I decided to re-write this because I decided to take this project in a new direction. Hope you enjoy.

I only own my OCs.

My name is Ian Clark.

I never knew my father and my mother died in an accident when I was six-years-old. I don't remember very much about her. My uncle has taken care of me since they died. He's the head of a big company, which unfortunately tends to keep him very busy.

It gets pretty lonely sometimes. The size of my uncle's house sometimes exaggerates that feeling. The fact that I don't have many friends doesn't hep either. Most people who claim to want to be my friend only hang around me because my uncle's rich.

When I'm not busy with schoolwork, I'm usually playing video games or watching anime. I'm a big fan of this one anime in particular; Fate/stay night. My uncle recommended it to me and I'm thankful for that. It's very interesting and I love it.

But as it turns out, there was much more to that than a simple affectionate gesture because I'm his nephew.

Much more.

Fate/new dawn
Prologue: Beginning of the Second Holy Grail War

It was the morning to another day. The accursed buzzing of an alarm clock woke Ian from his sleep. He sometimes questioned why he bothered setting an alarm if the buzzing was so annoying. Then he remembered that he wouldn't wake otherwise. His uncle wasn't very pleased the last time such happened, even if he did find some amusement from it.

Ian was a fairly short boy, an inch or two smaller than the average sixteen-year-old, with jet black hair and blue eyes. His current attire was simple set of blue pajamas, for he had just woken up. It was time to go about the usual routine; take a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth, head to school.

The whole stereotype of teenage boys being irresponsible didn't really apply to Ian. Sure, he would likely sleep through the whole school day if he didn't set his alarm, but he did do a good job of taking care of himself.

Ian's normal clothes consisted of a blue shirt under a black hoodie, grey cargo pants, black shoes, and black headphones.

Putting his headphones on his head, Ian stepped out of the house, locked the door behind him, and began his walk to school. It was fairly close by, so it wouldn't be too terribly long of a walk. Ian's house was a big modern-style house with a white exterior. The interior was more varied in color, however.

As he continued towards another ordinary day, Ian didn't know that very soon his entire life would change.

Marcus Wilkins was Ian's uncle and caretaker. Sitting in his office at the top of Wilkins Incoporated's headquarters, he was observing the local news. He was a tall man with black hair and green eyes. He wore a black tuxedo with a matching tie.

It has been ten years since that series of events that changed his life forever. He was sure that events like those would be occurring again now; the Second Holy Grail War.

A veteran of the First Holy Grail War and the sole survivor, to his knowledge, he had feared what could happen if his hunch was correct and the War was beginning anew.

In this world, there were no mages. Things like magecraft and True Magic were a lost art that no one had practiced in thousands of years. The Mage's Association and other similar organizations never existed. The Catholic Church was simply just a large religious organization and a denomination of Christianity. There were no forces to keep the Grail War secret and one wrong move could shatter the world as we knew it.

The one thing that Kinoko Nasu would most likely never know would be that he inadvertently told a sort of prophecy. The events of the real Holy Grail War were vastly different from what Nasu had envisioned. But he would most likely never know that. And it was better that no one who didn't need to know didn't know of the Grail War.

This Grail War was not like the last one, however. It was like the Great Holy Grail War of Fate/Apocrypha; two factions with seven Masters and seven Servants on each side with a Ruler-class Servant refereeing the War. Marcus had been selected as a Master yet again and was a member of the Alpha faction.

His Servant, Archer of Alpha, stood at his side while Marcus monitored the city with a network of drones and hidden security cameras he had step up.

Archer was tall, stoic man with tan skin, white hair, and grey eyes. He donned a suit of black body armor made of special materials that seemed to have been lost to mankind long ago. His shirt was tight and sleeveless with silver accents that outlined his muscles and a metal plate on his collar. His pants had two black straps on his thighs and two black straps on his shins separate from each while his metal plated shoes appeared to be fused to his pants. His coat resembled a type of holy shroud but was in fact two separate sleeves attached by a metal plate on the front and was cut off, showing his upper torso and midriff. Finishing his ensemble was a red open skirt which ended above his shins with the top fashioned and tied with an agemaki knot, covered by a silver metal plate.

"No luck in finding Assassin of Alpha or their Master." Marcus sighed. "Either Assassin hasn't been summoned yet and the Master is unaware of the duty bestowed upon them, or they're well hidden."

"That's unfortunate. We're still outnumbered by one Master and Servant pair." Archer of Alpha said.

Marcus then began to think for a moment.

"You're thinking that your son, Ian, might be our missing Master." his Servant said.

"Yes." Marcus said. "It's a wild guess, but Ian is the only option I have utmost trust in."

"You are aware that if Ian is a Master, he could die." The tan man stated.

"I know…" Marcus said sadly. "Which is why I will do everything in my power to keep him safe."

"I swore to Jenny that I would do everything to keep him safe. I must uphold that promise no matter what."

It had been a little over an hour after Ian had arrived home from school. Homework had been mostly finished and he was currently preparing dinner for himself and his uncle. He heard the alarm let out a chime that indicated it was being disarmed. That indicated that Marcus had arrived and the sound of the door opening to confirm that. The boy's uncle then approached the kitchen.

