Jeffery pulled a radio out and held it up to his mouth.

"Hey, Visalli, this is Stanford. I have some new that Saber's gonna appreciate. I met Lancer of Alpha last night; his True Name is Romulus."

Jeffery was confident that this would bring interesting results.


Fate/new dawn
Chapter 2: The Day After


When Ian woke up, he had the feeling that the events of last evening had been a dream, no matter how uneventful it actually was for him and Marcus. They somehow failed to locate any enemy Masters and eventually went back home. But, he looked on the back of his hand and saw that the Command Seals were still there. And then he saw that there was a large lump under the blankets. He removed the blankets, revealing Assassin. The small girl was curled up in a position that made her resemble a fetus. And she was wearing less than usual, having removed her boots, plates on her thighs and hips, holsters carrying her knives, bandages wrapped around her forearms, and glove. Her hair was pretty messed up, indicating that she was in his bed for a while.

"GAH!" Ian yelped in surprise.

Assassin woke up and turned to face Ian.

"Is something wrong, Daddy?" Assassin asked concernedly.

"Why are you in my bed?" Ian asked.

"We just wanted to sleep with Daddy." The little girl said, not realizing how awkward the situation was. "What's wrong, Daddy?"

"You're wearing almost nothing."

The white-haired girl tilted her head in innocent confusion. Ian sighed.

"If you're going to sleep in bed with me, then we're going to have to get pajamas for you." Ian groaned. "I do not want to be seen in bed with a scantily-clad little girl. There are so many things wrong with that image."

She blinked, once again expressing innocence and confusion.

"But anyway, let's get us some breakfast." Ian got out bed and Assassin followed him.

Ian and Assassin walked into the kitchen and found Archer cooking. He had set his holy shroud and battle skirt aside in favor of an apron. Ian was surprised to see him and he was surprised to see Assassin.

"Who's that?" he said warily. "Wait, that's Assassin of Alpha, right?"

Ian nodded.

The tan-skinned man's eyebrows then furrowed for a brief moment. 'That's strange. She was summoned just last night, didn't we? Must be a skill or Noble Phantasm…'

His demeanor relaxed. "Anyway, breakfast is almost ready."

If such a class existed, Archer would very well qualify for a Chef-class Heroic Spirit. It was some of the best food Ian had ever had in his life! Marcus eventually walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Master." the Heroic Spirit of the Bow greeted.

Marcus was quite surprised. He had expected Ian to be in the kitchen making breakfast and not Archer, but the man really should have seen that coming.

That said, he had somehow forgotten about Assassin too. Ian knew who Assassin's identity was and should have seen this mess coming; she did have an Information Erasure skill, after all.

"You can eat if you want." Ian said to Assassin.

"But we're a Servant. We don't need to eat." Jack replied.

"Come on, just try it." Ian said. "Just because you don't need food doesn't mean it doesn't taste good."

"Okay." Assassin said before taking a bite of breakfast. "Yummy!"

"This is fantastic!" Marcus complimented after taking a bite of the food. "Thanks, Archer."

"You're welcome, Master." Archer nodded.

"We have a question." Assassin asked Marcus. "Daddy calls you 'uncle', so that means you aren't his daddy, right? What does that make you to us?"

"I guess that makes me your great-uncle." Marcus shrugged.

"But you can call him 'Grunkle'." his nephew joked, referencing Gravity Falls.

The doorbell rang and Marcus stood up to get the door. He undid the locks and opened it, revealing Serena.

"Good morning, sir." Serena greeted.

"Good morning, Serena." Marcus smiled.

"So, you mentioned last night that you had found the Master of Assassin." Serena said.

"That's right." Marcus then looked back over his shoulder. "Ian!"

Ian came running.

"Firstly, Serena, come inside."

Serena stepped into the house and closed the door behind her.

"Show her Assassin." Marcus ordered.

"Hey, Assassin." Ian called. "Need you to come here."

Assassin responded immediately.

"The Assassin our faction has…is a scantily-clad little girl?" Serena cocked an eyebrow.

"We'll do anything to protect Daddy." the small, white-haired girl's calmness remained even as she uttered her next statement. "We'd even kill people if they'd want to hurt Daddy. We'll cut them up and mangle them."

Everyone was giving Assassin horrified stares.

'I think that we should keep an eye on Assassin; she seems like a possible loose cannon.' Rider said to Serena. 'But what could have happened to her that would drive a child to kill people? And just what did she do in order to become a Heroic Spirit?'

"Your Servant is Rider, right?" Ian asked.

