Author's Notes: Hey I'm back! I've been receiving great expectations about this fanfic. I'm really flattered since this is my first time doing this. I'll try my best to meet those expectations.

Thanks to Futon Lord for pointing out my grammar mistakes. Hope this one has fewer mistakes.

As I said before, I'm following the Campione's LN closely, well at least as a guide for this story. Hope it turns out good. I don't want to spoil the story here since its not fun if you already know what to expect. So I'm gonna stop here and let you guys explore yourselves. Let's Go!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fate/Stay Night nor Campione! materials

Chapter I

"Ugh…"

I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes. The scent of salt violated my nose causing me to cringe in displeasure.

I looked around my surroundings. A stunning scenery entered my view. A vast ocean that sparkles from the reflection of the sunlight with a wide sandy beach. A Japanese teenager of about 15-16 years of age was there supporting me to a sitting position.

"Where am I?" I blurt out the first thing that came to my mind. The last thing I remember, I was running for my dear life from the enforces and…

"You're in Cagliari, the capital city of the island of Sardinia. Are you alright?"

"Cagliari? Sardinia? Wait that means I'm near Italy….Wait what!?"

Now that he mentioned it, after getting stuck with no option left, there was this old man that pushed me…and there was this blinding light and…

"Zelretch" I swore under my breath. That guy… deciding things on his own. What was that portal that I went through? Is this a parallel world? I massaged my head while contemplating about the situation that I'm was in.

"Erm…hey are you really alright? What happened to you? Did you get shipwrecked or something? Do you remember anything?"

I looked up at the teenager that was bombarding me with questions. He was an average looking youth with short black hair and an average built. He seems to have some magecraft lingering around him albeit very faint. Is he a magi? If he is, I'd better be wary of him and keep my guard up just in case he recognizes me.

I did a brief scan on my body. Accessing any damage that I had sustained during my previous encounter, which to my surprise was mostly healed. "I'm fine. Though I'm not really sure what happened to me. I want to know that myse-"

My sentence was cut short as my instinct kicked in. A strong thick presence was leaking from an approaching figure. It's been a while since I had encountered this presence and that was during the war. Just remembering it makes me sick.

I stood up quickly and switched myself to combat mode. My hands at my side ready as though grabbing an imaginary hilt, ready to trace my twin swords anytime. My prana levels had yet to recover though still enough to trace a few blades before I'm out. If he turned out to be a threat, then I'm in deep trouble.

The approaching figure was of a young teenager. The way he walks was graceful and his facial feature lacked any flaws. Leaking from him was a strong, dense magical energy.

"Who are you? What are you?"

Seeing his posture full of confidence and an absurd amount of prana, there was no mistaking it, this youth was a heroic spirit, no, perhaps something different. Heroic spirits are beings that accomplished great achievement in their previous lives and even after death, became an object of worship and lore. When they reached that stage, they are descended to the throne of heroes known as heroic spirits. However the existence of this being in front of me is different. He was neither what one would call human nor a heroic spirit but the aura he's permeating was akin to one.

We both stared at each other, as though studying one another. My facial expression was grim but the youth was smiling with eyes full of interest.

"Deciphered my nature it seems thou had. Yes, I am the victorious one! One that vanquishes all my enemies or any kind of conflict. For victory is always within my grasp. Thou art interesting thyself! Thou who hath went through countless battles, a warrior fitting to be called a hero in this century. Shall we have a duel to see who art more worthy of the title of a hero. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil. Now come!"

He found out about me with just a glimpse. Taking a step backwards, I found myself clenching my fist hard that they start to feel numb. My body was trembling slightly. This guy is trouble.

"Hey, calm down. What's with you suddenly tensing up, wanting to fight? This guy is injured after going through some bad experience. Don't pick on him." The Japanese teen scolded the youth. Is he really ignorant about the situation? I'm not sure to believe the phrase where 'ignorance is bliss' anymore. Worried that the youth might attack him for interrupting, I took a step forward. The youth merely stared at me ignoring the teen. Silence ensued and a tense atmosphere thickened the surroundings.

"Err…Oh, we haven't really introduce ourselves properly yet. My name is Kusanagi Godou. As you can see, I'm from Japan. I'm here for some errand for my grandfather. Well erm… what's your name?"

As though trying to break the tense atmosphere, the Japanese teen, known as Godou, addressed me. The youth on the other hand was still eyeing me, eyes full of interest. He doesn't seem to attack so I slacken my guard a bit.

"I'm Emiya Shirou."

