Please read the notes before you start reading because some of you might regret it.

Notes:

So it's been a while since I took up writing as a hobby. With almost nothing to read and play on my spare time, I decided to write something. I've always wanted to write a story with game elements. So this is my first attempt at something like this. It will be a bit Crack-ish.

Just a little warning. I don't want some toxic reviewers ranting about how shitty I am. Lol. I get enough of that in my life.

OOC

C.G. EMIYA would develop differently, even some of the canon characters of Warcraft.

Mature tag

It's rated M for a reason. It's gonna have gore, lemons and all those kind of content.

AU?- Alternate Universe

I'll try my best not to stray from canon, specially with the lores and world elements. But I would inevitably make mistakes about things I don't know. I'm also heavily relying on Blizzard-verse rules not Nasuverse since the story is going to take place there.

Game/r Elements

This starts at c3.

Harem

Some people hate harems. If you do, then I suggest you quit reading this. But I'm mostly just gonna use the harem to induce humor. I think... gonna limit it at 4 but 'might' just add one more if needed.

Additional tags: Fantasy, Adventure, Humor, Romantic Subplot, Unreliable Narrator

A lot of thanks to my betareader 'YowatUp' for his help on this. They're the ones who corrected the shit ton of mistakes I made and have this story readable.

This is the last time I'll be posting notes before a chapter on this story. So with that please read and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own warcraft or FS/N

-0-

Time can be defined as the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present and future regarded as a whole. The sciences claim that time is and should be relatively associated to space. While mages claim that time is connected to fate.

Now let's begin with the scientist's perspective. Stagnant space is nothing but an object. Time without space is nothing but an aspect. Several theories from both the scientific and magic community prove this.

But how about fate? How is it connected to time? Now the subject of our exhibit today will give us answers to questions that has plagued both communities for hundreds of years.

According to a scroll retrieved from an old ruins in Dalaran, Time once was more closely intertwined with fate than it should be. Time was once similar to only a single river. How did it branch out to become what we call today as the Kaleidoscope, the Infinite Parallel Worlds?

We have no further proofs or documents on this subject aside from a few references by the famous Archmage Ragus Timewalker.

Now? What proof do we have to claim such that there had only been one true timeline? Ladies and gentlemen let present to you the Dichronos Codex, a journal written by a grandchild of the God of Time Nozdormu himself.

-Excerpt from statements during the press release of Dichronos' Codex by the College of Arcadia's Ancient History and Archeology Department, Year 5019 of the Age of Mortals

-I-

In the swirling chaos of the Great Beyond, amidst the sea of stars and gigantic planets, an event was occurring that would forever change the fate of this World. An errant soul from a distant branch of the vast multiverse travelled through a gap in space to miraculously survive and successfully arrive in Blizzard-verse, a timeline so different from Nasuverse.

The soul was that of a nameless hero, the last Hero of the modern era before the demise of Gaia. How this came to be, not even the ageless watchers could decipher what brought about such a phenomenon.

With nowhere to go, the soul slowly dissolved into the nearest sentient that contained life. The soul was absorbed into the cycle of life and death of this world. But not before it was corrupted? Tainted? Nay, mutated would be a better word to describe it.

The soul fragile as it was already had a twisted, or rather distorted property of its own that it could no longer be tainted any further by the chaotic energies of the netherworld. But it was still affected by the fel magic.

The laws of this world affected the soul more than it should changing it further. A few months later, the soul would be given flesh as it would grow in a womb. It would be much much later before the memories that were stored within that soul, protected from being erased through sheer virtue of being so distorted, would awaken finalizing the fate of the child. It was to walk the cursed and burdened path of a Hero.

But who would have thought that something so diminutive would forever change the world?

And thus the story begins...

-II-

The sun was slowly rising over the peaceful forest with mist drifting upwards to create a rather beautiful scene that would make any lover of nature sigh with admiration. The chirping of birds and chittering of small creatures could be heard in the distance. Unfortunately the peace would not last for long with the pained roar of a beast echoing over the forest sending flocks of birds flying away from the disturbance.

A young boy appearing at about the age of an 7-9 years old human was running through the forest with a bow slung over one shoulder, beside the bow slung over the other shoulder was a quiver of green feathered arrows. With inhumane grace, acrobatic ability and speed, the boy leapt from vine to tree branch then into another tree.

What was surprising was that the boy was not the one being chased, rather he was the one in pursuit as he swiftly kneeled on the branch of a massive tree. His stance perfect, his motions smooth and flawless as he drew an arrow, aimed and let it loose.

The arrows though small customized to fit the short recurve bow embedded itself deeply on the fur of the massive red eyed bear slowing it down.

Another arrow followed shortly after piercing the beast's hind leg. Left with no choice, the enraged bear turned around to confront its elusive foe. It had tried to chase down the two legged creature but failed as it easily slipped from its grasp. Instead, it earned an arrow to the eye for its effort barely missing its brain before deciding that the small creature was too dangerous and chose to run away.

"Rooooooaaaarr."

In a last act of desperation, the massive bear easily thrice the size of a normal one charged at the child. The child nimbly retreated higher into the tree. His right hand taking another arrow and aimed at the magic beast. The greenish purple hue of light emanating from the metal arrowhead brightened before it flew towards its target.

The bear roared up at him, that was its last mistake as another arrow found itself lodged into the bears mouth. The bear weakened from the long night of pursuit and poisoning finally went down as it sagged against the tree nearly toppling it down.

The young boy let out a sigh as he waited for a few more minutes before shooting another arrow at the beast. He received no response confirming that it was dead.

The bear had been sighted near a village by a group of merchants who were luckily going towards north away from it towards the city of Silvermoon, the High Elven Capital. The bear had pursued them for while before giving up with the merchant caravan easily outrunning the beast.

They had sent a message by falcon back to the village to warn them of the danger in case it attacked. The boy had overheard the rumors from the guards by chance who were gathering volunteers to put the beast down about two weeks ago.

He had been on a quest then and was just passing by.

They had attempted to hunt it down but failed miserably with the beast's cunning and strange ability of melding with the forest turning it invisible going against them. With eight casualties, the guards instead decided to call back the hunt and post a bounty on its head. It was better to have specialists deal with it.

They had instead further tightened their guard around the village just in case it attacked. And attack it did killing ten innocents before the guards were able to drive it back.

The boy slowly trekked towards his fallen foe, his hair becoming visible under the light of the sun as he strode through the clearing revealing red hair and pointed ears. His softly glowing amber eyes had a sharp glint to them as he pulled a dagger from the sheath strapped on the lower part of his back. His long eyebrows, the same color as his hair, his inhumane grace and appearance indicated he was not human.

The skin under his dark green cloak was fair with a bit of tan to it. This key features would have distinguished him as a high elf if only he did not have amber eyes. Eyes that ostracized him from most children his age. Amber eyes were rare though not unheard of among his kind but they were a symbol of great potential and an inclination towards evil.

Two of the greatest villain in Elvenkind have amber eyes, Queen Azshara and Illidan Stormrage.

He quickly got to work on removing two of it's fangs as a proof of subjugation and skinning its valuable fur. He pulled seven arrows from different parts they were lodged in. Some of it were lodged too deeply he had to carve it out.

He inspected the arrowheads which were still dripping with blood and poison, small runes etched on it. Four of it was still reusable but the others were broken so thoroughly he'd have to reaffix them on new arrows.

At least the arrowheads were not damaged, it was hard getting ahold of such high quality arrowheads without the proper connections. Dwarven made and forged from miniscule amounts of adamantium mixed with it.

