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In the tower of Orleans sat a figure shrouded in black staring at the kingdom from the top and looking at the destruction she had caused for her own hatred.

Was it wrong to hate those that persecuted you for their own belief, she had ask herself that same question third time today in her head yet she had no answer, it was the thought that still lingers in the back of the mind and it irritated by her to no end.

She chuckled at such a thought.

She had looked down at the holy artifact that had been in church hands for long time such a thing had been in the hands of the son of God, it had been search by Kings, and famous travelers have it be in her possession felt to easy yet she had no problem with it, it was fascinating to have such power.

She looked out to the deep horizon where once the sun would be set on the ground going down all of Orleans was hers ,France had fallen,and a change of history had been altered to her favor it was a satisfactory that brought joy to her black heart.

She looked to side of her at man that had been staring at her for the longest time he was very loyal or you could say he had an obsession with her like a dog that would not stop following you after regarding it with your presence he turned to her and gave her a smile.

A murderer

"Is there something wrong my queen" he asked.

"No Gilles, I'm just in deep thought" she responded.

She looked at the burned corps of bishop Pierre Cauchon as it laid unmoving and decaying by the ash in which she was on the stake in the streets being burned.

In this world was nothing more than ideal of evil that had Purge the lands for thousands of years how many have died for sins of mankind or the wars that had brought nothing but bloodshed she did not know there was nothing good in this world she herself was nothing close to that.

A sinister grin had came to her face.

If god could not bring the hand of judgement on this world.

Then I will.

A world in my image.

Sitting down and leaning on a tree as she stared at the lightning ashy sky that she once remembered it being bright blue with white clouds then she looked at the land of her once called home now was nothing more than a battlefield field with blood that can fill 10 lakes, the smell rotten flesh that will make a ordinary person be filled with dread.

She signed at the thought of such things it was saddening enough to see her home in such a state, to see nothing more than carnage in a fallen country it could be called nothing more than a slaughter.

Putting aside all that she looked at the man in dragon armor standing with arms cross staring out to the horizon,he had her heal the knights and villagers back at the village he also help the men rebuild the damage done to the village, but they weren't quite original but enough to keep a roof over their head.

On the outside he looked like a beast ready to devour someone any second, in the inside was a humble individual, looking back at it now he was 'more than what meets the eye' he was no ordinary swordsman with the way he fought, but when she saw him make a sword appear out of thin air it told her otherwise.

Magic

He was mage but not an ordinary mage one that fought with skill,speed,and strength with swords that can through skin harder than rocks.

She thought back to their revelation.

A moment of silence in the air had gave recognition, 28 swords stab into the ground for the dead they had been buried but there gravestone shall remain as a memory.

Kneeling down with giving a prayer to those that died her flag stab into the ground with her sword laid beside her as the wind blew her hair.

He stood behind her patiently for her, it would be the most honorable thing to do in this situation.

The silence had lasted for a while that is until she spoke up.

"You will have to excuse me for this is the memorable thing to do for them"she said.

"Please take your time for I'm in no big of a rush" he responded.

She stood there for some time finishing the last of prayer she stand up and turned to him with a smile.

"Thank you for your patience" she said

"At the very least I'm glad to have helped"

"Yes, all things aside I believe introduction are in section." she suggested

"I am servant Ruler mediator of the grail war." she said.

"Mediator?" he said in confusion."Isn't the church the ones to supervise over the war?"

She nodded her head." Normally yes but for a Ruler we there keep battles in order and not interfere if necessary."

"I see, than allow me to introduce myself my name is shirou but you can me.

He hesitated before answering.

"Archer"

She looked at him with mild curiosity as to why use the class name.

"You are not a servant yet you would use the class name, may I ask why?"

" I prefer it for aliases"

She nodded " I see, then are you aware of the reason for such chaotic events."

He shook his head " no I was hoping that you knew what was happening.

"That ...I myself can't answer because I don't know the reason ether, I was just summon not to long ago.

"That is troubling"

"Indeed"

A discussion had continued for sometime, the thought of having to be summon with no knowledge of what was happening was troubling itself but looking at the situation from here they come with a few conclusion

One was this was the result of a holy grail war.

Two was that someone had brought the chaos here.

The first one had to be the most likely scenario considering he had seen such tragedies in his journey from fake grail wars to one's wishes.

Even being the end result of one.

"It would seem that the both of us are in a direction situation" she said.

"Yes indeed" he agreed turning his gaze to the sky.

She followed his gaze only seeing what was held in the sky.

The dark mass in which had carried chaos.

"If we do not find a reason for what is happening soon, I have feeling that it will get worse". He then turn his gaze back on to her.

He then held his armored hand out, from what ruler could tell she new what it meant.

"May we find the cause of this chaos in a alliance"

She looked at him for a long time trying to see behind in which that hid, she found nothing only truth and honesty more in favor of which.

She made her final decision.

"Very well then..., I jenne D Arc accept your alliance.

She shook his hand.

"May our fate guide us to victory".

