Again I apologize in advance for the Grammar. This is the official first chapter of the story, and many more characters will be introduce. I hope your enjoy!

Chapter 1

Drake's POV

The flight to England was interesting to say the least. When I first got up in the air and the captain announced it was an eight hour flight I immediately laid my head down against the cushioned seat planning to catch up on some much needed sleep. I don't know what happened while I was asleep, but I must have had a pretty bad nightmare because an hour later I was woken up by the frightened passenger next to me drenched in sweat. The man told me that I was muttering the word "no" repeatedly in my sleep. I tried to remember what the hell was going on in my head when I was unconscious, but like most dreams I have, my mind remained blank. I eventually just shrugged it off to having another nightmare, and decided to just pass the time listening to music staring out the window. While I gazed at the Atlantic Ocean rush by beneath the plane I tried to clear my mind, but despite my best efforts I couldn't help but start thinking about how my first interaction with my real father was going to be. I've imagined this scenario a lot since my mom announced I be heading over to England, even when I argued with her over not wanting to go. I'd say a good 90% of my thoughts consisted of him meeting me in the airport, followed by his head hitting the floor as I nailed him in the temple with my fist before he'd even have a chance to introduce himself. Another 9% of my thoughts were filled with him being the mother of all jerks. He'd think he was the center of the universe and everybody else didn't even matter, those thoughts also usually ended with him knock out on the floor. I guess these imaginary situations were away for me to fulfill my need of getting revenge on the man who betrayed my mom, and I won't lie saying I didn't enjoy thinking about punching him in the face, but there was also a third scenario that played out. I only thought about it one time, it was right after my mom received the first phone call from him in eighteen years. There would be a knock on the door back at my house in New York and I was the only one home. I walked up to the door to answer it, not thinking it was anybody special. As I opened the door I would be met with a stranger who appeared to be just an older version of me. I'd stare at him in confusion, and he'd stare back with a look of regret. Before I could process who the stranger was he'd open his mouth, and nervously mutter the word "Sorry". I hated that encounter. I've always pictured my real dad as a heartless monster who cared nothing about the women who loved him, or the son he left behind. But as I stared at him through the door, looking so sad and nervous, I froze and didn't know what to do. In all my other made up encounters, I'd picture him as a heartless monster, but in this one he appeared to have real emotions. It was strange to imagine the man I hated for all my life as human, and it was I though I did not allow myself to think of again. But as I flew over the ocean for seven hours, my brain couldn't help but picturing that scenario a few more times.

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I was trying to find my luggage, as waves of travel bags came out from the conveyor belt. In truth I wasn't actually trying to find my bag, it had already passed by me three times. It just gave me an excuse to not head outside. According to mom, my father was going to be waiting just outside the airport to pick me up, and with me using most of my eight hour flight time thinking about ways to beat him to a bloody pulp I didn't know how to actually approach this situation. So I just stood there by the luggage drop off, staring blankly ahead as my bag was about to pass me by for the fourth time. But my bag didn't pass. I raised an eyebrow curiously, my luggage should have passed by now. It not like somebody could have picked it up by mistake, the name Drake was written on the side in all caps, but I guess I'm not the only Drake in the world. I spun my head around and scanned the surrounding area to see if anybody grabbed my bag by mistake. My eyes were only met with emptiness as most people had already left the area. I cursed under my breathe, either somebody took it by accident or I've been robbed. I decide to go to the other side of the bag area to see if I can find an employee to tell them my belongings have been lost. As I turn the corner to the other side I'm met with the sight of lone man sitting on a nearby bench. He appeared to be the only other person still here. The man looked to be in his mid to late thirty, and he had the exact chestnut brown hair I had, cut in a bit shorter the mine, but brushed in a professional manner. He was twiddling his thumbs while he sat, and his eyes remained glued downed at his hands, except for every once in awhile when he would glance up towards the terminal as if he was waiting for somebody. After a few more seconds of staring at him I realized something, next to him was a bag labeled Drake. I began walking towards him, demanding to know what he was doing with my luggage when I froze mid stride. He was waiting for somebody, and he had my bag. My heart may have well stopped at that very moment as my brain finally put all the pieces together. I didn't even try to move, and my brain was unable to even begin to process this moment. The man must have heard my footsteps, because his head turned in my direction, and eventually his eyes met mine. He froze up on the sight of me. His mental state must have been similar to mine because neither of us dared talk for what felt like an eternity. his mouth began to move eventually, but his lips changed expression constantly. He eventually took a few deep breath, and with a nervous smile began to talk in an upper class British accent.

