Okay, so...it's been a year since I updated huh? Yeah, I know that I probably should have at least gave this AN long before then to let everyone know that this story was supposed to be on indefinite hiatus. But my life has been really hectic for the past year for me so I completely forgot..until today.

I am going to say this now, this Fanfic is NOT going to be abandoned! I really do loved writing this, but looking at my old files makes me cringe so bad. I started writing the fic when I was in grade 10 , and published it in grade 12 without any other editing. I am in College now and man, my writing has changed a lot since then (I hope).

Which is why I will be doing this: This Fanfic will be undergoing a MAJOR REWRITE. I will try to start from the ground up and rewrite this fic from scratch (But some scenes/elements might still stay the same). There is also a high chance that some Servant choices, specifically with Saber and/or Assassin.

Speaking of...here are some of my considerations for said classes. Not going to give out their real identities because guessing is half the fun. But for those who do recognize some, anyone in particular you want me to put in the story?

Assassin:

Original- Kurome from Akame ga Kill

New- The Twelve Legged Spider, Shares the Same Name as a Disney Villain

Saber:

Original- Reinhard Van Astrea from Re Zero

New- The Senseless Doll, the One that's Full of Wrath

Again, these are only what I might consider changing to. I may or may not just keep to the originals. Let me know what are your thoughts one these possibilities and tell me if you have suggestions of your own.

With that being said, please keep a lookout for the new title "Fate: Dimensional Symphony" (Geez. Try-hard much, SynPyre?) coming 'who-knows-when' to a near you! I will be deleting this one when I (re)publish the first chapter.

Really sorry everyone for making you wait this long but I hope you can still be patient with me until then :)

Thanks and Good Night!

-SynPyre

P.S : When I do finally repost the fic, I was thinking of doing the servant stat sheets separate from the story (And update them as I go) so they don't clutter up the chapters. Thoughts?

P.S.S : And since I can't help myself (and need validation), here are a few sneak peaks of what could be coming up in the future. Content and dialogue subject to change. And I am not really making any effort to hide the identities of the rest of the servants. I think it's pretty obvious anyway based on the previous chapters.

Waver gripped the edges of the saddle, holding on so hard that his knuckles were starting to turn white.

"Wha-What is this!?" Did his voice just crack?

"I told you, it's Appa! My flying bison!"

"Your flying what?!" Waver sputtered, hoping to have heard wrong. The young servant merely let out an exhilarated laugh as he took hold of the reins. His instinct urged him to hold on tighter.

"Appa! Yip, yip!" It was then Waver learned something new about himself. He sure did quite have the set of lungs.

Lo and behold, there was another Servant present. The figure in question sat on the edge one of the stacked shipping containers, dangled legs swinging back and forth. He was young in appearance, with long hair and violet eyes that almost seemed to glow in the semi-darkness. With the plain white t-shirt and blue jeans that he was wearing, one could have easily mistaken him as a normal teenager who just so happened to stumble across the secret war that was taking place.

That assumption quickly diminished when the male gave a flippant wave with his hand and said in the most nonchalant way possible, "'Sup. I'm Caster."

"I really am sorry, Archer." Berserker bowed as he spoke. "But my Master has ordered me to kill you." His tone could have been constructed as apologetic, not that it really mattered. Archer smiled softly at him.

"I'm sorry too," she simply replied, surprisingly unfazed by the Mad Servant's words. "-That I'll never give you that chance."

A hand reached back for another arrow. "Come to me! My Dragons!"

"It is a honour to finally fight you, Caster." Berserker broke the silence in a calm tone. The other, however, was not amused.

"You are a monster."

Berserker's expression didn't change.

"Perhaps," he commented casually. He lifted his hand, cracking an index finger with a thumb. Caster winced at the sound. "But this 'monster' is getting hungry right now. And I have to say, you smell quite...Divine." The Mad Servant half-heartedly laughed at his own joke. And Caster on the other hand didn't know whether to feel insulted or disturbed.

Berserker closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Caster used this valuable pause to ready his magic, orbs of purple bullets steadily circling him.

"Which begs the question," When he opened them again, his left eye had changed. A blood red, veined pupil in a sea of black sclera. Berserker's mouth widened to a manic grin.

"What exactly does an Angel taste like?"