:Authors note hello fellow humans Darkwarriorthecursedhero but all of you can just call me Dark-Warrior. Oh boy it's been a long time since I did this to does who know me I used to work on RWBY stories they were not very good I was my first time doing this and honestly im still not very good at it. The reason why I stopped writing here was because I was losing hope after my editor retired and I was getting busy with high school and now im in my third college year but enough about my story I wanted to do this because no one would. I can't promise it will be great and I still need an editor all I can do is Try I hope I can make it to everyone's liking DM me if you want to help also thinks to 'I Am The Prophet' for letting me do this.

Chapter 1: Immortal Heroes

Fate/Astraea

Prologue: Immortal Heroes

Good morrow to you my beloved audience

My name is Sir William Shakespeare

There is nothing for you to be afraid

Though I must admit that mine is silence

I will be your narrator for this tale

Of a war between heroes and villains

Each fighting for a belief in humans

But things are about to change with a grail

This holiest object makes wishes reality

But one must win a war between seven

Our story begins with a travesty

With a young man who would defy heaven

We now go to the scene where it begins

Where he makes a wish that will change the world

*Fate/Astraea*

In a field of flowers, three people stood.

On is a male of average build. His black hair is unkempt, and his eyes are blue. His attire composed of a black shirt, gray pants, black combat boots and gloves. On his belt are two black pouches. This is Ritsuka Fujimaru, a member and now director of the Chaldea Security Organization.

Behind him is his servant Shielder. Her true name is Mash Kyrielight, a demi-servant human fused with the servant Galahad. The term should be former because Galahad is no longer fused to her. She wore black armor with a hole exposing her stomach, black gauntlets and boots, a garter on her right thigh. Lavender eyes peered through her lilac bangs over her face. In her right hand, she held an enormous cross-shaped shield.

The last person is a woman who is so beautiful that she could've been mistaken for a doll. Red pupils like rubies, a red stole, white stockings, and a white cap. This is Justeaze Lizrich von Einzberg, the core of the grail.

The one that manages the third magic that grants wishes.

"You have won the Holy Grail War," Justeaze spoke in a bell-like, beautiful voice. "Not many have orchestrated a war within the interval. As per the rules, any wish you make will be granted. So, I ask: What is your wish?"

Ritsuka breathed heavily. Cuts are on his uniform from the long battle he and Shielder had fought. Unfortunately for him, a spear pierced his heart, the tip buried just below his heart. Shielder managed to get him over to the Grail just in time.

But he's running out fast.

He needed to make his wish now.

"Do you know what I want to be Ritsu?"

His eyes widened as the memories began to play back to that day.

*Fate/Astraea*

"I want to be a hero of justice!"

Ritsu spat out his ramen as he stared in shock at his sister. They were in their apartment and sitting around the table eating breakfast. Their parents are dead, so that left him legal guardian over her. Her name is Suka, which is short for Ritsuka. Thanks to their parents, they had the same name. So, they gave each other nicknames using divided parts of the name.

Suka has shoulder-length red hair tied in a side-pony tail on her left with a yellow hairband. She is wearing her school uniform for Atlas Temple, or in this case, Atlas Academy. It consists of a blazer, green tie, stockings, white shoes, and a beret.

"What?!"

"You know, a hero," She chirped with pride. "Like Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman! I want to use my magecraft to help people and fight bad guys!"

"Suka, you know we can't," Ritsu sighed. "The Mage's Association prohibits us from using any form of magecraft to the public. The last thing we need is another witch hunt."

"And yet they allowed the big families to get away with genocide," She snapped, making him flinch with surprise. "I'm not dumb brother, I'm aware of what's going on at the Clocktower. As long as it doesn't threaten the concealment of magecraft, they can get away with anything. Besides, I can just say it's my metahuman powers."

"Yet you aren't a metahuman," Ritsu scowled at his sister. "You are a magus. And if you think you can use that as an excuse, you've got another thing coming."

"I know about the metahuman trafficking ring," She argued back. It was common knowledge considering its worldwide news to the magus and non-magus. "But that doesn't mean we can't try to use our magic for good. Take the Justice League! They have metahumans and one of them is even a magus!"

"Doctor Fate isn't a magus," He argued back, nearly shouting. He's a guy with the helmet of Nabu. The only reason that the association hasn't taken it is because of the fact they owe him for keeping our world secret. Think about it, do you think the world is ready to know that there are still magi out there?! How do you think I would feel if you ended up mistaken for a metahuman and taken away?!"

