Fate: Wayward Faery

Chapter 1: Meeting the Lost One

AN: I'll be changing certain dates and probably ages for certain events and characters of this fic. This is so I can fit in certain plots and characters that will interact with the main cast. If it isn't obvious this is an AU fic, but the question is how AU is this?

Fate/Avalon le Fae Series

Story 1: Fate/Wayward Faery

Chapter 1: Meeting the Lost One

1996, Friday Afternoon, Central Shinto District, Fuyuki City

Shirou woke up to the sound of construction noises. Well, he's been waking up and sleeping for the past few hours as he and his father were training in the forge until midnight last night. Normally, this noise wouldn't bother him as construction mainly happens during work hours on weekdays and he would normally be at school during these hours.

'Father did explain that they're moving an important building nearby, I did wonder how they were able to move something that large and why.' Shirou did ask his dad about the last part of what he was currently pondering, not understanding the fact that they were just making a new civic center in a new location, but during that time dad was again in his forge hammering away, making non-committal grunts in response to questions asked while he concentrated on his work. At least today will be the last day of that bothersome noise for a while as according to mum they were going to be finished with all the major parts of construction today and will continue with the interior in a few weeks later. Hopefully, school would have started by then and I would never again be disturbed by these troublesome noises.

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Ever since they cancelled school, for reasons my parents don't want to talk about when I'm around, my father and mother have been training me non-stop and it has been driving me mad. Shirou is no stranger to hard and gruelling tasks as he does this non-stop during vacation and on the weekends, but he does have to prepare for this mentally and psych himself up. This certain batch of training exercises was just foisted up to me from left field when I woke up a few days ago, my father and mother were just hovering over my bed. Father was sporting a stoic expression while my mother was sporting a smile that sent shivers down my spine. The moment my eyes opened. "Son, classes are cancelled for the next few days have a quick breakfast and meet me at the forge." His father announced, his formerly stoic expression now morphed into a very large grin. And with that, both his parents left his groggy and bewildered child, mind still not computing the sudden change of today's expectations.

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With another stretch and a yawn, Shirou turned to face the ceiling. Looking back he did start his 'thauma.. thurma..? well magical', can't really properly pronounce that particular word correctly and my parents lightly scold me whenever I call it magic, 'well it's not my fault they used that word as the name'.

I always wondered and complained 'Why use that word when we call ourselves magi!' 'We never call ourselves thurmatographers or whatever the first part of that word is pronounced' he ranted in his head with a frown. He also wondered why use that particularly bothersome and hard-to-pronounce word for the everyday mysteries and not for the five great mysteries where only two currently have access to one each of them. With another sigh 'I got distracted again' forgetting his original line of thought. Shirou's stomach then audibly growled. "I should probably get up," he told himself.

After doing his morning ritual, Shirou walked down the stairs towards the dining area shouting "Ji-ji!.. Ji-... ouch" he groaned as he stubbed his toe on one of the chairs that wasn't properly pushed in. "They always tell me off whenever I don't put things back properly, they should practice what they preach." He complained loudly but then he thought about the fact that he is the one who always sits on this side of the dining table. 'The chair was probably because of me from last night.' He thought to himself.