"Das Material ist aus Silber und Eisen. Der Grundstein ist aus Stein und dem Großherzog des Vertrag."

These words that are spoken carry one singular intent, one singular purpose. These are the words which will summon the Greatest of Heroes.

"Schutz gegen einen heftigen Wind. Schließ alle Tore, geh aus der Krone, zirkulier die Gabelung nach dem König."

These words are spoken by a man who has one singular intent, one singular purpose. He is the man who will reclaim the Holy Grail; he must reclaim it.

"Füll, füll, füll, füll, füll. Es wird fünfmal wiederholt. Nur ist es die volle Zeit gebrochen.
" - Satz."

And yet, this man is not truly a man, but a golem. He is a golem who has one singular intent, one singular purpose. His purpose is to reclaim the Holy Grail for the family. Nothing else matters, nothing else carries any importance, for this is his purpose; his duty.

"Du überläßt alles mir, mein Schicksal überläßt alles deinem Schwert. Das basiert auf dem Gral, antwort wenn du diesem Willen und diesem Vernunftgrund folgst."

And yet, he has already failed in his duty once. This is not the first War, nor is it the second; it is the third. It is not even his first War, but his second. He was born - no, created - with one singular intent, one singular purpose, and he has already failed once.
He shall not fail again.

"Liegt das Gelübde hier. Ich bin die Güte der ganzen Welt. Ich bin das Böse der ganzen Welt."

For this time, the ritual has been altered. This ritual, intended to summon the Greatest of Heroes, has been changed from its original purpose. Though it shall still summon someone who can be called the Greatest, it shall not summon a Hero. Time and time again, this ritual has summoned Heroes, and yet none of these Heroes have proven capable of claiming the Grail.
So this time, this golem's ritual shall not summon a Hero.

"Du bist der Himmel mit dreien Wortseelen."

Nor shall this golem's ritual summon a Villain, for a Villain would certainly fall when their competition consists of so many Heroes.

"Komm, aus dem Kreis der Unterdrückung, der Schutzgeist der Balkenwaage - !"

This time, this golem shall summon something... Different. And as the light of the ritual fills the room, this golem knows that whatever he summons, it shall lead him to victory.
And when the light fades and the golem sees his Servant, with her bright silver hair, her astonishing purple eyes, her beauty any woman would envy, he knows the Grail shall belong to the Einzbern once more.

Fire.

There is nothing else. When he looks around, he sees nothing but fire. When he listens, he hears nothing but the screams of those trapped by the fire, consumed by the fire. When he breathes, his lungs are filled with the thickest of smoke, caused by this almost unholy fire.

And yet, this child stumbles forward, determined to reach the end of this hell, not knowing - or perhaps simply not caring - that hell has no end.

The air is as thick with screams as it is with smoke, and yet he moves forward.
He comes across bodies of those who have long ago lost their will to live, and yet he moves forward, awkwardly crawling over the corpses as if they were logs blocking a trail.
Out of the corners of his eyes, he sees some still clinging to what little hope is left, before it is snuffed out. Some are desperately trying to rescue their belongings or their families, only to be crushed as their houses collapse on their heads. Some have fallen to their knees, praying to God for protection or forgiveness, only for the dreaded fire to consume them like the rest. Some have given up on all else and are simply sprinting to any area which appears to have less fire than the rest of this hell, only to trip and fall to the ground as the flames catch up to them.
Despite all that happens around him, this child continues to move forward.

And in the end, shortly after passing an elderly man who appeared to be moving towards the fire, the child falls to his knees. His path has reached its end, as the only thing left in front of him is yet another wall of fire. His physical wounds are surprisingly light compared to what others have suffered, though he is still more akin to a corpse than any person should be . Regardless, the fire has already burned away all else. His mind, his willpower, perhaps even his soul have all been burnt away by this God-forsaken fire. In the end, as the flames catch up to him and threaten to consume him as they have consumed all else, he is nothing more than an empty shell.

But then... It comes.

The way It moves, you would swear It appears to be mud. But there is no way this could possibly be called mud. Nothing this beautiful, this pure could be named after simple dirty water. The flames seem to part to let It through, as if they believe it would be a sin to burn away something so pure.
And when the child sees It coming towards him, he smiles. As it falls over him, he knows that he will at least die in the embrace of something beautiful.

And yet, It does not want this child to die, for It can see the beauty of this child. It sees him, empty as he was, and as such without a single flaw. It can only dream of being as perfect as this child, and It loves him.

And he loves It back, for it is impossible not to love something so beautiful.

And as anyone would do for someone they love if given the chance, It chooses to save him.

It heals the cuts and burns that cover every inch of his flesh, allowing him to feel something other than pain again. It opens the airways of his smoke-damaged lungs, flooding him with air once more.
It even rebuilds the child's mind and spirit, allowing him to live again.

With the child's healing complete, It has to return to Its broken home. It is sad, for It was unable to embrace the one It loves so much, and the child is sad, for he never wanted to leave the embrace of the one who loves him so much, the one whom he had come to love so much. But for now, the child lacks the energy to return to the one who loves and is loved; for now, he just wants to sleep. He is barely able to keep his eyes open long enough to see a man stumbling towards him before he falls into the most peaceful sleep of his life.

When the child wakes, he is surrounded by brightness. The lights are bright, the floors are bright, the walls are bright, everything is so bright. The only thing he can see which is not bright is this dirty-looking man sitting by his bed. But even this man, after looking at the child, dons a smile that cannot be called anything other than bright.

He introduces himself as Emiya Kiritsugu - the child recognizes this man as the one he saw just before he slept. Apparently, this man had been wandering through that hell the child was in, desperately looking for someone still alive. And as luck would have it, he found the child.

As is formality, after giving his own name, he asks for the child's. The child thinks for a moment, almost unsure himself. But then, his memories of that beauty come back to him, and he smiles. How could he have forgotten his own name?

"Satella Shirou."