Finally got this done. Here you go and hope you enjoy. Lot of drama in this one, but it's necessary to set up later chapters.

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It was just another day in the Highlands of Lanarkshire. The sun shined through holes in the clouds overhead to the land below. The Scottish countryside was still green and lively even though winter was well on the way. Nature seemed to be very well at peace in this area.

All-and-all, it was a beautiful site to most-anyone that could see it. However, such a chance is unlikely due to how few people visited these more mountainous regions of the wilds. A pity really. Although, that may also be the reason which made it all-the-more interesting. To that, anyone can agree.

"If I don't get out of this town soon, I think I'm going to go insane!" A feminine voice shouted throughout the Highlands.

Well…almost anyone.

(Gilbert's Bluff (fictional town), Highland mountain range)

On the balcony to a large manor-like building that stood in one of the mountain ranges of Scotland, were two figures: one leaning on the balcony railing with her arms and the other standing a couple of meters behind her.

The first was a young woman, standing 165 centimeters (5'6") tall with a slightly athletic build and more than modest curves dressed in a forest green, long-sleeve turtleneck, dark blue denim pants, and a pair of black buckled low rise boots. A beaded necklace made of strange, black and red, metal shapes lay against the woman's C-cup breasts. The dark colored apparel contrasted well with her smooth, pale skin as well as the blazingly orange hair that was done in a wild ponytail that fell to between her shoulder blades that held in place by a red scrunchie. Her bangs were long and swept to the sides of her face (Look up "Ayase Shinomiya" to help better picture hairstyle). At the moment, this girl's face was contorted in anger, but an observer could not deny that she was pretty with freckles lightly dusted at the top of her cheeks and bright green eyes that looked nothing less than "enchanting".

This is Leana Hamilton- top notch mage and rightful heir to the house of Clan Hamilton… And at the moment, she is experiencing a case of cabin fever being fueled by other things- mostly from the figure behind her. Leana turned to the around to continue her rant.

"I have been confined to this village for six months straight without any form of contact from outside! It's like your trying to make sure I go crazy enough to start talking to birds in an attempt to find out what's going on in the world!" She said vehemently at the woman on the balcony with her.

Said woman looked older than Leana by a few decades, but it seemed that she still held grace in beauty and expression that was ageless. She was dressed more formally than Leana by wearing a fashionable gown with a white top part, a black sash wrapped around the middle and a mostly red skirt with blue and white stitched into the plaid pattern of Clan Hamilton's tartan (the clan's colors). The older woman wore black high-heeled shoes that made her a little taller than Leana. She also had the same colored hair that was done up in a clean bun. Her had crystal blue eyes in contrast to Leana's green. This was Elise Hamilton- Mistress of New Hamilton Palace and Leana's mother. As her daughter shouted, she sighed in tiredness at the words being said.

"Leana, the family cannot risk losing you in the event of an accident. Need I remind you that you are the last descendant of The Blind King still alive? And even if that weren't the case, the clan is so unstable at the moment that if anything were to happen to you, the next head of this house, it would surely be what finally casts the name 'Hamilton' to the wind."

Leana huffed. What her mother said was true, but she didn't have to be so dramatic about it.

Clan Hamilton was one of the oldest known lines of mages- as old as the house of Fraga if archives are to be believed. Although unlike the Fragas, the Hamiltons were constantly having trouble. The clan had been in a decline ever since around the 1500s, when more than half of the clan up and decided to ship off to the Americas whether out of curiosity, the hope of a better life, or other reasons. Where it was not a new concept that a family member wished to leave the clan, it had never been on a scale like this. And as the years went by, the clan members that had stayed in Scotland looked on as the bloodlines of their brethren who left, one by one, lost their ability to perform Thaumaturgy of any kind.

