This was not the longest chapter I've ever written, but I figured it was sufficient to start the story off. I really wanted to write a crossover with DanMachi and FSN and I was surprised to see there weren't any here . Moving on, I was very tired when I finished this chapter, mostly because I had just gone to see Jurassic World and boy was I happy. Seeing all the dinosaurs fighting I felt like five-year-old when I was watching Jurassic Park for the first time.

Since I'm merely making this AN to explain I few things, here are the subjects I want to talk about:

What route is this? It's the UBW-route with a few alterations at the end. They're incredibly minor so don't worry about them for now.

Are you sticking to canon? Until volume 4-5 I will since those are the volumes I have read. After that I might deviate from canon.

How did he end up in Orario? Not telling since it will come up in the future chapters.

Soft covers.

A warm room.

The smell of medicine and blood.

Bandages covering his body.

The stifling pain in his joints.

An acute ache in his muscles.

These were the first things he noticed when he woke up. Contrary to what he had grown accustomed to, he did not wake up in a tent in the Middle East. The small cabin he was sleeping in was made from wooden logs and the smell of old timber was overwhelming. Just like the cabins he'd seen in old western movies, these were arranged in a rectangular fashion with each log stacked onto another.

That was odd, he was pretty sure tents were the norm in the Middle East at the moment. Wood was scarce in the desert and very few people could afford it with the local warlords attacking each other in order to increase their territory. Both people and buildings paid the price for the greed of their leaders and the few buildings which remained in the land he was currently in were on the verge of crumbling down.

So where exactly was he? He knew for a fact he was not in the Middle East anymore, the light shining through the window told him it was in the middle of the day and the sweltering heat he had (not) grown used to was gone, replaced by a cool draft originating from the crack in the window. Such a draft would not have possible in the dry desert he had spent the last three months in, not during the day at least. If he was still in the Middle East then he would be sweating buckets and the covers would be as thin as paper, not made from thick wool to isolate the heat from his body as much as possible. Perhaps it would have been used during the night, but there wasn't a single person on the planet capable of resting with the covers over his body without passing out from the heat. In other words, he had been transported to a place with a much colder climate.

Which begged the question: what the hell was he doing here and what country had he ended up in now?

The headache which felt like someone was trying to drill a hole in his skull told him they had not held back in trying to knock him out for the kidnapping. The pain in his entire body told him he had not taken the attempt to abduct him kindly. A quick inspection revealed his entire body to be covered from head to toe in black and blue bruises and severe swelling. How anyone had managed to beat him up so thoroughly was quite amazing. He knew he wasn't the most powerful person on the planet, but he was pretty good at dishing out punishment and at taking beatings as well. The Archer-class servant from the Fourth and Fifth Holy Grail War could attest to that little fact and the several dead apostles he had helped to take down had not been weaklings either. The fact that he had been so thoroughly beaten meant the list of suspects was quite small compared to what he was used to. The days of having to investigate disappearances in Clock Tower with a list as long as the people working there were gone and he could probably narrow it down to the low hundreds. Not the best of circumstances, but it was a start.

Putting who had kidnapped him aside, what possible reason would they have to attack him? The knowledge of his reality marble was a closely guarded secret as was the knowledge of his connection to his future Counter-Guardian self. His participation in the Holy Grail war was common knowledge, but if he was targeted then that meant Shinji would have been attacked long before he was since the blue-haired bastard was a much easier target than Freelancer Emiya. Between a magus capable of taking down dead apostles and a human incapable of using Magecraft, who would be the easier victim?

It could also be the Einzberns taking revenge on him for `foiling their only chance to recover their magic´. The thought had crossed his mind several times, that the Einzberns would come after him at some point. He had heard the story about his father, how the infamous Magus Killer had been hired by the Einzberns to win the holy grail, but at the last minute he had betrayed his employers. One of the professors had been kind enough to share his memories of the fourth war with him after he had heard what had happened during the fifth. He had demanded to see Shirou's own memories of the fifth holy grail war after he had found out that Gilgamesh had been alive all this time, in exchange of for his own memories , but Shirou had barely been able to make a deal to hide the memories of his reality marble. Letting the man know he was the owner of a reality marble and he might become a Counter-Guardian one day was not exactly a smart idea.

