A/N Welcome to a series that had been on the shelf for so long that I just about gave up hope for it. Thanks Spyder256 for inspiring me to write this story again. I hope you all enjoy.
POV:Narration-10 years prior to the start of the 8th Grail War
A dreary dark winter night of white sheets of snow greeted Y/N Songbird streaking her blonde hair with soft white as she left her work. A large purple jacket that made the blonde look like she was a few pounds heavier than what she was.
Y/N since after puberty has been around 150 pounds most of the muscle within her porcelain colored legs. A pair of silverish black winter pants joined them that she had to get specially made for her.
A standard office job that often left her bored throughout the day as the smell of office supplies made her not want to work around paper anymore.
The office building if one could call it that as it was maybe a little under 900 square feet with only 4 employees underneath Y/N's boss who for some reason dislikes her. The only one asked to stay late when a deadline is due within a week. The office building situated within a terrible neighborhood, Y/N has started carrying a small 4.75" switchblade only 1.75 of it within the blade. A terrible weapon but it was the only weapon she owned.
Y/N Songbird begins like her daily ritual from her work the 1 mile walk to her home. Usually no one gives her trouble as she is normally gone before the crazies get out into the neighborhood at this hour. A heated case of the metallic clock nearby read 11:00 pm the latest she has ever left work but this deadline would make or break the boss's business and he promised her a management job if it succeeded.
Y/N wanted that promotion to eventually be able to leave Detroit with the money she made or at least move out of the bad neighborhood.
By time she had gotten about three fourths through the mile to her home it was a downpour of snow. Despite her attire the cold Detroit snow seemed like it would overwhelm her. Her hair now deep white from the snow flurries that feel from the sky like a never ending sea of white.
She wanted to get home as soon as possible before the storm caused more trouble for her than just the cold. Upon arriving nearby her home which was a apartment building that she lived up on the top floor of with a small tubby maine coon named Alice by you but the neighbors call her Arturia as she lounges around like royalty.
Y/N opens the locked door of apartment building with a key given to her by the apartment owner as she tends to work later as a way to allow the residents in while keeping the local drug addicts out.
Before she can open the door a sound catches her attention, a whimper on the wind that was quickly choked out from a nearby alley. Y/N felt within the pocket of her winter jeans for the comforting touch of the knife. Slowly, reaching into herself for the courage to go down the alley to make sure someone was ok. Y/N slowly made her way down steeling herself against the stench of dumpsters the are overflowing. Shoes crunching slowly on the freshly fallen snow you glance around the worn brick wall were a group of males were in a small semicircle around something, no someone. A young brunette girl held tears in her eyes as she looked like skin and bones a victim of the drugs that had so obviously ravaged her system.
A male by the looks of it in his late forties was obviously the ringleader. Pieces of the conversation reached your ears. money......owed.......take.... you.... Those were the only words that reached you as the male reached toward the girl's breast with a speed of a snake. She moaned before pushing him away from her. Y/N began to walk backward to go to her home to call the cops before he struck her across the face.
That one act sent your mind into a frenzy flipping a switch that you never know existed softly running toward the male you put the cold steel of the switchblade to his neck. The male only chuckled slightly.
"Little girl I know you don't have the guts to slit my throat. So put the knif..." His words were left unfinished as he grabbed the knife from the grip tossing it to the side of alley before a fist connected with my face.
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POV:Y/N- 10 years later in Detroit after training in London.
It all started with a punch and that girl. A dormant switch of the magic circuits that awaited their spark to awake. Earth magic and tracing to make weapons. To change this world and make it better. I have to become someone that can change the flow of time. A Goddess in other words.
In order to do that I must enter the 8th Grail War.
The incantation that would summon my servant was to be my own.
Through the despair the world has wrought
I summon thee through the grail with whom madness has wrought
The chains of the earth are mine to command
As I pull you through the summoned circle
Remember that which you are brought
By madness of the world and through my blood I call thee
If you heed my call cast aside the chains of the grail
Become a hero in more than name
As you help me ascend
One bound by madness accept my call.
Crack!
The small room that help my magic supplies held a man in a dark ebony armour with silver hair showing his back to me. A pair of swords in his hands appearing to represent the Yin and Yang.
What were once vials of earth specimens to use in my magic was caked on my walls.
A cruel edge was held in the words that this servant used.
"Are you my Master?"
The soft crimson glow of a command seals settled on my skin with a burning sensation. The shape of curling lines into a spiral similar to that of a optical illusion graced my hand.
"Yes I am."
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Fate/Ascension-RWBY/Fate crossover (MS)
FanfictionThe 8th holy grail war is about to begin as the magi summon their servants. Y/N Songbird a 21 year old blonde female whose long hair goes to her shoulders in a ponytail. When she was younger she walked upon a group of males harassing a female who w...
