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Chapter 3: Servant's Summoned
The following night the seven masters once again gathered in the classroom, where Dusk was explaining the seven classes of servant.
"First we have the Saber class. This class is often considered the most desired class by masters. This is because of the classes high stats. In addition have a magic resistance skill and a riding skill. Their Noble Phantasm is also usually very powerful and involves the sword in some manner" as Dusk finished his explanation he saw that Harry Potter had raised his hand. Draven nodded toward the boy, indicating him to respond.
"What is a Noble Phantasm?" Harry asked.
Draven paused for a moment before answering. "In essence a Noble Phantasm is the manifestation of a heroic spirit's greatest legend. A Noble Phantasm can take the form of a weapon or skill that has defined the heroic spirit's legend. For example, if King Arthur was summoned in the Saber class, this Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm would take the form of the sword Excalibur. The Kings legendary sword." Draven paused for a moment allowing the assembled masters to take in what he had said. "A servant's Noble Phantasm is their trump card and each one carries considerable power.
"Now on to the Archer class. As expected the Archer class specialises in long range combat and is usually accomplished using a bow or other ranged weapon to accomplish this. Like the Saber class, Archer's also have a magic resistance skill. However, they also have a skill called Independent Action. This skill allows them to act away from their master for a considerable amount of time, depending on the level of the skill that the servant has with it.
"Next is the Lancer class. This class has stats that are comparable to the Saber class. Except for agility which is much greater than other classes. However, this class suffers from abysmal luck. Like the Archer and Saber classes this class also has a magic resistance skill."
Draven paused for a moment allowing the masters to take in what he had said so far. "The next class is Rider. Now this classes stats are more difficult to pinpoint that the others. However, like the other three classes they have a magic resistance skill. They also, unsurprisingly, have a riding skill that will be much higher ranked than the Saber classes'. This class will also be able to summon a mount of some kind. This could vary from an ordinary horse of note or a mythical beast of some sort like a Dragon or Pegasus. This could also include some sort of machine, a ship for example.
"Next is the Caster class. This class suffers from abysmal physical stats. However, they make up for this by having a high ranked mana stat which is used to channel into powerful spells. They also have the skills of Item Construction and Territory Creation. The first skill allows them to create magical items of varying power, depending on the skill they have with it. Territory Creation allows the Caster to build a terrain that is of advantage to a mage or wizard. These can be used for a variety of purposes, such as the collection of mana.
"Moving on to the Assassin class. Like the Caster class, they also have appalling physical stats. Which will put them in a disadvantage in a straight up fight. To compensate for this, they have a skill known as Presence Concealment. Assassin's use this skill to target enemy masters instead of servants. For once a master is killed the servant will eventually fade away."
Draven noted the looks of shock on many of the master's faces, apart from Alexi Angelov and Viktor Krum. "However, in light of the... unique circumstances in which this Grail War will be conducted killing another master will be deemed unacceptable. And if I find out if any master has broken the rules they'll have to deal with me," Draven said in a threatening tone of voice.
He then cleared his throat, "Let's carry on shall we. Finally, we have the Berserker class. The servants in this class consist of heroic spirits that have gone mad or insane at some point in their lives. Another unique thing about this class has a skill known as mad enhancement. This skill allows the servant to sacrifice their sanity in exchange for greater power. This skill was designed to allow weaker heroic spirits to have a greater chance of defeating a more powerful Heroic Spirit. However, when paired with a powerful Heroic Spirit, this class can surpass almost any class of Servant in physical abilities."
Yet again Draven paused as the seven Masters took everything in. "Okay I now have one final thing to explain to all of you and it is perhaps the most important thing it tell you." Everyone waited, anticipation on their faces for what he was about to tell all of them.
