It was midnight. The crescent moon hung among the stars as they all shared their beautiful light with the world below.

This was in contrast with the chaos unfolding on that same ground. Berserker of Alpha had spotted Rider of Omega and immediately went to engage him in battle. Berserker was his gladius sword wildly, forcing Rider to be on the defensive. Regardless of how his Demonic Defender of the State skill granted him a fighting power boost comparable to Berserker's B-Rank Mad Enhancement, the giant of a man before him was extremely aggressive. But he was at the same time quite unskilled. As soon as an opening appeared, Rider swung his great war hammer and struck Berserker in the jaw.

Yet, the ash-skinned gladiator's smile did not fade. One would likely have thought he was a masochist, though his insanity would make finding the truth of the statement difficult. Furthermore, the strike did little damage to the mad giant. The bearded man frowned at this before the gladiator threw a punch at his face.

"Quake in fear, tyrant! Your attacks shall prove useless against me!"

"This will be troublesome." Rider muttered. "It seems I will be forced to use my trump card."

"Cavalry of Tours!" Rider shouted.

Showers of golden particles spawned multiple armored horses that charged towards Berserker, who grinned in response.

"My love shall destroy all oppressors!" the madman declared.

The gladiator stabbed and slashed at the armored horses and tossed a few aside with his hand, but eventually he was trampled by the onslaught of horses. The horses continued to trample the ash-skinned man for a few more minutes before the Servant of Omega halted the assault.

"Uugh…" Berserker grumbled as he got back up. "I'll repay this ecstasy two-fold."

Yep, he was definitely a masochist.

"Oh, oppressor! Let me embrace you!"


Fate/new dawn
Chapter 4: The One Who Upholds the Law


Richard Lee furrowed his brow as he surveyed the property damage in the area where Berserker of Alpha and Rider of Omega were fighting the night before.

During the events of the previous Grail War, one of the Masters was a man who was one of the higher-ups in the FBI. Though he tried to keep the matter under wraps, he was unable to prevent the rest of the organization from finding out about the Holy Grail War. Consequently, this reached the government's ears and they acted to ensure that this matter remains a secret.

Now that the Grail War had started anew and was much more large scale this time around, the supervision of the Grail War was very much a necessity.

Richard was the man tasked with overseeing the Grail War this time.

Running a hand through his auburn hair, he sighed. One of the Servants responsible for the destruction was most certainly a Berserker. The fact that two factions meant two Berserkers was worrying. He remembered the Berserker from the last War; a terrifying monster despite her cute appearance. He would never look at foggy nights the same ever again.

A woman with long blonde hair that was tied in a braid and amethyst eyes with a pure look in them walked up to Richard. She wore a black suit, conveying the image of the FBI stereotype.

However, this woman was not a true FBI Agent. It was only a cover; she was actually the Ruler-class Servant overseeing this Holy Grail War. She wasn't Richard's Servant and instead answered directly to the will of the Grail.

"I just got back from investigating the murders that also happened last night." Ruler stated. "It was likely a Servant trying to replenish their Prana."

"I see." Richard said. "The damage caused here obviously had something to do with a Berserker. Seems to be a stronger one than the one from the last Grail War."

"Were there any survivors?" he then asked.

"No." the blonde shook her head. "Whoever was responsible for it killed every single person in that bar."

"What was the cause?"

"Most victims were apart with knives with the heart torn out." she answered. "There were a few who weren't killed that way. The forensics team believe that whoever did somehow gassed the vents before killing them all."

Richard's eyes widened. 'She's back.'

"Okay. Thanks, Marie." The auburn-haired man said, using Ruler's cover name.

The destruction caused by Berserker of Alpha was covered up as a gas leak.


It was an ordinary school day, aside from the effects of Monroe's murder. A small portion was rejoicing that the fat jerk would no longer be a problem, others were afraid but relieved that Monroe finally got his comeuppance, and the rest were just freaked out. Though, the majority of those people were less concerned that Monroe specifically was murdered and more concerned that there was a murder at all. And then the recent murder of a bar full of people simply caused more panic.

Lily Wright, on the other hand, mostly ignored the conversations and gossip about the murders. Being an introvert, the conversations other people weren't something of interest to her.

Lily was a girl with fair skin and medium length hair that, though it was actually an extremely light blonde, was often mistaken for being white in color and tied in a low ponytail. Her eyes were blue but her left one was a paler blue due to her being blind in that eye and it was covered with a medical eyepatch. Her usual attire consisted of a white turtleneck wool sweater that reached to half of her upper thighs, blue shorts, black tights, and blue shoes.

