I'M BACK BABY! There is over 11,000 words in this chapter so, I will leave explanations and notes at the end.

Arrixam- I don't remember saying anything about Saint-14 being in the Vault of Glass. The stat sheet is at the end of the chapter.

"Talking"

"Thinking"

"Spell/Incantation"

Disclaimer: I do not own Destiny, Fate/Stay Night, nor any of their characters.

Lots o' info in dis right 'ere

(In the hallways of New Hamilton Palace)

Several minutes after leaving Leana's bedroom, mother and daughter were still walking through the halls of New Hamilton Palace. Elise had let go of Leana's hand and they were now walking side by side, each carrying a bag. Elise's gaze was level and set facing forward with a determined expression. Her daughter in contrast was looking slightly downward with her eyes glazed over as her mind buzzed with inner thought.

Leana was confused as to what was going on. She had just told her mother for the second time that day that she was leaving no matter what, and she had just said "I know". Did the woman really come to terms with Leana leaving in the span of the afternoon? That didn't sound like the resolute Lady of the House she knew.

And on top of that, Leana's mother was currently leading them somewhere, and Leana did not know where. Even though the heiress had been living in New Hamilton Palace her whole life, there were many places inside the large building that could be their destination- not to mention the numerous nooks and crannies that she had yet to explore. It could be that her mother was just helping her with her luggage to the front entrance. Another similar possibility could be that Elise was leading her to the great hall for one last meal together before letting her set off- a touching thought. However, both of those scenarios vanished from her mind when Leana noticed that the pair kept making turns that did not add up with either destination's route- quite the opposite in fact. Instead of moving towards the outside of the palace, the duo walked further inward.

"Just where the bloody hell is she taking me?"

Leana's unspoken question was partially answered as she and her mother walked out of the hall and into a large, circular room that served as a junction for the palace halls. On the granite flooring in the center of the room was a compass denoting the four cardinal directions and intermediate directions pointing outward toward 7 different passageways- including the southeast which the two redheads had just come from. There would have been 8, but in the place of where a northern hallway would be, there was a large, oaken door a little more than 8 feet high and 4 wide. The piece of wood was reinforced with an intricate visible metal framework and had a simple looking iron handle with a key hole on its left side.

Leana recognized this door. It led down to the lower levels of the palace that had been closed off years ago- places that the heiress herself had never been to as a result. All Leana knew about the lower levels was that they went down 2 levels below the surface of the ground and the Hamiltons had holding cells down there built in the event that they would need them for one reason or another. But even in the span of more than 60 years, the Hamilton never used them once. Looking back on her childhood, Leana remembered how her mother used to dissuade her from misbehaving by threatening to make her sleep in those dungeons. The scary part was that Leana still didn't know if she was just trying to scare her or being serious. The thought of it sent a chill up her spine and she visibly twitched.

Elise, however, didn't seem to notice and stepped toward the large door.

"Wait. We're actually going down there?!" Leana screamed inwardly.

Her mother placed the bag she was carrying down and reached with both hands inside her dress collar and brought out a chain necklace that had been hidden under the clothing. On the end of the chain was a small, ornate skeleton key only about 3 inches in length. She took off the necklace, but instead of placing the key into the key hole below the door handle she shoved the piece of metal into the middle of the door where there was only wood. Elise turned her hand and an audible CLICK could be heard before a series of other clicks and pings, signaling that there were several mechanisms inside the door. Elise pulled on the door, and it opened with a drawn out CREAK. Leana watched all of this with a blank expression on her face- one that her mother caught.

"What?" The older woman said, looking Leana.

"What do you mean 'What?'? You just shoved some key into the middle of the door where there was no key hole. Forgive me if I'm curious, but what just happened? Is the key bewitched or is there a special sealing array or what?"

"Oh. That." Elise replied flippantly. "Well, to answer your question- No, the key is just a key and does not have some special spell cast on it. It's really not that complex. A small Bounded Field was covering the center of the door." One of Elise's eyebrows went up a hair. "Honestly Leana, Clan Hamilton was able to hide all of Gilbert's Bluff with their knowledge of Bounded Fields, do you really think, so little of your family to doubt that they are able to hide the image of a keyhole?"

Leana's face flushed with embarrassment. Mentally she groaned at herself. "How did I miss that? Why do I always have to overthink everything?"

Elise picked up the luggage bag again looked back at Leana. "Now that that's done with, I take it that we can continue?"

The heiress nodded, at which her mother turned and went through the doorway, and for a moment the younger redhead could've sworn that she saw that her mother's mouth seem a little more upturned than normal. Maybe it was just her imagination.

As soon as both walked through the door way, they were met with a set of stairs that descended in a spiral to whatever lay beyond. Mother and daughter made their way down. The only sound made was the scuffing of the bottom of their shoes on the stone steps. The passage was illuminated by runes that were spaced evenly every 10 feet forward. They only gave off minimal light, not that it bothered Leana thanks to her Third Eye magic that she subconsciously activated. However Leana couldn't help, but be reminded of old horror movies that she watched from time to time. And it felt like the part where the killer/monster/demon/alien/animated doll jumped out of nowhere to kill the unsuspecting victim.

All and all, the scene greatly disturbed Leana, although she tried her best not to show it. "Why are we even going to the dungeons?" Leana started to reevaluate the events had led up to this point again. Maybe the answer would be found there.

Leana's felt sick to her stomach as she started to put the clues together. (1) Her mother was very adverse to her leaving earlier today. (2) She had suddenly accepted that she couldn't change her daughter's mind a little while ago. (3) She was leading her to a place that she had threatened to lock her up in before (although, that might not have been serious). When put together, it didn't paint a pretty picture.

But surely her mother wasn't actually thinking of putting her in one of those decrepit old cells for trying to leave, was she? Leana stopped walking. Elise noticed this and stopped a couple of steps further down. The former looked at the latter's face for a clue to go off of, but there was none. Pondering thoughts ricocheted around in Leana's head until she could take no more. She took a breath and opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by her mother.

"Leana. You must be wondering why I'm leading you to the lower levels, correct?" It may have been phrased as a question, but it sounded more like a statement when she spoke. Leana was a little surprised but quickly composed herself.

"Err. Um. Yes. Actually, that's been on my mind for quite a while now and knowing would help ease my nerves."

Elise looked over at her daughter and nodded with an expression that Leana couldn't quite place. Concern? Melancholy?

