/Hey guys, so this is my second crossover ever! Anyways, I'll quote the lyrics of the song Catch Fire by Jenix when the story is in between arcs or focuses more on events surrounding Archer and Lancer while for Fairy Tail Arcs, I'll quote the lyrics of opening songs of that arc from the anime. I still don't own Fate/Stay Night nor Fairy Tail. Will Hiro Mashima and Type-Moon give me a discount…? I hope you enjoy, and if you have any feedback just comment!

"Born in captivity, time's your worst enemy; your face is getting older. You try to keep your age inside this golden cage; your heart is getting colder." ~Catch Fire by Jenix

He is the Wrought-Iron Hero.

I am the Bone of my Sword.

A wish, a viable dream just like any other, birthed a Hero, who promised to save the lives of others no matter the cost.

Steel is my Body, and Fire is my Blood.

He honed his skills to become the perfect candidate to defend the Earth, to defend humanity from any and all threats. His dream of becoming a Hero of Justice became a reality, carrying on Kiritsugu's dream in his place.

I have created over a Thousand Blades.

Reinforcement, Projection-his internal armory came to life with the mana coursing through his magic circuits, allowing him to analyze the structural integrity of any blade his eyes laid upon. As his armory grew, so too did his power in his Reality Marble. The blue skies and the lush, green grass were something to be admired, the swords serving as landmarks and stepping stones for his progress.

Unknown to Death, nor Known to Life.

Alaya took him in when he reached his limit, when he had saved those he could in his short time as a human. As a result, he was pulled out of Time's everlasting grip on his soul, his body as he was provided a new one to continue his work in.

He became Emiya Shirou reborn.

Have withstood Pain to create many Weapons.

Alaya made becoming a Counter Guardian sound better than it actually was; he was forced to kill the few to save the many, left wondering if this is how his foster father felt after a while considering his line of work. No matter; he had to focus on the good that came out of dispelling a few, for all of humanity's sake. As a bonus, new collections were added to his Reality Marble, one of which being Caladbolg and another called Hrunting. Yet, as he killed and killed and killed, a little part of his soul died as he soon came to realize that he was tricked; his ideals had become twisted.

Yet, Those Hands will Never Hold Anything.

His Reality Marble full of life fell to ruin, expression becoming grim with each new accomplished murder. His hope turned into dying embers, continuing to be crushed as he lost everything he had ever known.

He had sacrificed his normal life for the sake of humanity, his own body for the sake of another that was more well-equipped for his line of work, and his faith as he trusted that his goals were in tandem with Alaya's. All he had were his infinite number of swords and a broken, empty shell of a man that was once known as Emiya Shirou.

The Reality Marble turned into a desolate wasteland once he was captured, gears turning in the sky endlessly as he became no more than a tool, a machine for the sake of the people.

Oddly enough, the very same people who sent him to the gallows even if he reincarnated as a Counter Guardian in some other point in time.

So, as I Pray…

Swords sunk into his defeated form as he knelt on top of a barren hill of that damnable wasteland, a cynical smirk on his lips as he turned his head to look at the sky.

...Unlimited Blade Works.

Emiya Shirou disappeared into the Throne of Heroes, never to be remembered for his deeds.

He is the Child of Light.

I am the Sword of Ulster.

A child with a mythical being for a father and a loving human mother made for an interesting child indeed, growing up to train in order to defend his homeland.

Hope is my Body, and Violence is my Blood.

Everytime he went into battle, he fought not only for his friends and family but also because he enjoyed the prospect of a fight-a challenge-while saving Ulster from falling under siege countless times in his lifetime. Even though he had trained with countless weapons, he chose a particular red spear because of the devastating effect it had on his enemies. So, as long as he helped his country while getting in a good fight or two, he was content.

I have trained with over a Thousand Blades.

Axes, bludgeons, broadswords, daggers-Scathach was not lenient on having her protege fight with only mastering one weapon. In a real battle, if I had trained you with just that spear and you lost it you would be dead in an instant. That's who our enemies are.