"H-hi Drake, it's been a while".

I remained still, I didn't know what to do. I had imagined this moment so many times, but now that it's finally happened I don't know how to handle it. My father looked at me nervously for a few more seconds, waiting for me to respond. Once it became clear I wasn't going to speak he stood up, and with a shivering armed motion to my bag,

"I-I found your luggage, and thought I'd grab it for you"

He gave off a nervous chuckle after that, and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. That was enough to break me out of my trance. Out of all my imagined encounters with this man I never thought he'd act like this. A stuttering man, who looked like he was about to be beat up by his own shadow. My face appeared emotionless, and I simply walked over to my bag, as if I was some sort of robot. His eyes followed me the whole way there. I simply grabbed hold of the handle, and back up a few feet away from him. He looked like he was about to say something important, but he ended up giving off a simple sigh,

"... A car's waiting out front to pick us up... We'll talk more there"

The walk to the car could be described as the most awkward two minutes of my entire life. Not only was I still coming to terms with the fact that my birth father is nothing like I could have imagined, the man kept trying to start conversations, but would immediately begin to stutter before he barely was able to say one word.

"S-so How-", He stopped in the middle of another failed attempt at an ice breaker, "Oh, the cars right there", He raised his arm and pointed towards the…

'That's not a car', I thought to myself as I looked at the vehicle before me.

Taking up the spot of three normal size cars, this long porcelain white automobile was a limousine. My eyes widen in shock, and my fist clenched in anger. This man could afford a fucking limo why he left my mom in a rundown apartment. Just how rich was he. Making no attempt to hide my anger or shock, my father was quickly able to pick up on my emotions.

"It's a little much I know. I wanted to catch a taxi here, but Richard insisted he'd drive me", His arm scratched the back of his neck nervously.

Before I had time to react, the driver door on the limo open slowly, and I tall white bald man stepped out. His suit almost made him look like some sort of penguin. His posture was no short of perfection, as he stood up straight and proper, and the expression on his face showed that he was prepared to follow any order given.

"Hello Richard", My dad said giving off a nervous smile before gesturing to me, "I'd like to meet you to meet my son".

I almost barfed at the mention when he finally called me his son. The very thought of being his offspring was making me feel sick at the moment. Richard, as my father called him, gave me a once over wearing a serious expression, before giving off a friendly smile. He closed the distance between us and extend his arm for a handshake.

"It's nice to meet you Drake, I'm glad this moment has finally arrived", His voice came out smooth and professional, as if he was being genuinely friendly but still well aware he was on duty.

I didn't know how to respond to his introduction. Part of me wanted to be as rude as possible and completely ignore the man, but the more reasonable part of me decided that, despite being connected to my father, he was probably just a man doing his job. Hesitantly I took his hand and gave it a shake, but I did not say a word. Richard raised an eyebrow at my lack of response. He let go of my hand, and walked towards the a side door near the back of the limo and opened it before bowing and motioning us to get it. My father seemed to be waiting for me to enter first, and after a few seconds of just standing still I figured I had no choice but to do through the door. Lifting up my suitcase, I slowly made why way towards the door before being stopped by Richard.

"Allow me", He took my bag from my hands before I even had time to protest and headed for the trunk with my belongings.

The inside of the limo seemed even bigger than the outside of it would suggest. The passenger half of the vehicle seemed to have the space of a small living room. This was actually the best thing that happen to me since stepping foot into England, because this way I could at least sit as far away from my father as possible. I waited for him to enter before he sat down, and the second he went one way to sit I immediately headed over the other half of the limo and looked out a nearby window. My father looked over at me and let out a sigh at my seat choice. I heard the car start and the next thing I realized, we were pulling out into the streets of London. I gave short glance back to my father, just enough time to see him revert back to twiddling his thumbs nervously. Trying to get my mind off this situation entirely I looked back out the window as the building flew by, hoping the coward didn't get the courage to speak. But as I was just about to let my imagination take over, he spoke up in a voice just loud enough for me to pick up on the other side of the limo.

"Can you please talk to me Drake?"

My head shot towards him, and I stared at the man with new found hatred. Talk to him, that man wants me to talk to him. After seventeen fucking years, after missing my entire childhood, after not even so much as a goodbye this man finally wanted to talk. Through gritted teeth, I spoke my first ever words to him.