After that, the Hamiltons struggled to get by as mages hiding in an ever-advancing world. To keep their status as a mage family under wraps, the clan had one out of a couple of branch families that unfortunately could not perform magecraft act as the "face" of Hamilton. These non-mages gained royalty status and provided a smoke screen of sorts for the rest of the clan to perform their Thaumaturgy away from prying eyes. However, things took a turn for the worse when the English Civil War took most of those branch family members when the Royalists lost. By the early 1700s, the last of the branch family was killed in a duel. The Hamiltons acted quickly and used another branch family to come forth and uphold what social status they had left. It had worked to a degree, but the clan of mages had lost much of their influence in the non-magical world and would never again own that level of security of hiding while in plain sight.

For another 200 years, Clan Hamilton survived, but could do little else. The only places they were able to safely perform magecraft were in any of the properties across Britain the family still owned, although most of that was done in the depths of Hamilton Palace in Lanarkshire. But, in time, those too fell to an increasing debt that the clan could not uphold. All-the-while, the Fragas were still alive and well in their coastal village.

Finally, the Hamiltons stopped being stubborn and relented to following the Fragas example. It appeared that the isolationist approach would be the only way to survive. So, after World War I, the branch family acting as their public "face" was instructed to sell off several pieces of property including Hamilton Palace to raise funds for a project the Clan Head at the time thought up.

That project happened to be building a small village of sorts in the Highlands of Northern Lanarkshire. The village was built by the clan members themselves with the aid of Thaumaturgy here and there. The town was made to be self-sufficient with the use of both new and old technology (waterwheels, solar panels, etc.). It was also very well hidden, having been built on the side of one of the many mountains in Scotland and cloaked in a large Bounded Field designed my Hamilton specialists to conceal the town visually as well as scramble most kinds of positioning instruments nearby- both magical and technological. The secretly established "Gilbert's Bluff" was finished some time during the Second World War when little attention was paid to the Highlands. The accomplishment of making such a haven would have been rather promising to those who built it if not for the fact that only a couple of households in the family (not including than the house of the Blind King) could perform magic were left plus a few families that became close to the Hamiltons over the course of time. From 60 years to the present, the clan has shown improvement- a good sign. However, 15 years ago, the loss of the previous Clan Head Alec Hamilton (Leana's father) and his two brothers to similar circumstances had almost ended them. Leana was only one left- the last blood descendant of the Blind King.

Leana winced slightly at the grim reminder. She willed the unwelcome thoughts away for the time being to continue talking.

"I've been out on my own before to go to meetings in the Clock Tower, and nothing wrong has happened yet." Leana countered in a mumble.

As clan heir to the family, Leana went to the Clock Tower in London to attend meetings as a representative of the Hamiltons. But meetings that demanded her personal attendance were few and far between, and when there was such a meeting (usually the biannual census of all registered mage families), Leana was given a heavy guard- courtesy of her mother.

Elise did not look moved at her daughter's pathetic statement. Leana rolled her eyes in irritation.

Why do you never listen to me?! I'm not a little kid anymore! These thoughts were what passed through Leana's head.

Leana strengthened her posture and looked square at her mother, "I need to learn more of the world that I am to lead the clan into, and a first-hand experience is the fastest and most beneficial option available. How can I hope to truly save this family if I am blind to everything that goes on outside this village?!" She had be gradually raising her voice as she continued to talk.

Elise was about to answer her daughter, but was cut off when Leana brought her left hand to face level with its back facing outward. On Leana's hand was what looked to be smeared blood marking her skin. Leana firmly looked her mother in the eyes as she spoke.

"Mother, the Grail chose me to be a Master in the upcoming Holy Grail War. I intend to go. I intend to win, and then I'll use the Grail for the good of the clan. And even if I don't win, I'll be sure to show the world that Clan Hamilton is alive, kicking, and still a force to be reckoned with! So, any way you look at the situation, I'm still leaving." Leana finished with a fire in her eyes.

Elise's eyes were widened at her response. As Leana looked at her mother, the younger woman could see that she had been shocked into silence. Leana took this as where to end the discussion and briskly walked past her mother and back inside the palace. She had to get a few things together before she left.