Giving a short answer, I intently watch them for any slight reaction at my name. The name 'Emiya' itself would cause people affiliated with magecraft to frown in displeasure. The title 'The Magus Killer' was famous throughout the magus society. If Godou was really a magus, he would display some reaction to that name. However he just took it in normally and so did the youth.

"Then Emiya-kun, nice to meet you. Hope we get along well. Are you sure you're alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

I nod my head to indicate that I'm fine. I turn my gaze towards the youth.

"Oh. Even though we've met earlier, I still haven't got your name."

Godou followed my gaze to address the youth. The youth in question was still gazing intently at me. Was I that interesting? He then finally turned to face Godou.

"Boy, to interrupt an exchange between warriors, thou should be punished. But I shall forgive thee this time for I sense potential within thee."

Godou just stared at him with confusion.

"My name should be known far and wide. I am...hmm...what is my name? Hah, no matter. For I am the victorious one. I who have long sought defeat but with no opponent that could prevail against me. An interesting opponent thou would be if we were to duel."

As the youth finished his sentence he returned his gaze back at me. He wants to fight huh? I readied back my stance and glared back at him. Godou just stood there dumbfounded by the declaration.

"Huh? Victorious? So you basically have amnesia is it? Sigh...One after another."

Godou sighed as though giving up. Well can't blame the guy. Meeting two weird people at the same time, who wouldn't?

The atmosphere returned to being tense. "Err…Do you know each other?" Godou asked meekly. "No. I believe this is the first time that we've met." I replied grimly.

"Ok... Let's not get hasty shall we? For the time being how about we go to someplace to rest. Emiya-kun, you look exhausted. How about you, erm...victorious one?"

Probably because we were too occupied with each other that we didn't notice the approaching figure.

"Excuse me the person there, pardon the intrusion but I have a few questions that I want to ask of you."

Standing tall and proud was a beautiful young lady. An average height of about 160cm, the girl in question had beautiful long reddish blonde hair that flutters against the ocean breeze.

A stunning natural beauty as though carved out by an artist, with perfect curves and figure that would be an envy of models and actresses. Adorned with red clothing together with her golden hair further intensifies her beauty in the glowing sunset.

An aura full of confidence and nobility, one does not simply forget her after getting a glimpse her beauty. To add on further, she was a magus. Leaking from her was a strong amount of magical energy but still within the human limits.

Noticing my gaze, the blonde girl stared back at me where a slight hint of blush appeared on her cheeks which she brushed it off quickly and focused her attention back to the youth.

"I want you to tell me about the appearance of the god in this island. My name is Erica Blandelli. Consider it a token of my kindness that you don't have to give me your names."

Speaking in fluent Italian, the lady declared with an air of a noble. Luckily I learnt some Italian before when I travelled around to train.

I snorted. That haughty attitude of hers, it's like she's the exact duplicate of a certain drilled haired blonde that I'm acquainted with. Always competing with Rin, even the smallest matter can be turned into a big fight. Saber and I would always be the victim of their wrath, scratch that, I would always be the victim. Saber always disappeared whenever those two came to a stalemate and would turn to ask my opinion on who was the right one. Whichever side I chose would ended up the same for me. Though results may vary, ultimately I would suffer. I grimaced recalling the nostalgic memories.

Returning back to what she had mentioned, a god on the island? What did she mean? Could that answer the being that's trying to pick a fight with me?

Noticing my rude response she frowned at me as though studying me. I suppressed my prana, tying my best to hide the fact that I am a magus. "You over there, how rude of you. What was so laughable that could excuse your rude response?"

"Sorry but I don't understand you. Hey you know what she's talking about?"

I feigned ignorance at the language she used and directed my question to Godou.

"You asking me? I'm not so sure myself. Hey, any ideas? I can't speak Italian that well."

This time the question shifted to the youth.

"She's threatening us to hand in information about everything we know."

"What? Why?"

I suppressed my laughter at the conversation between us that's happening in Japanese. The young beauty frowned in displeasure at our conversation.

"Are you making a fool out of me? How dare you. How foolish of you to come here without the knowledge of the language spoken here."

Her tone contained a hint of anger in it. Even so, her angry expression was still beautiful. This time she spoke with very fluent Japanese.

"I shall overlook your behavior and in return you shall answer my questions. I am Erica Blandelli, Great Knight of the magic association of Milan, the Copper Black Cross. Can you tell me why you were sighted in all places where divine presence were confirmed?"

