A/N: Hi all! It's been awhile since I've posted anything on here. Here is my latest brainchild. This is a crossover fic between Fate/Zero etc. and Fairy Tail...kinda. The story will be starring the cast of FT set during the Holy Grail War of the Fate franchise. This is my first crossover and I'll admit I'm a little nervous about it. I have really tried to stay within the established "rules" of each universe, but of course there will be some creative liberties in order to better merge them together in a what I hope will feel seamless way. Hopefully no one will mind too much! :)

This is a multi-chapter, and I suspect it's going to run about 17 chapters, give or take a few. There isn't a posting schedule, as I tend to upload chapters as I finish them, which could be multiple times a day, to several days between them.

I have rated this as M for future graphic and violent scenes. I will give a warning header for those chapters.

Finally this fic has 14 main characters...that's a lot peeps...so to keep everyone from feeling super confused the character name will appear before their POV as a header...you'll see.

I would love some reviews/feedback on your thoughts and feelings about this story!

Here we go!

- FATE/FAIRYTAIL -

- P -

Makorov closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The cavernous room he was in smelled of ancient earth, stale and musky. The sound of dripping water echoed against walls of stone and dirt. His senses took in all the sounds and smells. He willed himself to focus on the enviornment surronding him. He released the air he had been holding. His breath shaking as he expelled it from his lungs.

Eyes snapped open, determination flashing in their depths. He stared unflinchingly at the source of his confliction. A giant circled inscribed in a language nearly forgetten glowed eerily red against the ancient soil before his feet. The glow seemed to pulse, pushing its magic further and further into the hidden room beneath the Magic Councel.

"So it begins."

He tried to make his voice come out strong, but he couldn't hide the quiver of fear that laced his words. The magic circle seemed to answer him, pulsating stronger and brighter with each passing minute. Makorov's head bowed, his brows furrowed and eyes shut. A seemingly desperate prayer tumbling from his lips.

"There isn't a second to lose."

His hurried footsteps echoed loudly through the now empty room, as he quickened his pace to match the racing of his heart. He had to inform the others. The gate of heroes had opened, the once dark circle now glowing with enough power, and with it would come the beginning of war...

The Holy Grail War.

- P -

Anxious voices grew louder and louder within the room where members of the Magic Councel had gathered in response to Makorov's announcement. Many of the members were now pacing along the polished white marble floors. The anxiety making it impossible for them to sit still. The air was permiated with the feelings of dread; thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe. Trepidation amongst the 8 of them clutched at their hearts; clinging like a shadow.

This wasn't how they needed to be dealing with this situation. Makorov's eyes darted quickly between each member. He understood why they were reacting this way, for truthfully he felt the same sense of fear scratching beneath his skin. Yes, he understood, but that didn't make it any more correct in responding to the situation at hand.

"Enough!" His voiced boomed, momentarily stunning all within the room into silence. "We don't have the time to sit here in a state of panic. We must collect ourselves and begin preparations for what is about to begin."

The councel members who had been pacing found their way back to their seats. They all sat at the edges of their chairs, their spines stiff and backs straight. Makorov allowed for each member to compose themselves before continuing. He arose from his seat at the head of the long wooden table. His small stature requiring him to stand upon its gleaming surface in order to address them all with an air of authority. Of the 8 of them gathered here, he was the one with the greatest amount of experience, having served on the Magic Councel for more than 50 years of his 70 year old life. He was also the only one among them to have compeated in a Holy Grail War.

"We cannot stop this war from happening, but we can manage its effects to an extent." He began. "Seven mages to summon seven heroic spirits. An overseerer to maintain the safety of the town, and its people. We must first address these elements."

The seated members nodded their heads in agreement. Their expressions becoming serious in thought as they contemplated what to do.

"The winning team will be able to make any wish he or she desires upon the grail, is that right?" Jura voiced from his seat to the right of Makorov.

"Yes, that is true." He answered to the entire room.

"Then we must make sure that those who are to be selected to be in this war are people who harbor no darkness in their hearts, lest they be tempted to wish for something heinous." Porlyusica said. "Let us each choose an acceptable mage to participate in this war then. Surely between us we can identify enough mages who not only harbor no evil in their hearts, but..."

"That isn't how it works." Makorov interrupted. "The Grail will choose the participants. We have no say in the matter."

Curious eyes fell upon his small yet comanding frame standing upon the table. Silently they urged him to continue explaining.

"Those who are choosen by the Grail for the purpose of this war will receive a stigmata upon their right hand. These are the command seals that allow a mage to form a contract with a summoned heroic spirit to fight on their behalf in this war."

"And what of the overseerer?" Someone else voiced from the farthest end of the table.

"The Magic Councel has the responsibility of choosing an individual to fulfill this role." Makorov replied.

"Who should we elect to such an important position?" Another member sounded from his chair.

"Makorov should be the overseerer." Jura replied. "He is the only one who could possibly hold such a position and inact its authority to maintain the well being of everyone."

There was no argument in that decision. Everyone knew that Makorov was the only qualified individual.

"That leaves us with the issue still regarding the summoners."

"How does the Grail choose these selected few?"

"What if their intentions are not good?"

"How long until this stigmata will appear?"

Voices overlapped in the room, creating a cacophony of chaos as the multitude of questions and worries tumbled from their lips like water bursting through a broken dam. Makorov gestured wildly for everyone to calm down and quiet themselves. It took several minutes but finally he began to address the concerns that floated like currents of electricity around the room.

"The Grail chooses based on need. Those who are in need of the Grail's power the most are given the seals to command a heroic spirit. However, the Grail gives no priority to the value of such needs. If one person's need for the Grail to commit evil is greater than anothers need to do good, the person whose needs are greater will be chosen regardless of morality." He could feel the nervousness rising amongst them, yet he continued. "The magic circle activating signals that the choices of participants has already been made. We must make haste in finding these individuals, and bringing them here to insure everything is done properly. Our failure to do so could result in catastrophic ways."

Preparations were immediately put into place, and members of the councel scurried from the room quickly to begin their search for the unknown seven. Makorov couldn't help but wonder to himself, what could these seven individuals need so badly, that fate would intervene in such a way?