As she recall the memory and alliance they had made,she did not understand what draw her to make an alliance with him he didn't seemed to be anything like Noble or King but something else that felt familiar.

A leader.

One who had lead many into battle.

That aura had reminded her of the captains and commanders that lead thousands in battle and had fought beside them the very end,that same arua reminded her of herself.

Pushing those thoughts aside she thought back to her back to her vision on what is to come.

As a human she dreamed of future events that told her, as a child she thought of them as nightmares within time she accepted them as message.

As a servant it had became one if her abilities to foresee the future only in flashes of images.

She closed her eyes as to what she saw.

The dark queen laughing as the flames surrounded all.

The eclipse that will render all.

The awakening of the sea god.

The red Knight against the lion king.

The rise of the divine king and his kingdom.

The hill of swords.

She opened her eyes in grasp of air so much will happen in time she did not comprehend much of it,but some of the images looked familiar at the same time she wondered if those tie in different circumstances.

Yet she could not help but wonder if they were to happen where will they take place, some of those images she did not recognize of but she knew they were going to happen.

She looked out to the horizon.

'what will the future hold'.

xXx

As shirou stared off into the distance searching for anything related he found nothing new, but thousands of skeletons and flying wyverns, they had not spotted his position neither did they decide to go and search.

He signed, he did not understand why was he here he tried to come up with theories as to why, but none made sense and the only that he could come up was with zelretch but quickly crossed that out he would have at least told him something before laughing and grinning before throwing him in a portal.

And a bad headache.

The only thing he could recall was him in sitting down and a flash of light.

Still, nothing will him a answer onto why only he must find the one responsible,the only thing he had was to relay that message.

He looked at the knife in his hand.

'this key shall be your way your domain, only in time shall it be sought'.

The message played in his mind once more only to be left in confusion as for what it meant?

'what domain?'

That he had nothing that he owned only himself, but did he actually owned land, he could not recall only thing he had was his inner world.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he more things to think such as his body did not feel normal,not in a bad way but he felt stronger and lighter his armor felt different like it was more.

Alive?

He did not know if something like this was actually real but he could feel emotions coming from the as armor.

Impatient

Annoyed

He didn't know what it was but it felt like the armor itself was telling him to go fight as if it was waiting to feast upon wyvern flesh.

Kind of weird for him to feeling bloodthirsty he wore this armor for a long time,he killed numerous apostles and beast, the armor itself was fine it was agile to move in but for it to acting like this was… bit worrying to say the least.

Aside from the armor he thought of a another topic that came up today.

Servants.

To remember them was a miracle to say, at least that concept stayed with him, he can hardly remember the last time he saw one maybe when he was younger he remembered a bit.

The golden king stood up top on the throne.

"Come boy, for you have made this far".

Old memories have faded sense then yet he had this distant feeling he was a looking for something, yet he did not know what it was.

He turned his gaze back to the horizon, he did not know why but he felt strange tingle deep whithin him.

"Shirou"

He turned his gaze onto ruler.

"I sense two servants not to far from here" she said getting up from her seat under the tree.

"Can you find there location"

She turned her head and pointed east.

"There"

"I see" he looked in the direction

"Are there any more" he asked.

She closed her eyes and concentrated before answering.

"Yes but it seems to be weakened as if it still is fighting while being defended."

"Let's go"he walked off to the direction only to be halted.

"Are you sure? we do not know the nature of these servants."

"I'm am aware of the possibility but they seemed to be in need if they fighting off something"he said.

"We need to gather as many forces as we can if we are to find out what is happening".

She looked at him to be sure of this decision.

"Very well then"she nodded in agreement.

"Follow me" she ran into the direction as he followed suit.

xXx

They had ran for 5 minutes through the woods and on a path coming across wyverns ,and cutting them down along the way.

Finally coming to a stop on hill the scan the area only to see wyvern's coming down, with shirou taking the initiative to shoot them down with his bow.

One, by one they fell

"Shirou, down there" ruler said

As he followed her gaze he came across a familiar sight.

In a foothill of grass and dirt the the bodies of wyvern's, blood,and bones as two figures fought off what it seemed to be an endless wave of enemies coming from the sky and ground.

The sound of cutting flesh and blood came as a grey wyvern had been cut down in half, the man had then turned around slice off its head from another then another to the left had also suffers the same fate.

Then another, another, another, and another.

It was as if they were sent to their death by the swordsman.

"For beast to actually give me a bit of trouble is highly respected"

A samurai swordsman dressed in purple with long indigo hair and eyes, he was wearing a traditional umanori hakama and a kimono,in his right hand was a long and slender katana.

The swallow that sits in it's nest.

"To that regard, I like grace you with a swift death".

Another wyvern charge at him only for it to lose it's head once it passed by him, it was fast.. the strike itself could not be seen by the normal human eye.

At the temple, the lone swordsman guards the gate.

xXx

Sorry for being late as hell had been sick and this chapter was meant to come out earlier but let's see where this heads off to hopefully the next one be late.