Author's Note:

Hallo! I'm a huge fan of the fate series and I had written this fanfiction on another website and decided to put it here :D

It doesn't really contain one-shots but there are hints c:

It has my OC in it that has nothing to do in history AT ALL.

I kinda like to think of it has sort of another route to Fate/Zero with more battles and things happening but I hope you guys like it.

Enough of me boring you guys. Enjoy! :D

"I failed... my people..." I said to myself while lying in the ashes of destruction I caused. "I couldn't bring peace... and a... better future... for both my... kingdom and... the ground world..." It's hard to speak after this dreadful war between Skyrake and the ground world. "I... killed... my own... and their... people..." This is all I have to say to myself before I black out and die. "I'm unworthy... of being called... the king of... legends..." I say to myself thinking these are my last words before I die.

As I lay on the ground, my silver hair all messed up, my white dress covered in magical armour all torn and destroyed, my feathered angelic wings unable to move. I think to myself. This woman right here could not bring peace between the sky and the ground.

We had lost the war with very little people alive. That brought me into a rage of darkness that has been kept in me and I couldn't control it. Now, I destroyed everything and murdered everyone unintentionally. No one lived to find out what had become of our two lands. They trusted me to protect them and make our world better. But I utterly failed because I am unworthy. But one day, a miracle will happen and Skyrake and the ground world will be united peacefully. That is my soul wish in this cruel world. If that can happen, I really can rest in peace.

My vision fades away and I can barely breath. I start to cough up blood that runs down the sides of my face. I can also feel the pain in my eyes as I let tears of blood run down my face. I'm about to die...

What had happened on this field of ashes and weapons scattered along with the remains of both lands was all my fault. As I look up at my burning land I had destroyed, nothing comes to mind except for my failure at protecting everyone.

The cloud barrier separating our lands has kept us oblivious of the existence of the ground world. We had both been living our lives peacefully. Our lands went on for thousands of kilometers, covering the sky. We had fortuitously shielded the ground world from the sunlight, which had been covered by the darkness of the clouds.

We had eventually been wondering what was beneath the clouds far too much to ignore it. I had sent out some men, along with myself on our dragons, to observe what was there. They were humans. We had knowledge of humans but believed they were fictitious. They had confronted us calmly and we gracefully accepted their little welcome to their world, since they had been wondering what had been up there the entire time. Both of us had explained our ways of life and they had even called us "angels" because of our wings.

For many years, we had been their allies and we would visit them often. We would trade goods, help one another and so on. That had ceased when they lost our trust. They attempted to kill me and take over our land and items, since ours were of much more value than theirs. Though, their men had failed to murder... me. My people had sacrificed themselves and got killed for me to stay alive.

We were furious, but their army forces were so overpowering at that certain time. They wanted us to surrender our land. I refused, which only resulted in a sick battle, eventually becoming war when we refused. We had left one battle since many had been injured. Little did we know what they were capable of.

They followed us with these giant birds, smaller than our dragons, and attacked the villagers. They killed some, injured many and threatened to kidnap others. I summoned my knights to make them leave. Their persistence to control our land was endless. I refused to surrender so we had battled on the ground floor with everyone prepared. Many of both people had died, but their men kept on coming in. Forcing our surrender. That was when a darkness inside of me was saying these things to me.

"KilL tHeM... TheY DEstrOYeD YOur KIngdOm.."

The sickening voice had said, controlling my mind to do as it said. I tried to resist but it kept saying these awful things. I felt the darkness taking over me, controlling my body.

"MaKe ThEM SufFeR fOR WhAT thEy DiD... dEvOUr tHeM! KILL THEM NOW!"

With those final words I had gone into a rage uncontrollable and ended up destroying everything with power I never even knew I was capable of. No one was able to stop me, not even myself. I was a demon. Without knowing I even killed my own people whom put their future in my hands that are now stained with blood, that darkness destroyed everything. Once everything was gone for sure, it escaped me, but I could not move. I was going to die. It was so overpowering that I couldn't handle it. I laid on the ground and saw nothing but my burning land that I annihilated.

"I failed..."

These memories seemed to have passed within seconds. I thought I was able to rule a land and keep peace with another. But I couldn't. They had thought a woman shouldn't have been king, but I was too much of a leader to remain a subject. Yet, the task entrusted in me, along with the fate of my people's lives, was too much when we were completely manipulated by the ground world.

I can't accept the fact that the legendary King Aerith Serine has been defeated by the cunning of others along with her chaos that had tainted everything around her that know one would have knowledge of our time.

But it's too late...

Everything is now gone. My breathing has ceased and nothing is real anymore. I am dead. Nothing left for me, I am out of this cruel world.

But there was a light after I died and a soft voice had spoken to me saying, "The Holy Grail sees you to be worthy of the eighth Servant. The Holy Grail summons you to earn another chance for your dying wish to come true!"

Yes, the Holy Grail War. The omnipotent wish-granting devise. But am I summoned as the eighth Servant of all classes? Am I truly worthy of the mighty power?

This is it. I can already feel the recovery of my body as the Grail is summoning me. I will obtain the Holy Grail and bring peace to our lands once and for all!

A/N:

I hope you all enjoyed it! This book will not only be from Aerith's perspective! The next chapter will be out soon bye!