Unknown to Death, nor Known to Man.

Several opponents would gawk at how he continued the fight with practically a chunk missing out of his midsection, a feral grin on his lips as he continued their sudden death match. In the end, he would come out victorious, his people cheering him on as he whipped the red fluid from his beloved spear. However, he soon noticed how his tale had spread across Europe. Causing on more than one occasion a few to run away as soon as he was in their line of sight.

He wasn't that scary, really; all he did was fight for his people and come out victorious. So, why did they treat him like a monster, a...dog on a loose leash?

Have withstood Fate to annihilate many Combatants.

Medb sending an army at one point was intriguing, to say the least. He had fun with unleashing the power of his spear, reversing a simple yet complex concept to ensnare them along with their destinies. He pushed those poor souls into the hands of Death, who whispered sweet promises as she led them into an internal nothingness. He didn't regret a single one of his battles, giving him the experience he needed to face more daunting obstacles in his life. On more than one account, he should have died; however, he always managed to pull his broken body back home to be repaired, even being reprimanded for not thinking of his own safety.

It felt nice to help others at his expense, especially his own people.

Yet, those Hands will Never Feel Anything.

When he killed his son, even if he didn't know, he became heartbroken; he lost his will to fight overtime, marking his gradual downfall as Ulster's most fiercest protector. Promises which gave him power were broken, and in the end his own weapon turned against him.

So, as I Pray…

Strapping himself to a rock to keep him upright, he waved his spear at any who dared to draw near to his position. Once they had been warded off, he looked up to the horizon to see the sun rising, blood trickling from his mouth as his life slowly expired. A grin played upon his lips as he chuckled one last time.

...Unlimited Bloodshed.

Cu Chulainn disappeared into the Throne of Heroes with no regrets, always to be remembered for his deeds.

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Oh!

Why, you've made it this far in? Congratulations! Oh, but you two still have wishes that can be achieved by the Holy Grail. Hmm, I think an exception can be made here...After all, there is a world that will need your powers soon.

...What's that? Oh, why of course you'll be given your vessels to fight in. This world is teeming with magical energy so you don't even have to make a contract! But, I advise that you both do for the sake of the world. Also, your vessels are...unique, in a sense. I modified them for this purpose, but don't let this new power consume you whole. Ah, you'll find that out eventually. Alright, no more questions! Off you go now!

This world needs heroes. Please...save it.

Counter Guardian Emiya Shirou came to with a groan, the telltale signs of a headache forming as the sun pierced his eyelids. Sitting up he realized that he was in a forest, the chirrup of birds and the grass swaying in the breeze calming his nerves by a fraction. He immediately checked for his Class and found that he was, once again, an Archer.

Is Alaya playing a trick on me? Oh, he still remembered that dreadful Carnival Phantasm, the memory of Berserker defeating him for batteries of all things fresh in his mind. He got to his feet, finding that his attire was the same one as when he was summoned as Rin's Servant in the Fifth Holy Grail War. Another thought breached his mind and he extended his hands, projecting Kanshou and Byakuya. The married blades sat heavy in his hands, which concerned him as he analyzed the weapons. They were too real, as if Alaya's interference was almost nonexistent. He let the blades disappear into blue wisps, orbs the color of steel scrutinizing the peaceful scenery.

"Oh…" A groan from his right made the Counter Guardian whirl on the intruder, projected weapons of choice back in his hands as he searched for the source of disturbance. To his amusement, he found another Heroic Spirit lying on the ground looking hungover and ready to vomit. "What the hell did I drink last night…?"

"Lancer." Emiya said as he knelt next to him, seeing that he was fine. He let the married blades disappear as he deemed the Heroic Spirit to be rendered harmless at the moment. The spearman seemed to wince in acknowledgement, a crimson orb staring at the Counter Guardian as recognition slowly reached his features.