She directed the question to the youth this time. "It can't be mere coincidence right? We have members from our association around that have confirmed your presence at the time of the multiple appearances around the island three days ago. What do you know about this [Heretic God]?"

I tensed up at the word. Magic Association? Is she after me? No, she's referring to the youth. And about the [Heretic God]? Is this even my world? Questions flooded my mind. In any case I should be wary around here. There seemed to be eyes watching everywhere.

Erica then turned to address the two of us, "Who are you? You seem suspicious enough. Though not that apparent, could you be a mage? Or perhaps a deacon for a religion. It's no surprise if you were the one that summoned a [Heretic God]. Am I right to say that?"

I continued to wear a poker face. I'm still not sure of the situation, so information was crucial before I do anything rash. Meanwhile Godou wore a confused look on his face while the youth still have the same carefree look. Each one of us was out of sync. Silence continued for a while.

"Hmph! The silent treatment, huh? Very well, peaceful negotiation has failed. You leave me no choice but to resort to force. Prepare yourself to battle against the soon to be Diavolo Rosso!" Erica proclaimed broadly.

"What? Soon to be? Meaning you have not yet?" Godou absentmindedly blurted out. I facepalmed. Great going Godou. Now she's going to get angrier. Hearing that question, Erica glared daggers at Godou and spoke of what to be known as spell words.

"Come, lion of steel. The one carrying the spirit of lion. The steel that carries the essence of battle! Respond to my hand and voice! Your name is Cuore di Leone… The warrior inheriting the name of the lion-hearted king!"

Putting forth her hand forward, a red magic circle with a rose pattern inscribed in the centre appeared in front of her. A head of a steel lion was summoned.

"The knight Erica Blandelli swears thus, I will return your loyalty with my valour and chivalry!"

Erica reached out as the steel lion opened its mouth wide. Reaching out inside the lion's mouth, Erica pulled out a sword. A slim and slender sword, this rapier was formally owned by a knight known as Saint Raffaello. It's shaped was originally that of a two-handed broad sword. It seems the sword can shape shift to other different forms. Information flooded my mind after analysing her weapon.

I tensed up and shifted to combat mode. Godou stood there dumbfounded at the display of magecraft while the youth continued to stand there smiling at the girl's display of hostility. Erica brandished her sword towards us as though provoking for an attack.

"Thou dare to point a sword at me? Even for warriors of the past dare not act as such. Indeed terrifying how ignorance can be."

"Oh? Are you belittling me? Should I prepare a sword for you for our duel?"

Her stance showed that she's an experienced swordsman. An elegant poise that expressed nobility and confidence, Erica challenged the youth.

"Amusing thou are. Though I would rather duel this warrior, I don't have time to spare thee. For a more troublesome premonition is about to come."

Referring back to me, Erica was speechless at the rejection and narrowed her eyes at me.

Just as I was about to rebuke, a strong, heavy presence, almost monstrous, appeared at the sea out of nowhere.

"-ROAARRRRR!-"

The roar of the beast echoed throughout the area. A gigantic [Boar] of fifty feet in length, with jet black fur and tusks so huge that could only spell destruction, was destroying its way to the harbour.

A divine beast. That's what my gut is telling me. So well-built with muscles, with a strong and vigorous body, it was emitting an aura of divinity.

Whenever it charged, buildings would collapse.

Whenever it roared, windows and glass would shatter.

Wherever it went, destruction followed suit.

Explosions could be heard in a nearby warehouse. Fire erupted from where the explosions were, blazing brightly in the sunset.

Godou and Erica stood there flabbergasted, frozen by the sudden turn of events.

The youth had disappeared somewhere right after the appearance of the beast. That guy was way too suspicious. Judging from the accusation from Erica together with his premonition of the approaching danger, he must be somewhat closely related to what's happening.

But now was not the time to suspect the youth. A monster was wreaking havoc in the city and I have to stop it. Without wasting any time, I dashed towards the divine beast. People's lives were in danger the longer I delayed. Godou shouted something but I kept on running to fulfill my dream, to be an Ally of Justice.

Erica was on the other hand, running up on the rooftops of buildings, heading towards the raging beast. Our eyes make contact. It was brief but I could tell that she was getting doubtful about me. To avoid being further suspected, I ran to another direction into a burning building to aid victims that I heard pleading for help.

With her sword in hand, Erica went to face the beast head on. Standing about eight-story tall, the savage beast was rampaging randomly at any tall structure or buildings in sight. The knight of Milan unleashed a burst of power towards the gigantic [Boar] but was rendered useless against the protection of the divine beast. Howling in protest at the attempt to hurt it, the beast hurled itself at the blonde lady.

