The Grail Hunt

Summary: The incomplete Grail was destroyed. But is it really gone? There are laws for such things. Such as magic. Magic cannot be destroyed, merely changed into something else entirely. And Angra Mainyu wants it. What will the outcome of this war from another universe be?

Fandom: Fate series

Character(s)/Pairings: Archer(Emiya)/Humanized!Grail (oc), other pairings mentioned.

Genre: Adventure, romance.

Disclaimer: Fate series is the property of Type Moon. I only own the humanized!Grail OC I designed and this steaming mug of milk tea. =^=

Legend: [] this indicates a change in the POV of the characters.

Authors note: Hello there. This is my first story of this fandom. In truth I only know a descent amount of the plot of Type Moon's three routes of these. I love them, but no offense to others but I hate Sakura's character. No development at all. She couldn't get some help, seriously, her sister is there! Okay venting over. Another thing; Archer(Emiya) or Lancer(Cu Chulainn)? Who will end up with my Humanized!Grail OC? Here is the first chapter of The Grail Hunt.

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Chapter 1

Somewhere in a realm in between...

Eight floating bodies suspended were in a drift, resting after the last war they were summoned to. They were breathing and are deeply sleeping. They've earned it. Some to heal the wounds of their bruised ego and pride.

The eight individuals will not stay for long as they are sent back to the Throne of Heroes to prepare for the next war to come.

As they began to slowly fade one by one, a voice somehow punctured in the realm.

"I'm sorry." It wanly apologized. "I'm so sorry. I'll fix everything, I promise."

The Servant's were not completely sure if it was real or merely an illusion from their sleeping haze state as they finally faded.

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"Here you go, Shirou. This should help with that fever of yours. Just make sure to drink this herb powder three times a day." Said a young woman to the red head as he took the beige pouch from her hand.

The teenage boy rubbed the back of his head, his face red because of his fever. "Thanks, Mary Kei."

Mary Kei was a young woman of a height of 5"1 with a milky white complexion. She has a lithe but healthy built body. Her eyes were a vibrant shade of green, her hair, a golden brown in color, reached her knees in soft waves. She has been seen dressed strangely. Like at that moment. She wore a cream colored knee length dress with wrist long sleeves with curlicue designs on the hems in satin yellow as well as a loose sash around her hips in beige and brown boots. She also has this cream cloth veil that fell over her shoulders and stops just past her hips, the veil also partially covers her eyes as it was secured by an ornate leaves and vines headband. Her clothing differs every time, the same with wearing a veil. She never leaves her home without one.

Mary Kei smiled. "You're welcome. Just give me a call when your fever goes down."

Shirou nodded. "Okay, thanks."

Waving a hand, she left. She still has places to go before heading back home. Stock up some food and buy a few selected vegetable seeds as well bottle containers as well as metal.

The young woman was a modern herbalist as well as a Magus but she conceals her mana well. And it will stay that way until the time comes.

And it's coming fifty years early. Too early.

Mary Kei paused in her walk as she tilted her head upwards to the sky.

'I have to make this work or else it'll happen again like ten years ago.' She thought with determination as she continued her strides.

'It's about time to make preparations.'

TBC

A/N: How was it? Good, bad? Please tell me what you think. By the way, in case you are wondering, this fic is a mix of the three routes with some of my own twist to it. See you next time.