Heir of Treachery

A Night to Remember

Sorry for the wait, I had some things come up. Another sorry for making this short, it's really just filler.
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Throne of Heroes

A small, warm breeze went through the air as a lone blonde male sat in a desolate field. A ruined wall laid behind him as he stared out at the sea. Multiple blades laid about around him, each one having a unique presence to it, a lone spear was embedded into the wall, giving off an aura of chaos, and a single bow leaned on his legs as he sat there, in a lotus position. Armor laid on his legs and forearms, fur of a snow leopard wrapped around his waist, as he sat shirtless in the field. His wheat blonde hair faintly moved in the breeze, almost unaffected by the wind.

The world around him was pleasant, but dead. Only he laid in this field, not even a sound from an animal made it to his ears. It unnerved him. He was a hunter and was used to the sounds of nature around him, so not hearing any was still strange to him, despite being here for so long. He was tempted to scream out for someone to get him out of here, even if it goes unheard. He never knew if he was going to be summoned, despite making sure he was worth remembering, but he waited anyways. It didn't matter if they were weak, a coward, or even a outcast because that can be fixed with work. All he needed was time.

He let out a sigh as he felt a strange feeling on his body. It was like being pulled with a rope through water. He let himself get pulled as his senses dulled and his vision darkened before he was met with a strange sight.

15 minutes earlier

Two people, both male and female, stood in the large basement of of their house as they chanted. A lone summoning circle laid in front of them, glowing a bright red before one of them died out and bathed the room in crimson sparks and a warm gold light. When they opened their eyes they were shocked by what stood before them.

A man, easily in his twenties, stood shirtless in front of them, his only clothing being armor on his legs and arms and fur of an animal wrapped around his waist. He smirked before speaking, "Servant Saber. I want to know.." he looked up at them, his eyes gaining a look of shock before being replaced with confidence, "Are you my master?"

Both were too stunned to say anything before one of them, the man, walked forward, "Yes, I am your master."

"Then the contract is sealed," the blonde confirmed, "So, what's the name of my master? Or is it masters?"

"My name is Kiritsugu, Emiya Kiritsugu," said the man before he pointed at the white haired woman next to him, "And this is Irisviel von Einzbern."

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance then," the blonde said as he did a little bow, "Just a quick question before we go into this war."

"Go ahead Saber."

"Who were you trying to summon? I have the feeling it was a different Saber than me."

Kiritsugu nodded his head as he explained, "We were trying to summon King Arthur through his sheath, Avalon. What we didn't account for were the other connections the sheath had, hence why you were summoned. I can tell that you're no Arthur Pendragon, so who are you really?"

Saber gave a small frown at the thought of his name, "My name? Well I won't give it, mainly because I don't know if you'll squeak or not. But what I can tell you is that I do have a connection to Arthur, a very close one in fact. You're just gonna have to guess how close," Saber gained a smirk as he thought out his next words, "But even if I give you my name, I doubt you know my legend unlike the other heroic spirits."

"Try me," was all Kiritsugu said as Irisviel watched with some worry in her eyes.

"Does the name Idris ring any bells?" Asked Saber as a ghostly figure stood next to him. It was almost an exact replica if not for the red splotches in his hair.