Fate/Unknown

The False Holy Grail War

1 month before December

A mature tall woman with red eyes and golden yellow hair stood before a crimson red magic circle; made from special chalk decorated and drawn upon with numerous symbols and designs. Calmly, the woman walked towards an altar that stood in front of her and taking the object that she held in her hand, she placed the object down on top of the altar.

She had been waiting for this moment, ever since her death and her reincarnation into this body, that she now inhabits; the body of a doll; crafted skillfully and elegantly by the hands of the Ainsworth Family, although still inferior in terms of looks and designs to the Einzberns. She had waited for this chance, a chance to partake in this Holy Grail War, as a normal human being, but that chance was robbed from her when she died, and with her death, she was placed into the body of a doll, so that she would live.

With her status as a Doll, she is made to serve as a maid for her brother; Julian Ainsworth, a mad-man, as she would describe him, who claims that he is Darius Ainsworth; their ancestor, which would seem impossible unless he had used some form of magic to keep himself alive after all this time. With her status, she no longer had a chance to fulfill her own wishes, her ambitions left to rot away

But now, she has a chance, since the grail had chosen her of all people, which is a blessing to her, and a curse by her own brother, but no doubt showed it in front of her to participate as one of 7 masters, she would no doubt use this chance to fulfill her wishes, that were denied to her when she died.

A faint smile on her face, she began to recite the Incantation

"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.

In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

Yet, thou serves with thine eyes clouded in chaos.

Thou, bound in the cage of madness. I am he who command those chains.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!"

The circle exploded into a cloud of smoke, energy and light crackling around her. She stood still waiting for her Servant to appear from within.

The cloud of smoke diminished, and her servant was revealed to her, and to say that she was a bit shock at his appearance. He was a child, a small child, standing at a height of 4'7, with untamed dark brown hair and hazel eyes that showed a softness to them. The only clothing that he wore was a tattered cloak, which hid his tunic with the ends being ripped, and in his hands he held a shepherd's staff, one that seem to be a little too large for his small size.

"Greetings Follower of the Lord" he began "I am your servant, Caster, are thou my master?" Caster raised an eyebrow. The woman broke from her shock state and nodded, raising her hand up, showing Caster the command seals