"Tsk. What a waste." the boy said.

Fatigue could be seen on his face, darkened eyelashes under bloodshot eyes. Even then, his senses were sharp as he surveyed the surroundings while doing his work.

"Would have to make do with just the bounty and the fur." He whispered to himself. The bounty posted for the magic creature was a hundred silver pieces, adding what he could get from selling the fur he would be able to scrap a nice sum of 125 silver pieces.

More if he could get a good buyer on the fur.

The boy clicked his tongue once more as he left with light steps back to town, the sun already setting on the horizon. The meat would have tasted great if only it wasn't poisoned. A shame really, it was only with the poison that he was able to hunt the beast down. With his small physique and weak frame, it would have taken much more to kill it without access to his more esoteric abilities.

His ability to smell magic had also come in handy enabling him to keep track of the beast before he shot it with a magic disrupting arrow. Without the invisibility and it's cunning useless against its hunter, it became nothing but a large target.

His elfin eyes had enabled him to keep track of it as he hunted it under the light of the moon. It took him seven hours to finally kill the beast. He even lost arrows along the way because of how many times the beast instinctually it was being shot. It was fast even with its large frame.

He smiled lightly as he thought about what he could get with the gold for the children at the orphanage. Now if only he could get a warm meal, a bath and a good night of sleep.

-III-

Anadriel was not having a good day. When she woke up this morning she discovered that she had almost overslept forgoing breakfast to make it to work on time. Then she had to deal with more than usual amount of stupid pig headed idiots, pompous magicians and a specially disgusting adventurer who she almost socked when he tried to touch her ass.

She could admit with no small amount of pride that she looked beautiful even among the elves who most humanoid races considered as fair. Her long honey colored hair reaching the small of her back was tied in a ponytail accentuating her slim waist and buxom figure.

She wore a light blue blouse that did little to contain her rather generous breasts. A dark green cloth covered her waist until her knees. Her emerald green eyes glaring in ill concealed annoyance.

She had the traditional high elven beauty look with sharp features and a thin look on her face.

"Ah come on now Ana, how about a date tonight. I know you want a piece of this handsome me. Stop playing hard to get, it doesn't fit you." An adventurer said.

She was usually able to deal with this type of idiots except with a hungry stomach along with the line behind said adventurer getting longer as he posed to show of his muscles and his stinking breath as he tried to draw closer nearly made her snap. Her face darkening, her eyebrows twitching and her fist clenched into fists it was leaving marks on her palm.

She nearly snapped.

Luckily or unluckily for said adventurer, someone tapped Anadriel on the shoulder. Said person was her senior and coworker, Mel'narea Firemane. A receptionist who had been working there prior to her.

"Ana, go to guest room three. One of yours showed up with a bounty for the mutated Asuran bear posted about five days ago. Let me handle this." another guild receptionist said.

She released a small sigh as she turned towards her friend and coworker. She nodded lightly and spoke to the egoistic meatbag still spouting cringe worthy pickup lines.

"I'm sorry Mr. but it seems I'm needed to deal with some important matters." She stated evenly.

"Hey, I'm still talking here!"

She turned to leave but the adventurer tried to grab. A delicate female hand held the adventurer's arm so tightly one could hear his bones creaking when he tried to grab her.

"I'm sorry Mr. Adventurer but disruption of guild operations is a serious offense you know?" Mel'narea said in a sickly sweet voice.

"Ack- let go you bitc- aaaaaahh! Hey! Stop! Please stop! My arm! My arm will break! Ah! It's burning!" The adventurer cried out in panic and pain.

Anadriel quickened her steps to get away from the commotion. She almost regretted not seeing what happened to the man. He would likely get thrown out, this would be the man's second time trying to harass her. A third time and he could get his adventurer license revoked forcing him to leave the city.

Once his license was revoked he would no longer be able to take adventuring jobs from the city leaving him with no job. He could probably try to apply for another license at another city but by that time. They would have his name blacklisted on the adventurer guild's network with multiple license revocation from three cities due to previous offenses.

The adventurer's guild kept a close information network. That adventurer had had his license revoked at twice at two other cities before he came to register here.

Mel'narea was previously an adventurer before she retired and applied as a receptionist at the guild. She was usually also the one who dealt with rowdy adventurers.

With how rowdy adventurers were and how aggresive they would be at times, the guild also hired retired adventurers who were strong enough to deter such attitude against the Guild.

The thing was, she was not a fighter and was only supposed to be handling book keeping matters and a select few special adventurers. One such adventurer was a Gold ranked adventurer who was given a title of 'Cursed Amber-eyed Hunter'.

Adventurers had come up with worse names than that.

Adventurers were given rank designation to distinguish their ability to take a job. It was a way to both limit fatalities and to have the right people for the right job. Before such things were implemented, newbies who were in over their heads would attempt to get a difficult job with high pay thinking themselves invincible only to return with dead fish eyes, visible mutilation and mental trauma. Often times no one even returned.

The lowest rank was Bronze, followed by Silver, then Gold and, finally, Mithril, the highest rank. The Adventurer Guilds Network was also planning to add another by the end of the year to further distinguish adventurer abilities. It would be named Adamantium, a rank above Mithril.

This particular adventurer that she had to take care of had the potential to get to Mithril rank, the only thing holding him back was not ability but rather the number of jobs he had to undertake to rank up. They needed proofs of his abilities.

The higher the rank, the greater the privileges an adventurer had. That was the incentive for reaching higher ranks.

One such privilege of a mithril rank adventurer was the designation of personal receptionists. A city had to do well to protect the interests of their higher rank adventurers because they were akin to Elite guards, often times called upon to resolve difficult crisis.

With the grim news of something stirring on the continent of Northrend, the City of Silvermoon was strengthening its vigilance. Even the adventurer's previously strict ranking prerequisites were loosened in favor of finding more talented adventurers, warriors for Quel'thalas.

This was specially the case with their recent loses in the Second War.

"May I come in, Kael?" Anadriel politely asked.

"Yes please."

The small cloaked form of a person who could be mistaken for a child was sitting on the room as she entered. Well he was technically still a child according to their races' standards. He claimed he was at the age of 24 which was plausible. You never could tell with mixed blooded elves.

A high elf at the same age would have the same appearance but with less mature mental faculties. Elves in general matured slower than most races, the more pure blooded they were the truer it was. A high elf was considered an adult at the age of 110 years old.

"Welcome back Kael, how was your hunt?" Anadriel asked.

"It went well, luckily, I was able to kill the beasts before it could do more damage. I think it was what forced the Horned Wolves out of the forest from more than a month ago." The boy said.

"Beasts?" Anadriel question.

"Yes, there were two of them. The beast had a mate and it was pregnant, I had to put both of them down. I was also able to find scars of previous battles on both beasts. Something else are pushing this monsters toward civilization." The boy explained.

Anadriel stared at the boy fascinated with his amber colored eyes that lay half-hidden within the shadowed hood. Not that she hadn't seen his face. It was just that the his eyes just looked so much more interesting this way.

It was the only feature that she could see with a cloth covering the rest of his face.

Amber eyes were considered a sign of great talent or magical capability by the Night Elves, and a child with such eyes in High Elven society would be ostracized. With the racial rift between the two races, even with time healing the wounds they would still never truly reconcile.

"A-ahem, yes. Then let me ask the guildmaster to increase the bounty. Do you have the proof of subjugation?" Anadriel tried hard not to appear distracted.

