A/N: OK so this is just a short prologue of a much bigger story that I thought of. I'm just posting this to get an idea of what you guys think. I know it's not much to go off of but I didn't want to put any spoilers up front. Well, anyway tell me what you think.

Shiro sat up. His room was dark as always and a thin sheen of sweat covered his tone body. Unfortunately, this was a normal occurrence for him. Even after ten years, he could still see her in his dreams. Despite all of his improvements with both magic and the sword, there was no way for him to be with her.

Shiro sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. He stood and looked to where his alarm clock usually sat but to his surprise, it wasn't there. It only took him a moment to realize why. Somehow he had made his way into Saber's old room. He smiled wistfully. It still smelled like her, a combination of vanilla and fresh water. For whatever reason, the scent had never faded from this part of the complex. It was probably the only thing that kept him sane since she had left for her own time.

After a long moment, he left the room and went to his shed out behind his house. That was where he worked on all his magic. Rin was occasionally there to help him but she would kill him if he woke her up now. It was three in the morning. He casually threw open the thin wooden door and stepped inside. There still wasn't anything to special about this place other than the memories that went with it.

He quickly made his way over to the magic circle that had been carved into the ground. Taking his place in the center, he began the familiar aria, "I am the bone of my sword…"

In moments his surroundings had changed to the ominous plane of swords. It seemed to go on forever. In here, Shiro could do almost anything. The laws of physics virtually didn't apply what so ever. He began to walk through the infinite dimension but stopped as suddenly as he had started. If he could ignore physics, then what about the laws of magic?