"Why should I", I said more as an insult than a question. Although he had no problem replying to it.

"Because I'm your dad".

There was a pause, not just in the conversation, but time itself froze, as if God told everything in the cosmos to just stop. I looked towards the man, my eyes widening. I don't know the exact expression my face was giving off, but judging by the way the man across me looked like he just threw a rock at a hornets nest, it probably wasn't pretty. And the next thing I knew I erupted in anger, screaming every word that came out of my mouth.

"DON'T EVER CALL ME YOUR SON AGAIN YOU SELFISH BASTARD! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE I'M RELATED TO A HORRIBLE HUMAN BEING SUCH AS YOURSELF!"

Silence filled the limo once again after my outburst. I couldn't even say three words to my real father before breaking down and letting the man have it. Despite not saying that much I was breathing deeply, I had put all my emotion into what I said. All the seventeen years of emotion I held against this man was released in a violent volcanic explosion, and now all that was left was to see how he recovered from it. The frown on his face increased, and he became so interested in the floor that a shadow hid his eyes. The next human voice was from neither me or my father but instead Richard, as he rolled down a window connecting the two rooms.

"Is everything okay James?", His question was said in a demanding voice,and seem to be directed at me more then my was as if he was commanding me not to do anything hostile.

"Every things fine Richard", James replied, face still directed at the floor.

Richard must have hesitated to close the window, but after a short few seconds it rolled up, once again dividing the two rooms.

"... You have every right to hate me Drake", despite not being able to make eye contact, I stared daggers at the man's head, implying that he should shut the hell up before he said anything more. He has no right to even assume my feeling towards him. " I deserve a much worse punishment than just receiving my only child's hatred… I can't explain everything right now, but I promised you I was forced to make the sacrifice of leaving you and your mother to keep you both safe".

"Is that what you call it a sacrifice", My voice rose once again with anger, but not to the same level as my explosive scream, "You left a woman in an apartment with barely any money, and a one year old child for what looks like a life of riches and luxury".

His eyes shot up from the floor and he matched my own angry glare with one of his own. He seemed deeply offended by my comment.

"That is not why I left, I would trade all the money in the world if it meant I could go back and be able to live with your mother".

"Tell that to your limo, and fucking butler".

"You don't understand Drake. I promise you, I will give you an explanation, but I will be damned before I let anybody say I left my wife for something as pathetic as money".

His voice was filled with frustration, a complete opposite of what I saw of his early personality. I was still angry with the man, and saying he regretted his decision was not going to give me any proof that he truly felt bad about his actions, I was old enough to realize the world was full of many liars. I simply remained silent and looked back out the window, as the man across from me looked down and sighed, twiddling his thumbs.

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The rest of the car ride was less eventful. Nobody said a word and I just watched the scenery pass by. Lost in thought I don't know how much time passed, but it was enough for us to get a decent distance away from the city. Entering the surrounding fields was a huge change from the city and its surrounding suburbs, all the houses seemed miles apart and the further we went the less human structures I saw. Ten minutes passed since I saw the last house, and I was tempted to break the silence to ask how much further until we reach his home, but my question was answered when the limo pulled of the main road into a side street. This road was different and it seemed almost ancient. The concrete was replaced with stone slabs arranged in unique shapes and sizes, it looked like a road straight out of ancient Rome. The trees lined the entire path, and its branches created an arch overhead connecting in the middle. It was a breathtaking sight to say the least, and I wondered what caused the trees to grow in such a symmetrical way. The side road seemed to stretch on forever, but soon the tree's opened up, revealing a lone structure. My mouth open wide, in pure shock or outrage I do not know. This was no house or cottage out in the middle of nowhere. Standing before me was a mansion in every sense of the word. It stood 4 stories high, and was looked like it's been around since the 1400's. It was lined with gray stones, that seemed to almost shine silver in the sunlight. The side road morphed into the driveway, that was a circle, with a fountain in the middle, that's designed looks like it was crafted from one of the renaissance's greatest the structure grand and breathtaking appearance it only filled me with anger. He certainly wasn't helping his claim that he didn't leave my mom for riches and luxury. I pried my eyes away from the mansion back to the man across from me with a glare of hatred. Awkwardly he just rubbed the back of his head,

"I hate mansions, but unfortunately my family... insisted I live here".

