Epilogue
60 years later
She had never been to Japan before. Her parents rarely talked about the last war. Her mother was a mage from the Clocktower and thus she was the only descendant of a victor of the Holy Grail War. However the call to arms was once again initiated. In 2064 she is a few years older than her mother when she entered the war. She was the master of Archer although he died early on. On her 20th birthday she bought a plane ticket and flew to the land of the rising sun, her mother's homeland. It wasn't difficult to find the Tohsaka Mansion. It was torn down years ago and turned into a parking garage. But still, she felt the magical aura of the Holy Grail. Tracing a summoning sign she pulls out her artifact to summon a servant. A small chip of rock and paint no bigger than a coin. Her mother searched for years in England looking for such a piece. The artifacts capable of summoning a heroic spirit are few and far between. The elite mages of the Clock tower and their powerful families usually have a few locked away. It is said it was part of the stone that held a sword, but she only cared about summoning a Saber. She tucks a strand of long blonde hair behind her small ear. She had a small scar along her jawline from her training years back in Wales with her father. Her father often said they looked alike but she had the eyes of a Tohsaka. She makes the markings in the bottom of the dimly light parking garage. Since it is nearly midnight she doesn't expect any unwanted visitors.
Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.
I hereby declare.
Your body shall serve under me.
My fate shall be your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail
If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!
An oath shall be sworn here!
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven.
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!
From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraints,
Protector of the Holy Balance!
A gush of wind blows throughout the parking garage. She is nearly knocked back but sees a great war stallion with a knight atop. The figure is bathed in the white glow of her spear. The woman wears the pelt of a lion draped across her back and a golden crown that around her head. The servant steps off her horse hefting a massive lance as if it was a toothpick.
"I am Lancer, servant of the Holy Grail... Are You My Master?" a different Artoria Pendragon looks down at the small woman who summoned her. She is taken aback at their resemblance, except her eyes. This woman has eyes like a mage.