Author's Note: Another Chapter completed. To everyone who's reviewed, Thank you! I'm happy knowing that you enjoy the story so far. Also, for anyone interested, Kami no Kage has started a Fate/Stay night and Bleach crossover called He Who Protects the Living. I helped with him with the general idea and plot, and anything he was stuck on. Kami also gave me some help and a few idea's that I plan to use further into the story, so here's a thanks from me.

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(Shirou's Dream)

Shirou didn't know why he was dreaming this, he had dreamed about his uncle's war stories before, but nothing that could be created from his imagination could come close to the horror that he was currently witnessing.

Flames bathed the land in pain and destruction, burning everyone in it's wake. Father's and Mother's sacrificed themselves for their children, only for them to be swept away by the very flames they sort to protect them from. Men and women ran in panic, lashing about at anyone who got in their way in a bid for safety. Homes crumbled under the inferno's might, ending all that lived within them. The earth became barren and cracked, plant life dried up and turned to ash under the heat. And above all this shone a black moon, basking the land with dark intent and pure malice.

It was the very epitome of hell on earth, a never ending hell that a child should never need to witness.

Shirou soon saw something walking within the middle of the flames. A boy, who looked remarkable like himself, his red hair and golden eyes blended with his surroundings, as if the boy was part of the flames themselves. Empty gold eyes stared ahead as he walked, ignoring the burning people who stretched out to him, ignoring the screams and cries of pain, ignoring the flames that caressed his skin, ignoring the pain that coursed through his body as it turned red and bleed.

The screams lessened as he continued to walk, while the inferno continued to consume everything as it raged across the land. And still, he walked, the cracked earth scorching his bare feet as he did so. Soon the only sound around him was the blazing flames, they danced around him as the last of his strength faded.

The image of the boy faded from Shirou's vision as the sky replaced it, flames flickering around the edges of his sight. Soon a man appeared, a look of absolute happiness shone on his face as tears of relief fell from his eyes. The image began to fade, darkness covering the corners of his sight as it did so. And with a flash of golden light the dream ended.

(Shirou's and Walter's Room)

Shirou woke with a gasp, his body shivering while his clothes and sheets were covered in sweat. It took ten minutes for him to calm his beating heart and regain his breath. It took much longer for him to come to terms with what he had just witnessed. He had first been consumed by the very memory of what he had seen, but slowly the pressure that the dream had brought ebbed away.

And that brings us to were we are now, with Shirou as he thought on the dream. He had tried to match his uncles stories up against the dream to try and make sense of it, and to his surprise he found similarities as he did so. He was able to find out something from the similarities, this was the fact that the fire had not started naturally, that much he was sure of. Nothing that caused that much death and destruction could be natural.

The eight year old quickly came to a conclusion. Someone or something had started that fire, and if they had been stopped that tragedy would not of happened. Those people would not of died, parents wouldn't of had to sacrifice themselves to save their children, only for their sacrifice to be in vain. If only someone had stopped them, if only a hero had come to protect them.

A spark of determination filled his golden eyes as he made a decision. While that may of only been a dream, that didn't mean that such a thing couldn't happen. He would become a hero to stop such a thing from happening, he would become a hero to protect people from tragedy.

Shirou shot out of bed as he went in search of one of the two people who could train him. You could imagine the surprise Walter had when Shirou ran up to him in wet pyjamas asking him to make him a hero.

(Arturia's Dream)

As Arturia sleep she dreamt of a princess who was raised to be a king. She had dreamt of herself being a knight and a hero before, but this was the first time she had dreamt of someone else.

She watched as the king handed his daughter to a wrinkled elder with a grey beard that reached his feet. The elder stood like a man of youth, the mischievous glint in his eyes doing nothing more than empower that image. Her sight quickly faded only to return with the elder again, but this time he was handing the girl over to a knight. Again her sight faded.

The dream carried on in a similar fashion, showing Arturia the princess's life in a slideshow of images. It showed how the knight treated the girl as a boy, training her harshly as if to reach a hidden goal. The girl grow, determination shining through her green eyes throughout each image. The girl was beaten, wounded and insulted, but each time she rose back to her feet with same look in her eyes.

Arturia began to admire the girl, the strength she showed, the ability to carry on no matter what the knight throw against her. It was everything she wished to be as a knight and a hero.

