Prologue-Waver

A dark haired man in a black suit stood in the cold winter chill, holding a small wooden box. Lost in thought, in anticipation, mind racing with thoughts of what may be to come. He took one last puff of his cigar, and sighed.

"Alright old friend, I think I'm ready." The man took one final look at the ritual set out before him, ensuring everything was proper. He checked his watch. He sighed once more. Finally, he began.

"Heed my words. My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny.

If you heed the Grail's call, and obey my will and reason, then answer my summoning. I hereby swear. That I shall be all the good in the world. That I shall defeat all evil in the world. Seventh Heaven clad in the great words of power come forth from the circle of binding, Guardian of Scales."

As he spoke, a brilliant light began to emanate from the center of the circle, wind whipping up in all directions. The light faded as he finished, leaving two people standing in the dark that February night. Recognition flashed across the man's face, followed swiftly by confusion. He did indeed see the person he had hoped for, and yet…

"Rider!? Why the hell are you a twink?"