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)

Shirou only had the best intentions that night he chose to cast aside his ideals. Now trapped in a strange world where Gods, Angels & Devils run rampant, he's about to learn just what kind of road said intentions have built...provided he can finish his second year without accidentally kick-starting another Holy War.

"I will destroy your very soul and origin, victor. I will tear your existence apart!" the Grail hissed in Shirou's mind, its words carrying a contempt vengeful promise to kill. (A back in time fiction where Shirou goes back ten years ago during the time of the Fourth Holy Grail War as he tries to pursue the impossible task of saving all in an ending that is heading for destruction)

Honestly, I should have expected it. After all, my line of work would always be screwing with me when I don't need to. What I did not expect was getting myself into a world where Gods are alive and around, Angels and Demons are real, and the residents are really weird. I blame Zelretch for this. Rated T for the time being. (Yes, the title has been changed / Sporadic Updates)

Zelretch found a new dimension. One filled with monsters, assassins, and power hungry people. He couldn't help but wonder what exactly would happen if he threw a hero sized wrench into it. Even better, why not have said hero grow up right next to that world's greatest villainess? Hm? what's that Rin? Ha! There's hope for you yet, apprentice! Poor Shirou will never see it coming!