Short Stories?

Sneak Peaks

This is for Fate/Wattpad.

Prologue
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The man grunted and took the papers, looking at the each of the candidates with a frown.

"None of these seem to be Mages except a few."

"All around the world..." she muttered.

"All around the world" he echoed, "Japan, Italy, even England..."

"Well at least there's some natives" she pointed out"

"At least" he muttered and sighed, "look at this kid"

"Oh him? He's from Japan right?"

"Right. He's been in an orphanage his entire life. How are we going to convince the director to let him go to Australia?"

The woman smiled, "don't worry your little head Dominic" she grinned, "I got it in the bag. Do you recognize any of the mages?"

"Of course" he told her, "Gurhnam, Celestialis,
Artemis, Mrtyu."

"I'm pretty sure you butchered their last names."

"Shut up Ritu" he grumbled...

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Episode One
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It was an Email, from someone named Ritu Kornmehl. He frowned but the title had caught his eye, and he read the email:

'Greetings [Rouge is an idiot who forgets to coverup spoilers],

I am here to inform you that you've been chosen to go to Deakin University. At 3:00 PM JST, you must be at the airport to go to Sydney, Australia. When you arrive, there will be someone waiting for you.

Do not worry about tuition fees and other costs, we have paid them for you.

Ritu Kornmehl'

It was short, but it didn't seem like a scam or a advertisement.

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Episode Two
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"Has the Grail War started yet Father William?" A graying, dark haired man with tan skin and liquid gold eyes asked a darker skinned man with blond hair.

"It has Brother [Spoiler]," the younge man turned to him, looking at him with his blue eyes, "does he know yet?"

Brother [Spoiler]'s face contorted in pain and sorrow, "No..." his voice was soft, "but he's suspicious."

"Of course," he sighed, "after all he is the vessel of the Grail."
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Still Episode Two (reached the 3000 word count)
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A book from a classic series, a pendent passed down from generation to generation, a flag found from an LGBT pride parade, a stick too smooth found in French dirt, a dusty crown near a river from Asia, and a mother's gift. All were used as catalyst. But one did not use anything to summon their servant, so instead, it chose one for them.

Set in the middle of the circle, all seven voices chanted into the night. Their voices mingling and intertwining as one.

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EXTRA EPISODE (too many spoilers for Episode 3/nothing interesting)
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"Master," [Spoiler] walked up to [Spoiler], who was sitting on the bed, "I would like to cook."

"That's a weird request," [Spoiler] muttered in response.

"I guess?" [Spoiler] raised an eyebrow.

"We can go to a market and buy some ingredients," [Spoiler] replied, "I've got cash. The problem is [Spoiler]. Them/Her/Him walking around will cause suspicion."

"I write. You go get." [Spoiler] replied, walking to grab the hotel's pen and pad.

"Can we/I even trust you to not burn the place down?" [Spoiler] frowned.

She/He was still new to all this and well... he/she didn't real trust the [Spoiler], especially with the whole [Spoiler] thing.

"...we shall see."

"That's very assuring." Very sarcastic.

The servant huffed and scribbled down the ingredients.

"[Spoiler]"

"Why?" The [Spoiler] male/female asked with a frown.

"Well if she/he sees [Spoiler], then she'll/he'll have to die."

"Oh."