She had always been curious in about Kael'drin. According to the scrolls on him, he had appeared about two years ago and registered as an adventurer. That was coincidentally the time she started working here as a receptionist.

He was tested by an examiner and was deemed fit as an adventurer despite his small stature claiming to be a mixed blooded elf which would answer the question of why he was more mature than he looked.

But that did not answer why he was so skilled with both the blade and bow. The boy did not provide further information on it. The guild was not one to be picky about backgrounds anyway.

What piqued her interests more than his abilities was his appearance. His face resembled someone familiar, she couldn't place where she had seen it. But the strong sense of nostalgia whenever she looked at him remained.

Still, a gem was a gem. Nothing else mattered as long as the boy had skills and could understand orders.

Kael'drin brought out two pairs of dagger-like fangs from his pack. She carefully inspected both and confirmed the small traces of magic emanating from them confirming it was from the beasts.

"By the way, how was your day? You seem more out of it than usual." The boy asked.

"Ah, y-yeah. I'd been having a bad day. A human adventurer has been harassing me earlier. Mel'narea helped me out before it could get worse." She could see the boy's eyes narrowing at her words. "You don't have to worry about it, he might even get his adventurer's license revoke with how he' acting."

"Well, if you say so." The boy assented.

"Thanks for worrying anyway. Do you have anything else for me for today?" She asked in an attempt to divert the topic.

"Uh yeah, when I was at the village. I heard some adventurers who came from the south about some trolls raiding villages. I just wanted to warn the guild about this if they could find more of the raiding parties going north. It would be a disaster if they were able to slip through the kingdom's borders." The boy added.

"I'll do that. That reminds me, someone from the Windrunner family has been asking for information about you. As per guild protocols I'm asking if you would allow some of your private information to be used as public records. Nothing harmful, just your name, race and your accomplishments." Anadriel explained.

She could hear Kael'drin grumbling under his breath about troublesome nobles. Her lips quirked up in amusement. The Windrunner family was one of the closest thing the High Elves had for nobles.

The Windrunner House had produced distinguished warriors for generations. They approached Kael'drin with offer to teach one their own assured that he would accept. Their offer was generous and the conditions fair.

She was sure the Guildmaster had something to with this.

But he refused the offer saying he did not want to teach a brat, his exact words, not even looking at himself. It had been amusing as he glared down at the elf from atop a table wanting to appear taller than he was when the elven messenger looked down at him, both figuratively and physically.

She had teased him about that for a week.

"I'll go talk to them and see if they're causing you trouble, but yes, you can do that. It's not like they can find anything else from those records." The boy said.

"Thanks, that would get them out of my hair. They've been pestering the guild master for the last few days and he just had to kindly delegate the work to me. I can't really say no if its a high ranking noble asking." She huffed in annoyance.

Suddenly, a loud growl sounded out from somewhere. She could see Kael tensing as he grabbed a dagger from within he's cloak, his eyes darting around the room.

Anadriel could feel her checks reddening in shame.

After a few seconds of silence, the boy sighed and spoke up.

"Want to go with me for lunch? I'm not edible you know." He said as he slowly inched away from her.

She could feel her face heating up as she glared at him. Their was the noticeable trace of a smirk on his lips. She was so going to make him pay for that remark, literally.

-IV-

Kael'drin, previously known by the name of Emiya Shirou a.k.a. an ex-Counter Guardian, was chatting with the beautiful guild receptionist while having lunch at one of the few high class inns in the area.

He was chewing slowly while analyzing the taste of the food. He could say that it was not a waste of money as he tasted each dish they were served. Now, if only he could only identify the exquisite bittersweet ingredient that was used to marinate this meat.

He could probably find a substitute for it if he just looked hard enough.

A smile played on his lips as he kept an ear to his friend who was telling him about her bad day. Her expression loosening a little as she was out of the guild and away from her work.

He ate happily as he thought of ways to further improve the dish. The generously given(stolen) secret recipe was already being written down somewhere in his mind. Some of the recipes were new.

Every month this inn would come up with another recipe from recipes from who knows where, surprising even him. He had once tried to offer his services as a cook but was denied because he was a midget according to the tavern owner.

If only he was able to, he could have hypnotized the owner just to get a glimpse of the cookbook they had. But alas, Kael had never been a good magus and he never would be.

He looked up when he felt a pair of eyes staring down at him. Said eyes were from Anadriel who spoke up as she continued to stare without remorse.

"What?" Kael asked.

"You look like an child trying to act like an adult whenever you have that face. Can you honestly tell me how old you are, Kael?" Anadriel said.

"It's rude to ask a person's age you know." Kael said in a joking tone.

"Hehe, sure but that excuse only works for women." She giggled as he tried hard not to pout, his childish impulses taking over.

"I'm 24 years old." Kael admitted.

"That's what you claim your age is. Not your true age." Anadriel said.

"And how would you know that?" Kael asked.

"It's called a woman's intuition, Kael." She stuck a tongue out as she caught him on his lie. Not that it mattered. He was probably far far older than her mentally.

"Playing spy for the guild master?" Kael said as he finished the last of his meal.

"Now you're just trying to avoid the topic." Anadriel accused.

"Teehee?" He tried to act cute only for it to fail miserably with his monotone voice. He could feel something die inside of him as Anadriel stared at him with a deadpan look.

"That's not cute at all," Anadriel said, " but if you really don't want to tell me fine. But don't come complaining to me if I can only get bronze rank quests for the rest of the month."

"Hey, that's blatant abuse of authority." Kael protested.

Anadriel continued to stare at him impassively without replying.

"Fine, "Kael sighed in resignation, "I'm eighteen years old. Happy now?"

"Hehe, of course I am. Buuut I still think you're not telling me the truth. I've been your friend for two years now, can you trust me a little?" He could she was a bit hurt.

"No, you've been my personal receptionist for the last two years. How'd you know I consider you a friend?" Kael drawled out.

"Don't lie to me Kael. I know you love me."She waggled her eyebrows at him teasingly like the previous emotion was a lie.

"Ha-ha-ha." He spoke as monotonously as possible pronouncing each word with extreme sarcasm. That sent Anadriel into another fit of giggles.

He smiled internally to himself, at least she'd forget about the bad day she had. She was one of the very few friends he had after all, even if he did tell the truth...

"Oh, you're smiling again." She covered her mouth as she giggled.

"I am not." His lips stretch into a thin line as he denied it.

The happy mood was interrupted when a group of men rudely barged in on them. A high elf approached Ana with his two guards staying back a little. He rudely sat beside Anadriel.

"My my, lovely lady. Would you like to have lunch with me? We can even go have some fun after it? I promise I'll take good care of you." He spoke lecherously as he tried to reach an around her shoulders.

"Please let go of me. I've already had lunch, so no thank you. And I'm speaking with someone" Anadriel's frosty voice echoed as her face darkened forcing the man to back off a little.

The man looked towards him in contemp.

"Hmm it's just child." The arrogant asshole said as he stared at Kael. "Oh and would you look at that, a disgusting Night Elf spawn. Scram you mongrel." He said the words Night Elf the same way he would have said shit.

He would have mistaken the guy as the second coming of Gilgamesh if not for one thing. He stared at the man letting out a heavy killing intent, an ability that he learned from one of his iterations. The illusion of a three headed Deva with three pairs of arms wielding weapons appeared behind him.

"Leave."

The man was pathetically weak.

He tripped over himself as he stumbled backwards, scuttling on all fours on the ground while staring at him eyes wide with horror. He looked down at his wet pants and tried to cover it as he ordered as his goons to help him up.