He soon came to regret shouting when Suka lowered her gaze. They were fortunate that the place they're staying is owned by the Magus Association, otherwise it would be problematic. Ritsu knew that some of Suka's friends were taken away by the metahuman trafficking. The Association wouldn't do anything about it because A) None of them are Magus and B) It's none of their business since it violates the concealment code.

Suka stayed so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"Suka, I'm sorry, it's just—"

"I know," She spoke in a quiet voice. "We're all scared of what would happen if we're exposed. People would look at us as targets for witch hunt or exploit us. Then there's the house lords that fight for power back at the Clocktower. If they get the chance, they'll start abusing their magecraft even more."

"But do you think that hasn't happened before?!" She asked, standing up from her chair and glaring at him. "People giving into their greed, anger, hatred, fear and despair? The various injustices that have been committed against people because they are different?"

Ritsu could only say nothing as she continued.

"The heroes of old faced that when they were still living! Even before they became heroic spirits! If they can do it why can't I?!"

Heroic spirits are the spirits of heroes. Those who have achieved great deeds in life, thus becoming objects of worship after their deaths. They're regularly summoned to compete in a holy grail war. Each of their souls reside in the Throne of Heroes, a place that exists outside the world and time axis.

"This is different Suka," Ritsu said. "We can't just go out there and—"

"So, you want to spend the rest of your life cowering from the world?" Her question irked him, but he didn't interrupt. "Like the rest of the Magus Association, who spend their days wasting their magical circuits away for more prana and power? Waiting for the next Grail war? While using concealment as an excuse? We are meant for more than this! Their legends are what inspired superheroes in the first place. They give us hope that we can do the same!"

She stared down at her brother.

"If I have to spend the rest of my life wasting my magic on secrecy, then I'd rather be sentenced as a criminal. I want to leave something worth thousands behind. The Throne of Heroes will be my heaven."

Ritsu stared at his sister with a dumbfound expression.

Then she grinned at him and began to chuckle.

"Besides, I'm pretty sure that the Justice League would lose to Heroic Spirits in a fight."

Ritsu laughed at that.

"I'd love to see that!" He admitted as he doubled over. "But we'll have to wait until the League become Heroic Spirits for the next Grail War. Right now, they're not keen on being killed at the moment."

"Yeah," She gasped for breath. "I'd love to see Superman get beat a Saber class servant. Who do you think would go head to head?"

"I'll have to see when I go to Chaldea."

"That's right! You're leaving, today aren't you?" She leaned in closely, pouting. "Are you sure you can't tell me more?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you more than that," He sighed. "They made it clear when I called the number on the flyer."

"I still can't believe that you got a job off a flyer," She huffed. "Meanwhile, I'm stuck at school."

"Come on, Suka," He spoke in a tone to cheer her up. "Think about it. Complete your studies, and you could make weapons and devices to aid you and your quest to heroism."

"I know, but…Wait…" She looked at him in surprise. "You're not…"

"I don't like the idea of recklessly risking your life," He affirmed. "But if you insist on following this path, I want you to be as prepared as much as possible. Atlas can help you get some experience in combat as well, just make sure not to curse anyone while you are there."

"I won't," She promised with a smile that said otherwise. "Only if you tell me what servant you are going to get."

"Considering that I'm headed to a frozen wasteland, that's going to be difficult," He smiled, scratching the back of his head as he did so. "Tell you what, I'll tell you when I get the chance. I might do a job well done and get an early pass."

"Somebody forgot that he as a lack of experience," She dryly commented.

"Hey! At least I can do my curses right!"

"What was that?!"

"You heard me!"

They engaged in the last act of bickering before parting ways.

*Fate/Astraea*

Ritsu marched through the halls of the Clocktower, the headquarters of the Mage's Association. It had been a year that he'd been away, dealing with the Grand Orders. His thoughts of a merry reunion with his sister shattered when he got the email.

He found the office that he was looking for and kicked it open. Sitting on a couch, smoking a cigarette, is a man in his early thirties with long loose hair. He wore a red coat with golden ornamentations on his shoulders. This man is Waver Velvet, or better known as Lord El-Melloi. A highly respected professor at the Clocktower.

"Director Fujimaru," He had a sour expression on his face. "Don't you ever knock besides kicking down doors?"

"What happened?" Ritsu demanded.