"Very well. I suppose you deserve to know. The reason for bringing you down here is that… I have already lost your father. I'm going to make sure I don't lose you to…"

Leana started to panic. Her muscles tensed, ready to run. "Oh crap! So she is going to try to lock me in the dungeon! I have to get out of here! But the door just closed. I need that ke-"

"-which is why I'm going to help you summon a Servant strong enough to be able to protect you fully."

Leana couldn't move. Her face froze, gaping at her mother. Her brain felt like it had just crashed into a brick wall and shattered into a hundred pieces. And as she began to metaphorically put her mind back together, the young woman responded in the classiest way she could.

"EEEEEEHHHHHHH?!"

The loud exclamation caused Elise to jerk and clamp her hands to her ears from the reverb the enclosed stairway created. Elise's carefully-made image of steadfast patience managed to crack a little. Immediately after the shout ended, the Irish woman whacked her daughter's head.

"Bugger me, Leana! Are you trying to wake the dead? I don't care what the reason for you screaming may be- That was in no way necessary! Understand?!" She scolded.

Said daughter silently nodded while she childishly nursed her newly acquired wound. "Damn! Mum certainly hasn't lost her touch. That hit smarts like the devil!"

"Good. Now can we please get a move on? I would like to complete this charade tonight." Elise said trying to regain her previously calm composure.

Leana's attention was taken away from the throbbing goose egg on her head by her mother's previous words. When the older woman made to continue their decent, Leana hastily tried to catch up. When she was beside Elise again, she spoke exactly what was on her mind.

"W-Wait a second. You're going to… help me… s-summon a Servant?" Her voice sounded almost timid- as if it were too good to be true.

"That's what I said, wasn't it?" The older woman in the tartan skirt briefly glanced at her daughter out of the corner of her eye, not slowing down in the slightest. The disbelief written on Leana's face made the Lady of the House scoff.

"Oh, what did you expect? You and I both know that you're as stubborn as your father- maybe even more so." Leana opened her mouth to make a retort, but a pointed look from her mother made the words die in her throat. "Nothing anyone told you would have been able to change your mind. So with that in mind, I made the decision to assist in making sure you have a means to summon a Servant that would actually be able to win."

When Elise finished, Leana nodded to herself in understanding. "I suppose that makes sense." "Okay, so what exactly are we talking about when you say 'assist'?"

It was at that moment that the two stepped through an archway in the stairwell that opened wide to the first floor below ground. Like the stairway the ladies had just went through, its entire architecture was made from limestone in a true medieval style, and its grandness/eeriness was further emphasized by the room's size. Even though there were only two sublevels underneath the palace, each one was built with a ceiling height of about 30 feet, creating a large area that could be used for whatever the clan needed. Lighting was also similar to that that was in the stairway with bright, glowing runes casting their light from the walls and pillars. The level was not divided by anything other than the large pillars (5 foot diameter) holding up the ceiling, making a large amount of floor space- not that Leana could see the floor. The room was filled with many crates, boxes, covered furniture, chests, wardrobes, books, and more that were stacked in seemingly no particular system what-so-ever (AN: think Harry Potter: The Deathly Hollows's Room of Requirement, toned down a bit).

Leana's eyes wandered the room as she and her mother silently walked through a trail that clutter did not occupy. All the while, the green shirt-wearing girl's head was on a swivel, her vision drinking in every sight in varying wonder. On her right, she past a painting of a man in dark robes who looked a little like her Uncle Daniel although there were differences and the painting looked far too old for that to be possible. On Leana's left she saw a suit of red and silver armor with stag antlers on its helm. This continued for some time with Leana's mind never at rest. "Just what is all of this? I feel like I'm in a museum or the dusty old tomb of some king."

So engrossed was she in her own thoughts that Leana was only brought back to the forefront of her reality by the sound of her mother's voice.

"_ _ _" She didn't quite catch what was said.

"Um, I sorry Mum. Could you repeat that?" Leana asked almost timidly. Elise let go a sigh.

"I was saying that we could make use of this time to talk about what is about to happen and not spend moments gawking around like a fish out of water." Leana's face reddened slightly but maintained a dignified look. She couldn't get mad. She had just been acting like a child whose curiosity got the better of her.

"Alright, so what is it you wanted to say?"

"Well first, I was going to explain that I've had the servants draw out the summoning circle from those books you had been sending for- yes, that's correct. I have known about your 'book orders' that you've been requesting for some time now. You left one in the common area a while ago when you were through with it. I merely took the liberty of reading the thing on a whim. I've only skimmed over it, but I know a bit about the terms of the Summoning. And after I had a servant thoroughly read it early today, we concluded that this" she gestured to the room they were in "is the perfect place to call forth your Servant."

"Wait, we're doing it here?" Leana asked in mild shock. Her mother looked over to her with an eyebrow slightly raised

"Where exactly did you plan on summoning your Servant? Out in the forest? Perhaps in a back alley in Fuyuki?"

"…"

"Right. As I was saying, the reason that this place is optimal for summoning your Servant is that when Gilbert's Bluff was built, the clan head at the time had made sure to place this palace in this spot exactly. You are aware of the magic ley lines that channel Mana (nature's magic) around the world, correct?" Leana nodded. "Well the reason that makes this location so desirable for the clan is because most of the magic ley lines in Northern Lanarkshire and some of the surrounding areas converge beneath this building- to where we are headed to now. I believe I remember one of the servants telling me that they read summoning a Servant with such a magical boost from the ley lines would be beneficial, no?" Elise asked pointedly.

Her daughter scrunched her brow at that. It seemed that Leana was becoming very intrigued to what was being said by the older woman. The girl quickly thought back to what she read in all those books and made a connection.

"Um-Yes. If what you say is true, using this junction of ley lines to summon a Servant would actually be very useful. Texts of past Grail Wars state that the Mana extracted from the world would be utilized and added to that of the Master for a brief moment during the summoning. The combined energy, in turn, would be used in forming the body of the spirit that is answers the Master's call. The benefit that makes this so desirable is that the abundance of magic used gives the Grail more to work with and can raise the Servants base stats higher than they would be if summoned normally. Similar methods are said can be achieved by summoning during 'The Witching Hour' (2:00 am) or releasing stored magic from gemstones or other magic devices during the ritual."

The two come upon the sight of Hamilton workers moving clutter away from a spot in the floor. In this spot was a large, circular array of drawn lines, glyphs, and runes- the Summoning Circle. The redheads make there way to the circle with Elise continuing to talk.