(Still on the Balcony)

Back on the balcony Elise Hamilton-McNeil stood still stunned from what she had witnessed. As she had listened to her daughter, the older woman could feel her conviction with the situation. That impenetrable gaze. That stone wall stance. The iron and steel that made up her words. Leana had unknowingly immolated her father when he was in one of his rants. It was if, for a brief moment in time, Elise's dead husband's smiling silhouette could be seen overlapping with Leana's form as she said those words.

(Flashback: Fourteen Years ago)

Elise watched as a 7 year-old Leana dressed in a blue dress shirt and a Hamilton skirt slowly drug herself into New Hamilton Palace's great hall with a tired look in her eyes and a closed book that had Gaelic runes inscribed to its cover. It seemed that she had just finished her magic studies for the day and presumably had already finished her general studies earlier. Elise swore her daughter was a mental sponge when it came to anything regarding Magic or Thaumaturgy. She sometimes wondered if her daughter actually knew how to put a book down. Maybe it was that Leana thought she had to read a book completely before she was allowed to quit?

Elise mentally shrugged as she watched the little girl pull up a chair next to her near the head of the long table that the clan was eating dinner. About a minute later table runners came out from the kitchen with large trays stacked with already divided meals. They put a full plate in front of everyone seated, including the empty chair at the head of the table. Mother and child bowed their heads, said grace, and gladly dug into their meals. Hamiltons were great cooks for the most part. After a few bites, Elise decided to strike up a conversation with her daughter.

"How goes studying, Leana?" Elise asked with a kind smile. Leana paused from eating and looked up at her mother with a determined little grin.

"I finished my blindfold exercise this morning and only messed up once." She said beginning to absently rub her forehead. Hmm. She must have hit a wall again. Elise thought and suppressed the urge to grin any further as her daughter continued talking, this time with a little less enthusiasm.

"I have been practicing runes from the book you gave me… *Groan* It's really hard. Why do I have to do that again? No one else in the clan doooees." Leana ended in a half-whine. Elise sighed at the little redhead's antics. She replied in a chastising tone.

"Now, now- You're learning runes because even though you're a Hamilton, you still share blood with me, young lady. That means I'm going to make sure you learn the old runes that the McNeils taught to their mages."

Before she married Alec, Elise was originally from Clan McNeil who had specialized in ancient techniques involving Gaelic runes to utilize their Thaumaturgy like many Irish mages- "had" being the key word. The McNeils, like the Matous and several other families of mages, had become incapable of bearing children with magic circuits a couple centuries back. Normally, a family who can no longer perform Thaumaturgy would be discarded by the Mage Association or sometimes even be subject to a memory wipe after their family's magic research was recorded and archived- all to ensure the secrecy of the world of magic. The McNeils peacefully coexisted in society while still keeping track of the magic world until about 50 years ago, when the Association finally decided that their continued awareness was not worth the risk. Fortunately though, the Irish clan escaped this fate when long-time friends in Clan Hamilton put them under the protection of their clan's name and invited the McNeils to stay in Gilbert's Bluff. The Association could do nothing to stop the influential clan's actions- partly because they could not find where they were.

Back to the present, Elise looked at Leana and saw that her little girl still wasn't convinced with her previous statement, wearing a small frown as she poked at the food on her plate.

Oh well. Time to use that card again. A mischievous smile ghosted on the Mistress of the House before vanishing just as fast.

"Plus, it is known that the Fragas", that name certainly got her daughter's attention, "are very well versed in using Runes, and just look at how well off they are. I thought my daughter would be pleased and take advantage of her and her mother's Irish Heritage to keep up with a certain little magenta-haired girl that comes to mind." Leana's eyes widened. Elise had to hold back her amusement as she continued. She sure did like being theatrical to mess with her unsuspecting Leana sometimes. "But alas, I was wrong. It seems my dear, little Leana just can't do what-" SLAM! Leana hit the wood of the table with both of her hands and looked at her mother with face scrunched in an angry pout and cheeks reddened. It was honestly just so adorable to Elise.

