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First off I would like to thank each and every one of you for taking your time to read this drable. After spending a some time on the site and reading a good bit of stories I decided to try my own hand at it.

NOTE: english is not my first language, nor have I written anything noteworthy in my native language.

Now without further ado

Story start

"Well this is unusual..." That was the only coherent thought in his mind right now. Apart from EMIYA suddenly appearing in an unfamiliar location, that can simply not be described in the human tongue, there was a woman in front of him that he could describe no better than then the location itself. When he felt that he was being pulled, he had thought that this was going to be another summoning. Another slaughter. Another reminder of his fate as a Counter Guardian. That for the rest of eternity he will be a simple instrument of destruction wielded by the hand of Alaya when it saw fit.

But this? This was none of those things. Right now he was standing on his own two feet. Not in a form of a natural disaster, as it usually happens when it comes to the Counter Force. He would have thought that he was summoned into another Grail War, but then he would have received a class and, apart from other things, knowledge of his current time and location. Yet right now he couldn't even tell the colour of the floor he was standing on. He could see it. He could feel the solid ground under him. But no matter how hard he tried, his mind could not comprehend his surroundings. Using structural analysis simply gave him a headache, so he decided focus his attention at the... Woman? Person? Whatever, in front of him, who, despite him not being able to wrap his mind around the... whatevers presence, he could have sworn was smirking at him.

"You should relax a bit. Straining your head about the colour of the floor will do you no good." She, and despite the millions of voices blurred together, he was sure it was a she, spoke as if reading his mind and before he could utter out anything she spoke again: "Now, since you're so eager to get down to business, let me explain a bit. You are here, because I decided for you to be here. What I want from you, is for you to hear my offer out. And as to who I am... Well lets just say that I've been your employer for the past few millennium."

EMIYA's mind was now rasing even harder then before. 'My employer? She decided for me to be here? Is this actually Alaya?' After coming to th conclusion that it WAS in fact Alaya standing in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a slight temptation to torn the divine presence into a bloody pile of minced meat with every sword he could possibly think of. He supressed that thought, not only because he HIGHLY doubted he could pull it off, but because it was obvious, that his self proclaimed "employer" could read his mind.

It didn't seem that she was unnerved by the intentions of the red clad knight in the least. He actually could have sworn that the smirk she was wearing grew into a grin.

"Well if sh's planing to be so smug, then I suppose there's no need to waste energy talking. Not like I can stop her from reading my mind after all." At that thought his host's grin relaxed into a satisfied smirk.

"Well if that's how you feel, then I suppose there is no use delaying thing any further. I brought you here to make you an offer. In fact, since I already know your answer, all of this is just a technicality."

"What kind of offer are you talking about?" he asked, after it became apparent that she wants him to ask, refusing to answer otherwise. He was getting impatient. Standing here in front of the one who caused his accursed fate upon him, completely reliant on the whim of what is closest to God that he knows of,powerless to influence anything that transpires, is far from an ideal situation in the Counter Guardians mind.

Sensing his growing unease, the embodiment of the Universe finally spoke again: "How would you like to leave the Throne of Heroes? Permanently." Now that got his attention. Leave? Just like that? Surely there had to be a catch. "Oh there is definitely a catch." Again she answered without him asking. "You earned the title of a hero, so I can't just throw you into the cycle of reincarnation. But I can't just get rid of a spirit as... unique... as yours. So I am planing to put you in a vacant body. One that's young, stong and was SUPPOSED to be destined for great things. Unfortunately the Spirit in that body decided to give up and mostly move on. unfortunately due to certain circumstances it can't do that completely. Now that world is one hero short and less than a year away from ruin. To answer your question: yes it's male." He shut his mouth, the question answered before he could voice it.

Now that was an offer he most certainly could not have expected. A chance to leave. Not just spend eternity "remembering" what happened to his copies outside the throne, having memories that are not his, but at the same time his crammed into his head, every moment of his existence. He could be free.

'But why choose me?' was the question that was in his head. Surely there were others like him. And shouldn't there be infinite numbers of them, seeing as there are infinite realities? But then that means that there are also infinite realities with situations like the one the he is being offered to fix. But if there infinite worlds like then... "Uhh thinking about those things always makes my head hurt..." He finally said while rubbing his temples. Then he spoke again: "So I get a free pass? What guarantee will I have that after everything will be over I won't just get sucked back here? You said the guy who's body I'm gonna get is meant to save the world."

"Yes he is. But he was meant to save the world properly. It's a threat that would have been within his powers, so there would have been no need for divine intervention. Honestly you'll probably just end up being a proper Heroic Spirit. So think of this as just a trial to test if you should get a promotion."

That was puting things into relatively simple and acceptable terms. A chance to escape his living hell, to start over, to SAVE people again. It's been so long since he actually saved people rather than wipe them out as a natural disaster. All those times being summoned into the Holly Grail War, seeing his younger self determination have made it impossible to give up on that ideal.

The divinity was waiting patiently for him to give an answer. She had said that she already knew his answer and that this was just a technicality. She wouldn't have him here if was going to refuse. For the shortest of moments he considered refusing just to piss her off, but tat thought was brutally shoved aside. His damned existence would probably be made that much worse if he did. So before long he gave his answer: "It seems I'm out of options. Very well. I accept your offer."

"Good man." The faker felt something pulling around him. "You'll have the information on the life of the guy who's body your getting... Among other things " The voice seemed farther and farther away with each word, but it was still undeniably clear what was being said. "The information will be stored in your head like it would be if it was another copy of you after a Grail War. You will know everything that happened, but in a way that you would after reading about it." The voice echoed in his ears now. The world was black. "Good luck."

Finally he saw light again. He felt like he was falling. After looking around he realised that was because he WAS in fact falling. He looked at the direction of his destination, roughly a few kilometres below, taking a quick note than the land around it was all covered in snow and ice. As he neared he thought he heard a familiar voice, a universe away saying something along the lines of "this should be good" over the crunches of what sounded loke pop-corn. He frowned, feeling an unexplainable desire to impale a certain Wizard Marshall. He didn't know what, when or how, but he knew, just KNEW, that something was going to happen and that the damn old man has something to do with it.

Those thoughts went away as he finally reached his destination, going through thick ice into a body of someone who was still a child. Then the world was black again.

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