The Holy Grail War.

It was the ultimate battle between mages. Traditionally it was fought with seven servants, all selected from legendary and/or historical persons throughout history. The traditional format of seven consisted of: Berserker, Saber, Caster, Archer, Lancer, Rider, and Assassin. Each had varying levels of strength and powers. Powers and abilities that could crush armies if they so wished. Every sixty years these servants would do battle, leaving death and destruction in their wake.

What was the goal of all of this? The Holy Grail. Not the actual grail. No, this was a construct. A construct designed for one single purpose: to grant the summoner and servant a single wish each. Of course, that may or may not have been the actual purpose that the original families designed it for. Still, many wished to obtain the grail and many would perish in the pursuit of it and would do anything for it. The mages all over the world tuned in to the results.

It was not just the mages that watched on eagerly. Although the age of the gods had long since passed, many gods still liked to peek from other worlds. They would take bets, push for their own people to win or summon one of their heroes. The grail of course was not much of a concern for them, especially since it was tainted in the third war. That was not surprising to many gods. Human mortals tended to break their own devices often. Still, they still eagerly awaited the fourth war and what it would bring.

Yet one god found it rather boring. This was none other than Eris, the beautiful goddess of Discord and mayhem. She sighed and tapped the crystal ball she was going to use to watch the Holy Grail War, "You know, as much fun as it is, it just has the same beats. These humans have many heroes but they just do not have that special flare anymore. Maybe if there was something to shake it up…" She could not help but feel like a light bulb popped into her head.

The goddess of mischief giggled evilly and played her fingers against each other, "Yes, yes something to spice up the events." She tapped the crystal ball and suddenly there were dozens of them spinning around her. "Not just from one world, but many. A never ending supply of unlimited choices." She cackled and then pouted, "Now if only the grail would listen… Maybe I can tweak it. The others might get angry with me…" She chuckled, "Since when have I cared what they thought?" She knew they would get irritated. Them and any other universal travelers and organizations. It was not her place to mess with it, but it was not her place to try to kill her fellow gods either. She did it anyway.

She could work around this Angra Mainyu. It was just an evil spirit after all. So focused yet not up to her level. This would not be much of a problem for a trickster like her.

Therefore, the fourth Holy Grail war and wars of other realities and grails on other worlds, was forever changed.

Kirei Kotomine had been steeled himself for this war. He knew it would be like nothing else he had ever experienced. He would see and hear things that no human had ever heard in centuries if ever all within a short amount of time. He had been chosen by a Holy Grail construct to fight and kill other famous heroes of history. All to help Tokiomi Tohsaka reach the Root. It was something he found to be trivial, as he had no such wish, or rather, any wish at all. So he was content with simply participating and perhaps, just perhaps, meeting with the man Emiya Kotomine just once in the war to know more about him.

Yet with all that in mind, he had no words. He had just finished the summoning process, something that honestly rankled him slightly due to his upbringing. What he had summoned was not what he had hoped. This was clearly not the Assassin Hassan-i-Sabbah. No, it was something else. Something… clearly not human.

Before him stood what could only be described as a bipedal fox like creature. It had grayish fur over most of its body, except for the darker and fluffier fur over its chest. It had red markings over its face with one at the corner of each side of the mouth, making it appear to be always smiling. Long red claws jutted out of its paws. It lastly had a long billowing mostly red with black tips along the mane, which was tied up with a single large teal bangle.

For a moment, Kirei prepared himself for an attack. He may have accidentally summoned some sort of demon or other such monster from the nether realm. He knew they had many tricks and could take down most humans, but he was not prepared to go down without a fight.

That's when the creature bowed its head, "Are you my Master?" It spoke through his mind. Kirei noted it was decidedly female.

Kirei blinked in confusion. It could speak? Clearly not through tongue but through his mind? "Are you my Assassin?"

The creature nodded, "Yes, I am of the Assassin class."

"Then I am your Master," Kirei frowned. This would be troublesome to explain to the others. He quietly pondered if this strange Assassin could actually be of aid to them. It looked fearsome enough, though he pondered how it could earn the title of an Assassin class.