Since a magus' Magecraft was the result of their research, Lord El Melloi II had agreed to it, even if he was disappointed at only getting a heavily edited version of the fifth war. As a result the man had also concealed his own Magecraft, not that Shirou was interested in it to begin with. His lack of a talent in anything more advanced than runes, formalcraft, the fundamentals in jewelcraft and basic alchemy was almost laughable if it wasn't made up for in his extremely specialized tracing. Still, watching Rin pass the courses as easily as breathing while he was struggling at the basics was not a fun experience. The only thing he was actually good at besides tracing was formalcraft, which for some odd reason he had an unprecedented gift for according to the professors. One professor had guessed it was due to his frequent use of Structural Analysis which enabled him to understand different aspects of formalcraft which normally took years of practice. It was a small consolation after watching Rin throw spells he had never even heard about like they were going out of fashion.

Reminiscing about the past was not going to help him now though, he thought as he smacked his cheeks to get his focus back. He immediately regretted the action as his swollen and bruised face screamed in pain.

"Damn, what the hell?!" He hissed through the pain. When was the last time he had been this hurt? Probably not since the time he had fought in the Grail war. Being sliced open by your future self was not a fun experience and even if he didn't have any open wounds on him at the moment, the overall effect of his injuries was similar.

"You're up! I can't believe it; I thought you were going to die!" An excited voice said from the doorframe.

Shirou whirled around, only stopping to wish he hadn't as the muscles in his neck started aching in response to the sudden movement. Even his throat was hurting from the unreasonable amount of punishment it had been put through. He started coughing, his lungs and diaphragm trying desperately to take in air, but the pain was only allowing him to take small breaths each time.

"Don't worry, I'm not someone suspicious. I'm the one who found you and got my friend to heal you." The girl said from the door. Although he had never met her before, Shirou could tell she was easily affected by her emotions. You could tell a lot about people from their voices. People like Kotomine and Gilgamesh had voices which felt like someone was stirring your brain with a rusty nail while others made you feel relaxed and calm. Saber and Sakura were part of the latter group, though Sakura in particular was like a relaxing drug. Not matter how agitated he was, spending time with Sakura was guaranteed to reduce stress. She was almost a therapist, though she loved to cook and he didn't have to pay her to listen to his problems. He felt a little ashamed he hadn't intervened sooner to stop Shinji from…

Oops, he was getting carried away. Thinking about what Shinji had done to Sakura while he was still in potential danger was a good way to get distracted. Time to straighten up!

"You…" He tried to talk, but his vocal cords felt like they had been ripped and torn over and over. Getting a single word out was almost like stabbing himself in the throat repeatedly in a single second. The woman in the doorframe noticed his struggle and spoke.

"You shouldn't move, Miach said you should rest for a few days. You were one step away from heaven by the time we found you and it's only been a day since then. I don't know what you went through, but you're not in any condition to move. Please lie down and rest for now, otherwise all the hard work we went through to save you will have been for nothing." The girl said as she entered the light.

The girl was short, only slightly taller than Shirou's abdomen. Since the grail war two years ago, he had grown an impressive twenty centimeters, reaching Archer's height and build. While she didn't look like a child, he needed to look down on her in order to look into his eyes. Her long black hair was tied into twintails and… were those cowbells on her ribbons? Her eyes were also a shimmering shade of blue, like clean spring water of some magical fountain. She wore a white dress which ended around her thighs with a bow circling around her shoulders. The entire outfit spoke of innocence and childishness. If Shirou hadn't heard her voice and noticed the… assets the girl had, he might have thought he was speaking to a child.

It wouldn't be the first time he had come across someone much older than their visual age in his life.

"Where… am…?" he croaked out, fighting the pain in his throat. Pain was temporary, danger was not. Not for a magus who had been kidnapped. For Emiya Shirou, danger was permanent.

"You're in the poor district of Orario. We found you in the outskirts of town about a day ago, beaten half-to-death and barely holding on. We thought you were dead for sure until we noticed you were breathing. Scared us witless, you did." The girl explained as she pulled out two small testing tubes normally used in chemistry. They were both filled with a clear blue liquid and Shirou could sense some sort of prana leaking from the vials, but they didn't smell like they were harmful. The smell reminded him of the different concoctions Rin used to make for him whenever he messed up when training with UBW. Using Structural Analysis he was able to confirm that they were healing potions, though he had a hard time understanding the ingredients. They were made from materials he had never come across, a fact that set off a warning bell in his mind. There might not be anything that could harm him in the vials directly, but if mixed with other drugs then a poison could be created through the indirect mixture in his intestines.

It had happened before. Rin was vicious when angered.

The only thing worse was when she and Saber were angry. Practicing swordplay while his stomach was fighting a civil war was not a fun experience.

Wait, Orario?

"Where's Orario?" It didn't sound like a town you'd find in the Middle East, more like a town you'd find in southern Europe. Italian maybe, at least the girl in front of him was white. That meant she was most likely from Europe, North America or Australia. Since he wasn't sweating like a pig in the middle of the day, Australia was disqualified.… No, she was speaking Japanese like she was raised in japan so that meant… he had no idea what that meant actually. He might be in japan, but he had never even heard of a town called Orario in his country.