The girl was now fifteen, news had spread about the king's death and the kingdom was beginning to panic, turmoil began to become evident in the people as news of an impending invasion arrived soon after. It had been several days since his death when the elderly man showed his face again. He explained to the girl about who she was, and how she would be seen as the kingdom's destined ruler if she pulled the king's sword from a stone. He also explained that doing so would mean that she was willing to accept the hardships of being king, she would have to give up her gender and be a hero responsible for welfare of her kingdom and her people.

Arturia watched as the girl wore armour and tied her hair to hide her gender before she approached the sword. She watched as she fought each of the knights guarding the stone, and how she bested them in single combat with a two handed weapon that was much too big for a girl her size.

Arturia starred in awe as the girl pulled the sword out of the stone without a single speck of hesitation, the only thing that was shown on her face was a look of pure resolve as she raised the blade in the air. A roar was heard as the knights raised their blades in the air and named her king. Light shone on their blades and blinded Arturia's vision, and with it her dream ended.

(Arturia's Bedroom)

Arturia's eye's split open as she awoke from her slumber. She rose from her bed and throw her silk bed sheet's off her, allowing them to slip off her bed and onto the floor as she did so.

The eight year old girl couldn't keep the excited grin off her face as she remembered her dream. A princess who was raised as a boy and trained as a knight, a girl who had a determination of steel and a resolve to protect her people that outmatched anyone she had ever seen or heard of, a girl that would throw away her own gender to protect her people, such a girl was the ideal of everything she wished to be.

The girl thought on the stories that her father had told her, she only just noticed that all the stories that her father had told her revolved around men, himself in particular. This was the first time she had seen or heard of a female hero, a female knight at that. It may have been a dream, but that didn't stop Arturia from idolising the female king from it.

She didn't think that she could discard her gender like the king had done, but she was determined to gain skills and a resolve that could match the king's. She would become a hero for her kingdom's people, she may never rule the kingdom with her brother Logan and her father being the current and next in line to be king. But she could still be a knight, a knight that honours and protects her people from those that would do them harm.

And with that a happy, but determined, princess ran to her fathers room to demand training. You could clearly see the look on the queen's and king's face as their daughter awoke them by diving onto their bed before demanding her father to teach her to be a hero. Arturia's father just smiled in response.

(One month Later, The Castles Garden)

Walter reminisced on how Shirou's training had gone the last month as he blocked the boy's wooden sword with his own. The boy tended to fight better using the blade in one hand, moving quickly and striking at any unprotected spots he could find, even using his free hand when he was close enough. His nephew also seemed to be more of a speed fighter than strength, moving quickly and striking fast instead of putting all his strength into each blow. The main problem the boy had apart from lacking a fighting style and experience was the fact that he kept throwing his bloody training blade at him whenever he got some distance. In fact, he had just thrown it again. Walter quickly brought his sword up and blocked the throw, noticing how it would of hit exactly where the boy had intended if he hadn't blocked, like every throw he had done before.

Walter didn't want to beat the boy's throwing habit out of him, mainly because of the pure accuracy he throw them with. The only problem was the fact that he was defenceless once he had thrown the practice blade. As Walter looked upon Shirou's disappointed features an idea wormed it's way into his head.

Walter quickly moved over to the spare training swords he had brought, picking up Shirou's along the way. He soon returned and throw Shirou's blade at him along with an extra one that was the same length and size as the one he had been using.

"Try using both of them this time," with a little nod from Shirou he charged. Walter could already see an improvement in the boy's movements before he had even blocked the first blow. As usual Walter easily blocked the boy's attacks, but he could tell that it was slightly harder to block than it had been a moment ago. As the two continued to spar Walter thought of on Shirou's skill when it came to accuracy, he wondered if the boy would be any good with a gun with the same skills. But those thoughts would be for another time, when he was old enough to be trusted with a proper blade instead of the practice swords that is.

With that the sound of crunching grass and the smacking of wood upon wood echoed through the garden as they continued to train.

(Castle's Training Area)

Uther looked upon his daughter as she charged at him, a large two-handed wooden sword held within her hands. She had been adamant about using a two-handed weapon for some reason, he had originally allowed her to use it simply to see her fail so she would use a more suitable training sword for a girl. But to his surprise she was able to wield the weapon with a surprising amount of strength for a beginner, in fact he would of thought that she had been secretly training with that type of weapon before if it wasn't for the fact that the training blades, and real blades, had guards stationed nearby to make sure they were not stolen.