Waver sighed and stubbed out his cigarette. He gestured Ritsu towards the couch opposite of him. Reluctantly, he took his seat facing him.

"As you may have known, somebody has kidnapped your sister."

"No brainer Waver!" Ritsu angrily shouted. "I read the email! What I want to know is how the heck it happened under the associations nose!"

"Believe me, we're trying to figure it out," He sighed in exasperation. "We assume it had something to do with the incident."

"Incident?"

"While you were at Antarctica, She and her classmate Hakuno visited Cairo for supplies for a project. Only Hakuno made it back to Atlas, distressed. A search of the apartment they were staying at confirmed that there were signs of a struggle."

"How did they even know they were staying there?" Ritsu asked. "I thought the Association owned the apartment when I looked it up."

"It may have something to do with this," Waver stretched out a hand, and in a flash, a teddy bear appeared and landed on the table. "They won this as a prize from a street vendor. We found a tracking device inside of it. We didn't have any measures in place at the time, so they were able to track them back to where they are staying."

"Why did it have a tracker? What reason would it have a…" Ritsu's voice trailed off as realization dawned on his face. "Don't tell me…"

"When we interrogated the vendor, he admitted that he is part of the metahuman trafficking ring," Waver grimly confirmed his fears. "We couldn't get much more out of him before he committed suicide. His head blew up and his body immolated, meaning necromancy is useless."

Ritsu cursed at that. "But who was the metahuman that they were after."

"Hakuno said that she was the one who received it, so we can safely assume that she is the metahuman. According to her testimony, the kidnappers broke into their apartment and attempted to seize her. Suka blinded them with a flash spell and they ran out of the room. When your sister stayed behind to hold them off, she told her to leave without her and if she isn't with her in five minutes… Well, you can guess what happened next."

Ritsu looked down and clenched his hands. He couldn't blame Hakuno for what happened, he knew. It was obvious that she'll just end up captured. His sister, by her actions, was adamant about becoming a hero. He hoped that she is alright.

"What is the mage's association doing about this?"

Waver sighed as he lit another cigarette.

"They're not."

Ritsu's head snapped up in outrage. "WHAT!?"

"The association considers this outside of their jurisdiction," He spoke with obvious disgust. "They'll put out an alert for her, but that is all their willing to do."

"Let me guess," Ritsu snarled. "They wouldn't want this to expose us?! Over my sister? Who is also a magus!"

Waver simply nodded. "They've contacted Doctor Fate; he says that he will be on the lookout for her. But with the restrictions that the league is under, it's unlikely to happen soon."

Ritsu became quiet. The director of Chaldea looked down; sorrow etched on his face at the thought of never seeing his sister again.

Suka…

Waver looked at him and sighed.

"Look, I'm not saying that we aren't letting your sister stay missing. Enforcers will be on the lookout for your sister. If we find her, you'll be the first to know. I promise."

Ristu said nothing at all.

"I have to get to a meeting, feel free to help yourself to food in the mess hall."

He got up and walked to the door.

"One question."

Waver stopped, but he didn't turn to look at Ritsu. His head is still down with his hair over his eyes.

"Is the greater grail here?"

Waver turned around so quickly the hair whipped across his face. A surprised expression replaced the sour look. The greater grail is an object capable of granting access to the root and wishes. To use it, however, they have to participate in a Holy Grail War.

It is a magecraft ritual where seven masters summon seven servants to fight for the right to possession. Whichever pair is left standing will each have their wishes granted. After the Fuyuki Grail War, it entered a state of hibernation to accumulate energy for sixty years for the next one.

Waver was on his way to discuss its fate.

"Are you planning to start a grail war?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

Ritsu stood up and looked at him with steel in his blue eyes. Waver's reaction just gave him the answer he needed.

"No. I'm starting a new war altogether."

*Fate/Astraea*

Shielder slammed her shield upon the enemy servant, send its body scattering back to the Throne of Heroes.

After his conversation with Waver, he stole the Greater Grail.

After the theft, he took it to Chaldea's headquarters in Antarctica. Using his position as director, he ordered everyone to prepare for a holy grail war. Knowing that the emergency system would kick in, he ordered everyone to evacuate the area immediately. Their purpose was to make sure it would only last one day only.

So, they turned their headquarters, their home, into an arena of death traps.

The Mage's Association had sent a disciplinary squad to capture him and the grail, but they failed. Thanks to a servant that he already summoned, he held them off and banished them from the area.