"Yes." Serena said before mentally signaling for Rider to reveal himself.

"Greetings." Rider said politely.

"While this is a nice little gathering and all…" Marcus interrupted. "Ian, you need to go to school, so finish everything up."

Ian nodded before going to finish his morning routine.

"So, I heard you had a run-in with Berserker of Omega." Marcus said, earning a nod from his bodyguard. "We're going to need to formulate a plan to eliminate that Berserker."

"I honestly believe it would be in our best interests to eliminate the Master and then claim Berserker for our own." Serena stated. "If possible and practical, at least."

"That is actually pretty smart. If we could turn Omega's big guns on them, they'd have a lower chance of defeating us." Marcus nodded. "But until then, we just need to focus on our daily routines."


Ian stepped out of his room and saw Assassin waiting patiently, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed and wearing all her combat gear. Ian had to admit, the little girl looked adorable even if she was pretty psychotic and under-dressed.

"Where are we going, Daddy?" Assassin asked.

"School." Ian answered.

"What's school, Daddy?" she asked.

"You'll see." Ian replied. "Now, Assassin, I need you to be a good girl and stay in spirit form unless I tell you to materialize. I'll give you a treat if you do."

"Okay!" the small Servant smiled. "We'll behave ourselves, Daddy!"

Ian smiled warmly at Assassin's response before he kneeled down and patted her head affectionately. "Come on then. Let's get going."


If you had to ask which of his teachers that Ian hated the most, he would have answered Mr. Monroe.

Mr. Monroe was his History teacher and the most detestable person Ian ever had the displeasure of meeting. His class could basically be summed up as a lousy excuse for a teacher who behaved in ways that reminded Ian of Mr. Morooka from Persona 4. Sometimes, Ian wanted to take the stick that was constantly up Monroe's butt, tear it out, and then shove it down his throat. Furthermore, the boy often silently questioned how Monroe managed to get and hold his job as a teacher.

"We don't like him, Daddy. He's boring. And mean." Assassin complained.

'I know, Assassin...' Ian inwardly sighed. 'But we just have to deal with these types of people sometimes.'

But Assassin was still angry. Monroe was mean to Daddy and hurt Daddy's feelings. She didn't want Daddy to be unhappy. She wanted to make Monroe pay for hurting Daddy's feelings.

Regardless, school confused Assassin. She understood literally none of the things that people were talking about. It was boring. But Daddy said that school helped him and he had to go anyway.

Assassin was happy when school was over. She had behaved herself like Daddy told her to, so that meant she would get a treat. When Ian walked into his home and closed the door behind him, his Servant came out of spirit form.

"Good job, Assassin." Ian complimented. "You behaved yourself very well."

"Thank you, Daddy!" she responded cheerfully. "Do we get a treat?"

"Yes, you do." Ian answered, causing Assassin's face to light up.

"Yay!" she cheered.

'She's adorable!' Ian thought as he went to the refrigerator, opened it, and began looking for something to give Assassin.

He eventually found a chocolate bar and took it out before turning to face Assassin, closing the refrigerator door behind him.

"Here you go." Ian handed the chocolate bar to the white-haired girl.

"Thank you."

Assassin tore the wrapping off and took a nibble. She then proceeded to eat the whole chocolate bar in under a half-minute.


"So, we're going up against the Divine Founder of Rome himself, huh?" Dario Visalli said.

Dario was a sixteen-year-old boy whose parents came from Italy, though he himself was born in America. He had a slightly dark skin tone along with black hair and eyes. He wore a grey light jacket, green shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers.

"My brother is not the true founder of Rome. He merely cheated me out of my birthright to be the Divine Founder." Saber snarled from within spirit form.

'Right, sorry.' Dario apologized.

"Make it known that I alone am the only allowed to slay Romulus. Anyone else who dares to defy me will be struck down in retribution."

'Of course.' Dario then spoke back into the radio. "Saber said that he's the only one allowed to kill Lancer of Alpha. He'll kill anyone who kills Lancer of Alpha first."

"Heh. I figured he'd say that. I'll tell everyone else." Jeffery replied from the other end of the line.

'Something doesn't seem right about Stanford, Saber.' Dario stated. 'I feel like he's plotting something.'

"Something is indeed not right about him. However, I think that our faction's Caster is plotting as well." Saber replied. "The fact that she secludes herself and barely keeps contact with us is unsettling."

"It appears that we will have to be wary of our own allies…" Saber growled. "Regardless, we must get Romulus out of the way before we can concern ourselves with potential traitors."