"Bowman…" Lancer sat up with some difficulty, squinting his eyes as they adjusted to the light of the sun. He rubbed his head as he scanned his surroundings in confusion. "...where are we?"

"I was hoping to ask you the same thing, Man of the Spear." Lancer grumbled in response but stood up, a small noise indicating that it was not best to do so as he headed to the bushes to upheave the near empty contents of his stomach. Emiya waited until he was finished to explain what he had discovered.

"The Grail hasn't given us any specific instructions, and we don't need to go into Astral Form because this world is teeming with mana. We'll be able to sustain ourselves without a Master for the maximum of three weeks." Lancer wiped his mouth, face pale but filled with acknowledgement.

"Got it. So...let's find a town or something for info. Come on, Bowman." Emiya paused, causing Lancer to face him. "Archer?"

"The Grail said nothing about the War, and we land here in an unknown world…" An unreadable expression crossed his face as he folded his arms across his chest. "It troubles me, Lancer. That being said, I am uncertain if we should stay together rather than split up to cover more ground while searching for information due to the unnatural summoning."

"We're both lost, with no idea on where the hell we are. Allying with each other is our best shot at figuring this stuff out," Lancer pointed out, making Archer reconsider. "Even if this does turn out to be the same old Grail War, then we'll be enemies. You still owe me a rematch, anyways. Besides, two heads are better than one."

Emiya shook his head in exasperation, walking to catch up with his unlikely companion. "Though I am hesitant to admit it, you make a compelling argument." Lancer protested at the implication, throwing him a halfhearted glare as they traversed.

"You should never doubt an Irishman's instincts, Bowman!"

Magnolia was an...interesting place, so to speak.

Lancer couldn't believe his eyes as people walked to and fro, the uncanny duo only receiving a few stares of astonishment at their attire before moving on with their lives. It was...quiet, peaceful, and for a Heroic Spirit of his and Archer's caliber it was slightly disconcerting.

"I am looking for the nearest library." Well, Archer wasted no time in inquiring civilians on where to obtain some information. "Can you point us in the right direction?"

"Library? Oh, we don't have anything like that. You're better off travelling to Crocus, which is about two hundred miles away." The man paused before giving out a suggestion. "You could always ask Fairy Tail; they have plenty of books in their guild about history."

"Where is this Fairy Tale?" Lancer butted into the conversation, resulting in Archer scowling at the Heroic Spirit.

"Just keep going down this street and take a left. You'd have to be blind to miss it." The man chuckled before waving them off. "Welcome to Magnolia, by the way, since I haven't seen the two of you around."

"Thank you, and thank you again for the directions!" Lancer dragged Archer towards the guild, the bowman having no choice but to comply.

"Are you seriously considering we ask a guild called Fairy Tale for information? I would rather we travel to Crocus." Lancer shot him a look, a teasing grin on his face.

"I mean, I know how antisocial you can be, but I would rather get the information here than waste mana travelling two hundred miles to a place that has a library. We would disappear before we could even make it halfway, and that's with us spending up almost all of our mana." The Irishman then paused, letting go of Archer to stare at the building before them. "This…"

"Ah, my apologies; it is called Fairy Tail, not Fairy Tale." Archer stated wryly, steel orbs examining the structure. "Since this was your idea, Man of the Spear, open the door."

"You don't need to tell me twice." The spearman pushed the doors open, the two Heroic Spirits pausing at the scene before them. A brawl was officially underway in the establishment, magic being tossed about as furniture was in the process of being destroyed. The duo blinked in astonishment, wondering if it was an actual fight underway when a white-haired barmaid approached them.

"Hi, welcome to Fairy Tail! My name is Mirajane, or Mira for short. How may I help you?" Archer, being the more composed of the two, ripped his gaze away from the bizarre scene in front of him and onto Mira.

"Who is in charge of this guild? We would like to speak to them." His curt voice cut through the violence around them, loud and sharp enough for Mira to hear.