After saving some people in the rubble of destruction, I stood a couple of meters away from the [Boar] and went into deep concentration.

I dove deep into my library of weapons, searching for the weapon that is suitable to restrain divine beast.

'Tch!' I clicked my tongue. I only have enough prana to trace it plus one more weapon before I'm out. I don't have a choice. I have to act fast before the black brute wreaked further chaos.

Trace on.

"I am the bone of my sword"

Reciting my first line of aria, I imagine a makeshift gun. Reproducing the weapon in my Reality Marble as though loading a gun, I project it to reality as though firing it.

"Enkidu: Chains of Heaven!"

Sounds of chains vibrated through the air. Halting the divine beast's movement before it crushed the blonde lady, the chain wrapped itself around the beast. The neck, waist, torso and limbs were restrained by the steel chain rendering the beast immobile. The blade end of the chain embedded itself deep into the ground but not without cutting through the divine beast when encircling it. I hold tightly onto the other end making sure to constantly supply prana enough to sustain the chain.

Enkidu was a divine chain used by fifth King of Uruk. Named after his closest friend, it was used to stop the rampaging 'Bull of Heaven' that had caused seven years of famine in Uruk. Its ability allowed itself to bind the gods. The higher the divinity, the stronger the chain binds the target. A perfect weapon for this grotesque beast.

The [Boar] roared in fury as the chains restrained it to the ground. The more the beast struggled, the tighter the chain becomes. Elongating and constricting as though trying to tear the limbs apart, the oversize [Boar] howled in pain. The black beast was not the only one struggling though. My magic circuits have been pumping prana non-stop to maintain the chain, heating up my whole body. I don't think I could hold out much longer. I need to act fast before I ran out of juice.

The [Boar] identified the source of it's restriction. With heavy breathing, the trapped savage beast released a deep growl and stared straight at me with eyes full of ferocity as though remembering my face, as though targeting me, eyes of a wild animal hungry for prey. I unconsciously slackened the flow of prana causing the chain to loosen a bit. Shit. Taking advantage of the opening, the black beast roared and flailed wildly attempting to escape the chains binding it. My magic circuits were straining as I try to maintain Enkidu's form. I can't keep this up any longer. Got to end this fast.

Just as I was about to trace my next weapon, a strong whirlwind blew strongly onto the scene. A strong aura similar to that of the [Boar] could be felt permeating from it. I reinforced my eyes to see better only to briefly see a figure of a person at the eye of the storm.

Golden swords joined the raging wind, forming a deadly whirlwind of swords that cuts the [Boar] into pieces. Howling in pain before its demise, the black beast turned into sand. The leftovers of what's left of the giant beast were carried away by the whirlwind, vanishing altogether.

What was that? I sensed divine presence from the whirlwind just now. Was this what Erica spoke of earlier? I have to investigate this further.

Relieved to see the monster gone, I turned to see Godou running up to me before I collapse on my knees out of fatigue for overexerting myself.

"Hey are you alright!?" I can see his panicked stricken face as he supported me. Funny, I've heard that phrase twice in such short time.

"Hold on, I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, no hospital please. I just need some rest and I'll be alright."

"But-"

I looked at him straight in the eye. He slowly nodded. "Ok, I'll take you back to where I'm staying tonight."

"Thanks." I was grateful for his understanding. I wanted to avoid getting myself involved too much with the public services where they checked for ID and I still haven't confirm my situation yet. Better stay a low profile.

"Hey did you see that monster? What the hell was that? This is getting freaky." Godou asked me with a trembling voice. "I want to know that myself." I replied tiredly.

Thankful that I got help, my conscious faded halfway through, tired at all the commotion that's happening. But my mind just can't stop remembering the youth, the all too suspicious person. I'm too curious to know what he was and how closely related he was with the incident. With that in mind, my conscious faded. What we didn't know was that someone was watching us from afar.

*Scene Break*

Erica Blandelli was a proud knight and a mage of the magic association of Milan, The Copper Black Cross. Descended from the Knights Templar which dominated Europe since the Middle Ages, the Copper Black Cross was one of the strongest associations.