Then came the rest of the masters. Each of them summoned a servant as per requirements of the Grail War. However, when they arrived, they were taken by surprise as they were sealed inside. Thanks to the spells in place, they couldn't escape the area. It also helped when the masters weren't too lenient on working together. They wanted to get their hands on the Grail no matter what they were hired to do. So, with careful nudging, Ritsu and Shielder managed to turn them against each other.

"Shielder!"

Shielder looked over to see her master walking toward her. HE had finished incapacitating the master of the servant she killed. Just because the rules allowed it doesn't mean they weren't going to stoop to killing the masters.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, just winded," She gasped. "It's difficult despite Galahad not in me."

"It will be worth it, I promise," He said. "Let's get to the grail before—"

Suddenly, a spear pierced him from behind. Looking over, he saw that the master he thought he incapacitated has just been faking. His hands were gripping the spear.

"You…" Shielder gritted her teeth and started forward, but her master held up a hand. Gripping the spear, he sent his prana through it and back to the wielder. He shook as the paralysis spell took hold again.

"Despise me or forgive me. Do what you will," He spoke with ragged breaths, but his voice held steady. "Know that everything I do is for Chaldea's mission to protect the reign of humanity."

The spell took hold and the master fell to the ground paralyzed. Ritsu fell to his knees as he gripped the spear.

"Master!" Shielder ran forward and broke the spear shaft. She reached for the spear tip in him, but he waved her off.

"Later," HE spoke. "It's staunching the bleeding. Taking it out will not help."

"But—"

"Later," He spoke with finality. "We need to get to the grail fast! Help me get there. Our war must begin now!"

*Fate/Astraea*

Ritsu got his head back into the present.

It's time to make his wish.

He clenched his right hand, his glove opened at the back, exposing his command spells. This is the first time he won a Grail war without using any of them.

He had come this far.

"At first, my wish would've been for my sister back," He began with difficulty. On the way, he healed some of the damage caused by the spear. But until it is removed, he can't make a complete recovery. "But then she would've been kidnapped by the same bastards all over again."

"So, you wish for the destruction of those responsible?" Justeaze asked.

Ritsu shook his head.

"No. I don't want to use this wish to cause more destruction. There has already been enough of it in my life."

"Then what is your wish," Justeaze asked, tilting her head.

Ritsu took a deep breath.

"The people behind this have been doing this to other people besides my sister. Brothers, sisters, daughters, sons, and loved ones torn from their families and they're afraid to fight back out of fear, hate, greed, and power. Even our worlds greatest heroes can't do anything because the people won't allow it. They're all content to let them and live with the illusion of safety."

He let that sink him. Behind him, Shielder looked at him in sympathy.

"But…"

Ritsu clenched the hand with his command spells into a fist.

"I will not let them dictate how I live my life! Nor will I allow them to abuse their power to ruin lives! These people need to see that there is always hope! That they don't need to let themselves feel subjugated to others! We can take a stand! Which brings me to my wish! I wish that every servant, whether they be Berserker…"

*Fate/Astraea*

In the dark of the night, at a forest clearing, a man wearing a green coat watched as cylinders are loaded onto a cart. Each of them contained a person floating in a tar-like substance. They are still alive, but they cannot move inside.

"What is the status of the shipment," He asked one of his guards, who're loading up their cargo.

"We're just about ready Count Vertigo," He answered. "We're just waiting for—Ugh!"

He stopped speaking as a black-red stake erupted from the ground and impaled him through the heart. Vertigo backed away from him as he gasped for breath. Two more of his guards appeared at his side as he gazed in surprise and shock.

"Count Vertigo was it?"

They turned to see a man dressed in a royal fashion standing under the moonlight. His outfit is as black as a shadow in the night, contrasting with his pale and long, silk-like white hair. He gazed at them as if they are filth.

"Answer this question…"

"You Filth," Count Vertigo spat. "You dare address me? Do you know who you speak to?" He gestured to his guards. "You two. Go out there and—"

Before they could move, two stakes erupted from the ground again and pierced his guards. They dangled helplessly in the air as blood trickled down the stakes.

"—Kill him?"

Count Vertigo at them with the horror of the thought this man making short work of them. HE turned to see him walking towards him as if unfazed by them. Vertigo could feel his eyes glaring at him.

"Repugnant filth!" Vertigo reached a hand to his headgear. But before he could activate it, his hand is pierced by another stake. His screams were cut off as more stakes pierced him turning the Count into a pin cushion. He was powerless as he watched the stranger approach him.