Kael sighed in relief. He didn't need to stand up. He could already see the owner of the establishment walking over with his own people to disrupt the fight.

"Sir, would you please leave. You are disturbing our costumers." The tavern owner demanded.

"Do you know who I am! I am the son of the Royal Elven Guard Captain! You dare order me!" The high elf proclaimed as he tried to glare at Kael with a pale face, spittle flying out.

"Oh, so you are a son of Captain Theramore? Splendid, I'll have a talk with your father about your behavior tomorrow. But I need you to leave now, ya see? Cause you're disrupting the business."

The inn owner towered over the high elf with his massive frame and bulging muscled, his hands twitching to strangle the little twerp.

The high elf tried to say something but he was manhandle by the inns' staff together with his goons.

"I'll remember this boy!" The man shouted before he was dragged out.

"Annoying privileged scum." The inn owner spat as he turned towards them. "I should have known. Are you magnet for trouble or something little Ana." The tavern owner spotted Kael sitting with her. "And who's this, care to introduce me to your boyfriend? Didn't know you liked em young."

The tavern owner spoke in a friendlier tone as he teased his friend.

"Please stop old man Nesarion. That was already the second time today." Ana huffed in annoyance. "Kael this is old man Nesarion Tidebreaker, former Captain of the Royal Elven Guard. Old man this is Kael'drin a Gold ranked adventurer."

"Hello, you can call me Kael or Kael'drin whatever is fine. Nice to meet you again old man Nesa."

Anadriel laughed in approval at his introduction.

"So you already know him?" Ana asked.

"I tried to apply as a cook here. He threw me out the next second." Kael said.

"Pffft- hahahaha! I'd love to has seen that!" She laughed.

"By the Light, not another one! I already get that enough of that from little Ana here."The man clutched his heart dramatically, ignoring his earlier words. "Be a good boy and call me Uncle Nesa, maybe then I'll consider if you're good enough for little Ana." They shared a laugh at the man's antics.

"Shut up old man Nesa."

"I don't even look that old yet, do I?"

To be honest he didn't look that old for an elf. Nesarion had square jaws covered with white stubble and his shoulder length white hair a mess. But he did look like a bum. A strange cross between a disciplined military officer and homeless mercenary. Still a bum.

"Of course you do!" Ana broke down laughing again. "I swear you're more fun to tease than Kael with how bland he is. Anyway who was than jerk earlier?"

"Nah, just Theramore's kid." Nesarion said in annoyance.

"He's a good captain and soldier. Can't see how his son grew up like that. Forget about em. I'll take care of it tomorrow. "Nesarion continued.

"Treat your date well, boy. I still got something to do. Say hi to Mel'narea for me little Ana." Nesarion said as he waved goodbye.

"Geez, just ask her out already, old man." Ana replied before he could leave, his footsteps quickened after hearing that.

"Tch what a coward. "She clicked her tongue before speaking to him. "Are you going anywhere tomorrow, Kael?"

"No, why?" He looked at her suspiciously.

"Perfect. I'll be coming over at the orphanage then. So with nothing to do ,you'll be cooking right?" A small trail of drool was flowing down her mouth.

"Couldn't you make your intentions any clearer?" He replied in smug satisfaction at one his food's fan(victim). Most of the kids at the orphanage did love his cooking.

"Yeah yeah. Say, Kael, will you marry me?" She said in a voice so serious he would have hesitated but the glimmer of amusement he could see on her face gave it away.

"Of course Ana, you're the only woman for me." He replied back in the same serious tone. Anadriel looked at him with shock on her face and her cheeks starting to redden.

"Gotcha." He said with a smirk.

The comprehension on her face as she looked back at him was venomous.

"You're so mean, Kael. You shouldn't play with a woman's heart like that. Where have I gone wrong in raising you?" She advanced on him and pinched his cheeks. Hard.

"You gen't raise me woman, now yet go before I get sherioush?(You didn't raise me woman, not let go before I get serious." She let go after fierce struggle that almost left him teary eyed.

He had a hard time trying to control his emotions and reactions.

The childish impulse to cry came with the stinging pain. He had gone though far far worse than this. It was just that his body's physiological reaction was different from his mental reaction.

He was somehow dreading the day he would become a teenager. Oh by the Root, the hormones! After he had regained his memories, his body had seemingly sped up its growth matching that of a human.

It had not arose suspicion but rather confusion. Even he did not have an answer for it. The only thing he could think of was that his soul was empowering the growth of his body. He felt his soul was different from that of a normal person after all. When he regained his memories, it was like a glass vessel within him broke. Or more like chains that were suppose to hold down both his memories and the power he had were released.

Like someone had made it that way.

Not that he had anyway to know. He wasn't sure and all of it was pure conjecture.

He just hoped that his estimation of his growth was right. He wouldn't get stuck as a teenager for half a century would he? Oh how he hoped that was not the case.

-V-

Kael'drin walked through the sprawling metropolis of Silvermoon City towards the seedier parts of town. The white immaculate works of architectural beauties slowly changing to old wooden houses.

At least it didn't smell that badly. This might have been the cleanest slum area he had ever seen. Even a fantasy esque world like this had its dark sides.

He had been able to reclaim his memories about four years.

Waking up one night with memories that he shouldn't have… it took him about six months before he could accept it all. Though he couldn't remember everything he could still remember a lot of the most important memories.

In his previous life he had been an orphan raised by a Magus. He was saved from a fire that was caused by the corrupted Holy Grail. Being the naive fool that he was, he had taken his adopted father's ideals as his own. To save people. That was just one of the many mistakes that made up Emiya Shirou's life. The greatest mistake was when he accepted Alaya's offer to save a thousand lives from a nuclear meltdown in exchange for serving as a Counter Guardian on his death.

He had been so stupid. As long as he could save people, he had been happy with it. That was, until the nightmare started. He was called upon disasters, one after another, caused by man or otherwise. Disasters that could endanger the advancement and survival of humanity. Most were caused by man.

That was why he became a bloody reaper, the Beast of Alaya.

Blood rusted his blades so much that even the once beautiful dawn of his reality marble changed to show red colored sky and the setting sun.

Well, he was done with it. By some miracle, he was reincarnated into this world. He was no longer Alaya's hunting dog. He was free!

He would relish this freedom and live a long peaceful life, he was sure it would be longer because according to what he learned of an elf's lifespan could last hundreds of years.

He had even accepted the name that he was given. He had thrown away the name Emiya Shirou when he had abandoned his ideals. That was another part of his past that he was eager to put behind.

His name was Kael'drin Hopebringer, and he would enjoy this life! He felt himself cringe every time he said his last name. That was the name his biological parents gave him, might as well take it to honor their memory. He did not remember his father's face and could only vaguely remember his mother's. That was the best thing he could do to the people who brought him to this world.

His aim of living a peaceful life was not detered even as he learned more about the wars, Demon Gods and world ending creatures that existed in this world. Perfect. He'd stay as far away from those as possible.

He had not been surprised when he learned that he was an orphan. According to the gossip he heard from the caretakers, his parents died in the Second War. They were both soldiers. His father followed the legendary Alleria Windrunner when she led the Elven expeditionary army into Draenor and his mother who died while helping defend the village they had lived at during an orc raid.

He was not so sure if that was true.

He had expected as much with his luck. It was also rumored that his mother was, a pure blooded Night Elf who fell in love with his father. Thus resulting in him being a mixed blood elf.

Night elves were silently tolerated, mixed bloods were despised and loathed. That didn't stop him from helping out at the orphanage he grew up in.

