He was an anomaly not meant to be in this world, yet fate would deem otherwise. After all, the fate of the world just may hang in the balance.

He was a hopeless man, a man who would amount to a little more than a fool. Yet this man pursued an endless dream, a dream in which he could hold her again... (A Shirou medieval Britain Fic-beginning before Saber drew Caliburn)

With his final breath, he destroyed the Holy Grail. Devoid of purpose after discarding his ideals, he laid down to die. Through the work of fate Emiya Shirou does not die, but instead awakes in a new world. Now, he who no longer wishes to be a hero will have to forge his path once again in a world in need of heroes.

Guardian, Protector, Hero, and perhaps something more, that was what he had always meant to her, but to others he was simply known as the Huntsman of Red, Remnant's final hope.

One's fate is not decided by chance, but by choice. A hero will rise from the desolate sands of Hueco Mundo.