"It was never meant to be used in such a way, but I think it should be manageable, yes?" The Lady of the House said with a slight smirk. Leana nodded dumbly, too engrossed with looking at the circle on the limestone floor. She had to hand it to the workers that made this circle. Even from just looking at a bleary sketch from the book her mom "appropriated", the ponytailed girl could see that all of the lines were done quite precisely, and the runes were drawn to perfection. "Well we are Celtic mages after all. Being able to draw runes is practically mandatory". Leana made the conclusion that if there was any chance of something in the summoning going wrong, it would not be due to faulty symbols.

"Now before we get started, I'm going to ask you some things. Even if we made this Summoning Circle, I am in no way an expert on this 'Holy Grail War', so maybe you could answer a few questions I have that may prove helpful?" Elise said.

"Of course." Leana replied. "I only know what I've read in some summaries of past Grail Wars provided by a runner I sent to the Clock Tower and some references in the books I've read, but I will answer the best I can."

"So how many Servants can be summoned and is there a way for you to tell if Servants have been summoned yet?"

"Seven Servants participate in the war- each of a different class: Lancer, Saber, Archer, Berserker, Assassin, Caster, and Rider. As to the second part of your question- No. I cannot tell how many have been summoned yet or even if the war has already started. However, once I have a Servant, they will be able to sense how many other Servants are alive through their mutual connection to the Grail."

Elise pondered a bit before opening her mouth again.

"Which Class of Servant do you believe would be considered most likely of winning?"

"Well Saber is often considered the most powerful of the Servants. This is because of the relatively high overall stat lines they have compared to rival classes. However, a Servants stats can be changed depending on which spirit answers the call, but they more or less are tied to their class's base stats. "

"Are you able to choose which spirit or class you summon?"

Leana shook her head. "Normally, you can't choose either. If done without preference, the Grail would choose both spirit and class to fit you personality or reasons to fight. However, there are hints in some of my books insinuating that the three families that created the Grail may know how to summon specific classes. As for summoning a specific spirit, from what Lord El-Melloi II has chosen to tell my runner in the Clock Tower, something related to the hero you wish to summon acting as a sort of 'catalyst' can act as a set of instructions to the Grail to call them forth. The closer the object is to their legend, the more likely that an avatar of the Heroic Spirit will be summoned from the Throne of Heroes."

"Hmm. I think I understand. It would be useful to be able to summon a Servant that you knew a bit about, especially when putting together effective plans." Elise said while nodding. "So, what were your plans for Summoning before I took you here? What were you going do to insure you had a strong Servant?"

Leana did not respond. She blatantly looked around the room, not able to meet her mother's gaze. Elise's eyes widen and gave her daughter a look that was skeptical and less that pleased. The woman muttered something under her breath about "Hamiltons" and "damn genes that don't like to think before acting".

Leana herself was beginning to understand just how little she had planned out for the Grail War. "I guess I never thought about how to incorporate a Servant into my plans."

Elise finished her contained complaints of Hamilton traits and looked straight at Leana. "Well, at least I caught this before you set out or you might very well be worse off than you are now. Anyways, finding a 'catalyst' for you shouldn't be too hard. Clan Hamilton has accumulated quite the collection of trinkets over the centuries. Let's see- there's the armor of the Sir William Wallace, an arrow said to have been one shot by Robin Hood, a tapestry owned by-Ah" The Lady of the House dawned a look of epiphany on her face. "Wait here. I believe that I've thought the perfect catalyst for you to use."

The woman walked across a length of the space around the magic circle and began talking with one of the clansmen that had been moving stuff out of the area in preparation of the summoning. He had red hair, although it was duller than the two ladies, and was dressed in worn clothes meant for working. The man recognized Elise and stopped what he was doing to acknowledge the Lady of the House. They were too far away for Leana to hear, but from the astonished looks the man was giving her mother before hastily running off through a path through the clutter, she would guess that whatever the 'catalyst' her mother proposed would prove to be interesting.

"Where is he going?"

"Off to get something that may very well win you the 'Holy Grail'."

"Can I ask what exactly did you tell him to retrieve?"

"We will just have to see when he returns, Leana. Just be patient."

Leana lightly glared at her mother's unwillingness to answer her, but relented after seeing it had no effect. "And she calls me stubborn."

After about ten minutes, clansman came back to the mother and daughter while toting a wooden case in his arms. "I brought it just as you asked, milady." The man said as he held out the item in question.

The case was made of polished, dark oak and looked old- very old in fact. Every corner and edge was rubbed down with age and minor cracks ran throughout the outer frame. The dimensions of the container stood out as well with its length being more than 5 feet while its width and height were only around a foot each. The case was presented before the two redheads, still closed before Elise took initiative and stepped forward. She nodded her thanks to the man before telling him to gather the rest of the clan present and tell them to go back upstairs. He went off to do his task immediately.

Leana waited with her mother while the two of them looked on as all of the men and women that had been working left towards the stairs, leaving them alone in the room with a finished magic circle and a supposedly "perfect" catalyst for the soon-to-be Master. Speaking of which-

Leana peered over at the mysterious box in the arms of her mother and wondered. "What could it be? Just what makes it so "perfect" for me?"

The hypnotized stare was noticed by holder of said box, causing them to turn fully to the other person. Elise looked down at the box and then back up at her daughter with a melancholic glint in her eyes and a sad smile on her face.

"Whatever happens in the War, Leana, know that I love you and will be awaiting for your swift return home. I have the utmost faith that you will show the world what you can do. And just in case that's not enough, I hope this will give you the extra push you need."

Elise eased opened the case to Leana, the iron hinges creaking. Leana's gaze pried inside and looked over what she was to be using to summon a hero of legend as her Servant.