Even if he denied it, Emiya Shirou would always want to help people. When he saw the conditions at the orphanage, he set out to improve it.

He helped out on doing the chores at the same time started training his body. The change in his character was so drastic that the caretakers were confused but they got over it. Even before he acquired his previous life's memories, Kael had been always been a kind helpful boy.

Though the orphanage was being supported by the city, it was just not enough. With the number of casualties from the war, numerous children were orphaned. Even with some children being taken in by concerned citizens and relatives, there were still too many of them.

At the age of sixteen years old, when he still looked like a seven year old human child he applied as adventurer. He was surprised when all they required of him was fighting ability.

According to his examiner. He may have human blood in him that would explain his odd appearance and mature demeanor. Humans matured far faster than elves, considering human were considered adults at the age of fifteen.

The examiner threatened to ban him from applying as an adventurer for the next eighty years if did not show any ability though. The thing was, he might have overdone it.

He did not have eighty years to wait and he didn't want to.

If Kael waited for eighty more years, that would put his age at 120 years old which was considered as the age of an adult elf.

So he just went with it when they asked if one of his parents was a half-elf.

He had cheated a little on the exam by using reinforcement magecraft. That was the only one of the two spells that he was able to perform from his three major thaumaturgic abilities. He was not able to perform tracing, the bread and butter of his fighting style.

Something about himself was different. He couldn't even tell what it was. He was no genius at magecraft. To perform further analysis required magical ingredients that he did not have and doubted he could find in this world. He was not that knowledgeable enough to find and use any substitute materials.

The only spells he knew the most were reinforcement, structural grasp and tracing.

The ability to improve an object's concept.

The ability to understand the structure and design of an object.

Finally, the ability to create physical copies of an object. His origin and element causing him to overspecialize in creating swords in particular and any bladed weapons.

With the body that he had though, he was surprised when he discovered that he could do more with it. His body's potential far exceeded all that he previously had even at his peak as a human. He did not have any magic circuits but what he did have was something akin to a magic core.

He was able to use his abilities by channeling this strange energy that he could tell was not pure prana.

The guild assigned him directly as a Silver ranked adventurer skipping Bronze and he was just recently promoted to Gold. According to Anadriel, if he kept it up for the next five years he would be promoted to Mithril.

Coria Dawndreamer ,the manager of the orphanage had not been happy with him though. She considered herself a mother to all the children at the orphanage. Coria was an elf who had taken it as her personal mission to chastise and scold the misbehaving children of the world.

Kael always wanted to ask how could someone like her be in that position. He remembered the cold look that he had been subjected to for months on end. That had contrasted with how she usually was, a bright almost child-like character who cared for the orphans.

She almost stormed the Adventurer's Guild when she learned he registered. Thank whatever Gods were out there that they were able to convince her to calm down. He had been bound in overgrown magic plants and was made to promise to never do anything dangerous or stupid without consent again.

When there was a grown woman bawling her eyes out trying to make sure he didn't do anything stupid, what was a man to do? He relented.

She even forced him to promise it on a magic oath not unlike a geass. It compulsed him to stop before doing anything dangerous. Well, anything he considered dangerous based on his own skills. Coria didn't need to know that.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a shout. Ahead of him was the two-story orphanage building surrounded by a low wooden fence.

"Kael! It's Kael! He's home!" A child smaller than he was excitedly shouted his name calling the attention of the people nearby.

He grimaced then sighed in resignation. He had been hoping to sneak in silently.

Now time to face the music. He tensed himself and braced for the impact as a horde of mini monstrosities charged at him while shouting his name.

-VI-

Kael rubbed his joints to somehow ease the pain. The little monsters had tried to rip apart as they pulled him from all directions each wanting to have him tell them stories of his adventure outside. It was not his fault the children were starved for affection and attention or maybe entertainment.

He was currently within the confines of Coria's room as they sat opposite each other.

She was formerly a magician who was a member of the Kirin Tor, the neutral most powerful group of mages on Azeroth.

She had joined the war effort to push back the Orc during the previous war. Aside from that he knew nothing else about why she was here. What motivation did she have to take care of the orphanage? She could have just returned to the Kirin Tor, with any merits she may have attained during the war it was sure to elevate her status. So why?

The orange light of the setting sun coming from the window further emphasized how motherly Coria looked. She had the emerald green eyes that was common among high elves, blue being the other one. Her long wavy brown her let loose behind her. She didn't have the sharp look of the elves though, her face was more rounded but that did nothing to diminish her beauty as most elves had.

Kael felt his joints crack as he stretch them.

"Are you alright Kael'drin?" Coria asked as she stared at him.

"Root be damned brats..." He silently cursed.

"What was that?" Her voice dropping dangerously low.

"Nothing, I said you look as beautiful as always." He smoothly complimented as he sat straighter on the chair.

"Fufufu, compliments will get you nowhere with me brat." She said but couldn't help smiling.

"So how are the children? Are you having problems? Is there anything you need?" He asked as to divert her attention.

"Don't worry about us Kael'drin. I worry more about you with how much work you're doing for us." She sighed softly as she gave him a gentle look.

He grimaced internally. He did not mean to be that direct in offering his assistance. He really blamed his age for this. He was not this honest nor was he this polite to anyone. The only time he remembered being like this was when he was far too young to know what it meant to save people.

"So what did you want to talk about?" He spoke up again trying not to fidget on his chair.

"Have you considered the Windrunner family's offer?" She asked while bringing out a parchment and placing it on the table. "I worry about you every time you go on a job outside the city. I know you've been scouting down south. I also know that you took a job to kill a magic beast. Both of those were gold ranked quests Kael'drin."

He tried not look guilty as he heard the palpable worry from her.

"But those were easy quest..." He whispered as he forced himself no to look away in guilt.

"Kael'drin... please accept the Windrunner family's offer. I know this is selfish of me trying to force you on a choice you don't want to take. But I won't be able to take it if you...*sniff sniff*"

He could see the tears welling in her eyes at the unspoken words that she couldn't dare to say.

If you die.

"Uwaaaaahhhh! Don't weave! What if you got hurt!?" Snot was dripping down her nose as she cried without restraint. She leapt across the table and grabbed him in a death gripping hug. He could feel the tears and snot falling on his head. He awkwardly tried to pat on the back.

He had once come home bearing grievous wound after accepting a quest to kill a griffin. What the villagers conveniently forgot to mention in order to lower the cost they had to pay to issue the quest was that it was not a single griffin. It was a damned flock of them. The usual flock of griffins consisted of more than six members. This flock was consisted of fifteen!

After finishing the quest, he did not trust the villagers enough to treat his wounds properly. He returned directly to Silvermoon with his wounds worsening as he had to fight off beast that were attracted by a bloody and wounded prey.

With generous application of reinforcement and through pure sheer willpower, he made it back within sight of the city gates before collapsing. He later woke up in a bed at the orphanage, his body wrapped in excessive amount of bandages.

Some time after, he reported to the guild that it was a pack consisting of four griffins that were there. He did not hate the village as seeing that they already were piss poor, it wasn't right to demand more gold from them but it was also not right to just roll over for them. So he went with a compromise, he talked with the guild master to record the quest same as it was but they should keep note of this in case this happens again.

It was to prevent a repeat of the incident. If it was anyone else but him had taken the job, they could have died. A few days later, representatives of the village arrived to ask for his forgiveness and to thank him for what he did. They offered him everything they had, their life as slaves. He refused, from what he could see the representatives were what they might have considered as the strongest and the most beautiful among them.