"I can do it! I'm going to be the greatest! Just you watch Mum! I'm going to practice hard and my magic's gonna be way better than everyone else- especially that Bazett! Ooooh, I can't wait to see bloody-haired brawler's face when she sees me using runes!" Leana finished her little shouted declaration smiling and shaking up a fist defiantly in the air. Her voice had been heard by everyone at the table, and they could not help but smile along with the young Hamilton heir.

"Is that so? Heh. Well that certainly sounds like something I'd like to see as well!" A masculine voice called out and pulled the mother and daughter's attention in the direction Leana had previously entered from.

In the doorway was a tall man (about 185 cm/ 6'1") with short, wild, and dirty blond hair with a well-groomed goatee and brilliant green eyes that matched those of Leana. The first thing a person would notice from his apparel would likely be the high-collared, hunter green overcoat that fell to the level of the man's knees. It just seemed to add the aura of power and authority. Under the coat, it could be seen that he was also wearing a light tan button down shirt with a Hamilton patterned tie hanging a little loosely around his neck along with a chain necklace with odd red and black shards of metal beaded together. Over the shirt was a dark gray vest that matched loose slacks that were secured at the man's waist by a simple black leather belt. On his hands were worn riding gloves and on his feet were a pair of broken-in, black combat boots. On the floor beside his feet was a bulging, brown rucksack.

"Da!" Leana delightfully shouted and ran across the great hall as fast as her short legs could take her. She plowed into the man who knelt down to better receive his daughter. When they made contact his arms locked around her. The man abruptly stood up and twirled the girl in the air once before setting her back down floor and releasing her.

"Hey Leana. How's my little 'Fire Cracker'?" He asked. Leana stomped her feet in exaggerated disapproval when Alec used the nickname that he came up with to match the brilliant shade of orange that was his daughter's hair as well as her spontaneous and explosive attitude. Most Hamiltons were born with blond hair that usually darkened as the person aged. However, Leana had inherited a head of Irish red hair from her mother instead and so kind of stood out in the clan. Although, the light green eyes that the father and daughter shared rested any possible doubts of blood relation.

"Hello Alec. It is nice to see you home. Please take sit down and eat. Maybe you tell us how your trip to the Clock Tower was?" Elise asked. Unlike her daughter, she had made her way across the great hall in an outwardly calm manner even though she was just as excited to see her husband as Leana.

The light in Alec's eyes dimmed a bit when he heard what Elise had said, but nothing else had changed on the man's face. He opened his mouth, and the words that flowed out did not hold their previous vigor.

"Actually, that is something I wanted to talk to you about." He turned back to Leana. "Sweety, go back and finish your dinner while it's still fresh. A warm meal always does the body good. I need to talk to your mother about a few things."

Leana pouted. "But yours is getting cold too, and you haven't eaten any of it."

Alec rubbed his head gave a quirky smile at the true accusation. "I'm not that hunger right now. How 'bout you share it with your mother when we're done. We shouldn't be too long." His face was slightly pleading at his stubborn daughter near the end.

Leana still didn't look satisfied, but she began walking back to the far end of the table. Elise stood still and watched their child reluctantly walk away. When Leana was back at the table, Alec turned to his wife, took her hand, and led her out of the great hall. As they walked down the empty corridor in silence, Elise couldn't help but worry. What is so important that Alec felt to tell me and not our daughter? Maybe it was about the Mage Association. Had something gone wrong?

After about a minute of walking, Alec stopped the both of them. They were in a lobby of sorts in the front part of the palace where the main entrance opened to classical twin staircases with lavish decorations and family artifacts on the walls. No one was around- most if not everyone would be eating in the great hall at the moment. Everyone in Gilbert's Bluff ate their meals in New Hamilton Palace because it was an easy way to make sure all had food as well as keeping the family connected.