Inside of the case was a sword- and what a sword it was. To be more exact, the weapon was a claymore (a sword meant to be dual-wielded). Its handle was about 15 inches long with a small spike on the end and covered in dark, cracked leather wrappings on where the sword would be held. The handle was divided into two grips by a handguard in the shape of an avian wing covering the grip nearest to the blade and wrapping around the base of the blade itself. Also on the handguard was the carved Gaelic rune, Tiwas. The cross guard was rather simple and was about 16 inches wide. Continuing her gaze down the sword, Leana noticed that on the metal grip that held the blade in place, another Gaelic rune was inscribed- this one being Hagalaz. In the center line of the blade was a crevasse with metal plates riveted on either of its sides. Inside the crevasse seemed to glow an odd violet light. The blade itself, around 4 feet in length, narrowed and before widening near the end and then narrowed shortly again, forming the swords tip. In the widened part of the sword, yet another Gaelic rune was found- this one was Othala. Any other characteristics relevant were not in the sword's design, but in its "scars". The sharp, proud blade was covered in many scratches while its edge held several nicks and notches. This weapon had seen its share of battle- that was for certain. (AN: I posted the picture's deviantart location on my profile page)

Leana just looked at piece of metal resting in the box with an expression of intense astonishment and recognition. And why wouldn't she recognize the sword? After all it was Jupiter- the "God of Storms", the blade of the Blind King, and Clan Hamilton's greatest treasure.

(Leana remembering information pertaining to the sword. NOT a flashback)

Long ago during the fourth century, the mage Clan Hamilton of only about 6 or 7 generations into their craft practiced their Thaumaturgy in Scotland. They were most well-known to the surrounding Celtic tribes for their high aptitude for constructing special Bounded Fields- which was used mostly for illusions- as well as a widespread affinity for Lightning Magic. With a family having such power, no one dared attempt to attack the powerful house or encroach upon their lands. Those that did were met with a short and violent end.

One day, Clan Hamilton heard drifting rumors of a man dressed in strange, heavy armor wandering their lands. The family sent out scouts to confirm this. Sure enough the scouts returned, stating that there was indeed a man on their lands dressed in heavy armor not seen before and wore a helmet of a Roman Centurion. After discussion they shortly ruled him to be an invader from the main land that got lost from his unit, so they decided to quickly kill the outlander and be done with it.

It should have been easy enough for a family of mages to dispose of an unarmed, non-magical trespasser. However when they found the trespasser deep in a forest, that was not the case at all. What at first thought was going to be a short execution turned into a destructive battle as the strange Roman fought back with a level of Electrokenesis that far surpassed their own. It was power beyond the likes which none has seen in a human previously or thereafter according to the Clan's old records. In the end, the mysterious Roman lay dead along with a dozen Hamilton kinsmen and more than half more wounded. The clan head himself had been killed as well, suddenly leaving his son present as the new leader of the clan.

When the survivors checked the outlander's body, they removed his armor to find a myriad of old, festering wounds that appeared to have reopened during their skirmish. It would seem that it was not the clansmen that truly took this stranger's life. The surviving young Hamilton heir-turned-clan head ordered that all of the dead, including the unknown Roman, to be burnt on a pyre- a warrior's funeral. And to mark their "triumph" over the unbelievably powerful Roman, the clan head ordered his Centurion helmet smelted down and reforged as a sword. The sword was then named "Jupiter".

Later, after the same battle, a clansman had woken up in a forest. He had apparently been thrown far by the Roman during the fight and knocked unconscious from the collision with a tree. He was relatively unharmed, but the family had long since left the area and he found that he couldn't find his way back home. However, with the help of a Will-o-Wisp, he found his way back home after almost a week of being missed. His story became known to the clan as "The Tale of the Lost Hamilton".

Several years passed.

In the late fourth century, the Hamiltons were in a lull of sorts. The clan head that lead them had proven himself to be ill-suited for his inherited role and records deemed him a dishonorable tyrant. He did not share the rest of the clan's views of Thaumaturgy. Where most thought of it as an art to be studied and progressed upon, the detestable clan head saw it as unneeded and a waste of time and effort that could be used to better the clan's standing in the world. When clan members tried to change his line of thinking, the clan head would hear none of it and often kill any that spoke out against the way he lead.

One day, something the clan head did riled up the clan more than any time since he took power. As a result, a clansman challenged him in a trial by combat for the right to rule. The duel was apparently hard fought as illustrated in the archives. The clan head had apparently used Jupiter while fighting. It ended with the tyrant leader dead and the new victor with a cut that left him blind in both eyes. Even so, the clan was pleased with the results and recognized him as their new leader. He in turn took up Jupiter and swore upon the blade to lead the clan to greatness. This man was later given the moniker "The Blind King".

According to family records, it was around the fifth century when the Blind King rose to become head of the relatively young (compared to today) Clan Hamilton during a time when phantasmal creatures and beings referred to as gods still roamed the land- a point in the world's timeline magi now refer to as "The Age of Gods". Also during this period of human history, innumerable wars were constantly being waged across the Earth and empires rose and fell accordingly. It was a time of chaos for the most part. And it was with the blade Jupiter that the Blind King had led his family through that chaos- against the invading Saxons, declining Roman Empire, rival clans also in the area, and monsters roaming their lands.

However the Hamilton leader was perhaps most well-known for his success in fighting off the subjugation forces of Arthur Pendragon- the supposed "King of all Britainnia". The archives even state that the two leaders had personally crossed blades on the battlefield only to end in a draw when Arthur was forced to retreat when he saw his forces being routed around him. His men were not very experienced in fighting an entire clan of mages. This chapter of Arthur's rein is not well known, and the Hamiltons and others that know it as factual in the present believe it was due to both the king not wanting his people to lose faith should they hear of it and the Hamiltons not wanting to make waves that could catch any more unwanted attention. Any non-mage affiliated people today that do know of this conflict discredit it for the report of the use of magic (something that "does not exist") and subsequently write it off as pure fiction.

The Blind King would not doubt have ascended to the Throne of Heroes when he died, and Jupiter would be the perfect catalyst to call him forth. Afterall, when you manage to fight off the "Once and Future King of Britain" that wielded Excalibur in single combat, that weapon wouldn't likely be forgotten easily.

"Go on Leana. Take it. Use it to summon the greatest Hamilton to have lived." Elise's voice urged the younger woman while moving the open case closer towards her.

Leana's hand slowly reached up to the wooden box and wrapped her right palm around the upper grip of sword while her other hand rose to the middle of the blade to act as leverage. She pulled the sword out of its case as laid it across her hands and looked at it further, turning it in the dull light and watching it shimmer.

It was heavy, as she expected for a sword of its size. Then again, it could also have something to do with the fact that the sword was made completely out of titanium. This fact was always a mystery to the clan as the element titanium was only properly discovered in Britain in 1791 whereas this sword was made more than a millennium prior. And since it was previously a Roman's helm, the clan of mages have no idea how it came to be as nothing similar has been reported.