Deep within the confines of Moscow, another individual was attempting her own summoning. The area was basically deserted save a few individuals inside a decrepit building. One of the older individuals looked down at the summoning circle with piercing purple eyes. She was still beautiful even if she had some wrinkles underneath her eyes, denoting her age starting to get to her. Her hair was still glossy block and flowed down to her neck. She could not help but smirk as she viewed the magic take effect as it started to work.

The people all around her, herself included, were wearing traditional Soviet soldier garments. While the Soviet Union had collapsed, they would not. Not ever and with this servant, they would bring Russia back to its former glory and then some. Irina Spalko was brimming with anticipation. She had wanted this so badly she could almost taste it.

A select few Russians back had known the Holy Grail War when they still followed the church. Once they rid themselves of their shackles, the Soviets had created their own mage division and planned to one day enter one of these wars to gain the grail's power. That dream had never happened, as they did not have any mages selected during the last Holy Grail war. This time however, they did. Irina's grin grew as she looked at the red markings on her right hand. This was her ticket to restoring her nation's pride and power. She was truly honored to be a part of this.

Finally, it was done. Before her stood what she thought was a man. He wore a fancy purple suit that had golden linings along the ends of it and diamond shapes along the legs. His long black cape was also golden lined. His mask, which sat over a white scarf over his neck, was black and jagged at the top with a purple mask over the front.

"I have been summoned in the Avenger class," the servant spoke, confirming that he was indeed a man albeit a young one. "Are you to be my master?"

Irina nodded, "I am." She held up her hand with the command seals.

"Good," with that said, the servant moved one hand up to its mask and took it off. The young man was rather handsome, with his black hair and purple eyes. Yet it was his devious smirk that made her wary. "I look forward to fighting with you in this war."

Joseph Field was a simple man. He wasn't special in the looks department. Just under six feet tall with scraggly brown hair framing his green eyes. His Caucasian skin was slightly tanned due to working outside with his parents farm, noting some of his muscular form. He was a plain baker who lived a simple life in the USA. There was not much special to him and that is why he wanted to join this war. His mage craft had helped him start his business as it did the rest of his family. Yet he wanted more. He wanted excitement and thrill and after learning of the Holy Grail War, he could not be happier to join. This was especially so once he found the red markings on his hand.

Before him was the summoning circle. He had already finished chanting and just waited for something to appear. Thankfully, he did not have long to wait.

Before him, after a brief flash, was a beautiful young woman. She wore a pinkish shirt that had a red bandana around her midriff. Her black pants fit her shapely legs quite well. Her red eyes spoke of mischief. However, what really got him gaping was her wolf ears and fluffy wolf tail. He could also make out pointed canines in her smirking mouth.

"Are you the master of this wise wolf?" She asked.

Joseph gulped and nodded, "Y-Yes, I am. I am your master."

The wolf woman grinned, "Then I am glad. You look of healthy stock for a human." She bowed her head, "I am of the Beast class." Looking back up into his eyes, "I hope you are pleased to see me."

Joseph blushed slightly and scratched the back of his head, "Well… yeah. Yeah I am since I wanted to get into this war after all."

"We shall discuss your war plans a bit later," the wolf girl rubbed her stomach. "Now however, I think something to eat would be nice. You don't have any apples by the way, do you?"

"I have plenty of apples," Joseph Field said. "In fact, I've got a couple of apple trees that are ripe for the plucking."

Holo's smile grew bright, "I am so lucky to have you as a master."

Hello everyone, Evo here. Well if you're wondering, I got this idea from a few other Fate fics with this premise. I thought it would be a fun exercise and something to get my creative juices flowing. I had fun writing this and I can't wait to write more for this story. I hope you all enjoyed it and please leave a comment. They are very much appreciated.

Now I have summoned Assassin, Avenger, and Beast. Hopefully I did their descriptions well enough for you to guess who or what they are. For now, I thought I would add a few other servants. The rest, including Ruler, are to appear next chapter so it should come up to. about ten, or more specifically nine since Ruler's tend to try and mediate conflict and have no desire for the grail. Mostly.

Still, hope you enjoyed this and see you next time. Have a great day.