"Those marks on your hands", everyone looked down at their own, "they are known as command spells. They mark you as a master and represent the contract between you and a servant. However, the most important thing about command spells is that by using one a master can give their servant an order and they will be forced to obey. No matter the servant's opinion on the order in question." Draven then paused looking at each of the masters for their reaction. Most them were shocked by the implication of the command spells. Although, there were some exceptions. Viktor Krum maintained his usual scowl. Alexi Angelov had a broad grin on his face at the thought of the command spells, as did Draco Malfoy.
Late than night in the Gryffindor common room Harry told Hermione all Dusk had told the seven masters. As expected the young witch found it all utterly fascinating. "I've never heard of anything like this before. Servants must be incredibly powerful if they are used to fight over the Holy Grail!" However, Harry wasn't the only one with news, "I finally found out what the mages association is," Hermione said. Harry nodded indicating for her to continue. "It's an international group of mages with various branches around the world. They dedicate themselves to the study of magecraft and hiding it from the world."
"Magecraft?" Harry replied, completely baffled by the alien term.
"From what I understand it is what they call magic. From what little I could find out it seems to be much more complicated and dangerous as well."
They sat in silence for a moment after that, each lost in their thoughts. After a while Hermione turned toward Harry, "You're worried about this, aren't you?" Harry did not respond, however his silence told Hermione all she needed to know. "Well then. We'll just have to make sure you win then. Won't we."
Harry spun around and looked at Hermione in surprise. "We?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at his response. "You really think I'm going to let you go through this by yourself, after all we've been through these last three years?"
Three days later Harry was summoned to Professor Dumbledore's office. As he was walking up the stairs, Harry could only wonder what the Headmaster wanted. He then realised it must be something to do with the Grail war.
Before Harry could knock on the door he heard Dumbledore say, "Come in Harry."
As he walked through the door the Headmaster gestured for Harry to take a seat in one of the seats opposite him. "Now Harry, I am sure that you are wondering why I have called you here. There are three reasons, firstly I was asked to pass along this from Mr Dusk." So, saying the Headmaster picked up from his desk a scrap of parchment and passed it to Harry. Looking down at it Harry realised it was the incantation Dusk had previously spoken of, the one that he would need to summon his servant.
"Secondly, I would like to offer you an apology", Harry looked up in surprise at the Headmaster's words. "I have failed you again my boy. Since the tragic day your parents were killed, I have tried to protect you. Needless to say, I have not succeeded. Every year since you have attended this school you have found yourself in some sort of danger and for this I am truly sorry. The blame rests solely on my shoulders."
"Professor..." Harry started to say, but Dumbledore interrupted him by raising his hand firmly. "I will not hear a word against it Harry. And I would ask you that we speak on the matter no further. Now the final reason I summoned you here tonight.
"For all three of the Hogwarts masters I have attempted to obtain a catalyst that I believe would suit each of you respectively", Harry nodded his understanding. Dumbledore said "Yours's is in that box." Harry walked over and opened the box. Inside was a katana sword, it's blade broken off.
"You shall go down to the dungeons at eleven thirty this evening. You shall summon your servant at this time."
That night Harry stood in front of an intricately made summoning circle in the dungeons. Placing his catalyst just in front of the circle he stepped back and began to speak the incantation.
"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill.
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.
In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance！"
As Harry spoke the circle began to glow with a faint blue light. Which only got brighter the further into the ritual he got. As he spoke the final words the circle flashed a brilliantly blinding blue and Harry was forced to cover his eyes. Once the light had faded Harry turned back to look at the circle. In the centre of it stood a young woman clad in Samurai armour, two katana swords were sheathed at her waist. However, the most striking pieces of the ensemble were the helmet, which had a large crescent moon on the top and an eyepatch that she wore over her right eye. The other eye was coloured a dark brown.
She turned to face Harry, her single eye fixed on him with a hard stare. After a moment, she spoke, "I am the servant Saber. Tell me are you my master?"
Harry nodded his conformation, still in shock from what had just happened. They stood like that for a minute, neither one of them speaking. Eventually Saber spoke, "What are your order's master?"