Alec turned to his wife and the both stared in silence for a moment while the man seemed to be trying to gather his thoughts. When he did, he spoke in a grim, even voice.

"Something happened…" Elise's heart sunk. Alec saw this but continued. "When I arrived the Clock Tower for the Mage Association's annual review, I found that everyone was acting frantic about something. Heh, I thought the upcoming Grail War came forty-four years early with so many Mages getting so worked up. However, when the meeting started… that wasn't the case…" Alec took his wife's hands in his own.

Elise was really starting to get worried now. "Alec?"

He took a breath. "There have been many attacks on both mages and non-mages… It's not a rogue clan or mercenaries… It's Dead Apostles, Elise. Reports by Association field agents report that several vampire houses have recently started collaborating with one another and are starting to attack populations across Europe. The death toll is already incredibly high and climbing."

Elise could not believe what her ears where hearing. Her body tremble at the thought of Dead Apostles in Scotland. Gilbert's Bluff was well hidden, but there was always the off-chance a vampire or one of their Undead stumbling across it. It was definitely something Elise did not want to think about.

"So far, there have been no reported attacks anywhere other than the mainland, so you and Leana should be safe here for the time being." Elise froze at that. She did not like the way Alec had worded that. She looked straight into Alec's eyes. The exotic green orbs Elise adored were now filled with sadness.

"And you?" She croaked. He slowly shook his head. "WHY?!"

If the shouting affected Alec, it was not shown. He spoke out in an low, even tone.

"That is what I was going to tell you next… The entire Mage Association is frantic to quell these attacks before they get any worse. The other vampire houses might see this as their chance and strike as well. So before that can happen, the Association has enlisted every able-bodied member not already assigned on other missions or indisposed for other reasons to hunt and kill these vampires. And it just so happened to be that I was pretty high on their list when the higher-ups looked for capable mages. Apparently Clan Hamilton has not 'proven their loyalty to the Association in a long time' and that this is 'an opportunity to settle any doubts'." Alec sounded a bit exasperated and annoyed near the end. He regained his composure and continued.

"James, Daniel, and I as well as a couple other men from town have been assigned to join a larger group in hunting down and eradicating hostile threats in in northern Europe. Apparently, the vampires there have been using underground caverns and abandoned bunkers from the Second World War as lairs. Those dark, enclosed spaces would make it difficult to fight for most mages. But the training that Hamiltons go through makes the situation more ideal for us to go in after the blood suckers. After all, 'Now, we have nothing to fear from the dark', eh?" Alec said lightly. It was an old saying the Hamiltons had been using since the Blind King.

"We will be leaving shortly. Time is of the essence. The waning of a red moon is fast approaching, and if we don't finish this by then, the situation might fall out of control completely." Now Elise was silently questioning how much Alec valued his own life. Confronting a Dead Apostle during a red moon was suicide!

"If it is that bad, then take Jupiter with you! Surely you would win if you fought with it!" Elise pleaded. Alec shook his head grimly.

"We are going to be fighting in tight spaces that will not allow me to use that sword. And even if we do fight in a location with enough space, the Dead Apostles and their ilk are not stupid, Elise. If I wielded a weapon like Jupiter, the blood-suckers would only have to retreat back a'ways and kill me using magic with a farther reach than whatever I have. They have made it quite clear that they are not above using dirty tactics in the past. I also fear that, in the event that if I were to die while Jupiter was in my possession-God forbid-, the sword could fall into the hands of an enemy mage house or, even worse, the Dead Apostles."

Elise closed her teary eyes and covered her face with her hands. Her husband was going off to fight hordes of monsters and there was very real possibility that he won't come back. What made it worse was the fact that all of the reasons Alec gave her were very solid, so there was nothing she could think of that would make him stay.