They needed help to rebuild their village from the griffin attacks. They were needed more than ever. That was what he said.

That was the wrong answer, apparently. As they instead bowed down to him and promised to build a monument in his honor almost worshiping him as a benevolent and merciful god.

If he ever visited that village again, he swore by the Root he would destroy that monument. He would smash it with a damned hammer if he needed to.

He resigned himself to a decision. Besides, he did not want repeat the mistakes he made in the past. He left those important to him to pursue a foolish dream. His hardened heart had slowly crumbled.

"I'll probably regret this. No. I know I'll regret this." He quietly muttered.

He tiredly continued to run a hand on Coria's back to soothe her.

Though she didn't talk about it, Coria probably had trauma of losing someone important to her. The Second War killed all the members of her family. Dense as he was, he knew how the caretakers looked at her with pity.

Unfortunately for him, it seemed that the children was what she used to ease the lose of her family. Coria was probably suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. She was suffering a trauma from what she witnessed during the war.

From what Kael had heard, thousands of innocents had died during the war.

The Horde was able to push deep into Elven territory as far the heart of the Kingdom of Quel'thalas, into the Eversong Forest which was located just within the border of Silvermoon City.

He felt Coria's sobs growing quiet as she slowly leaned into him. It took him about half an hour to look up, only to see her asleep. He sighed in exasperation. How could she someone as childish as her manage to maintain this rowdy orphanage. He gently shifted Coria to his back before proceeding to place her on the bed.

She was probably tired and it was likely that she hadn't slept last night. Again. This was not the first time he saw her forgoing sleep. He felt guilt and shame knowing the person causing most her worries was him.

He closed his eyes as he made a choice. Though he would be able to help less people he would-

He paused.

He took the blanket and placed it over Coria.

He'd noticed it a few times but his decisions were instinctively weighed on how many people he could help. He grimaced. He didn't know if it was his age that was causing this or something else but he needed to put a stop to this.

He needed to put the people that he treasured as Kael'drin Hopebringer above the twisted needs of Emiya Shirou to save people, and boy was that not easy. He looked back one more time before silently closing the door as he snuck out of the room.

How could someone with a distorted soul, change? He contemplated as he thought of the options he had. He could look through the magic available to this world. He could ask around to inquire about magic or even buy books if he could afford it. If only he had a way to regain his tracing skill, it would make that endeavor far safer.

Now he really wished he had those magical ingredients.

-VII-

Kael meticulously washed the dirt from the freshly harvested herbs and vegetable. He had woke up early this morning for his routine exercise and to harvests somethings that he would need for the recipes that he had in mind.

He steadily piled the vegetables after drying his hands on a cloth. His mechanically grabbed the chopping board and knife while he was lost in thought.

'We still have a lot of oil from what I melted off the quillboar fat from last time. Deep fried crispy cockatrice and a healthy mix of fresh vegetables as salad. Yes, that will do.'

He prepared the ingredients rummaging through the pantry. One thing he made sure of was that they always had a full pantry. That was to ensure they never lacked in food.

'They're low on flour and some spices, let me add that to my shopping list later.'

He hummed a tune as he felt his stress melting.

His hands were expertly chopping the herbs before placing them on the pot. Grabbing a spoon, he scooped a bit of the soup with his customized wooden tasting spoon.

'Needs a bit of salt and oil is heated up.'

He added a pinch an turned around to check the marinated meat he prepared last night.

He could see a child's head peeking out from the kitchen door from the corner of his eyes. Then another head popped out. Then another, before long the doorway was full of heads staring at him as he cooked.

After that one incident where they tried to invade his holy sanctuary with dirt and grime all over them, he threatened to never cook again if they didn't learn to wash themselves before going to the kitchen.

That had worked far more effectively than he hoped. Now the children were far more willing to take a bath and clean themselves without being told. They also never entered the kitchen when he was cooking.

He recognized one of the head peeking from the doorway.

"What are you doing there Coria?"

"Oh, they were doing something interesting so I followed suit?" She tilted her head cutely.

He stare at them. They stared back. Might as well have them do something.

"Why don't you help set the table? I'm nearly done and can you call the caretakers?" Kael suggested.

The children eagerly provided help to make the mealtime come even just a little bit sooner. He smiled at their cheerfulness and enthusiasm. His arm whipped to the right to slap a naughty and grubby hand that was trying to pilfer from the pile of brown crispy fried meat.

"Go wash your hands you thief." Kael scolded.

"Aw, come on just one. Please." Coria looked at him with teary pleading eyes but he was not to be detered.

"Wash or no food for you." He said with steel in his voice.

"Okay!" He watched as the criminal fled with haste. She would be back to plunder of that he had no doubt.

Not a moment later, she was back trying to steal again. His hand swiftly grabbed ladle to bonk her on the head.

"Why?! I already washed my hand." Coria complained. "Besides I have the right to taste it first."

"Did you wash your left hand? No, and criminals have no rights. Go wash properly before you regret it." Kael warned.

"Ohhhh...so mean." Coria grumbled as she rubbed her swelling head.

Once he was finished with the last dish and had it sent to the dining room, he made his way to front door of the orphanage and opened it.

In front of him was Anadriel who was about to knock with a fist raised.

"You're just in time for breakfast."

"Really, I was hoping to surprise you. How do you always know I'm here?" He opened the door to let her in. "Here are some fruits market, I also got you some of the spices you were asking about last time."

He took the bag that was handed to him before leading the way. They entered the lively atmosphere of the dining room with some of the children already eating.

"Go join them, let me just go place this in the kitchen." He indicated at the bag he was holding.

"Welcome Anadriel."

"Thanks Coria."

"Yay. Let's eat."

"Children, be careful with your food."

"I want that brown thingy!"

"Hey! You're eating too fast."

"...Ahhhnn..sooo good."

"Here have some of the soup, its delicious."

"This is mine!"

"Coria please stop being a brat and share."

The cacophony of voices made Kael smile

A moment later Kael was seating among them eating while watching the happiness oozing as they ate his food. He always enjoyed making food for people.

"They're lively as always." Anadriel said from beside him.

"Yes, they are." He replied.

After the meal, with the dishes washed with the help from the adults. Kael was preparing some clothes for a visit. It would not do to have his usual get up on a formal setting.

He looked through his admittedly limited wardrobe and chose one of the newer clothes he had. He heard a knock at the door, with out turning he spoke up as he began changing his clothes.

"Come in."

"Hello- you're changing you're clothes."

"Thanks for stating the obvious, Ana." He replied oozing with sarcasm.

"So... are you going to the Windrunner Spire today?" Anadriel asked.

"I might as well accept the offer. Besides I can try to tolerate teaching a brat if they're talented enough." Kael said while trying on a shirt.

"I thought you were going there to state your refusal." Anadriel said.

"I had a change of mind." Kael admitted.

"Oh, do tell. I know you Kael. You don't simply 'change your mind'." Anadriel said.

Kael had a conflicted expression on his face before finally replying.

"Coria convinced me. That's all."

"If there was anyone able to convince, I did bet it was her. So are you going to be out until lunch? You're still cooking for lunch right?" Anadriel asked.

"I cooked enough. Besides depending on what happens I might be home before that. Are you staying to teach the children today?" Kael questioned.

"Yes, it would be good to at least teach them basic sense and courtesy before they grow up like you. Silvermoon doesn't need another Kael so soon." Anadriel teased.

"Fuuu, yes yes milady. Whatever you say. Besides, there can only be one of me." He retorted after looking at his clothes. Simple, efficient and clean. He grabbed one of his lighter cloaks to cover himself followed by a black scarf.