Jupiter's composition aside, the sword told many tales as Leana stared at it. The blade brought back less pleasant memories to the front of her mind.

(Flashback)

2 months had passed since Alec's departure before someone was able to finally get the message to the Hamiltons It was not surprising, seeing as their home was rather out of the way as well as hidden to those who did not know exactly where to go. The Dead Apostles were defeated as a whole and those that survived were pushed back into hiding in the shadows. The Mage Association was victorious. But as for Alec…

Alec and his brothers' bodies along with those of the other mages in their group were found in the depths of a bunker in eastern Germany. All around them were piles of ash, flesh and bone- the remains of their targets. They had done their duty, but it had cost them their lives.

Elise cried for days. More than once had she ran out of tears, and it would start all over again whenever Leana asked how her father was or when he was coming back. The truth was hidden from the little girl for more than a month before her mother's heart could no longer handle the overbearing guilt of keeping such a thing secret. When the now widow finally mustered up the courage and told her daughter the truth, she felt like she had stabbed a dagger into both of their chests to bleed.

The bodies were brought in by clansmen that had been sent to the Clock Tower to pick them up. All of Gilbert's Bluff mourned at the sight of the wrapped bodies being in the back of a horse-drawn wagon as they proceeded to New Hamilton Palace to be identified. Lady Elise had been part of this sorrow task as she identified her husband as well as both of her brother-in-laws. In all, Clan Hamilton had lost 6 good men, and the hearts of those left behind ached dearly for them. Funerals for each of the fallen were made shortly after… For most that is.

The exception to this was Lord Hamilton himself. Before his body could be laid to rest, the Magic Crest of Clan Hamilton had to be passed down to the next successor- Leana. Normally with younger mage families who may only have two or three generations that have involved themselves with Thaumaturgy, the process of transferring a Magic Crest was done with the aiding of medicines made of special herbs and crushed bone to create a more solid connection between individuals before the switch is made. For mage families of 500 years or older, though, the bloodline that the Crest is being passed down in has usually become uniform to it and a safe connection is almost always assured. However, Hamiltons are a clan of mages that date back to the Age of Gods. As a result, their Magic Crest has grown quite large and complex. In consequence is that the family crest can only be passed down through a very old and arguably barbaric method- a method that involved Jupiter.

In this method, both participants were restrained into a lying down position on a stone table while close to each other. There would also be one other person from the clan that was trained in performing the ritual that held Jupiter. This person would first stab the tip of Jupiter into the predecessor where the Crest resided. The blade wielder would then activate the Othala rune carved on the end of Jupiter's blade that would draw the Magic Crest into sword. This is reportedly rather agonizingly painful according to predecessors that were fortunate/unfortunate enough to be alive during the ritual. After all of the Crest is collected, Jupiter is removed and then carefully stabbed into the successor's body in a place of their choosing that would be non-fatal (AN: "Alright kid, where ya wanna get pierced?"). The one handling Jupiter then activates the Othala again which releases the Magic Crest and inscribes it into the successor. It is not a pretty sight, but it is the only way.

For Leana, that ritual would have been traumatizing had she had a weaker will. She literally had to watch as her father's dead body get impaled by a sword right next to her, and then had to lie there as the same sword hovered over her before plunging in between her should blades. That part was very… uncomfortable. The blade itself was merely less than a centimeter deep in her and the hooded bearer of Jupiter had a very still grip to keep sword still, but inscribing the Magic Crest onto Leana's back took a long time- a whole hour (it was that big).

After the ritual, Alec's body was put to rest to being burned on a pyre and ashes scattered in a nearby river- as clan tradition dictates.

(End Flashback)

All and all, it was not a memory that fell under Leana's happier moments. She shook her head to clear her mind.

"Not the time to be thinking such things, Leana. You have a job to do." She told herself.

The Hamilton heiress turned around and shortly walked to the summoning array. She looked around and made sure to position herself directly at the top of the inscribed circle's edge. Leana held Jupiter out in her arms bent at the elbow in a presenting manner. Looking around, everything seemed to be ready.

Leana took a few breathes to calm her nerves as her heart was racing. She looked over at her mother once more and her gaze was met with an encouragingly warm smile.

Elise nodded to her.

Leana nodded back with a small smile of her own before letting it fall and closed her eyes in concentration. Now was the time. She opened her mouth and began the Incantation of Summoning.

(AN: Play Saturn- Cue Factory Music for the duration of the Summoning)

"Fill… Fill… Fill… Fill... Fill.

Let each be turned over five times,

simply breaking asunder the fulfilled time.

Let silver and steel be the essence.

Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.

Let my blood provide the ancestor."

The circle began to glow red as it was filled with Leana's prana and the mana provided by the ley lines. A light wind started to blow around the girl, but she kept her eyes closed as she continued.

"Raise a wall, against the wind that shall fall.

Close the four cardinal gates.

Come out from the crown.

Rotate the three-branched road reaching the Kingdom."

As Leana completed the stanza a pulse of magic energy pulsed from the circle shifting and knocking over a large amount of the clutter nearby. The drawn lines began to shine brighter and cast deep shadows all around. The gentle wind escalated into a miniature gale, throwing around loose trinkets and making the chanting girl's hair whip behind her haphazardly. Never the less, Leana kept her concentration and moved on to the spell's final portion.

"Heed my words.

My will creates your body, and your body creates my destiny.

If you heed the Grails call and obey my will and reason, then answer me.

I hereby swear… That I shall be all the good in the world.

That I shall defeat all evil in the world.

You seven heavens, clad in the three great words of power, come forth from the circle of binding…

Guardian of the scales!"

With the last of the incantation declared, the building power in the circle finally reached its climax, and the stored prana exploded outward in a wave of rushing, crimson energies. The scene mimicked that of a volcanic eruption- it was bright, violent, something that was simultaneously beautiful and terrifying to witness.

Leana chose this moment to open her eyes, but was immediately forced to squint do to the overwhelmingly bright red light being emitted. The girl also could not hear over the wailing wind. With of both of these factors, Leana did not know what was going on and missed the small detail of the pendant on her necklace briefly glowing blue before returning to normal. She did however notice intense burning sensation on her left hand. This pain caused Leana to release Jupiter on reflex, clutching at the afflicted appendage and letting the sword clatter on the stone floor.

And as soon as sword hit the ground everything… stopped. The wind ceased. The red light that previously filled the room vanished. Leana was torn from nursing her hand at the abrupt change of atmosphere and looked up toward where circle was. Her eyes narrowed despite having expected it. Leana and Elise were no longer the only ones in the room.