"Oh, you mean Master Makarov! I'll send you up right away." She went upstairs for a couple of minutes before coming back down with a smile. "The Master will see you now." The Heroic Spirits gave each other a glance, crimson orbs shining with amusement while steel orbs flashed with caution. Without another word, they scaled the steps and turned right after Mira's instructions on where to go. Archer grasped the door handle and twisted it, entering the room with Lancer close behind. The office was...quaint, feeling more to be a place to relax rather than work.

"Ah, you must be the two Mira sent up. How may I help you? Do you have a mission request?" In a chair nearly three sizes too big for the male sat a short old man, a orange and blue hat reminiscent to a joker's yet without the bells on the end on top of his head. He gave them a smile, which was meant for them to relax but served to put Archer on edge.

"Actually, we have a couple of questions for you." Lancer started off the conversation once he saw that the white-haired Heroic Spirit was still analyzing the old man in front of them.

"Ah, I will gladly answer any and all questions you have to the best of my abilities. My name is Makarov, if Mirajane hasn't told you that already." The short man said in a formal tone, putting both of his arms on the desk.

"Archer." Archer finally spoke up before tilting his head in his unlikely comrade's direction. "Lancer."

"Such strange names. Nevermind that." Makarov knew that those weren't their real names and gained points in Archer's book for it. He knew Lancer was also assessing him, even if it didn't seem like it; the Irishman was smarter than he looked. "What sort of questions do you have?"

"Is there a map in here?" Archer inquired, watching as Makarov pulled one out of a drawer. He laid it out on top of the desk and leaned back in his chair, watching as the two men analyzed it.

"I don't recognize any of these places." Lancer murmured low enough for Makarov to miss, but for Archer to hear. All he got was a grunt of agreement, the owner's steel orbs narrowing as he memorized the map.

"Indeed. Whether or not we should tell of our predicament is to be determined." Archer also murmured his opinion in the same tone of voice Lancer used before lifting his gaze up to make eye contact with Makarov.

"My thanks go to you. We are done using it." Makarov rolled up the map and put it away before sitting back down again.

"I know you two have more questions than that. Judging by your body language, they must be rather important. So, for both of our times' sake let's cut to the chase."

"Gah, he's like a detective!" Where Lancer learned what that was, Archer had no clue. Probably during Carnival Phantasm, at best. "He sees right through us Bowman. I think he's trustworthy enough for this information."

"Indeed." When Makarov had finished speaking, Archer had already made up his mind. "Very well then, Makarov. I inquired for the map because we do not recognize the names of any cities nor continents, and we have been all over the world so to speak. We have deduced that we aren't in normal territory anymore."

"Travellers from another universe?" Lancer and Archer nodded, sensing that he had a question for them. "Where do you come from, then?"

"A planet called Earth. It's quite similar to your Earthland, actually." Lancer piped up, the tension leaving his shoulders as he talked about his universe. "Where we are, this looks like Europe. Ah, I can see some of Ulster here."

"By Ulster, he means modern day Ireland in our universe. It seems to be a part of Caelum here." Makarov nodded in comprehension, letting Lancer go on.

"When Bowman said that we have been all over the world-our world-he means it. This is because we're Heroic Spirits."

"Heroic Spirits are legendary heroes of old, who have done many great deeds to earn them a position in the Throne of Heroes after death." Archer crossed his arms and closed his eyes, leaning back in his seat as he remembered first entering the Throne of Heroes. "Seven of them are given vessels, designed for a certain Class in mind, and given a human Master to participate in a bloodbath known as a Holy Grail War."

"Hence the names Archer and Lancer." Makarov mused, seeming to ponder something before nodding to show that he had ingested their information. "Go on."

"When we came to this world, we were given no Master." Lancer's eyes shone with worry at his own words before he continued. "However, with this much mana here we can keep on going without a Master for another three weeks, tops."