"Hello." Marcus greeted.

"Hey, Uncle Marcus." Ian responded, looking briefly over his shoulder. "Dinner's just about ready."

A small number of minutes later, dinner was served for the both of them. The uncle and nephew sat at the table and prayed before eating the meal. The Wilkins family was a line of fairly devout Christians and Marcus had raised Ian according to such.

"How was school?" Marcus asked a small bit into the meal.

"Good." Ian said.

The two started talking about Ian's school day before Marcus eventually noticed something on Ian's hand; Command Seals.

"What's that on your hand?" Marcus asked with convincingly faked curiosity.

Ian then looked at his hand and saw the Command Seals.

"I don't know! I don't even know how they got here!" Ian said, shocked by the Command Seals on his hand that he seemed to have never noticed until now.

"It seems you were correct, Master." Archer said telepathically from his spirit form.

'I'm a little thankful. This means I have someone who I can fully trust on my side.'

"We need to talk after dinner." Marcus said calmly.

Ian was nervous.

"I have some things to tell you about Ian. Things that I have kept secret from you for a long time." Marcus said.

"Ten years ago, a large event occurred in the deepest shadows of the city." Marcus began. "Those markings on your hand are related to those events."

"They look like Command Seals." Ian said. "Are you going to tell me that Holy Grail Wars are real or something?"

"Yes." Marcus stated. "I'll prove it to you. Archer, reveal yourself."

There was a shower of golden particles next to the Master of Archer of Alpha and his Servant was there. Surprise showed on Ian's face at this.

"Woah."

"As I said, yes, Grail Wars are real." Marcus said. "Your mother and I were Masters in the last one."

"Another one has started in this city, Ian. Those Command Seals are proof that-"

"I am a Master." Ian finished.

"Correct." Marcus said. "But this Grail War is slightly abnormal. Have you watched Fate/Apocrypha?"

"Yeah."

"The last Grail War was like the one in Fate/stay night and Fate/Zero. Seven Masters, one Servant each. This one has two factions, Seven Masters on each side, each with their own Servant."

"Anyway…" Marcus said as he stood from his seat. "You need to summon your Servant."

"I have a question." Ian said before looking at Archer of Alpha. "Are you surprised by the fact that you're a fictional character in this world?"

"A little bit." Archer said, his stoic demeanor still holding.

"That's all." Ian stood up and followed his uncle and Archer.

A short few minutes later, Marcus had taken Zachary to a secret part of the basement. Extensive security measures had been installed to keep that part a secret. In the center of the secret room was a summoning circle for the Grail War. Zachary stretched out his hand with the Command Seals on it.

Silver and iron to the origin.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.

In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath.

I am the one who becomes all the good in the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence,

O keeper of the balance!

There was a flash of bright, blinding light once Zachary had finished speaking. The summoning was successful, as someone was now kneeling in the middle of the summoning circle.

The Servant summoned had the appearance of a cute little girl with pale skin, white hair, and icy blue eyes. She was small and slim. There were two scars on her face, one over her eye and one on her right cheek. Her clothing…was not something befitting of a little girl. First was a modified, backless waist coat bordered in white here and there and held in place by a belt around her collarbone and another belt wrapped just under her chest. The bottom half was open, exposing a little bit of her stomach. Her hands and forearms were wrapped in bandages with two belts on each of her arms, seemingly for decoration. One black glove was worn on her right hand and there was a reddish-purple ovular tattoo on each of her shoulders. On her legs were black thigh-high boots and black, white-bordered ovular plates covered her outer thighs and hips. The most glaring thing about her attire was that she was wearing black bikini underwear, of all things, and attached to the back were six holsters that held knives.

"We are Assassin. Are you our Master?"

"Yes." Zachary answered.

Assassin stood up and walked over to Zachary, her height coming up to his chest. She looked up to him and smiled.

"Please take care of us, Daddy." Assassin of Alpha says.

I'm a little afraid that I went overboard when describing Archer and Assassin. i hope it wasn't too much of an issue.

But anyway, this is going to be a wild ride.

Lastly, I intend on adding some OC Servants rather than just sticking to Servants from stay night, Zero, Apocrypha, Grand Order, and the like. I was considering having Robert E. Lee as Rider of either Alpha or Omega. In Nasuverse canon, he is able to summoned as a Heroic Spirit. However, he can only be summoned as Ruler and Avenger, so having him in the Rider-class would defy canon. If there are any historical or mythological figures you'd like to see pop up in this fanfic, just let me know in the reviews. Or you can PM me. I'd prefer that. I'll accept it as long as it isn't stupid. Or Hitler. No Nazis, no KKK, no absolute scumbags, and absolutely no racists! (Glares at Fate/Grand Order's portrayal of Christopher Columbus.)

I'm going to cut this off here because I have written yet another long prologue. Good Lord, I get the feeling this will wind up being the digital equivalent of a doorstopper. Leave a review. Constructive criticism will be accepted. Flames will be used to make s'mores. Blah blah blah. Bye bye!