I'm on a roll today with writing aren't I? I've just posted a second chapter at 1:00 A.M. In the morning and now I posted this. Either I have way too much free time or I'm just a dedicated writer. So far I think the story is going pretty well.

I'm trying to figure out though if I should follow the game with the canon protagonist past, or make up my own. If anybody is reading my story, I'd like to know what you think about it. :3

Thoughts=Thoughts

Talking=Talking

Noble Phantasm=Noble Phantasm

Strange Voice=Strange Voice

The sky burns

Houses collapse into ruin.

People all to the ground.

Roads come to an end.

The conflict started here.

With this, the world that was will be restored.

It is here that "I" alone had survived.

Don't remember/Never forget.

Oblivion is salvation and sin.

Never forget.

"I" was born from predition.

Gentle rain begins to fall. The smell of burning buildings, corpses, and screams of terror could be heard. Samantha opened her eyes, seeing an ugly and grotesque battle field in the form of a burning city in front of here.

"Where am I? What is this place? Why is everything here on fire?" Samantha looked over and gasped, seeing dead burned corpses of a woman and two children on the ground and closed her eyes shut. 'What is this place? Is this...one of my memories?'

A strong explosion sounded all around her. Samantha looked up to see a large building behind her explode into pieces and begin to fall down on her. With the strength she had she tried to get up, but Samantha's legs were suddenly frozen, her body unable to move.

"No! I-I gotta move!" Samantha yelled at herself, struggling to move her body but with no such luck. The building soon got closer and closer to her, the looming shadow of the destroyed skyscraper enveloping her vision until...

Samantha opened her eyes and got up with a jolt, cold sweat running down her head and her breath ragged and heavy. "It...was a dream?" She asked herself.

The young blunette searched the area she was in. A white room, medical supplies everywhere, and she was laying on a bed. "I'm in the school nurses office?"

'Are you my master?' A voice echoed through her mind.

That's right! I was in that final room with that Effigy thing. But could that have been a crazy dream too?" Samantha hesitated to try and answer that question herself, laying back on the bed and taking a deep breath, closing her eyes from the room lights.

"Jeez, it took you long enough to wake up. You've been taking it pretty easy, I see." A familiar voice said out of thin air.

Samantha jolted up once again, a sudden noise as if glass was cracking was heard, the man wearing crimson red appearing next to Samantha's bed. She remembered him. The man from the final room who appeared before her during her apparent final moments of life.

"You're...that guy I met in the final room." Samantha said with a hint of nervousness.

The man in crimson nodded. "So, is everything okay with you? Tell me if you feel pain anywhere."

"Pain?...That's right! I got cut in the back before. But, why don't I feel any pain. How is that possible? That battle had to have happened only 10 minutes ago." Samantha exclaimed, touching her lower back, feeling no pain, no bandages, or even any scar that indicated she was even cut.

"It's from the power I have given you. As the Holy Grail War has begun, monitoring my master's condition is a necessity." The man said with a stoic look to the young girl.

"Master? Hold on, I'm still confused on why you're even here. Who are you? And why do you keep calling me master?" Samantha asked.

The man sighed, rubbing his eyes, showing how aggravated he must have been already. "Before I go on, you did enter the Holy Grail War knowing what you were getting into right?"

Samantha paled a bit, tying to figure out what the heck the man was talking about. "Umm...no. I don't even know what this war is."

The man groaned. "Please tell me you're kidding right? You entered the Holy Grail War without knowing what it even is?"

Samantha only looked at the man in silence, a blush of embarrassment on her face. "I-It's not like I wanted to join whatever this war is. I just wanted some answers is all. I didn't think doing that would lead me to meeting you." Samantha protested.

"*sigh* Until now the idea of a clueless master never occurred to me. Oh well, as our contract is official, verbal abusing you isn't going to help matters." He said.

"Maybe if you could just tell me what the Holy Grail War is, I can understand it better?" Samantha suggested with a look of boredom.

The man had a slight glare to Samantha, but quickly set it aside. "Alright than. The Holy Grail War in general is a war. You know of the Holy Grail correct? It is an object that has the ability to grant wishes. It has been seen and recorded to come in many forms. Once a cup, another a tree, and even at times could be a human.

Many years ago, people with magic ability known as Magi got together and fought each other for the grail, making the first war recorded in history. The rules of it are quite simple: Kill or be killed."

"So...am I a Magi?" The young master asked.

"Well I suppose so. You entered the Holy Grail War, you summoned me as well so I am sure that counts for something. Getting back on topic, the war consists of seven people fighting for the grail. Though this one is quite different from others I have seen. Like the rules now. If we lose, you have to forfeit your command seals to the winner."

"Command seals?" Samantha shifted her gaze to strange markings on her right hand. It was written in blood red lining and was beautiful in a sense. The markings took the form of two dual blades combing into a large sword, which was than surrounded by what appeared to be angel wings. "This thing on my hand right?"

"Correct. With those symbols on your hand, they prove that you are a master in the war. With those you can use them to command your servant to do whatever you wish three times. You can even make them do something against their will." The man said, a hint of regret in his voice.

'He sounds...sad about the command seals powers. Maybe something bad happened to him with them in another war?'

"The only way to get out of this war is to win or die. So I hope with this in mind you know not to take this war lightly. I know I shouldn't ask since you didn't know about masters or the war, but do you know what a servant it?"

"A servant...I know they embody legendary souls. But that's all I really know." Samantha explained, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, her mind wandering back to the strange voice in the dungeon telling her of the servant she had summoned.

"Well you have half of it correct. Yes, servants are re-creations of legendary souls, which are called and summoned by masters to fight in the Holy Grail War."

"So...your some type of heroic spirit?" Samantha questioned with curiosity.

The man stayed silent, his eyes downcast a bit and continued on with his explanation, not answering her question. "Servants are than categorized in seven classes from their skills. Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, and of course Berserker. Each class has a specialty they use in battle. I am an Archer and specialize in bows." The man said with a small smirk.

Samantha looked at the apparent Archer in front of her with surprise. 'So...I summoned a heroic spirit of Archer class? Sure he may be a bit rude and mean at times, but his skills must be amazing.'

"Wait a second. You never answered my question before. You're a heroic spirit right? Well what's your name?" Samantha repeated, wanting to know her servants name.

The man sighed. "My name...I don't remember." He said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Hey, don't ignore me! Just tell me your name." Samantha demanded.

"I'm not going to. Even if I did you wouldn't know who I was. Not all spirits are heroes from history. You can just call me Archer. All masters refer to their servants by class anyway." Archer said, looking at his female master.

With a sigh Samantha laid in her bed. "Fine Archer. I don't like it, but I guess it'll make due until you actually tell me your name." Samantha said before turning to look at her servant again, but saw him smirk and disappear.

"H-Hey! Ugh, dammit Archer!" She yelled, annoyed by the mans sudden disappearance. He was probably laughing at her right now somewhere. Samantha laid on hospital bed and relaxed her body, hoping a bit more sleep would help her figure out this war.

She prayed though that no more nightmares of burning cities would plague her mind again.

And done once again. For I guess I'll skip through a bit of the game and start the next chapter about maybe when Sam and Archer get their first notice on their match against Shinji. Oh that's going to be fun. X3