So I would like to state that first off I make no promises on when this will be updated, i'm mostly writing this because it's been stuck in my head for weeks now and I want to write it. This story is inspired by Woona the Cat story called "The Last Master" so if it seems somewhat familiar to that one that is why. Without anything else though I'm GSmith624 your host for this story and I hope you enjoy!

Edit: this is not a new chapter! This is polish for this first chapter making it run smoother and cleaner.

I don't own anything of Type Moon

Song I listened to while making this chapter: Fate/stay night: [Unlimited Blade Works] OST II - #01 Sorrow UBW Extended

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The Night was cold, his body completely numb. The soft fall of snow was around him, however none of it touched him as steam escaped from every pore of his body melting the snow before it would fall on him. This was from overuse of his magic circuits, which were on their last legs, yet the one named Emiya Shirou had nothing left in him except for a single bittersweet smile on his face.

His never ending search for her was finally coming to an end. 11 years of bloodshed and chasing his ideal would finally be over and with it he'd hopefully see her again. Shirou Emiya had faced hundreds of battlefields in pursuit of his ideals, To be a Hero of Justice and to continue searching for his Avalon, for her, his Saber. For he had made a promise to her and her to him, she would wait till the end of days for him, and he would never stop searching for her. A single kiss was shared then and then she was gone with the rising sunset, the last of her Prana used and the Holy Grail destroyed, and so here he was bleeding out somewhere in Chernogorsk a small Russian town, saving civilians caught up in a Apostle hunt taking place. Women and Children who would have been gunned down if he had not come, mercilessly slaughtered without his help, so help them he did. He had rushed here as quick as he could "The Second coming of The Magus Killer" some would call him, others calling him "Wrought Iron Hero" and "Hero of Justice".

Regardless they meant nothing to him now, the darkness was closing around him and with it his life flashing before his very eyes in rapid movements. The fire that started everything he was to become, Kiritsugu saving him by implanting Avalon into him forever changing him into a Living sword. He mundane but peaceful childhood living with Kiritsugu and eventually Taiga. Magecraft lessons with Kiritsugu and then his adopted father's death. Those dark and empty days of living mostly alone, with the frequent visits from Taiga.

Then the next big moment in his life, when he had stumbled upon The Fifth Grail War by mistake, then preceding to be murdered by the Servant of the Lance, The Irish hero Cú Chulainn and brought back from the brink of death by Rin Tohsaka. This led to him later that same day nearly being killed again by Lancer until he in a feat of pure desperation summoned Her, his Saber and future lover..Thus leading to him fighting in the most dangerous battles of his life, The Fifth Grail War. Ending with his battle with The King of Heroes Gilgamesh and Saber destroying the fully corrupt Grail. Their goodbye was simple but he would never forget those passing moments for the rest of his days.

Him traveling to London to go to Clock Tower with Rin and honing his skills with the Enforcers was what had happened next. His skills sharpened and his defenses buffed, gaining the Shroud of Martin on his travels. For a solid week after receiving it was him doing nothing but venting his anger of potentially becoming his future counter guardian self. The newer enforcers were the unfortunate ones who he spared against that week. Several years of fighting and saving people with the enforcers passed fairly quickly and surprisingly peaceful, until he had made a critical error, using his Reality Marble to save the lives of many against a Dead Apostle and receiving a Sealing Designation within 24 hours from Clock Tower, forcing him to say goodbye to his remaining friends and go on the run or be killed and researched. Not even Rin's Teacher could grant him immunity from the people of Clock Tower the wielder of the Second Magic itself Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg. So with a heavy heart but a promise to keep he roamed the world on the run from Clock Tower while still helping others as much as he could.

Lastly the visions of tonight hit him watching himself climb the tower of the Dead Apostle, fighting against the fiend who was stealing life essence from others to extend his life. While the Apostle himself was fairly Young, he wasn't to be taken lightly. The fight was going favorably for Shirou, until the Apostle changed targets aiming for civilians. Without hesitation Shirou took a hit for a civilian trapped in the tower. To him it was a small wound at best only drawing a couple drops of blood and would have mattered little in any other fight, but his opponent was one to capitalize on it, for he was a blood mage. Obtaining the single drop was all his opponent needed, a savage grin appeared on his face as the power exploded from him. One moment Shirou was protecting the Civilian, the next he had cut them in two with the married Blades Kanshou and Bakuya, the hero who was suppose to protect now a puppet for evil.