With a loud smack their wooden blades connected, determination shone on his daughters face as she continued to heave her sword at him with all the strength her little arms could contain. In the time they had trained together, much to his wife's annoyance, he had found that his daughter had a knack with using a blade. The most obvious problem she had, was the fact that the blade tired her out rather quickly, he had already thought of several idea's that he could use to fix this problem. The main one being a different blade.

But knowing that his daughter would refuse to use any other type of weapon he decided to go with idea-number-two: heavy clothing. The idea was rather simply, she would wear clothes with heavier material until she got used to it, and then use an even heavier type of clothing, and repeat. It was with the hope that this training would allow her to use armour more effectively when she reached a certain age that he had applied it. And that resulted in the girl wearing leather hide, instead of her usual silk garments.

A ring of a bell halted the spar between a father and his panting daughter. Uther realized that he had better end the spar and get his daughter changed unless he wished to receive the wrath of his wife, she had already complained about how inappropriate it was for a princess to be wearing clothes of that make. If she saw Arturia in her current state she would ban him from training her, or more likely, ban him from the bedroom.

"Go get changed quickly Arturia, and make sure to wash the sweat off your face before coming to dinner. We don't want to receive your mothers anger now, do we?" At seeing his daughter rapidly shaking her head before running off he couldn't hold of a chuckle. His daughter received as much strife from his wife as he did, even if most of the strife he gained from his wife was because of his daughter in the first place. With another chuckle he placed the training swords back in their cabinets before heading towards the dinning room, no point in keeping his wife waiting after all.

And with that another day passes for the two young hero's.

Narrator Section:

Gazzadcs/Saber: Seconds!

Fate Shirou: Here you go, why are you here anyway author?

Gazzadcs: Everyone eats ton's of your food when you cook, so I wanted to see what's the fuss was about. Just don't tell the tiger that I'm eating her share!

Fate Shirou: Don't worry, I won't tell Fuji-nee a thing. "No promises about Saber telling her to save my hide though."

Gazzadcs: *Shiver* What's this ominous feeling?

Saber: Thirds!

Gazzadcs: Already!…Hey, the readers are here, quick do your lines!

Fate Shirou: That's the end of that chapter, Hope you enjoyed it!

Saber: *Gulp* Please Review. *Goes back to eating*

Gazzadcs: See you around people, hope your all looking forward to the next chapter!

Fate Shirou: Was that ok?

Gazzadcs: *Thumbs up* Perfect!

Extra: Fate Halves, Meet your Younger Fable Halves!, oh and Sakura as well…

Teen Shirou and Saber just starred at the mini version of themselves, with a look of complete lose on their faces.

Arturia had a look akin to hero worship on her face, and how couldn't she, her idol was right in front of her!

Child Shirou just looked around for a moment before spotting the kitchen. "If your making dinner can I help?" He used his ultimate weapon against the older teen, the puppy eyes!

Teen Shirou looked in horror, only now realizing the power he used against Fuji-nee when he was younger to get her to do what he wanted, mainly cooking. After a failing attempt of resistance he have in. "I was about to make some dinner, if you follow me you can help," and with that he walked off, followed eagerly by his mini me.

Two grumbles could be heard from two stomachs behind them, Arturia had a small bit of drool coming from the corner of her mouth while Saber just looked eager.

Once Arturia remembered who was in front of her she pulled her wooden sword from somewhere(?) and held it in front of her. "Could you please sign this?" She used the technique that she had learnt from Shirou, with her own little improvement, fake tears!

Saber didn't stand a chance and gave in instantly, a happy Arturia sat down hugging her new favourite sword. Saber was soon to follow and sat down beside her.

At the sound of a door opening both turned their heads and saw Sakura walking in. "Hello Saber…..," a blank look showed on her face once she noticed Arturia.

"Hey I brought some snacks that you could eat while were cooking. Who's the lady?" As child Shirou walked in carrying a tray of snacks Sakura turned, after several seconds of starring her face combusted and she fainted.

"I think I broke her…" Child Shirou replied as he set the tray of snacks down on the table. You could faintly hear her muttering something about 'Child-Family-Indecent', the one which worried Child Shirou was the rapid repeating 'Little Shirou-Chan!'.