"I haven't heard anyone say mana for a long time. We just call it magical energy here, or magic. Speaking of, do you two use any magic?"

"If you are asking that we are Magic Users, then I suppose I am one." Archer smiled wryly at a memory from his past life. "However, I cannot say if the Man of the Spear next to me is. All I have seen him do is swing around a spear as if he was an infant taking his first steps."

"Lay off, Bowman!" Lancer said in exasperation before nodding. "Yes, I do use magic. I used it to save the Lass from my Master in the Fifth War."

Ah, so that explained the fire and Lancer's disappearance. "Tell me, Lancer." Once Lancer's gaze was directed towards him, he continued with an air of seriousness around him. "Did you stab him with Gaé Bolg through the heart?"

"I stabbed him with Gaé Bolg through the heart." Lancer grinned wolfishly, chuckling once a smirk made its way onto Archer's face.

"I asked because I would like you two to join my guild, Fairy Tail." Makarov's voice brought them to the present. "We will help you figure out your purpose here as well as educate you on Earthland's history and what to expect. It seems you two need all of the help you can get, and while you both are here you can earn money to buy any necessities you need during your stay in our world." The old man was accepting and open, never doubting their words. Archer and Lancer shared a look, the latter shrugging.

"If we blend in here, people won't ask as many questions. Kinda makes me wish I was a Caster, now. Ah well; I like the speed that comes with being a Lancer." Archer nodded, already knowing that Lancer would get more questions than him. His own attire, which was from the Fifth Holy Grail War, was similar to the fashion of Earthland. Lancer's was more...peculiar, so to speak. The Counter Guardian then weighed the pros and cons of staying at Fairy Tail before deciding that the pros far outweighed the cons. Besides, what better way to learn about a new world than to experience it for one's self?

"Very well then, Makarov. We accept your proposition, even if it means being stuck with the Man of the Spear."

"Hey, watch it Bowman!" Makarov chuckled at their antics, jumping off of his chair.

"You two will fit in quite nicely here." He went over to what seemed to be similar to a filing cabinet and pulled on the lowest drawer, pulling out a rather large stamp. Walking over to Archer, he jumped on the desk to get to his height. "Where would you like it and in what color?"

"White. Right shoulder." The Heroic Spirit rolled up his sleeve, letting the man press the stamp to his shoulder. Once he was done, Makarov walked across the desk over to Lancer.

"And you, young man?"

"Crimson, and right where my heart is." Lancer materialized his spear and cut a little section of his attire, exposing the area. Makarov pressed the stamp down and released, putting the device away with a grin.

"Welcome to Fairy Tail, my boys! You may call me Master or Makarov or even Master Makarov, since I am the Guildmaster."

"Can I call you Old Makarov?" Lancer teased slightly, which caught Archer off-guard. During their encounters, the Irishman had never taken to someone so easily, even if he had a carefree personality.

"Absolutely not. Some of my members call me Gramps, though, so I suppose that is the closest thing you will get." Makarov groaned, making Lancer chuckle.

"Alright, Gramps. Hey, it has a nice ring to it."

"I will merely address you as Makarov. Forgive us, but we will reserve the title of Master for who we choose to be our partners." Makarov nodded, opening the door of his office.

"I understand, and I will not tell another soul about your predicament. Here, we think of our guildmates at family; as a result, I won't pry nor gossip. What type of magic do you two use?"

"Greatly appreciated." Archer then explained his abilities to Makarov, Lancer following up with his own. Makarov thought over them, trying to see what category they fit before coming to a conclusion. The Guildmaster then jumped onto the railing on the second floor, overlooking the guild.

"Listen, my children! We have two new members joining us today. Their names are Lancer-" Lancer raised an arm and waved, a grin on his face, "-and Archer." Archer merely nodded, crossing his arms as he stood next to Lancer.

