emiya residence, the pack, and subsequently the steed, stopped. In front of them was a panting brunette. Luviagelita grinned.

"Ohoho. If it isn't Tohsaka. I should have known that someone as despicable as you would try to hurt my kind and precious Shirou."

The now identified Tohsaka glared at her, wary of the pack of dogs waiting for orders.

"Hurt him? I'm here to save him! It's you and your bunch of mongrels that want to hurt him!"

Luvia scoffed.

"Rin, Rin. There's no denying it. You're just jealous because Shirou's friends with the only guy in school who's not part of your fan club."

Rin's glare became even colder at the slight. She didn't care about that little temple boy and his theories of her being the devil. Nope, she didn't care one bit.

"Archer! Teach this slag a lesson."

The red clad spearmen materialized behind her, crimson lance at the ready. Rider, a blue haired figure looking eerily like Archer holding a spear eerily like Archer's, whistled. The hounds laying about stood up and started to surround the lone Archer. Luvia smirked at Rin.

"Let's see how your spear wielding archer would fare against a real spearman ."

Meanwhile, the two Servants sized each other. Archer made an offhand comment.

"You know, when I learned that the Grail puts Heroic Spirits into preset containers, I didn't think that the containers would look alike."

Rider laughed.

"Same here. Now, no offense lad, but I'll have to order my pack to tear you to pieces."

Archer just grinned, holding his spear at the ready.

"Oh? Well, you should know that I fought off an entire army while strapped to a rock. Your little bunch of doggies wouldn't be a challenge."

Rider blinked. That legend was strangely familiar.

"I did that exact same thing."

Before Archer could retort, the sounds of clashing steel could be heard inside the Emiya residence. Luvia and Rin glared at each other.

"Continue this after saving my Shirou?"Luvia offered. Rin nodded before the both of them ran towards the gates, leaving behind their confused Servants. The last thing they heard was: "Your Shirou?"