Alright, let's check what he knew so far:

The girl in front of him was a foreigner? Check.

They were speaking Japanese? Check.

Somehow he had been beaten up, transported to a town called Orario and he had been healing for an entire day and even with Avalon he still felt like shit? Check

His situation felt bleaker the more he found out.

"You've never heard of Orario? It's the largest city in the world, you know." The girl asked dubiously. Her small and delicate fingers touched his head, as if to check for head injuries. She was careful not to use too much force and make his headache any worse, but he still felt like someone had used his head to play golf. Or football… the European version at least.

Largest city? In the world?

Had she been living in a bubble? Shirou had never even heard of Orario and he had traveled the world quite a lot in the last two years. He had set foot on all the continents and visited pretty much every major city as a freelancer. Apart from a few of the countries that did not allow visitors (even then he sometimes had to sneak in to exterminate the dead apostle infecting the population) he had seen pretty much every country and their capitals. Hearing the girl call the city of Orario the largest city in the world when he had not even heard of the name before was more than ridiculous. He would have laughed if his vocal cords didn't feel like they had tried to beat Berserker in a roar-as-loud-as-you-can competition.

"Orario? Where?" He repeated his question, hoping for a better answer. Even if the girl had little idea of larger cities, at least she could point him in the general direction of the closest country. Anything which could help his current lack of geographical information.

"It's on the border to Raki, Ares' country. You know about Raki, right? Dangerous nation with a bunch of warhawks?" the girl answered timidly. It appeared that his confused expression had made her unsure of herself.

Raki? As in the alcohol Neko had showed him once? He had never even heard of it before and who the hell was Ares? Did some warlord take over a country while he was dealing with terrorists in Iraq and change his name after the war deity? Probably not, he would have heard if that had happened and left to put an end to the monster if he had tried to expand his country's borders.

So what was the girl talking about? He didn't think she was insane, at least not from what he could tell. Most crazy people gave off an aura of being crazy, the Caster of the fourth war having one of the most obvious ones. The girl didn't have the weird body language or the manic look in her eyes. She didn't dress oddly or speak like a lunatic, aside from the odd use of names when she spoke. For all intents and purposes, she behaved just like a normal girl, although she was rather short for a girl with assets the size of melons.

Odd, he didn't usually spend so much time thinking about a person's appearance. He must have suffered some kind of trauma in the head if he was this attentive to a person's breasts.

"Never… heard of it." He spoke as he accepted the vials in the girl's hand. After smelling the substance one last time to make sure he didn't miss anything, he poured them into his mouth. His swollen lips and throat made it a challenge to swallow the potion, but he was finally able to get the cool liquid past his painful throat and into his stomach. The effect was almost instantaneous, even more surprising than the girl who acted as if he was suffering from amnesia. The pain which had been plaguing his throat and head disappeared as if they had never been there to begin with. Slowly but surely, the pain in his entire body diminished until he felt as if he was only recovering from a long day at the gym.

That was scarily effective. Even though he knew it was merely dulling the pain and not healing him, the speed at which the potion was doing it was unbelievable. An actual healing spell would have been less effective than this and that was direct Magecraft. A potion, no matter how well-made or skillfully brewed would have this kind of effect right of the bat. Who had made it?

"This potion? Who…?" He coughed out. Even though the pain was gone, the difficulty in speaking and forming coherent sentences was still there. As expected, toning down the sense of pain was not enough to ignore physical damage.

"The potion, you mean the maker? That was my old friend Miach who made it, the guy who helped me save you. He's the god of medicine you know, pretty cool guy once you get to know him." she said, plucking the empty vials from his hands. "Got to return the empty ones, you know. He gives people who return old vials a small discount if they have trouble with money." She admitted with a sheepish grin.

He liked her, Shirou decided. She wore her heart on her sleeve in a way similar to Rin, except she did it without the passive-aggressiveness the Tohsaka head was prone to use. His suspicions of her being involved with his current circumstances evaporated as he watched the small girl admit she had financial problems.

Wait, God? As in, parents to demi-gods like Herakles, Cú Chulainn and Gilgamesh-gods? As in Zeus, Lugh and Rimat-Ninsun-gods? Those kinds of gods?

"Speaking of which, I don't think I've introduced myself yet. The name's Hestia, the goddess of the Hestia Familia. And you are?" she said, striking a pose. The change in demeanor was almost shocking, especially with the ease she did it in. To go from admitting she was in financial trouble to looking like she was the king of the world in less than a second was more than even Rin was capable of doing. At least as long as Luvia wasn't around to grind her gears.