Leana took a step forward.

In the center of what use to be a summoning array (as it was now practically gone) stood a figure well over six feet tall and clad in a strange set of silver armor that's form suggested a male wearer. Over the armor, the supposed male donned a worn, white, sleeveless cloak that fell from the top his shoulders to ankle-level. It was left unbound and open. The armor shined in the dim light of the room and was left unblemished for almost the entirety of it- the one exception to this being the Roman number XIV engraved into the right shoulder pauldron. The figure stood high, unmoving. All and all, it was a very intimidating picture to see.

(AN: End music)

However, Leana instantly knew something was wrong, and the armor said it all. As for the armor itself, it covered much of the figure's body and looked tough enough to take on a large truck at full speed and still come out on top- which was a good quality to have in a Servant. However what was strange was just that. The armor looked good- too good. Not even a knight of old would wear that much armor, and the spirit that Leana had expected to summon was known to be quite the opposite. The Blind King had favored light armor when fighting to compliment his bladework.

"Could this really be the Blind King- my ancestor?" Leana thought to herself as she inspected the still figure. Her eyes continued to drift over him until she looked up to the figure's head at which she gawked. Multiple emotions rushed through her: recognition, despair, anger, curiosity, shock.

On top of the unknown figure's head was a helmet. This helmet seemed to be made out of the same material the rest of the armor was made from and so, shined silver. It encompassed the entirety of the person's head, therefore Leana could not see his face, which was not odd- however, the fact that there were no eye holes was. In their place were two mirrored plates of metal that met in the middle of the facial area. As if to add further confusion, a line of violet light cut through the middle of the helm and dully glowed in the dark room. Leana did not think much on any of this, though. Instead, her gaze was fixated on what was above the figure's head, fore on top of the strange helm stood a large, fanned-out crest made of white and black feathers. Nothing was odd about it. It was just a normal crest that would be worn by an officer in the old armies of Greece, Persia, Turkey, and… Rome.

Before Jupiter was forged into a blade, it had been a helm that belonged to a Roman Centurion. Leana knew this.

"Could it actually be possible that the Grail summoned the Roman soldier instead of the Blind King?" She thought, then shook her head. "No. That can't be possible. Jupiter is entirely different. It shouldn't have anything linking to the Roman. So then why-!"

"I have answered the call of war with the Holy Grail as the ultimate prize." The figure's deep, gruff voice brought Leana out of her inner struggle to address the being. The sound of figure was obviously male and held a tone that was rather authoritative. The way he spoke was odd though. The speech pattern was clear and held no definite accent, but during the actual delivery, the voice sounded like it was being spoken through a megaphone. It sounded electronic. Maybe it was just her imagination. He spoke again.

"There are two present at the time of my summoning. May I ask which of you holds the mark of a Master?"

Leana's mind jolted as she remembered the pain she felt in her hand during the ritual. Brought said limb up for her to see. Sure enough, on the back of her left hand there were now 3 blood red marks that came together to form a pattern similar to a Celtic Triquetra. These were Command Seals given to her by the Grail and solidifying her status as a Master. She smirked to herself. "I did it! I'm a Master!" Even if the Servant standing in front of her might not be the one she intended, that fact was overshadowed at the moment by her excitement of becoming a Master. Leana held her hand for the Servant to see.

"That would be me. I am Leana Katherine Hamilton, and I am the one who summoned you."

The Servant's helmet tilted toward the hand before tilting back to Leana. Could he even see through that helmet? Apparently so. The Servant spoke again.

"Your Servant has been summoned. And so I ask of you- Are you my Master?"

"Yes I am."Leana responded firmly. The Servant's helm nodded and, without warning, dropped down on one knee."

"Then the contract is set and our fates are one in the same until the end of this war. Let it be known that I hereby swear my loyalty to you and that I will do all in my power to assure victory for us, my Master." All of this was said with a steadfast voice.

This caught Leana a little off guard by the conviction behind the declaration, but she regained her bearings.

"And you have my gratitude. I have no doubt that the Grail will be ours. Now please rise. We have much to discuss."

The Servant did so. Leana nodded.

"Good. Before we begin, I have to ask you- What is your class? I don't think I recall you stating it."

The Servant bowed his head in agreement.

"That was my mistake, Master. Forgive me. I have been summoned under the Servant Class 'Guardian'."

"'Guardian'…?'" Leana said flatly. The Servant nodded again. Leana's gaze turned into an annoyed glare.

"What the hell is this? Is this some kind of joke, Servant? There is no such class. Stop this foolishness and tell me what class you are." Leana declared. The man didn't as so much as flinch at her words.

"I assure you, I am not lying, Master. I have told what class I am. When I was called here from the Throne, the Grail stated that I am to fulfill my role in this war as a 'Guardian' and that is what I am. I will serving as the 'Servant of the Shield'." The voice kept its level tone throughout speaking.

Leana didn't know what to do. Past Grail Wars dictated that there were seven classes a Servant could be summoned as, yet here was summoned spirit claiming otherwise. And while there had been rumors of something similar happening in the Third Grail War, that was never confirmed as there were no survivors (well, except for that Kotomine priest, but apparently his lips were sealed tight on the matter up until his death 10 years ago). Still, why would a Servant lie to their own master upon being summoned? It wouldn't make any sense.

So, the question Leana asked herself now was how to prove that the Servant in front of her was lying and move on. "How can I prove it…?" Her eyes drifted in the direction of her marked left hand. "No. That would be a waste…Wait! Didn't the Lord El-Melloi talk about something like this?- Something about Masters being able to see a Servant's class and stat line by just looking at them and concentrating?." A smirk found its way onto Leana's face- something her Servant caught.

"Does something amuse you, Master?" He inquired.

"Oh, I just remembered a way to tell what you really are and not this 'Guardian' nonsense." The red head replied flippantly, waving a hand in the air for emphasis. She then mentally intensified her gazed at the armor clad figure.

"Now just stand still, and we can finally be done with this and move o-" She left her words hanging loose on her tongue. Her eyes widened and her face was set into a mask of shock.

"Master?" The male figure's voice said, trying to get the attention of the stunned-silent girl to no avail.