Finally gathering his wits together Harry asked, "Who are you?"
Saber looked puzzled at this, "But surely you know. After all it was you who summoned me. Wasn't it?"
"Yes, by using that sword", Harry replied pointing towards the object. "I don't know who it belonged to though".
The Servant frowned for a moment before responding. "I think that it is best you don't know just yet master. For if you were to give my identity away we would be at a considerable disadvantage in this war."
Harry felt slightly disgruntled at this, but saw the sense in what Saber was saying. "For now, we should leave Saber. We'll discuss our plans tomorrow morning." Saber seemed to disapprove of this notion, but didn't question what her master had said.
"Very well, master" she replied. Saber then took on her astral form and followed Harry out of the dungeon.
As they walked along the shadowy fifth floor corridor, Harry pondered on Saber's identity. He knew that she was some sort of samurai, he could tell that from her armour. However, Harry had no other clues as to who his Servant might be.
He did not get a chance to think on this anymore, as Saber suddenly materialised and pushed Harry to one side. Just in time to avoid the blast of a spell that was heading straight for him. Instead the spell struck Saber full force in the chest, pushing her back a few paces.
Turning to his Servant, Harry yelled, "Saber! Are you alright?"
"I am fine master. You should be more worried about yourself. I can handle this."
Suddenly there was the sound of approaching footsteps. Both Servant and Master turned to face them. Out of the shadows, wand drawn, came Alexi Angelov and a tall man in black robes, a black cross hung around his neck. The cross seemed to pulse with a faint green light. The man had a long beard, reaching down to his waist. His dark brown eyes were sunken into his pale waxy skin.
There was a smirk on Angelov's face as he advanced. "Harry Potter. I had hoped to face you soon. But truly I did not expect to battle you so soon." He then turned toward the man next to him, who has obviously Angelov's Servant. "Caster. Deal with the Servant. I shall handle the boy."
Saber drew her right katana and turned it towards Caster. She smirked at him, "It is a shame that you have chosen me as your opponent Caster. To be eliminated so soon from the Holy Grail War is truly shameful."
Caster barked a harsh laugh in response. "I could say the same of you Saber."
Before she could respond further Caster unleashed a bolt of dark green magic towards her. Saber ducked under the spell, charging forward and striking at Caster with her sword. The fellow Servant was able to dodge at the last second and responded with another blast at Saber. This one connected and allowed Caster to move back, taking to the air with his magic.
Saber glared up at Caster. He laughed down at her, "That sword is of little use, if your opponent is out of reach." Saber smirked at this, "Perhaps. However, never assume that you are out of my reach." So, saying Saber leaped upwards. Her momentum taking her straight in front of Caster, unable to dodge the Servant of Magic was forced to conjure a shield to deflect the blow. However, the force of the blow was so great that Caster was sent flying back and crashed into the opposite wall.
Caster coughed as he pulled himself out of the wall. "Truly impressive Saber. You are truly a credit to your class."
"I wish that I could say the same Caster", Saber replied, "However, you have not shown yourself to be a worthy opponent."
Caster laughed in response, "Perhaps that is the case. However, you will find that he is not." He then pointed into the darkness behind Saber.
She laughed at this, "Do you really expect me to believe that..." Saber was suddenly cut off, as a huge gauntlet grabbed her from behind and hurled Saber into the opposite wall. Saber grunted in pain and looked at the second Servant that had joined the battle.
He was a huge man in fully plated bronze knight's armour. A tattered grey cloak was pinned to his shoulders. In his left hand, he held a large broadsword, his right gauntlet was over sized and looked as though it would allow the knight to crush a human skull with ease.
Caster moved to stand next to the knight. "Please Saber, allow me to introduce you to my ally. Berserker."
Berserker bellowed in fury and lashed out with his broadsword.
Servants & Masters:
Saber (Identity Unknown)- Harry Potter
Caster (Identity Unknown)- Alexi Angelov
Berserker (Identity Unknown)- ?