Shirou's mind shut down in upon killing an innocent and his mind subconsciously traced two Weapons. The first traced weapon was Rule Breaker the dagger of The Witch of Betrayal, a weapon that in theory could severe any magical connection to another. Shirou could only summon it in one spot however, inside of his body piercing through him but freeing him temporarily from the the Blood Magic. The second weapon caused him to go into a berserk like rage when he had called upon it to kill the Apostle. The irony of the sword he traced would not be lost on him, it is an ornate, sparkling white silver sword adorned with splendid decorations, acting as a symbol of kingship denoting the right of succession of the throne, a sword meant for peace. It is a treasured sword that has worth equal to, if not, exceeding Caliburn. However the sword was forever tainted due to it being the sword that had killed his Lover, his Saber. Clarent, the Sword of betrayal.

With a mighty roar and freedom he had left he charged the Apostle down before he could fully reconnect the spell. The Apostle was unprepared for his new slave to break free and therefore had little time to react, but react he did. While he couldn't stop The Wrought Iron Hero he would make damn sure to take him down with him. The sword sliced the Apostle in two and with his last seconds of life he gave an absolute order to Shirou through his blood, Slay yourself with the sword. Shirou's body moved own his own and while he wasn't able to stop the attack he was able to redirect the attack, the wound was still fatal even to him, piercing his chest mere centimeters from his scar from Lancer during the fifth grail war. Clarent the sword that had killed his love in her life, would also end him. He found it almost funny really, in a twisted sort of way. Regardless though a small smile did grace his lips as he laid on the snow covered ground of Chernogorsk . He had few regrets in life and even in death it would seem he was still following Her, and with one last breath darkness surrounded him and he was at peace.

He awoke later, confusion was the first thing that had hit him. He had died and people die when they are killed, so how was he alive? The confusion lasted only a second though his instincts in combat taking over. Taking in his surroundings he spotted two noticeable things, the first was a small campfire burning directly in front of him, the second was he was not alone, for across the campfire sat one of the few people who could still strike fear into Shirou's being the wielder of the Second Magic itself, Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg. Noticing that The Hero of Justice was no longer sleeping Zelretch smiled sadly at him. Before Shirou could ask what had happened Zelretch spoke first.

"You're probably wondering how you're still alive?"

Shirou simply nodded his head.

"The answer my boy, is your not, we're in another realm. The Road of Life some call it. Nothing more but a realm for those that have passed but have not moved on yet. Souls like yours that have a connection to others that hasn't let them go." The Wizard Marshall paused a moment before looking directly into the fire. "Your soul is still linked to hers" Shirou tensed slightly at this for their was only one person who Zelretch could have been referring too. Artoria Pendragon, better known as King Arthur, his lost love, his Saber.

"She still waits for you in Avalon, forever waiting for your return to her side. I'm afraid though your deeds are not enough to reach her." Shirou was filled with a cold fury and the beginnings of despair. How? He never stopped searching for her? How was it not enough? Before he could voice his thoughts though, Zelretch held up his hand to stop him from speaking.

"There's a way for you two to be connected again, a way i'm willing to give you"

Shirou only had one question in mind though.

"Why? Why would you help me?"

Zelretch gave him a smile, the sadness from earlier melted away and mischief replaced it.

"Because. I get entertainment out of it!"

Shirou felt his brow began to twitch as all the old emotions left him, Hope welled up in his heart though, even if Zelretch was trolling him, he didn't care. If there was any chance for him to meet his love again he'd take it.

"What is the offer then?"

"It's simple really I'll send you to a new dimension that's doomed to fail without the help of heroes"

Shirou simply nodded his head. Zelretch's smile grew immensely.