He didn't want receiving looks while traversing the city.

Kael walk out of the room with Ana following after soon after closing the door. They reach the main door shortly.

"Take care Kael'drin. Al diel shala(Safe travels)." Anadriel said as she bid him goodbye.

"Don't worry I will be. Shorel'aran(Farewell)," Kael said.

After he was out of sight, he started sprinting and made leap towards the top of a house. His travel went unhindered as he activated one of the runes on his cloak that would diminish his presence and provide a bit of camouflage.

It had taken about an hour to reach his destination. He leapt down lightly from a tree and slowly walked towards the Windrunner home.

"Halt. State your business before I put an arrow through your skull intruder." He had already detected the guard perched on a high branch with his reinforced senses earlier.

He raised both hand and slowly took out a rolled parchment from within his cloak.

"I'm here on the invitation from Lady Windrunner." He said nothing further as he waited for the guard to lower his bow.

"Remove your cloak so that I may determine your identity." The man was already near him but his hands were still tensed.

He complied removing the hood and lowering his scarf that covering the lower part of his face. He could see the man sniff in disdain but kept it well enough to himself. He took the parchment and scanned through it seeing the Windrunner house crest on it.

"Follow me and keep close." He said while returning it to him. He rolled it back and secured it within his clothes. Best to have it with just in case he got lost. He was sensing an awful lot of presences just around the residence.

After what happened during the war with most of the members of their house dying during a raid, it seemed that they had committed some people to guard the area.

He was lead to a gate that was the only entrance in the area. Even from here he could see the towering spires that were built on elevated ground. It appeared to be a small fortress on its own now. They approached one of the spires.

The elf leading him spoke to another guard who was in front of the double doors of the tower before they were let through.

Another person, this time a woman led him towards what seemed to be a guest room. He sat on one of the chairs while observing the rest of the room.

It was luxurious enough to indicate they were nobility among the elves but was simple enough not to appear excessive. Pieces of art decorated the lobby from vases to weapons, mostly bows. Under his feet was a thick fur rug.

Several painting were on the wall, one of them seemed to be a painting of the family.

Huddled together were three elven girls with different hair color. One was blonde, another one with silver and the tallest girl with dark brown hair. Two adult were standing behind them with a child bundled in the woman's arms.

Further observation was cut short as he heard footsteps behind him. A woman with blond hair entered the room attired in a hybrid of light leather armor that also worked as a skirt reaching her thighs.

He also noted that she was lightly armed with two short swords on both side of wide hips. She had quite the figure if he could say so. Not being biased he could even say that her beauty rivaled that of Medusa as an Earth Goddess. A deadly battle hardened warrior.

"Are you the one name Kael'drin Hopebringer." She opened with the conversation as she made herself comfortable on the opposite side of table.

"Yes, that's me Lady Sylvannas." He resisted the urge to let out a sarcastic quip.

She observed him in silence before opening her mouth to speak again.

"You look quite young for a potentially Mithril ranked adventurer."

This was one of those moments he regretted doing too well on that adventurer exam. He had underestimated what he could do and overestimated his examiner. How was he to know that the elves of this world were different from his. He did not have a proper gauge of the abilities of a fully trained elven warrior so how was he to know.

"Ability does not equate to age, milady." He replied respectfully without sounding to arrogant.

"So it does if what's reported of your feats are true. So are you here to accept the job?" He could see the light glint of curiosity in her eyes which meant nothing to him but trouble.

"Unfortunately, yes." He slapped himself internally. He could already see her eyes narrowing down at him.

"You have confidence in your abilities then. Would you like to spar for me to confirm it?" She said with her voice raised.

"I hope your rank matches your ability, I wouldn't want to accidentally injure you after all. I had braggarts at my door pleading mercy after I tried to ascertain if they really were who they said they were." The woman continued.

He understood the implied threat.

Now felt like stabbing himself for that comment. She was not even hiding her hostility as she spoke. Her request was a demand, she was asking if he could provide enough of a fight befitting his rank or he would get injured.

Might as well get it over with.

"That would be fine with me, milady." He smiled at the woman.

"You can call me Sylvanas, I don't mind. I promise I wouldn't go too hard on you boy." She smiled back. A smile that promised pain to liars and arrogant pups.

"Then please lead the way Lady Sylvanas." He could see her eyebrows twitching ever so slightly.

-VIII-

The child stood opposite her holding on to two oversized blunted curved daggers which made them look like short swords in his hands. They agreed the spar would be with blades.

She could feel slight annoyance towards the child.

He was more mature than his age indicated and he had a way with words that irked her to no end. The short exchange she had with him indicated that he was arrogant beyond words.

She would have to show him that age did in fact equate to skill. From what she learned the child was barely a warrior for two years. She had not believed it at first when the guild master offered him as one of the candidates as a trainer. The boy had the gall to refuse it?

She would have to confirm his skills herself.

They both simultaneously entered a circle drawn on the field. She could see some of the guards spectating. The conditions they agreed upon was first blood or the first one to step out of the circle.

She stepped forward with her own practice blades at ready.

It was so sudden she did not know what happened. One second she was stepping forward to take up the center of the circle to disarm the child immediately, the next thing she knew she was on her back with dust scattering about.

Stunned.

What happened? How could she a veteran of the Second War be taken down so easily? She had a century of experience with battle far more than child. Much more than a mere whelp!

She lifter herself of the ground to see the child in front of her blades at ready. Maybe she underestimated her opponent a little.

"Does that satisfy you, Lady Sylvanas. "She could almost feel him smirking as she said those words.

She was not crass or lowly enough to not acknowledge his skill. But she also did not want to admit defeat.

"We agreed on first blood or an if we are forced out of the circle. I'm not bleeding yet." It was childish of her she knew. But her pride could not take being defeated just like that.

"Very well then. "He replied as he took another stance.

She carefully observed him as he crouched low on ground. She was able to parry a strike that was targeted towards her gut. Her opponent was using his advantage in height to stick close to the ground, aiming to either target her heels or strike at her abdomen.

But she was barely keeping up with his speed, only her years of reflexes enabled her to parry each oncoming strike but she knew she had to take back the initiative.

She was being pushed back slowly. She never was as good with blades as she was with her bow but still...she was not specially good with dual wielding. But losing to a child? Preposterous.

Her pride would not be able to take. Worse was there were spectators. She did not want to appear weak in front of her men.

Before she could think of something, the boy disappeared in front of her again. She spun and tried to leap before the boy tripped her again but she was too slow. The boy swept his feet at her and leapt on top of her as she went down with both blades at her neck.

"I don't need to draw you blood do I, Lady Sylvanas?"

She could feel anger and shame reddening her face.

"Get off me. I accept defeat." The boy got off her before offering hand to help her up. She accepted it begrudgingly.

The boy, no man. She acknowledge with grudging respect. Any skilled warrior regardless of age was a man according to their family traditions. That was why she was already a warrior at the age of sixty, an age that could be considered her youth. She still could not believe the boy was that simple of a warrior.

He was fast. What he lacked for strength he made it up for in speed.

Even his skill was years beyond someone of his age should have any right to.

"I'll accept you as my brother's tutor. Furthermore, I want you as a sparring partner. I will double the wage stated on the agreement. Will you accept?" She could feel the boy hesitate and mutter the word troublesome. "Will you accept?" This time with more force.

She was accepting him as a tutor for younger brother not for her own selfish reason of course. She was not as immature to just accept him so that she could pay him back for this humiliation. No, she was the current Head of the House of Windrunner. She would not stoop that low.

