[ Narrator POV: Two Months before the Holy Grail War ]
The battle for the Holy Grail, possibly one of the bloodiest rituals to take place. Four of these battles have been fought already with seven masters and seven servants. Only one final pair can remain to claim the grail. Some of the past participators have tried to avoid this bloodshed but it has always ended in failure. Some things just can't be prevented. The grail will never grant the wish unless an absolute victory is obtained. That victory is only obtainable by killing every opponent both servant and master. The preparations for the fifth war were commencing. Four servants had already been summoned. So far the only ones missing were Saber, Archer, and Rider. What everyone didn't know was that there was also another servant awaiting to be summoned.
A lone figure walked through the snow shaking from the cold. This figure was no other than Illyasviel von Einzbern. The girl was heir to the Einzbern's and sole purpose of existence was to take home the holy grail and become its vessel. The reason she was out in the snow was to summon her servant. Originally one month ago she was supposed to do this task and summon the Berserker servant but someone had beat her to it. The relic she was given was supposed to be the only thing capable of summoning Berserker but obviously, they were proven wrong. Today she would be trying to summon Saber as she had been presented with the scabbard of a sword. Old Man Acht the current head of the Einzbern family claimed that it was indeed a relic capable of summoning a servant. He also proclaimed that it was eerily similar to the sheathe of Excalibur so he hoped it would be able to summon King Arthur.
Currently, she was making her way to a temple to summon her servant. The wind howled in her ears as layers upon layers of snow relentlessly assaulted her as she trudged through the snow. She had been walking for hours and hoped she would soon reach the temple. She stopped walking as a different type of howling reached her ears. Instead of the harsh howl of wind, this was the bloodthirsty howl of a wolf.
She looked behind her to see a pack of wolves were flanking her on all sides and were ready to pounce for the kill. Fearing for her life she broke into a run knowing her pursuers would soon overtake her. Her words were proven true as she felt the warm breath of one of the wolves on the back of her legs a few seconds after she had begun running. It lunged at her and the only reason it missed was due to her tripping and rolling down a hill. She managed to stand up just barely before the wolves surrounded her once again closing in on her in a tight-knit circle. She knew she was in trouble as she would not be able to take on the wolves. She watched as one's muscles tensed readying for a lunge. She closed her eyes waiting for the pain but it never came.
*ROAR!!!*
But what did come was the sound of something demonic that chilled her down to her very core.
(The Sound)
Opening her eyes slowly she was greeted with the sight of something that will follow her forever.
Standing over her is a Monster of olden Legends. If someone told her to describe the Monster In four words, then It would be: White Wolf Headed Dragon. The head is very much a wolf and Dragons but the body is both Wolf-like and Dragon-like, possessing massive Dragon-bat wings. There are no paws only reptilian claws. Protectively surrounding her is a Dragon tail on fire.
*Whimper!*
She looked around looking for the source of the whimper and was greeted with the sight of the wolves on the floor whimpering In pure terror, bowing to the White Wolf Headed Dragon.
Then like something transpired between them, all the wolves nodded rapidly and ran off with their tail between their legs.
Very soon after that, the White Wolf Headed Dragon slowly and gradually got In front of her.
Looking Into her beautiful crimson eyes are emotionless glowing white ones.
" I hope you are unharmed Master." A beautiful charming young male voice said coming from the figure. His words confused her at first until she realized what happened. She had summoned her servant. She had actually acquired her servant without being forced to go all the way to the temple and her servant had just saved her life.
" Thank you." She said tentatively as fear and adrenaline still coursed through her blood albeit not as badly as before. She felt her knees buckling and they finally collapsed from exhaustion. Instead of landing on the snow, she felt herself land in a warm pair of arms. " You're kind." She whispered as she lost consciousness due to mental and physical exhaustion.
The last thing she saw was an extremely handsome young man, possessing pure white short hair, and hypnotic ocean blue that made her feel cared and loved for.
' So pretty...' Was her last thought In the waking world before the darkness known as exhaustion and tiredness engulfed her,
Watching her fall asleep In his arms, Y/N smiled, a smile that could stop the very world In Its rotation," Don't worry Master. Nothing will harm you as long as I'm here."
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[ ForgottenFateGod: And that's the second chapter! I hoped you enjoyed It ~! ]
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