He had grown cynical and just a bit bitter at the world but he'd long ago made peace with the ideals that once made him suffer. He was already satisfied with the existence he had ended up as... yet a certain brown haired master had decided that he deserved far more. So now an earnest wish from someone dear had lead to another chance at life and... maybe at happiness.

Shirou never expected to be summoned to another world, but now all he wants to do is finish save it so that he could return home to his family. But it order to return home, he will first have to survive. First rule of surviving as a summoned hero, don't trust ANYONE.

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 swords that aren't yours, with skills that aren't yours, for dreams that aren't yours. Your entire existence is a lie!" - "Then I'll show you that even fake dreams can become reality." A different choice, a different path, a different FATE. Shirou/Multi

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

This isn't the story of a boy who dreamed of becoming a hero of justice. That's someone else's story. This is the story of a boy who simply wished to protect his family and loved ones... but it came at a heavy price... one that I later came to regret. Everything changed when I accepted that offer... and shouted those two words.

Shirou Emiya had been pranked many times by Zelretch. What does he do when it wasn't Zelretch fault that he ended up in a world that he didn't know, but was connected to the VRMMORPG, known as YGGDRASIL? Is he trapped within an illusion or actually in a whole different world? Only Shirou can unfold the mysteries and find the truth.

Emiya Kiritsugu was happy living the rest of his short days. He had put his past behind him... until he began to dream of futures that had yet to be. Let it be known that the Magus Killer was not dangerous simply because he was dying and had no plans to fight.

Honestly, Shirou was beginning to think that he should be used to this; being unwittingly selected to take part in brutal tournament that he had no idea existed until he found himself in the middle of it. Then again, second times the charm, right?