Meanwhile, Leana was stuck staring at Servant in front of her- or rather, the mental stat sheet for him. The sheet itself listed his basic stats ranked by alphabetical letters. As the sheet continued, the information that rival Masters would not be able to access was listed such as the Class Skills and Personal Skills which both currently were held in good amount. The category for Noble Phantasms was at the bottom and listed the titles to a total of 6 Phantasms with an added smudged line. However, it was what was at the top of the list where that held Leana's attention.

Class: Guardian

Name: ?

Master: Leana Hamilton

"Master?" The Serv- Guardian (Leana corrected herself) asked once again, this time succeeding in getting the girl's attention.

"Wha-? What is it?" Her voice shaky, and her head felt light.

"Are you alright, Leana?" Elise's voice sounded for the first time since before the summoning began as she stepped toward her visibly distressed daughter.

Leana tried to shake out of her stupor, but it didn't seem to work very well as she was still wobbling on her feet slightly.

"Yes. I think I'm just tired. The Summoning Ritual must have taken a lot out of me." The newly-made Master lied.

In reality, Leana just wanted some time to take all of this in. She had summoned a Servant on short notice from her mother. The Servant that was summoned was not the one she had expected (in fact, she didn't know who he was supposed to be, but she didn't think much on it at the moment). And now Leana just found out that the Servant is of a class that didn't even apply to any previous Holy Grail War. After all of that she just wanted to lay down to set her mind straight and maybe get some shut-eye.

"I guess that's understandable. Well, you can stay here for another night if that is what you choose." Elise said lightly.

Leana just nodded tiredly. Her mother nodded again, then turned around, started to lead back the way the two came, but not before turning to the Servant.

"Can you pick up those bags over there? It seems your Master is just about to pass out and I have to make arrangements for both of your departure tomorrow. Also will I need to show you to a room as well?"

Guardian shook his head to the Mistress of the House as he picked up the luggage. The bags didn't look like they weighed anything in his grip.

"Alright then. Let's go." She said curtly.

And so, the three figures silently made their way through the dark cluttered room toward the stairs that would lead them back to the surface and, for Leana, her bed. Said red-head dragged her feet behind her mother.

"I don't think I will be even capable of sleep tonight." Leana grumbled lowly so that no one would hear. She looked back at the Servant following up behind her with tired eyes. "At least his stats are good."

Chapter End

(More detailed Servant Stat sheet. Note: Leana cannot see the explanations or Guardians true name)

Class: (Abnormal) Guardian- "Servant of the Shield", "Watcher on the Wall", and "Master of Defense"

Alternate Classes: Archer, Saber

True Name: Saint-14

Alignment: Neutral Good

Master: Leana Hamilton

Strength: A- it is said that he caved in the skull of a Kell of one of the great Fallen Houses with a single blow from his own.

Agility: C

Endurance: A+- Exos are tireless and those that are Titans are even more so.

Mana: B- Guardian's frame design is an older, superior model than that of most Exo's that features much larger Light (prana) storage capacitors that can be used to as he sees fit.

Luck: C

Class Skills:

-Item Construction (grenades): C- Guardian can make projection grenades of the Defender Titan made from his own Prana that are either Magnetic, Spike, or Suppressor Grenades. Only up to 2 can exist at a time. Any more will cause them to become unstable and dispel back into prana.

-Independent Action: A+- Guardian would normally receive Light (prana) for his abilities from the Traveler through his Ghost. But since the Traveler is absent, he must rely upon his master for the energy to stay on this plane of existence. However, if the flow of prana were to stop for whatever reason, Guardian may use his Ghost to sap the needed energy from any Magical Layline in the vicinity, which Fuyuki proves to be abundant in. The process of converting energy is very time consuming (3 days for a full charge. 2 hours if done daily without significant expenditure of prana) and must be done when out of combat where Guardian enters a "dormant" state while being recharged. If his Ghost is destroyed, this recharging method will prove impossible and this skill is lowered to rank A.

-Riding: C- only holds knowledge and skill to operate transportation that can conventionally hold only one passenger/driver (motorcycles, horseback, jet ski, snow mobile, Sparrow, etc.)

-Magical Resistance (the Guardian class boosts this skill): A- guardians under the designation of the Defender Class Titan are all instructed on how to ward off whatever that is thrown at them by the forces of Darkness- including the arcane arts often utilized by the Hive. For a veteran such as Guardian, he became very capable of shrugging off the dark magics of the Hive Wizards and Ogres that roamed the badlands of Earth during his time.

-Divinity: D- All guardians from Guardian's life are blessed by the light of the Traveler, earning at least E rank. When still alive, Guardian was shown to be significantly favored, earning a rank higher.

-Protector of the Earth: D- Tales of Guardian were often told in the last City on Earth as well as many of the scattered wildling tribes around the world. It reached them through word of mouth or first-hand witnessing one of Guardian's crusades to purge the Darkness from Earth. Since Guardian's legend was so wide-spread, his cultural sphere encompasses the entire planet. Therefore, Guardian's stats benefit no matter where he is- as long as he is on Earth. Note that the benefits gained are not very high due to the relatively small amount of people (compared to other heroic spirits') that were aware and exalted Guardian's deeds (these benefits have already been incorporated into the stats above).

Personal Skills:

-Force Barrier: C- prana is drained from Servants with every action they perform. When Guardian lands a successful punch on his opponent, he intentionally expels noticeable amount of prana and the impact his hit creates blows the energy he expended back onto himself, forming a thin protective layer of magic. This secondary armor projects a light repulsion outward, softening oncoming blows from opponents by a minor degree. This is very temporary and the barrier will fade away shortly after the initializing punch if not rejuvenated by another successful hit.

-Battle Continuation: C+- If not dealt significant damage, the battleframe of an Exo will continue to fight. And unless having received a decisively fatal wound, Guardian's Ghost is able to heal most-to-all damage sustained post-combat.

-Unworldly Tongue: E- After many cycles of hunting his prey, he has learned their habits and has made meaning of their guttural drawl. Guardian is able to speak and understand the language of The Fallen.

-Bravery: A

-Military Tactics: B- Guardian led many crusades to liberate Earth from hostile threats. The strategies he employed resulted in many victories.

-Pioneer of the Stars: A- Guardian proved to do the impossible by killing a great Kell in single combat and taking charge of its House, even if only during the fleeting moments before his death.

Noble Phantasms:

-Ghost ("Fire Fly")(support): C- Guardian's longtime companion and partner has been brought back due to being so deeply ingrained in his being, both physically and spiritually.