Trying to compute the statement the tiny girl calling herself Hestia had so casually dropped like it was nothing (even if she did act all high and mighty about it), Shirou felt his headache return from the exhausting effort. Not only did the girl declare herself to be a goddess, she also said there were other gods present as if it was common knowledge. He wanted to refute her argument, he really did, but she possessed a potion made from materials he had never seen before and her scent told him she wasn't human. He hadn't noticed it before simply because he hadn't been paying attention to his nose except to inspect the potion, but she was clearly not human. The prana leaking from her body told him she was at least a phantasmal beast, but the quantity wasn't much to write home about. The quality was however through the roof, closer to Gilgamesh and Saber than to normal humans.

No, it couldn't be possible. The gods had died out two millennia ago, to even consider that the tiny girl in front of him was goddess was preposterous beyond imaginable. Only a few powerful gods remained, even he had never met a human who had met a god and he probably never will. He might have met a few demi-gods due to his participation in the grail war, but those were merely copies from the heroes in the Throne of Heroes. He needed to calm down and think this through. Panicking was never a good idea, even if he was having a slight panic attack.

"Oh that's right, you can't talk right now! Don't worry, you can stay here while you recover. I'll talk with Bell about getting a bed for you, don't you worry about a thing. We can't have you sleeping in my bed all the time, it would be indecent. Speaking of which, I wonder how Bell is doing." The girl continued on as if she had not just admitted that she was a god capable of altering the landscape with her powers.

Shirou was proud to say almost never fainted from shock.

He was also proud to say he had never met a god before.

He just lost two reasons to be proud.

IIWTBAHIAD

Recovering from his embarrassing little fainting-episode, he was able to question the goddess in front of him. His preconceived notion about gods turned out to be wrong.

As did his preconceived notion of being kidnapped to a different country.

He had somehow been transported to a different dimension.

He had no idea who he had pissed off in his past life, but he figured it was someone big. The odds of it being Archer were also quite large. The Counter-Guardian was connected to Alaya and the Throne of Heroes, it wouldn't be too much of a longshot to think the man had somehow manipulated the system to throw him into a completely different dimension for no apparent reason other than to screw with him and to piss him off. Which was actually quite sad if he stopped to think about it. Oh well, his life had never been sunshine and rainbows to begin with. Expecting it to change simply because he hoped it would wasn't very reasonable or logical.

So he had been 'dumped' into a world which was stuck in the middle ages, but a long time ago the gods of various pantheons had literally descended from Heaven in order to alleviate their boredom (so far his impression of the gods had turned out to be correct). The interesting thing was that phantasmal species known as 'monsters' seemed to crawl over the world and preyed on mankind. In order to help humanity battle the monsters, the gods gave the human 'Falna', some kind of blessing that granted them the ability to grow powerful and defeat monsters. Since monsters originated from a location called 'The dungeon' human who had been given the falna circled around the dungeon in order to investigate it and reap the benefits it offered.

Really, it all sounded like something taken from a videogame. Even he, a person who spent his daily life fighting crime and evil, had played a few RPGs and the setting was almost eerily simple. Monsters exist in a dungeon, hero is given power to kill monster, hero goes into dungeon and kills monsters, and hero is praised and showered with gold.

Hestia was the Greek god of the hearth and until a day ago her familia (the group of adventurers following a certain god) had been nonexistent. Bell, the person she had mentioned earlier had joined her after he had been refused by the other familias for being too weak. The same day she had found Shirou on the side of the road looking like he had just gone toe-to-toe with Zelretch and had called for her friend Miach, the Irish god of medicine whose power surpassed his father's in the art of healing. He had been in a coma for a day before he woke up, quite a feat according to the tiny goddess sitting next to him. He had, in her words, 'looked like one big bruise' when she had found him. His entire face had been so bruised and swollen it lacked almost any features aside from a few strange wrinkles where his mouth, nose and eyes were supposed to be. He didn't know how it was physically possible to look like that, but apparently he had succeeded. Should he be proud or embarrassed?

Regardless, his current situation was that of a very injured person. He had checked on Avalon and it was working overtime to heal the injuries he had somehow sustained. The fact that Avalon was having a hard time dealing with the bruises only spoke of the immense power he had been exposed to. He was certain that if he had not possessed the Noble Phantasm of King Arthur then his body would have been destroyed in whatever process had brought him here. Judging by the speed it was working and the amount of injuries remaining, he'd wager that it would take about three days to be fully healed. That was by itself an incredible number considering the time it took to heal after being attacked by Archer was only a day, though that was with the aid of Saber's prana to kick start the sheath. Since Shirou had to use his own prana to fuel the healing artefact the effect was both slower and required more prana. Once he was able to move and talk properly he would be able to find out what had happened to him.