"It's a shame." said her Servant, Caster of Alpha, from within spirit form. "Though incredibly mean-spirited, I felt that man could have become a decent person with time."

Most wouldn't agree with that statement. Most would say that, to quote a certain song about a certain small-hearted Dr. Seuss character, Monroe's heart was full of unwashed socks and his soul was full of gunk. Most would even prefer a seasick crocodile to Monroe and wouldn't want to touch him with a thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot pole.

Lily just shrugged at Caster's statement. She didn't like Monroe, though no one really did, but he didn't really deserve to be killed like that either.

But there was still one problem remaining.

"Hey, freak."

Paisley Dixon was a girl who was the stereotypical mean popular rich girl. Even her appearance gave the image of the stereotypical mean popular rich girl; tall, slender, curvy body, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Her clothing consisted of a red cardigan, white blouse, black miniskirt, and black shoes.

Paisley was someone that Lily had known since elementary school and began to somehow always wind up in the same school as she did. And unfortunately, Lily couldn't transfer schools and was stuck waiting for Paisley to do that. So far, no luck.

And the reason that she constantly picked on Lily? The fact that she was blind in one eye ever since she was bored.

"What do you want, Paisley?" Lily responded dryly. 'I am so sick and tired of this. Why can't she go bully someone else?'

"You're probably the one who murdered Monroe and all those people in that bar, didn't you, freak?"

"That is the most outrageous accusation you've ever made about me." Lily stated. "Ever since the time when some idiot accidentally set one of the labs on fire, but you insisted that it was me even after that idiot was caught."

"It's because you're a freak. And freaks are bad people, and bad people do horrible things."

Feeding further into the mean popular rich girl stereotype that Paisley upheld, she was far from the sharpest tool in the shed. She would often make wild accusations about Liliy that always had flimsy logic, if any at all. And there never was any evidence to back those claims up.

The blue-eyed girl began to tune Paisley's rants while having a telepathic conversation with Caster.

'Caster, would you happen to know some sort of hypnosis trick that can make Paisley stop?'

"While I do know hypnosis, I will only use it to make a witness forget about the existence of the Holy Grail War." Caster responded. "I would not use it in a way that could potentially ruin somebody's life."

"Are you even listening to me, freak?'

Ian happened to be walking by and saw Paisley harassing Lily.

"Can you stop her, Daddy?" Assassin asked. "We don't like bullies."

Assassin didn't even have to ask.

"That's enough." Ian walked up to the blonde snob.

"What do you want?" Paisley scoffed. "Can't you see I'm talking to her?"

"Really? To me, it looks like you're picking on her."

"Why do you care? She's a freak. She's been blind in one eye since birth."

"So, you're picking on her because of a disability she can't control having?" Ian was quite honestly disgusted. "How small-minded of you."

"Do you know who I am?"

"A complete and utter cunt?"

"How dare you! My dad's James Dixon, owner of Dixon Foods! I could sue you!"

"Oh. That small fry." the black-haired boy replied bluntly. "Yeah, my uncle and legal guardian is Marcus Wilkins, president of Wilkins Incorporated. He could respond with a lawsuit ten times larger."

It was true. Marcus' company was much larger than Dixon's, having offices in all of the United States whereas Dixon Foods was only a big company if you lived in Texas. Marcus by himself was a good business man, having had offices in the entirety of the Southwestern United States by the time the first Grail War started. Then he used the Holy Grail to wish for the prosperity of him and his company. And he had several connections. Suffice to say, Dixon filing a lawsuit against Marcus for any reason would be an uphill battle.

And Ian was hoping that Dixon wouldn't grant his snobby daughter's request of suing him just because he defended a girl she was picking on. That would be irritating.

"I suggest that you leave." Ian stated bluntly.

The snobby girl left with a huff.

"Are you okay?" Ian asked.

"Y-Yeah. I am." Lily said shyly. "Thank you."

"Blind in one eye, huh." Ian said. "Must be rough."

"It is…"

"See you around." Ian said before leaving.

"Wait." Lily called out.

The boy stopped.

"What's your name?" the light blonde-haired girl asked.

"Ian. Ian Clark."

"…I'm Lily Wright."