"Lancer uses Ecriture Magic of the Lost variety as well as Requip Magic. Archer here uses Thought Projection Magic as well as his own Requip Magic. Now, let's give them a warm welcome the traditional Fairy Tail way!" The once silent guild erupted into cheers, excited chatter sprouting up all over the place. Before the two Servants went down the stairs, Makarov stopped them.

"In Fairy Tail, we are a Light Guild that seeks to contribute to the welfare of the world. As such, we do not kill people, no matter how much they deserve it. I will only tell you two this once. Do you understand me?" Archer nodded his head, registering his words for later.

"What if it's unavoidable?" Lancer pointed out, eyebrow raised in curiosity. Makarov sighed.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, then."

"Alright!" Lancer tore down the steps of the guild, eager to explore it. Archer walked over to the bar and sat on a stool, sighing as he saw how Lancer and a rather buff man with white hair were engaged in an arm wrestle.

"Congrats on becoming a member of Fairy Tail!" Mirajane said as she served drinks to a nearby table. "Can I get you anything, Archer?"

"No, thank you." Even though Heroic Spirits didn't need food nor water to live, he had to blend in. "I'm not dehydrated."

"YES!" Apparently, Lancer won his impromptu arm wrestle, fist pumping with a grin of triumph on his face as his opponent nursed his arm. Archer shook his head in exasperation as Lancer sat down next to him.

"Want to do a job?"

"You mean a mission request?" Once Lancer nodded, Archer hummed in thought.

"I suppose. We do need to acquaint ourselves with the currency here, after all, as well as to have you obtain inconspicuous clothes." The two then stood up to go over to the Request Board, the white-haired man pulling one off as he had seen a short blue-haired girl do so minutes prior. "Knowing your personality, how does stopping some thieves from terrorizing a village sound?" The reward was a grand total of 250,000 Jewels. Splitting that in half, they each would receive 125,000 Jewels. Are these thieves that strong?

"Let's take it!" Once they checked in with Mira, who wished them luck on their first mission, they set off towards the train station with Lancer holding the map of Fiore in his hands. After all, why waste mana when there was a vehicle willing to give you a ride towards your destination?

"That job wasn't so hard. Actually, anyone would have found it to be easy!"

"We found it to be even more so because we are not necessarily human, Lancer."

"Still. Getting all of this money doesn't seem right, but it is satisfying to get something for doing the right thing." The two had completed their task at an almost inhuman speed, resulting in them standing back in the town of Magnolia three days after their departure. (They had found out from Mira that jobs as far away as theirs was usually take a week or two to complete but, then again, they were Heroic Spirits.)

"I suppose you make a point." Lancer grinned at Archer, walking with his hands behind his head in a carefree manner.

"I even managed to purchase what I wanted from a shop there to be 'inconspicuous', as you say." Indeed, Lancer's new attire labeled him as a Mage to any passerby. He wore a royal blue open vest with a silver shirt underneath, baggy pants that were black with silver lining being tucked into silver and blue boots. His shirt was low enough to the point that his crimson Guild Mark peeked through the top of it, showing him as a member of Fairy Tail. His vest was sleeveless on his right arm, silver lining wrapping around it, while his left was normal and the Heroic Spirit had stubbornly kept his silver earrings in place. He even kept his hairstyle the same, but it didn't matter; he blended in more with his surroundings, which was important. From his cut of the 125,000 Jewels he spent a mere 2,000 on his attire, which was practically a steal since he still had 123,000 Jewels to use for whatever purposes he wanted.

"We need to tell Mirajane of our success. Then you can gloat about your fashion sense." Archer rolled his eyes as he pushed open the doors of the Fairy Tail guild. Immediately, excited chatter reached their ears and they saw a group of unfamiliar mages standing next to Makarov.

"We're back, Mira! We completed our mission!" Lancer immediately went over to her, placing the flyer on the countertop. She took it with a smile, going off to officially label it as done while the Heroic Spirit made his way back over to Archer.