The only safe way to travel between dimensions was the use of the Kaleidoscope, the second magic. The only known true user of it was Zelretch, though Rin and Luvia were able to utilize it to a lesser degree. Assassin was also able to use it, through the almost impossible technique known as Tsubame Gaeshi, from what Saber had told him. Had he come across an unknown user of it and suffered the consequences for it? It was unlikely and even unbelievable, but not impossible. To begin with, the thought of him having been slung into a different dimension so unlike his own was unbelievable to begin with so there was no point in ignoring possibilities simply because the odds were low.

Since he wasn't a magus who specialized in thaumaturgical theory, the results he would be able to produce on this side of the dimensional gap would be rather lacklustre. As best, he would be able to study the place he had been found and try to discover the remnants of whatever Magecraft or magic had placed him there. If the person who had sent him here had followed him then he might be able to pick up a trail using the prana left in the air, but anything more than that was too much to hope for. He doubted he would be able to get back to his own world using his own powers, no matter how much time he had to research the second magic. His only hope of getting back would be if Rin (or Luvia) somehow managed to find him through the maelstrom of dimensions that existed. The chances of that happening were rather slim, but he was fairly certain Rin would be able to do it. She did have Saber to help her convince any troublemakers to leave her alone in case they tried to force her to do anything she didn't want to waste her time on. Luvia would most likely try to do the same, the blonde mercenary being almost as stubborn as he was when it came to impossible tasks. Who knows, Rin and Luvia might see it as a competition on who would be able to find him and bring him back first. It wouldn't be the first time they turned something important into a contest to see who was superior. It was at those times that he was fairly certain the two of them were related to each other, despite the geographical distance between their homelands.

Perhaps Luvia was the third sister of the Tohsaka family who had been given away at birth rather than at Sakura's age? It would explain the similarities in appearance and temper; even their Gandr curses were too similar for it to be a coincidence.

All jokes aside, what would he do? He had no idea what this world was like aside from what Hestia had told him. From what he could gather, the entire society was stuck in the middle ages, but the magic in this day and age had somehow managed to replicate the inventions and technology used in his own world. Magic stones collected from monsters were used to power items such as lamps, stoves and refrigerators. Somehow he was supposed to survive in this fantasy-esque version of the middle ages until he was able to find the person who put him here or someone from his own world was able to bring him back, an enterprise which could take years, if not decades.

At least he wasn't freaking out over the entire situation. A lifetime of extraordinary situations had forced him to grow an unusual immunity to weird predicaments, though this was most certainly taking the prize for originality. Out of all the millions of billions of Emiya Shirous out there, he doubted any of them had been shipped off to another dimension like he had been. At least he was special in that regard.

Maybe he would be able to find a job in the city? He had been able to see a small part of the city when he had been moved from Miach's house to Hestia's place. He had been sleeping in the bedroom of Miach's potion shop before he had woken up, but because it was such a small place he had been moved to Hestia's house. The walk over to the abandoned church had allowed him to gather a little information about the city of Orario. It was huge, comparable to megacities back in his own world except it had the culture of medieval Europe. Something he considered to be very odd since the gods which had descended were from all the cultures of the world, including Greek, Asian and Babylonian. The more he learned about the world, the more confused he got. The entire world appeared to be a pick-and-mix of different RPG-elements, a constant source of headache for him. How was he supposed to find work if he couldn't even understand the world around him? The gods were limited to human abilities and the adventurers were superhuman in strength. Heck, there was even a guild to supervise the dungeon and the adventures! It all seemed to be too… unbelievable!

He could work as a chef at some restaurant or he could join a familia if he wanted to, the opportunities were pretty much endless. Everything he had expected about the world was proven wrong when the tiny goddess had explained everything. Gods were kind and loved their 'children' (Berserker sure could have used some more love in his life). Society was led by the guild and the familias, not the kings of various nations. Gods couldn't even procreate to leave behind demi-gods (at least he wouldn't be facing off against the little brother of Gilgamesh or Herakles any time soon). Hearing everything the little girl had to say was simply tiring to the point of exhaustion. He doubted he'd be able to wake up any time soon of he had anything to say about it.

Grabbing a hold of the covers, he yanked them over his body in order to fall asleep faster. He didn't have the energy to deal with this right now. He'd let the future version of Shirou deal with it.

Maybe he'd have better luck when he wasn't fighting against a returning headache.