Fire Fly boosts sensor capabilities, heals injuries, can hack into electrical devices, able to unlock doors, capable of converting Layline energy into prana for Guardian, summon the Sparrow.

-Vault of the Tower Armory (anti-person/anti-unit): C- In life, all guardians had access to a plethora of firearm weaponry to combat the enemies of the Traveler.

Guardian may form projections of any weapon model to use in combat (nothing specific. Just what type of gun). All weapons have a rank of E (D in the case of heavy weapons). Also in the armory are:

-Apollo and Artemis: D+- twin hand cannons and Guardian's favored weapons. They have Solar and Void attributes respectively.

-Ward of Dawn (support): A(EX)- Guardian may lay out a spherical, transparent dome. The dome can be deployed anywhere from a 1 to 25 meter radius from Guardian for a duration time of 90 to 10 minutes respectively (this does not take effects of enemy Noble Phantasms, environmental factors, or other effects into account).

This Noble Phantasm has 2 "modes". First is the "Shield" which as the name suggests provides a nigh impenetrable shield to any and all on the outside. It is most effective against projectile attacks and magic performed at range, but can also block physical blows if the dome is small/concentrated enough. The second method is the "Coliseum". In contrast to the "Shield", the "Coliseum" strengthens the shield wall inward, making a perfect cage to trap an unsuspecting foe or stop any enemy who would try to retreat from Guardian.

Each mode is unique, and so considered two different abilities. So, if Guardian is using one and wishes to switch to the other, he must first deconstruct the active mode and then form the dome again in the new mode (this would consume A LOT of prana). While inside (for either mode), Guardian's base Agility, Strength, and Endurance stats, the Class Skill Magical Resistance, as well as any weapons he is using at the moment are raised by one rank.

-Starless Night (support): C+(B+)- Guardian's light, when let loose, was said to be so bright that it blocked out the stars in the sky better than if you were in the middle of The City.

Guardian can unleash a burst of Prana in the form of a shining light from his form. When used with the Ward of Dawn, the Rank is raised when the light is reflected by the shield, amplifying the brightness and effectively blinding anyone inside.

-Helm of the Saint (support): D+- The great saint has worn that helm in every battle he has ever been in.

The helm that Guardian wears atop his figure is for more than just show. It's made from a titanium alloy that, having been made stronger through the Summoning, is indestructible to almost anything. The helm does not have any means to see directly out of. Therefore attacks against Guardian that require eye contact (such as Mystic Eyes and Mystic Face) are null. Instead, the helm has two ways of perceiving the world.

(1) The first is for the photoreceptor in the center of the faceplate to receive a visual and project a picture on the helm's interior similar to a video camera. (2) The secondary method is for the helm to "sense" what is around by way of Guardian or his Ghost leaking out a continuous, seemingly insignificant stream of Prana to form a constantly updating picture akin to a version of echolocation. This second method is best utilized in conjunction with Starless Night, where the walls of the Ward of Dawn create a clearer "picture" of the enclosed space, while the rest of the occupants remain blinded earning a rise in rank to rank B.

-House of Crows (anti-unit): C- (Story will be detailed later on. It is written but would spoil some stuff right now.)

Guardian is able to summon a single Fallen Crow skiff with a crew of 2 Reaver pilots, a Baron, and 8 of the Kell's Guard.

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Author's Notes

Finally done! I hope you guys enjoyed that. As to why it took me so long to post, there are 4 almighty reasons: College, social life, playing other videogames, and laziness. But since finals are wrapping up for me about now, I will hopefully post more often.

Explanations (I do have time to explain):

1.) Leana's Third Eye Magic (originally made spell):

(AN: I know it's also the name of a weapon attribute in Destiny, but I didn't get it from that)

The idea is that the Third Eye acts as a form of echolocation or sonar. It is a technique that has been passed down from generation to generation of those descended from the Blind King for more than a millennium. The family had taken to calling it the Third Eye. Essentially, where echolocation and sonar are both methods that send out waves of sound to form an image, the Third Eye is used by Leana sending out her Od (prana that originates from her own body) out in all directions even if there is a solid surface in the way. When the prana has reached the set range of control, Leana forcibly pulls the energy back to her. As the prana journeys back toward its master, it rushes through everything in the vicinity. When the process is done, Leana's trained mind creates a 3 dimensional image depending on what kinds of fluctuations are included in the return flow. Open air doesn't put forth any resistance, and solid inanimate objects like rock or metal slow the flow of prana passing through to a degree depending on the object's density. Meanwhile, things that hold, produce, or are made of prana (plants, animals, Bounded Fields, exc.) deflect the probing energy to a degree depending on how much prana they hold. At the moment, Leana is able to "see" with her Third Eye up to about 25 feet all around. For living organisms inside her "gaze", they will feel a slight chill when Third Eye is being actively used.

2.) The Runes on Jupiter:

Each rune means something different and has been chosen for a reason. For now, I will just tell you the translated definitions I'm using

-Othala- associated with the 'Ancestral Spiritual Inheritance' which is said to connect us to our genetic wisdom, the unconscious and sometimes awakened unity that links us back to the first humans who began to think and seek something 'greater' than a simple 'animal' existence.

-Tiwas- associated with sovereign order, sacrifice, and right decision making.

-Hagalaz- pertains to power beyond human ability to harness, destructive natural forces, and chaos.

3.) The line "Let my blood become the ancestor" during the Summoning Ritual:

I based this Summoning Ritual off of the one Rin says in the rebooted Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Bladeworks. In the chant, though, she says "Let my great master Schweinorg become the ancestor". For those of you that do not know, Schweinorg is referring to the wizard Zelretch and how he was the master of Nagato Tohsaka, Rin's ancestor. Since the Clan Hamilton would not be affiliated with Zelretch, I made the simple change.

4.) Why does "Jupiter is entirely different" (when Leana is trying to figure if it is or isn't the Blind King that was summoned) matter?:

Think of Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon that holds many archetypes of later Heroes' Phantasms. If somebody wanted to summon the King of Heroes by using the finalized phantasm as a catalyst, it would not work, because the phantasm is no longer the same as it was when it rested in Gilgamesh's treasury. The reason why Guardian was summoned was hinted at and will be explained later.

Remember that reviews are very much welcome (they help me know what you like and don't like and also encourage those that haven't read the story yet to read it).

See you next time.

Update 05/09/15: I forgot to add the link address for Jupiter. I have since posted it on my profile