"Ah, speak of the devil. These are our other new members of the guild, Archer and Lancer."

"We got four new members while we were away?!" A male with pink hair and a white scarf on top of a black vest with gold lining exclaimed, a blue cat resting on top of his head and eating fish with his front paws.

"Yo." Lancer was the first to extend his greetings, nodding at the group.

"Archer, Lancer, this is Fairy Tail's strongest team: Natsu Dragneel," The pink-haired male grinned and punched his fists together, "Lucy Heartfilia," The blonde-haired girl waved with a smile on her face, "Erza Scarlett," The red-headed girl stepped forward and bowed in greeting, "Gray Fullbuster," The black-haired male nodded his greeting, arms crossed as he assessed them, "And Happy."

"Aye sir!" The cat on top of Natsu's head said once he heard his name, extending a paw in the air to wave. Archer raised an eyebrow while Lancer gasped in shock.

"The cat can talk?!"

"Even for beings such as ourselves, this is strange." Lucy laughed, remembering her first experience in meeting Happy.

"Don't worry, I did the same thing."

"What type of magic do you guys use, anyways?" Gray asked Archer as Lancer engaged Erza in a conversation.

"I use Thought Projection and Requip. Lancer uses Ecriture and Requip Magic as well." Gray raised an eyebrow at that, filing the information away for later. "And what of you, Fullbuster?"

"Just Gray." The raven-haired male waved off the formalities, responding to his question. "I use Ice Make Magic." So, he could conjure objects made of ice? That was impressive. Then again, Archer mused to himself, Lancer and I are stuck in a world bursting with mana. As Alaya loves to remind me, Fate has a mysterious way of showcasing new ideas and concepts.

"Where is your shirt?" Gray looked down and saw that, indeed, his shirt was missing.

"Dammit, AGAIN?!" Ah, this happened often then. Someone took a seat next to him as Gray got into a fight with Natsu, causing a brawl to occur.

"Welcome to Fairy Tail! As Master said, I'm Lucy. I just thought that I could introduce myself to you personally." The blonde smiled as she looked up at him, extending a hand out for him to shake. A wry smile crossed Archer's face and he reached up to grasp her hand, shaking it. This girl reminded him somewhat of Rin but her personality was a one-eighty; while Rin seemed serious, this girl was relaxed and open.

"Archer." Lucy's smile got brighter, if possible.

"I use Celestial Spirit Magic." That was a new one. He'd have to use the guild's archives with Lancer to research the different types of magic there were in this world. "How about you?"

"Thought Projection and Requip." Her eyes widened in wonder.

"That's so cool!"

"It is not a parlor trick." Lucy blinked, taking a second to recognize that he was aiming for a joke. Once she did, she laughed.

"Of course not." A chair flew in between the two of them and hit Mira, resulting in her going unconscious. "Mira, oh my god!"

Archer turned his head to see Lancer dive behind the bar, a grin on his face as he laughed. "They sure know how to throw a free-for-all!"

"That seems to be an everyday occurrence, Lancer." What was Alaya thinking in having him transported to this world with Lancer of all people? Shaking his head he sighed, watching the fight rage on all around him.

He had joined a crazy guild, indeed.

On the second floor, a man with spiky blond hair and hazel eyes scowled at the scene below him.

"Look at those idiots, damaging the reputation of our guild. It's sickening." A man with green hair approached the man, two others behind him.

"When will we commence with the plan?" The man turned to look at the trio, the scowl on his face gone as a smirk replaced it. Lightning crackled the air around him, accenting the scar that looked eerily similar to a lightning bolt over his right eye as he laughed.

"Soon. Very soon."

/Thank you guys so much for checking out this new story, To Be A Hero! I'm aiming for character development of not only our favorite Fairy Tail characters, but of Lancer and Archer as well! Their appearance will have a ripple effect, which will snowball into significant ramifications in the future. Chapter Two is under way at this point and, as always, if there are any tips or comments you have just review!