Already mastering knighthood at a young age of fifteen, Erica was a prodigy in both martial arts and magic inherited from the lineages of the Templar Knights from ancient Rome to medieval Europe. Even so, she still lacked the experience and achievements to inherit the title of Diavolo Rosso which was earned by her esteemed uncle, her only blood relative left. It was a title endowed to the top knight that represented the Copper Black Cross to other outside parties. This title of honour was renounced by her uncle who was now the commander-in-chief just three months ago. In order to inherit the title, Erica required an accomplishment, high enough to gain recognition among the associations.

Thus here she was, to investigate the appearance of the [Heretic God] on the island of Sardinia. To uncover the true identity of it and to seal it, bringing peace back to the island. However the situation she was in was truly unexpected.

Her magic associates had already done an investigation and a youth had come out from their results. Being spotted at all the appearance of the different sightings, Erica went to confront the said youth, only to find two other people with him. One of them was an ordinary guy but the other was just as intriguing as the youth.

He seemed to be a Japanese with a slightly taller than an average Asian. His body was well toned as though he'd undergone training and hands that were rough hinted of wielding a weapon. But what was the most intriguing about him were his eyes. With those golden-brown, hawk-like eyes, eyes that seem to study you, evaluating you, eyes of someone who had experience something worst. Erica was somehow attracted to him. A slight blush appeared on her cheek but she immediately shook it off. She needs to concentrate on the task at hand and find out the culprit behind the incidents that took place across the island.

The man showed weird reactions from her introduction. Was it that weird? Did she say something wrong that could cause him to react that way? No matter, she needed to get answers and she needed it now. Resorting to forceful means, she was about to intimidate the youth into a duel but was rejected for he rather duel with the man. Erica narrowed her eyes back at the man. This was the first time she got rejected so she wanted to know the reason so but was interrupted abruptly.

A gigantic Boar appeared from the shore of the bay. Bringing destruction in its wake, it was a terrifying sight. Seeing a mystical beast up close, Erica was stunned. In truth, she was scared but her responsibility as a knight and her desire to be the Diavolo Rosso of the Copper Black Cross pushed her to act. But what was most surprising was that the man had dashed towards the beast without hesitation rather than running away. Not wanting to lose, she too went to confront the beast head on.

Jumping from rooftops to rooftops, Erica caught up with the man and their eyes made eye contact. Can he see the [Boar] too? Could he be a mage? Then it would make sense if he were the one responsible for summoning the [Heretic God].

Perhaps noticing my gaze, the man suddenly changed direction and headed towards a burning building. It appears that someone was stuck in the building. Should she go and help him? But the matter at hand deserves higher priority. Leaving it to the man, she dashed to confront the beast.

She knew she could not win. Her trusted sword, Cuore di Leone, was not enough to stop the rampaging beast from destroying the city. Buildings collapsed, glass shattered, fire erupted. She had to come up with something before more sacrifices were made.

Just when the beast was about to punish her for attempting to hurt it, chains suddenly spurt out of nowhere, binding it into submission. The chains were not any normal chain. She could felt it, a strange aura permeating from it. No matter how much it struggled, it only became tighter, attempting to tear away its limbs.

However it did not last long as the chains showed signs of weakening, as though it could not maintain its form. Erica dashed to the place where the chain originated from. Who would have been able to stop a divine beast from rampaging? Was it the youth suspected earlier?

Upon reaching the source of the chain, a gust of wind blew strongly, forming a whirlwind. She recognised it immediately as another incarnation of a god. The whirlwind enveloped the beast whole. With flashes of golden light appearing inside the whirlwind, golden arcs sliced the [Boar]'s body into pieces, turning it into sand. Taking in of what's left of the [Boar], it disappeared.

Erica turned back to check the source of the unknown chain only to find the man she had saw earlier kneeling as though exhausted. Erica narrowed her eyes at him that was now supported by his companion. 'This could be interesting' she thought to herself as she followed them discretely.

Author's Notes: So how was that? I've tried to change here and there about their first encounter. Hope its alright. I'm sure there will be some comments about the usage of Enkidu here. Also I made the [Heretic God] nearly the same level as a Heroic Spirit but stronger by a bit. I don't want them to be too weak nor too strong for Shirou to handle.

Well Shirou in this case had already undergone some training so his magic circuits are well developed. He's on the stage where he will slowly get his Archer looks since I think its unavoidable which explains his eyes. That does not mean he's gonna be that cynical, well ok a bit since he has got more experience about the harshness of reality. Don't worry though, I'll still maintain Shirou's friendly attitude. This is Shirou afterall, not EMIYA.

Onward to work on my next chapter!

Comments! Reviews! And I'll try to see where I can improve on. Jikai Made!