The Colorado River ran through the middle of the city of Philburg. At the edge of the city and near the riverbank was an old shed. At least, it used to be a shed. When Caster of Alpha decided to make her base in the area, she used her A-Rank Territory Creation skill to transform it into a magnificent Shinto temple with a Bounded Field constructed around it to ward off non-Masters.

Caster and Lily sat under the gate, watching the river flow on its path to the Gulf of Mexico.

Caster was a woman with fair skin, long black hair that flowed down to the end of her back, and eyes that were a rich gold color and irises slit like a dragon's. Her preferred choice of clothing was a dark blue Jūnihitoe. She had thick, cream-colored horns that curved around her right and left temples respectively with a long, dark blue tail trailed behind her from above her behind. Two pieces of her long hair that stayed in the front were braided with beautiful white lotuses attached to the blue ribbons keeping the braids tied. In her hand, she held a staff that was shaped like an Asian dragon with pearl in its mouth and a necklace of pearls around it.

It was night time and the two were waiting for any of the enemy Masters to come by. Caster-class Heroic Spirits were known to have abysmal physical prowess but made up for it using their immense magical power and home-field advantage via Territory Creation.

"That boy from earlier, Ian, had Command Seals." Caster stated.

"You're thinking that he might be one of the Omega Masters, aren't you?" Lily asked.

"No. On the contrary, I believe that he might be the Master of Assassin of Alpha." Caster replied calmly. "He mentioned that Wilkins is his uncle and caretaker, so I have doubts that he could be an enemy Master."


At that same moment, Rider of Alpha went to confront Rider of Omega. Rider of Alpha materialized before summoning and mounting his steed, Bayard; a white horse wearing black armor.

"Hail, Rider of Omega!" the brass-armored knight shouted.

Rider of Omega turned around and saw the Servant of Alpha approaching.

"I challenge you to a duel, Heroic Spirit of the Mount." The brunette declared.

The other Rider's brow furrowed and gaze narrowed. "Calvary of Tours!"

An armored horse was summoned and subsequently mounted by the kingly man.

"Then so be it, Rider of Alpha. I accept."


Class: Berserker
True name: Spartacus
Master: Wesley King
Gender: Male
Alignment: True Neutral
Height/Weight: 221cm/165kg

Strength: A
Endurance: EX
Agility: D
Magic: E
Luck: D
Noble Phantasm: C

Class Skills
Mad Enhancement EX
Parameters are Rank-Up, but is deprived of most reason.

Even when under Mad Enhancement Spartacus is able to hold a conversion. He is fixated on "always making the most difficult choice," so essentially, a mutual understanding with him is impossible.

Personal Skills
The Honor of the Battered B
The magical energy cost of treating Spartacus's injuries with magecraft techniques is 1/4 of the normal cost.

Also, even without the use of magecraft after a certain amount of time, the wound will automatically proceed to be healed.

Noble Phantasms
Crying Warmonger: The Howl of the Wounded Beast A
Always active-type Noble Phantasm. Damage inflicted by the opponent is converted into magical energy and stored in the body. Spartacus can use the magical energy deposited in the body for a boost. In the case relative to a strong servant, the body itself can transform.


Rider of Omega and Berserker of Alpha get some action, Ruler appears, the government knows about the Holy Grail War, Caster of Alpha and her Master appear, and both Riders engage in a duel.

LunaRose2468 is the one who created Lily and Caster of Omega. We now have only two spots open in the roster; Saber of Alpha and Lancer of Omega. All spots will be filled up in the next few chapters. If you have any suggestions, you'd best submit them quick because in the next chapter or two, the OC submissions will be closed.

Here are the guidelines. Your OC Servant must be based on an actual legend. As for what else to include, create a stat sheet similar to the one I put at the end of Chapter 1 or this chapter. Listing class, True Name, gender, alignment, stats, Skills, Noble Phantasms, and the like. I'd also prefer to have a little bit of background to them. Though I know a good amount of history and mythology (partially why I like the Fate series so much), I do not know everything about those subjects. Also, include a little bit about personality and tactics. At least give me a base for it.

Creating OC Master is allowed, but only in conjunction with an OC Servant and is completely optional. Genderbending is allowed. As for the Master, just include things like appearance, personality, motivation, and the like. But remember that in the world of Fate/new dawn, mages do not exist and the Church is an ordinary, though very large, religious organization. They cannot be a magus or an executor.

Leave a review and tell me what you think so far. Constructive criticism is accepted. Flames will be used to make s'mores. See ya next time!