"Okay, I'll take the job."

"We will be sending another draft of the agreement to the adventurer's guild for the duration of your employ. See you tomorrow Kael'drin Hopebringer." Sylvanas said.

She skulked with dignity and what remained of her pride back to the house. Her minds were already going through plans on how to counter the man's speed. Maybe she could take up to learning the sword? There were very few wielders of sword among the High elves.

No, next time she would honor him by wielding a bow. She had no doubt he would agree with the arrogant smirk plastered on his face. She could not wait for the next day.

-IX

He felt like bashing his head against a wall. He wished he could bash his head on several walls. He just couldn't hold his mouth without appearing sarcastic, could he?

Kael'drin shoulder's slumped in defeat. He's face was despondent as he trudged through the paved streets of Silvermoon while carrying a bag on his back. At least he remembered to go to marketplace.

He wasn't supposed to have done that. Moments before the spar with Sylvanas, he had felt the impulse to show her who was stronger. Dumb fucking move it was. His short lived satisfaction when he saw her defeated and angry face was replaced by horror.

'What have I fucking done!?'

It was not like him to act like that. He had to blame his body for this one. Again. Maybe it was a part of what remained of Kael'drin before he took over. Could he really consider it as taking over? No, he just remembered his past as Counter Guardian EMIYA.

Maybe he was still integrating all of his memories from his pasts and his mental state was stuck between that of a child and an adult.

'But looking at the bright side, his income would be doubled. In exchange for getting entangled with nobles. At least he got the job if he could last long enough with Sylvanas shooting an arrow through him.'

"I'm screwed."

That summed up his situation pretty well.

The rest of the day was a blur as he thought of ways to apologize for popping her ego without sounding like an ass. He couldn't.

Now he was back in front of the same building he had been in yesterday, within the compounds of the Windrunner residence.

He stared at Sylvanas as she introduced his would be student. He looked young. He appeared to be as the same age as him, at least physically.

"Lirath, introduce yourself." Sylvanas urged the boy who leaning towards her with his head lowered.

"H-hello, my n-name is Lirath Windrunner."

Kael could hardly hear the boy's words even with his elfin ears.

"Nice to meet you Lirath. I am Kael'drin Hopebringer, a tutor that was hired by your family to teach the arts of battle. I hope we can get along well." He replied, his vaunted control prevented him from looking to the side where Sylvanas sat with arms crossed and her bust pushed up.

"Y-yes. Nice to meet y-you too. Let's get along well."

The boy was the complete opposite of her sister. Shy, polite and nice while her sister was arrogant, stubborn and... not nice. Were they really siblings? He could see the distinction between them. They had the same hair color with different eye color. Sylvanas had bright blue eyes while Lirath had dark green.

The boy still had a bit of baby fat on his face but they had the same face shape with pointed chin and sharp nose.

"Now Kael'drin, you promised we would have-"

"And you stated Lady Sylvanas that it would be after I teach your brother." He rudely cut her off. Shirou could feel the killing intent coming off her growing stronger. Well done Kael, you just shot yourself in the foot.

"Fine." She huffed.

Sweat flowed down his brows as he delayed his execution. Sylvanas left them to themselves but her eyes never left his form.

"By the Root, I think she's going to kill me." He unconsciously muttered.

"Eh, n-no she won't. E-elder sister is nice." Lirath stammered in defense of Sylvannas.

"Oh? Yes yes she won't. Now let's go to the courtyard." His voice was patronizing as he thought on ways to train the boy. "By the way, why didn't your sister teach you instead?"

"Uhm, s-sister says she doesn't know how t-to teach well a-and that she m-might hurt me instead. S-she also said that it w-was better t-that I learned from those went out o-on the field." Lirath said.

"Okay, the first thing we need to fix is your stuttering. Aside from that I think well get along just fine." Kael said.

"Really?" Lirath asked hopefully.

"Yes. I can even be your friend if you want me to." Kael said with a smile.

"F-friends?" Lirath asked.

"You don't want to?" Kael said.

Lirath frantically shook his head.

"N-no! I m-mean yes! Let me be your friend Kael'drin." The replied flustered.

"You can call me Kael. My friends call me that." Kael explained.

"U-um, you can also call me Lirath." Lirath said shyly.

"Okay Lirath, let's start by telling what you know of swordplay or using a bow." Kael begun with the lesson.

"I d-don't have any. T-this is my first time." Lirath said.

"Don't worry. I'll teach you so that you'll be able to surprise your sister." Kael explained.

"I-'I'll be able to p-protect my sister?" Lirath asked.

"If that's what you want." Kael shrugged. "Now let's begin with basic warm up exercises. We need to do this to prevent any of your muscles from getting strained. Just follow my lead."

Kael diligently taught the boy avoiding to look behind him. The palpable killing intent was so strong that he couldn't focus on what he was doing. Ah, what a short lived life he had.

After the stretches. He began teaching the boy the basics of dual wielding and a short explanation on the use of bows. Alas, his time was cut short at noon when the boy waved goodbye to attend his other lessons.

He looked in front of him at the bloodthirsty grin of his sparring partner. He could smell the thick scent of magic coming from her bow.

"Milady, would you consider holding back for poor little me?" Kael pleaded.

"No." Sylvanas said ruthlessly with a sweet smile on her face.

Oh he was getting well along with Sylvanas alright. He was also well getting acquainted with her blunted arrows that curved to strike him from behind. Now who could he blame for this situation that he put himself in?

"Curse you Zelretch!"

-Omake Extra-

Emiya Shirou could feel something wrong. He didn't know what it was. He was pretty sure it was not magical in nature, or else he could have caught a scent of it.

Something was very very wrong. As he traversed through the busy streets of London towards the Clocktower, he could feel is instincts blaring in alarm. He suddenly came to a halt when he noticed that he was walking alone what was once a noisy street.

Did he somehow enter a bounded field? That was impossible. He should have felt something if that was the case. He could not smell anything magical in the air, not a single fart.

He cautiously walk forwards, keeping himself on alert. He just knew he had to make it to the Clocktower, an irony that he would consider a den full of magi to be safer than the mundane streets.

He was nearly there. The entrance was right in front of him just across the streets. He broke into a jog in relief.

It happened so suddenly he nearly died. A truck was speeding towards him at a speed of a hundred miles per hour if that was even possible. His reflexes honed through years and years of combat reacted as he reinforced himself and jump backwards.

That was before he realized that another truck was coming for him from the other side just as he evaded the other one. He twisted himself midair with just a hair's breadth before he could have been hit.

He released his prana through full capacity and reinforced himself to the limit making a dash for the Clocktower's entrance. He ignored opening the gates in favor of just entering the bounded field covering the compound.

He sigh in relief as he got to his knees.

That was close. So close that he could have died. He swore that those things ridiculous trucks shouldn't exist.

Well, at least he got-

"OH BY THE ZELRETCH'S BALLS!-"

He started running in the opposite direction as he saw a truck speeding right for him. The damned trucks were out for him! He just knew Zelretch somehow had something to do with this.

The truck gaining up to him.

Emiya Shirou ran with all he had while cursing the wielder of the Second True Magic. When he could feel the truck nearly a meter away from him leaped to the right to evade but making sure this time that he had a ways to dodge a second truck. He watched as the truck continued onwards then turned right behind a building hiding it from view.

"Phew, it nearly got me-"

That was the last thing he said before he was run over by truck from behind.

Thus, Truck-kun strikes again. That was how Emiya Shirou's adventure in another world began. But that's another story for another time.