"Iri, place the relic on the altar. Our preparations will then be complete."

The homunculus woman nodded, before stepping forward and placing the sheath, Avalon, where Kiritsugu had instructed. Taking a few steps back, she listened as her husband intoned the chant. Even in his summon, he placed his dreams. If King Arthur was anything like what the stories had told, he would surely answer this summoning. Between Avalon and Kiritsugu's ideals, it was impossible for him to not summon Arthur. Or so they had thought.

As the blinding light dissipated, swirling mist took it's place. A figure was standing amongst the mist, their features distorted. As it ever so slowly moved, Irisviel had a sinking feeling. This figure in front of them, it was not King Arthur. Not in the slightest, it was dressed in clothing far too modern to be so.

A dark coloured coat covered a tunic, which in turn covered what looked like a white dress shirt, or perhaps a scarf, Irisviel couldn't quite tell. Various belts and straps covered the Spirit's form, one most likely being used to hold the cape. The sleeves of the tunic disappeared into brass vambraces which covered leather gloves. Trousers finished off the Spirit's clothing, trousers that fell into the boots worn. An odd metal brace was on the right leg, the function of which Irisviel didn't know. It didn't seem like it would be armour, as there were quite a bit of open space in it.

As Irisviel's gaze made it's way to the Spirit's head, she stifled a gasp. Pale skin, pure white hair parted down the middle that ended just above her shoulders and deep red eyes sent a thrill through Irisviel. This Spirit was a woman, a woman that eerily resembled a Homunculus. The blank facial expression, and distant eyes only furthered that impression as the Heroic Spirit gazed almost dreamily at her. Kiritsugu must have noticed the attention given by his summon, as he stepped in between her and the unknown woman.

"Who are you?" The simple question was asked by the man as he gazed evenly at the failed summon. This most definitely wasn't King Arthur. How he had summoned anyone but the King was beyond him, Avalon was surely a perfect catalyst for Arthur.

"Ah… This is an odd Dream. My name you ask… I can't quite recall. My apologies, Master. I do know that my class is of Saber however." The voice of Saber had an ethereal quality. Irisviel felt she could easily listen to the woman speak for hours on end, somehow it was simply breathtaking to hear.

"Why can't I view your parameters?" Kiritsugu questioned, allowing Irisviel to move out from behind him. The Servant calling him Master had allayed some of his worries, though he was still cautious.

"My existence is beyond your comprehension. Simply put, you lack the insight to understand my being. Alas, I am still limited to this forms capabilities… It is quite vexing." With that said, the Servant tilted her head to gaze up into a window, where beams of moonlight were shining through.

"You're a Goddess?" Irisviel breathed out in wonder, eyes wide in awe while Kiritsugu's eyes narrowed.

"Some would call me that, some would call me the opposite." A disinterested answer brought silence to the church. Irisviel still gazing in wonder and Kiritsugu in contemplating.

"You may be beyond my understanding, but clearly not your own. Tell me your capabilities." Kiritsugu's tone allowed no argument. Saber felt a tinge of amusement. It had been oh so long since anyone had commanded her.

"To put it in terms you may understand, Master. My Strength is D. My agility, A. My Endurance, EX. My Luck, B. My Mana, B and my Noble Phantasm, EX." The ethereal voice, the visage bathed in moonlight and the capabilities of this Servant made Irisviel feel faint. This may be no King Arthur, but the power was surely able to match the King of legend. Kiritsugu, the stoic man that she loved, somehow remained unaffected.

"What is your weapon?" Now that he had brought it up, Irisviel noted that the woman had been summon unarmed. That was, until a great curved sword appeared in her hand from a swirling mist, the same colour as that of the moon. Then gun, a large pistol, appeared in her other hand through the same distorted way along with what looked like a large, folded branch on her back.

"You have a gun." His voice, his expression may not have shown it but Irisviel knew the man. She knew how shocked he was.

"Indeed, Master."

"That's impossible, there have been no heroes in the times of firearms." The man had a clenched hand, the hand where command seals resided.

"Perhaps I've merely been lost to history." Saber was clearly amused, the slightest amount of laughter in her otherworldly voice. Yet there was no expression on her face that hinted towards it, at all. Her expression had remained still, as bathed in moonlight as it was.

Kiritsugu merely narrowed his eyes. Turning to Irisviel, he gestured towards the exit.

"We're leaving, Saber. Switch to your spiritual body."

"As you wish, Master." With that, the woman vanished.

Irisviel gazed through the window, looking on as Ilya and Kiritsugu played in the snow. A fond smile was on her lips, enjoying the scene between father and daughter. The sudden feeling of a presence beside her caused her to twitch in surprise.

