Within the swirling expanse of Akasha, The Root, someone saw a soul. Who or what this being is doesn't matter, as no one will ever hear from him. This being was bored, it wished to change this soul's fate, so he would have an exciting show to watch. It did just that. It flung the soul into the world of Type-Moon.

Nothing built can last forever. And every legend, no matter how great, fades with time. With each passing year, more and more details are lost. Until all that remains are myths...half-truths. To put it simply-lies. Full summary in the fanfic.

Archer forever cursed to eternity as a Counter Guardian. A life full of regrets, yet finally finding hope after the HGW, he finds himself in a new world finally free of Alaya. This new life will definitely different!

He had failed. The grail had been closed but at the cost of everything he held dear. Now, reborn in a new world, Emiya Shirou was left to contemplate the horrors and failures that had befallen him. He had deluded himself in believing he could escape from destiny. There was only one path left for him: to be the sword he had always been fated to be.

Stuck in a body not of his own, a man must figure out how to escape a mountain filled with fire breathing monsters. A bit of ingenuity with magic helps quite a bit with the task. Also, what are these swords I dream of whenever I sleep? SI/OC

He had died never knowing who he had been, with no memory, no ideals, not even a name to call his own. He had been no one and he would return to nothing. But rather than simply fading away into oblivion, the Nameless Archer found himself being reborn into a new world. With a new chance given, perhaps he will manage to find his own identity, or maybe even forge one for himself.