That night, Dario was walking around the city, seeking out Lancer of Alpha at Saber's demands. There was no reasoning with him anyway and it would also help get a leg up over the Alpha faction by taking first blood.

A thick, sulfuric fog began to appear out of nowhere. Saber materialized in response. He was a man who bore much similarity to Lancer of Alpha; similar height, similar build, bronze-colored skin, and black eyes with red irises. In fact, his clothing was also very similar to Lancer's, except for the fact that his midriff wasn't exposed and he wore nothing on his head, revealing that he was bald. A belt was wrapped around his waist with a black and gold sheath attached and the sword held in it had a red guard. He drew the sword from its sheath, revealing that the blade was silver and surrounded in thin blue flames. The two stood with their backs to each other, making sure that there were no sneak attacks.

Meanwhile, Assassin of Alpha was running through the mist, unhindered because this mist was made with one of her Noble Phantasms; The Mist. While the fog was a hindrance for just about everyone else, it wouldn't be a problem for her. With her Presence Concealment active, she was impossible to detect and it was a matter of time before she decided to strike at Dario and Saber.

"Time to cut things up." She said cheerfully.

Assassin leapt out in front of Saber with two of her knives drawn. She attempted to slash at him before he quickly blocked with his sword. Assassin then landed before leaping back into the Mist and reactivating her Presence Concealment. She reappeared in front of Dario and attempted to stab him, only for Saber to throw Dario out of the way at the last second and blocked with his sword.

"D***ed Assassin." Saber growled before kicking Assassin and knocking her away.

Saber retaliated and stabbed at Assassin, whom moved out of the way just in time. However, the blade cut the small girl's side and she winced in pain. Saber swung again and wound up cutting Assassin's cheek. The Heroic Spirit of Murder countered by stabbing the Heroic Spirit of the Sword in the gut. Saber kicked Assassin away again.

"Are you okay?" Dario asked concernedly.

"I will be fine, Master." the bald man said as Assassin activated her Presence Concealment.

The Master and Servant got back in formation in preparation for another sneak attack. To their surprise, the Mist faded instead. The two refused to drop their guard, but an attack never came. Dario and Saber concluded that Assassin left the area due to her having not attacked for several minutes and relaxed.

"Okay, so we know that Assassin of Alpha can- Wait a moment…" Dario paused. "I can't remember anything!"

"Neither can I." the bronze-skinned Servant grit his teeth. "How is that possible? We just fought them!"

"It must be a Noble Phantasm or something." Dario said uneasily. "This is bad. We have an enemy that we can never figure out because we'll just forget about them as soon as the battle ends."

"Such underhanded tactics…" the muscular man frowned. "How befitting of an Assassin-class Servant."

The two left the area as quick as they could.

'Why couldn't we just kill them, Daddy?' Assassin asked telepathically.

"Because I'm worried that prolonging the fight would have killed you." Ian responded. "And besides, at this point, I'm only wishing for us to test the waters. And I've figured out who Saber of Omega could be."

"Use your Surgery skill to heal yourself, then go back to finding other enemy Masters and Servants. If I can identify them, them that gives the Alpha faction leverage."

'Okay.' Assassin then pulled out a bloody scalpel and began tending to her wounds.


Meanwhile in another part of the city, a man stood surveying his surroundings.

The man was dressed in very peculiar attire, from an average citizens preceptive, at least. In truth, he was a Servant; Rider of Omega. He was a tall man with brown hair, brown eyes, and a moustache and beard. He wore a golden crown on his head, a regal red cape, chainmail armor under a yellow tunic, and brown boots. A warhammer was gripped tightly in his hand, in preparation for an ambush.

"This leyline is decent enough." he spoke before activating one of his skills, Demonic Defender of the State.


So, Rider of Omega is revealed.

Allow me to briefly addres the reviews.

ZenoZen: Thanks. In hindsight, Jeffery not having Berserker give chase was a bit of a bad move. However, I did my best to justify that act in this chapter. As for your recommendations, I have incorporated one of them as Rider of Omega.

If anyone else has any ideas for OC Servants, know that spots are filling up. Saber of Omega, Archer of Alpha, Lancer of Alpha, Rider of Alpha, Rider of Omega, Caster of Omega, Assassin of Alpha, Berserker of Alpha, and Berserker of Omega are already decided. Within the next few chapters, all the spots will be filled up and will not take anymore recommendations.

Anyway, you know the drill. Leave a review. Constructive criticism will be accepted. Flames will be used to make s'mores. See ya!