"Saber…" Irisviel's voice trailed off as the taller woman gazed down at her with an indecipherable gaze. The homunculus was trapped in the moment until the Spirit turned to view Kiritsugu.

"I must say, I've known people like Kiritsugu before. I admired them, in the way they can split their feelings." With that said, Saber moved to the table and took a seat, her posture immaculate.

"What do you mean?" Irisviel moved to sit opposite the Spirit.

"I had come across one fellow in particular. He was naught but a beast to be put down, one drunk with bloodlust. He went on rampages, ending any life he came across. So as such I completed the task. I killed the beast mercilessly. Yet I later learned that he was a cherished father, a loving father to his daughter. A beast that would revert to normalcy when around his family." Saber brought a cup up to her lips as Irisviel gazed on, enraptured in what Saber was saying.

"As such, I wonder what will happen to my Master." Saber put the cup down, the slight clink bringing Irisviel back to the present.

"Kiritsugu isn't like that. He doesn't enjoy killing, and now he has the chance to end it all. He won't stop, he won't be defeated. His dream drives him to achieve victory in this war. With you at his side, Kiritsugu is the strongest." Irisviel beamed a radiant smile at Saber.

Saber's eyes, which had been vacantly gazing out the windows slowly turned to Irisviel, with a focus to them that hadn't been seen by the homunculus before. Which in turn flustered the woman, causing her to find a topic to break the silence.

"Oh, why did you say 'admired'? Do you no longer care?"

"Ah, that… Perhaps it's more that I have moved past such things. Fret not, Irisviel. Worry about your lover, not myself. He is rather fragile." With that, the Spirit disappeared into a blue mist, leaving Irisviel to herself with a slight frown.

'Kiritsugu… Fragile?' With that thought bearing down on her, she moved to the window once more. The sight of Ilya and Kiritsugu bringing a smile to her face.

Irisviel waded through the water, enjoying the cool feeling on her feet. The coarse feeling of sand between her toes, the fine night breeze and the full moon shining down upon them.

"The travel would have been far more enjoyable if you were in physical form, Saber." The homunculus called out to the Servant, who was simply standing still on the beach, gazing into the moon. As Irisviel turned to face the Servant, her mind was once again caught up in the moment. To see Saber standing, fully embraced in the light of the moon was simply breathtaking. The lunar glow brought out Saber's ethereal qualities even further, driving home the difference between a Human, Homunculus and Servants. Saber was simply a completely different level of existence to her.

"Master saw no reason for it to be so. It is easier for him, and for us that way." Saber's gaze never shifted away from the lunar body.

"Mou, Saber. I enjoy your company and I'm sure you would have enjoyed seeing what humanity has achieved since you… Died." Irisviel trailed off with a slight wince.

"Indeed, humanity has advanced far beyond than what I recall. Yet as individuals, they seem rather lacking. In my time, there were many outstanding humans. I'm yet to see any aside from your husband in this time." Saber's voice held the slightest tinge of disappointment, the woman seemingly unconcerned by the mention of her death.

"Don't worry, Saber. The Holy Grail War selects impressive individuals to be Masters. I'm sure we will see people comparable to Kiritsugu during it." Irisviel joined Saber in gazing towards the moon, trying to see whatever it was that the Servant could.

"Yet you're certain of Master's ability to win." Saber shifted her gaze to the homunculus, who could feel the stare on her back and turned around to face the Servant.

"Of course. It's Kiritsugu." The simple declaration brought the slightest upturn to Saber's lips, while the rest of her face remained still. It was almost like the Spirit had forgotten how to form facial expressions, and was now relearning the muscles necessary to make such movements.

A sudden flare of power brought their attention to the trees behind them.

"An enemy, Master. Shall we engage?" Saber's tone hadn't shifted in the least, still light and airy. Along with her complacent form, she was the exact opposite of Irisviel. The homunculus had tensed up, eyes narrowed in the direction of the power.

"They will be choosing the battleground if we follow. Are you certain?"

"The battlefield does not worry me, Master. I shall emerge victorious. This Dream shall not end tonight."

AN: So I've forgotten how to continue fics apparently, can someone teach me how to do that? Anyway as some of you might be able to tell I've been pretty dang into Fate these days. I played Extella, now I'm playing Extra which is just painful, there's Apocrypha currently going, there's the Heavens Feel movie, then there's the Extra anime coming out next year which I'm hyped for because Nero, and I'm still playing far too much FGO. Tamamo hated me, I'll say that much. Maybe it's because I had Nero on my account. Well yeah that aside, hope this was somewhat enjoyable. Might try to make a chapter for my Dark Souls/Fate fic next lmao.

The armour is the Old Hunter set but no headgear, weapons are Burial Blade and Hunter Pistol.