"Before I send you though, I'll give you a small gift. A fighting chance so to speak"

Before Shirou could ask what he meant his whole being filled with pain, memories that weren't his, but were slamming into his brain. His (not Him) fight against Berserker where he traced Caliburn. Losing his (not him) left arm and getting Archer's arm grafted onto it. Fighting the corrupted version of his servant (his brain refused to accept her modified sword). Then an endless amount of time serving as Alaya's Lap dog. Him (Not him?) having a threesome with Saber and Rin. Him (Not him!) ending Sakura's life with a blade. His mind (not his) being destroyed by Archer's arm grafted onto him. His soul hurt as hundred of new weapons forced their way into Unlimited Blade Works, His reality marble shifting and changing from the memories he was receiving. His body cracking under the pressure of seeing weapons he couldn't possible have know how to Trace, but the memories forcing themselves on him. After what felt like hours of pain it all finally ended. Shirou slowly raised himself up on his arms, a shaky breath leaving him before he asked.

"What, did, you, do?"

"Well in order to make it more entertaining for me, I wanted to make sure you'd have all the tools you'd need. So I simply borrowed your alternate selves memories and combined them with your own. Go on, try to trace something."

Shaking his head clear of a the buzzing going on he did as instructed, tracing one of the married blades. True to his word his previous time to trace them was .5 seconds now though it took only .2, which to some may not be much of a difference, but on a battlefield it'd be a complete game changer. Before Shirou could test what else had change, he felt a rift open behind him and arm push him towards it. Looking forward he saw Zelretch's grin followed by a simply wave.

"Good luck boy, it'll be interesting to watch!"

The first sensation that Shirou awoke to was something soft standing on him, the second was something wet hitting his face. The Second Magus Killer opened his eyes to see a tiny squirrel like being standing on him staring back at him. The small creature made a small sound before hopping onto the ground. Upon closer inspection a squirrel was not the correct term for this being, maybe a fox and squirrel hybrid? Or maybe a small dog? It was pure white with lavender colored eyes and a tiny white bow around its neck. Regardless of what the tiny creature was, one thing was abundantly clear about, it was a Magical Beast. After assessing the Beast he noticed that wasn't alone, someone was standing above him.

The girl who was oddly quiet, simply staring at him couldn't have been older than 20 and had three immediately noticeable features, her dark pink almost purple hair, her dull Amethyst eyes and most important one that set Shirou on edge was the power of a Servant coming from her, albeit very faintly almost as if the power was dormant in her. Strangely enough however the power he felt from the Servant seemed to be responding to him, it felt like it was almost bowing? She wore a simple white hoodie unzipped, a short black school dress that hugged her figure along with knee high dark brown socks, matching brown shoes, a small red tie seemingly matching the fox creature and rather large black rimmed glasses to tie it all together.

"Senpai, are you alright?"

"Who are you?"

"Let's see... Not someone worth mentioning... Or something..."

"I'm sorry?"

"I mean, I have a name... But I don't often have the chance to say it, which means I don't get to make an impressive self-introduction."

Shirou simply nodded his head in a somewhat confused state.

"So if you don't mind me asking, where am I?"

"That's an easy one Senpai, This is a Observatory built to watch and forge a better future for humanity. This is the Chaldea Security Organization."

Shirou slowly rose to his feet upon hearing this and calmly walked over to the nearby window. The view outside was to put it simply a breathtakingly beautiful, he would have loved to shown it to Saber. While all he could only see was a few mountain peaks from the falling snow, the way the sun was bouncing off of them gave them a almost heavenly feel. Turning back to face the Pink haired teen and the small fox-squirrel thing he was about to ask another question when he heard footsteps approaching from the right of them and a figure stepped out of the shadows.

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And that is where i'm going to end this one because i'm evil and writer's block is already hitting me. It may seem slightly rushed going through Shirou's life but I personally didn't want to drag through fate stuff that could be touched on later in the story. Slightly above 2.5k words for a prologue chapter isn't bad though right? Regardless if you like this content and want more stuff from me check out my YT channel: GSmith624