Elise continued to cry when she suddenly felt Alec's strong arms gently wrap her up and pulled her closer into him. She instinctively went with it, looping her smaller arms around his waist and burying her face into his chest. Elise cried into Alec's shirt, effectively creating big tear stains in it- not that he minded. He would have cried to, but he knew that he had to at least remain outwardly confident for the sake of his wife. They both knew there was a strong possibility that he wouldn't come back. And so, she cried for the both of them.

"What about Leana?" Elise whimpered. "What if you don't come back? What about her?!"

"Heh. To be honest, I think she would survive. If I die, she will hurt, and that is something that I do not wish…but she is also strong- much stronger than me when I was her age."

Elise looked up into Alec's face. It held a smile and showed no lies. He continued:

"She is strong, smart, clever, and is everything else I couldn't even have dreamed of. Even if do I die, I truly believe Leana will one day have what it takes to lead this family into a brighter future." Those words rang deep in Elise's mind.

(Flashback end)

A tear ran down Elise's face that quickly dried in the breeze.

Alec had told her that he believed in Leana back then. But could Elise? Could she send her only child off to fight in a war that could very well kill her too? She couldn't bear it if her daughter got killed. It would also spell doom for the clan as well.

What do I do?

The image of Alec's smiling face came back to her mind.

After standing still for another few minutes, Elise walked back inside.

She had made her decision.

A/N: Well, there you have it. I know there's not any action, but I gotta start from somewhere, ya know? Build a foundation. I already started on the next chapter and it will include the Summoning, so it will be more interesting. Also, the Magic of Clan Hamilton and Leana personally will be revealed in time. Finally, forgive me if future chapters are late. I have to study for classes from time to time.

Clearing any Story Points:

-For those of you who do not know some of the points that were not in the Fate/Stay Night anime or Destiny (Dead Apostles, Clock Tower, etc.), I got it from the wikia for Type Moon. The extra info technically belongs to the world of Fate/Stay Night- it's just not mentioned in Stay Night's story in particular. I will probably continue to do so as the story continues.

-All of the history to Clan Hamilton in here is base off of Wiki info of the actual clan. I made "slight" adjustments to make them an ancient mage family like the Fraga. Info like the original Hamilton Palace, the English Civil War, and how Lanarkshire is the Hamiltons' Native region.

-Leana is 21 years old.

-The present time is right before/during the Fifth Holy Grail War.

-Fun Fact about naming "Gilbert's Bluff":

This town is invisible in the Highlands and is a testament to the Hamilton's capabilities with Bounded Fields. I named this town in honor of the Legend of how Clan Hamilton created their motto "Through" (I'm not making this up).

Well, legend says that one Gilbert de Hamilton was in office at the court of Edward the II of England. In 1325, he spoke in public, praising Robert the Bruce, and was assaulted by John de Spencer who felt that the speech was treacherous. Gilbert de Hamilton challenged his assailant, but de Spencer refused to fight, so Gilbert de Hamilton killed him. He then fled with his servant towards Scotland, hotly pursued by members of the enraged de Spencer family. Shortly after entering Scotland, Gilbert reached a forest and, realizing that he was close to being captured, he and his attendant changed clothes with two woodcutters. They took a frame-saw and began felling an oak tree. As his enemies drew closes, Gilbert de Hamilton noticed that his servant was looking decidedly nervous, and afraid that he might give them away with his frightened stares, he diverted his attention by shouting "Through", the traditional woodcutters' exclamation. (In North America, Timber" is the commonly used exclamation.)

In celebration of his successful escape from sure death, the family took 'Through" as their motto, and incorporated an oak tree and a frame saw into their coat of arms.

Like in this short story, I plan on making Hamilton magic include some trickery- in the form of invisibility-granting Bounded Fields, personal-level Bounded Fields that change the appearance of the caster, and some other illusionary spells.

Well that's all for now. Join in next time in Guardian: Servant of the Shield Chapter 2: The Summoning.

Edit 03/06/15: Due to circumstances while writing, The Summoning will be in Chapter 3.

So the next chapter will be Chapter 2: A Promise