I turned my head back the other way, not even wanting to reply to such a poor excuse. He gave off a single sigh of defeat as the car pulled up in front of the door. The side door opened abruptly revealing Richard bowing with his armed extended towards the giant oak wood door.

"Welcome home Drake", He said proudly, like he was welcoming back a relative his been lost for years.

I almost growled in response to his comment. There was no way in hell I wanted to be associated with this place as my home. But instead I silently exited the car, with the ends of my lips downward. After opening the door to my father's side, Richard went towards the trunk and lifted my suitcase out. I went over to grab it but he gave me a pleasant smile that seemed to say that I was not responsible for carrying my own suitcase.

I better not get used to this, I thought bitterly not wanting to inherit my father's apparent attitude to letting servants do his own work.

Bag in hand Richard turned towards the wooden door, and opened it motioning inside. I walked slowly up to the entrance, looking in. The ceiling was far above the floor which filled with white tiles leading to different rooms. To top of the luxurious display there was a ginormous staircase in the middle. The gray rock from the outside matched the color of the walls, and if I didn't know better I'd say I stepped into a medieval castle. Despite it size the mansion seemed quite empty, and I thought the only ones that lived here might be my father and Richard. My suspicion was quickly dismissed as I walked through the door however. Standing still towards the side of the room there stood a girl, who looked around my ages. She stood around 5'3 and had her hair cut just above the shoulders, it was strawberry blonde, but at first glance some might think it was a light pink. The strangest thing about this girl however was the fact that she was dressed as stereotypical maid. The outfit along with her overall appearance was enough to make me blush, and wonder if somebody was forcing her to dress like that. Her mouth hung open slightly and her eyes were open wide with shock. She appeared to be staring at me the whole time as if I was some sort of dream. With a small smile Richard dropped my bags next to me at the entrance and walked over to the girl and whispered something into her ear. In an instance her entire expression changed, and she gave off a smile that almost made me want to do the same. She patted down the front of her skirt, trying to remove non exist dust, before quickly hurrying over to where my father and I stood, she seemed to be resisting the urge to run. I looked up at my father confused on what was happening, but he simply stared at the girl. He was smiling, but his eyes seemed down, like if he wish she wasn't reacting this way. I was about to ask him what was going on, but I as not able to before a sweet voice drew my attention. Standing in front of me the strawberry haired girl stood hand clamp together smiling right at me.

"It is my greatest honor to finally meet you Master Williams! I promise I will dedicate my life to serving you the best I can"

Shocked I stood in front of the girl motionless, my face reddening even more at her strange introduction. Many thoughts rushed through my head at once.

Who is this girl? Why is she so happy to see me?, and did she just call me by my mom's surname?

Shaking my head I was about to bombard this girl with all my questions, when I saw my father look at me, with a stare that told me he would explain later. Unhappy that I would have to go to him for the answers I sighed in defeat, but did not ask any question. Instead I only decided to straighten one thing out.

"It's Drake Griffin actually"

"My apologies Master Griffin, I was unaware of the name change. I promise I will not make such a colossal mistake again".

By revealing my name I was hoping she would dropped this "Master" title. But judging by her still joyous smile it appears she wasn't going to anytime soon.

"Griffin", the name came out as a whisper and I looked up to see my father apparently talking to himself, his face losing all color, "but her names Ellie Williams".

"That's her surname, but we took my dad's name after they got married", I replied instantly, with no mercy in my voice even though the man seemed truly devastated, "What did you think she wouldn't move on after what you did to her?"

The man didn't hear me, he seemed lost in his thoughts. He stood like a statue shocked at the fact that my mother got remarried. I was getting more upset the longer he stared off into nothingness. Did he honestly think my mom would continue to love a man like him. I was about to yell at him again for his reaction, but I felt a hand clench my shoulder. I look to my side and I was met with a cold glare from Richard.

"Ceinwyn please escort Drake to his room", his voice telling me not to dare speak what I was thinking.

He then moved over to my father and began leading him out of the room. I glared at my father in anger. As Richard guided him out, my eyes spotted a mysterious spot on his right hand, and anger was suddenly replaced briefly with confusion as I spotted a red mark that appeared to be a weirdly designed tattoo. Despite being a seemingly normal tattoo, I couldn't help but feel it was sending me an ominous message.

Finally the first reference to the Holy Grail War, took me long enough. Sorry that this chapter probably brought up more questions then answer, but it is the beginning. I will also try to update every two weeks. Thank you for reading, and as always reviews are greatly appreciated, and PM if you have any questions.