His royal arrogance became pure terror as he stared at him with the icy gaze of his. He gave off an aura of danger so powerful, Vertigo felt hopelessly weak and powerless before him. It was further increased when the stranger began to turn into something more terrifying.

"Filth? The only filth I see is you barbarians," He coldly spoke to the cowering count as fangs began to grow on his teeth and his body monstrous. "With whose permission do you dare corrupt my home?!"

*Fate/Astraea*

Assassin…

At Santa Prisca, three trainees for the league of shadows stood back to back. All around them, mist covered the island. They were the only ones with rebreathers as their fellow trainees lay scattered on the ground.

But that wasn't what killed them.

A childish giggle filled the air, causing them to tense up. They looked everywhere for the source, but it seemed to be coming from all around. The fog is too difficult for them to see through.

Suddenly, a rush of air and one of their own joined the corpses. One kneeled down to check. A nod confirmed that she is dead, However, what is frightening is that her comrade died instantly.

Then she became as still as a statute. Slowly, she fell to the ground with a knife in her back.

Behind her is the killer.

She is a white-haired girl with greenish eyes. Her attire is a black vest, black panties, and black stockings. Both of her arms are bandaged but only her left-hand wears a glove. Pink shoes cover her feet.

She gazed at the remaining trainee, who held her katana with trembling hands at the girl who killed everyone she trained with.

"Hello," She chirped happily as she retrieved her knife. "Will you be our mommy?"

The Trainee could say nothing due to fear. Then she screamed as she rushed at her. Without even moving, the Assassin slit her throat faster than she could even register it.

"What a shame."

*Fate/Astraea*

Caster…

Felix Faust staggered into a warehouse. His robe is torn, and blood is leaking from the cuts he had received. He glared at the one responsible for this state.

She is a woman in a red and blue dress. On her head is a red cap and on her shoulder is a mechanical bird. It was one of many who attacked him in a swarm, despite his best efforts, he couldn't keep them away from him. Her left arm, a mechanical prosthetic, grasped a staff with a purple crystal star on top.

She had a starry-eyed look on her face.

"AMAZING!" She squealed. "Is this how magic has advanced over the years? Can you do anything besides throw fireballs at me?"

"Who in the foulest things of the underworld are you?!" He demanded. "Why don't any of my spells work on you?!"

"I wonder if you can construct a barrier," She ignored his question and puts on glasses. "I think I will find out!"

She held out her mechanical hand, her staff vanishing. Purple energy gathered in it and became a ball. As she fired it at him, it became blue at the core. Its movement is slow as it traveled towards the sorcerer.

Faust put up a barrier of flames in front of him. When it made contact, it shone in a cross light, then. Exploded in a fusion of blue and purple energy.

The Caster removed her glasses.

"But then again," She sighed in disappointment. "I calculated that he'll use the flames to make it."

*Fate/Astraea*

Rider

"Those afar, hear my voice! Those near, gaze in awe!"

At a shipyard, a female knight stood atop a cargo crate, staring down at the thugs with guns. She wore a white cloak over her white armor and her pink and white hair is braided with black bows. In her hands is a white lance accented with gold. At her side is a white sword.

She grinned fearlessly at them.

"I am one of the twelve heroes of—"

She fell back in surprise as bursts of energy flew towards her.

"You could at least let me finish!" She groaned as she got back on her feet. "I haven't gotten to do that in a while! That's like the second time already!"

She put her fingers to her mouth and whistled. Behind her, a beast appeared. It had the front of an eagle and the hindquarters of a horse. Its appearance shook the thugs as the rider mounted her steed.

"Alright! Let's go Hippogriff!"

Hippogriff squawked in agreement and flapped its wings as it took to the air. The gunmen fired potshots at them, each of the failing to hit them. Eventually, Hippogriff flew low to the ground and charged at the group. The crashed into them and they fell to the ground, knocking them out. One was still conscience and tried to get up, only for the Rider's lance to finish the job.

"Well, I think that's all of them," She cheerily said, only for her eyes to widen. "Hippogriff!" Both of them vanished as an energy beam crashed into the ground, they were standing at moments before. They reappeared several meters on another cargo crate where a sniper took up position. He looked up in surprise to see them in front of him.

"Looks liked I missed one!"

Hippogriff grabbed the snipers head with its front claw and rammed it into the ground, knocking him out.

"Now THAT's the last of them. Only one thing left to do!"

She steered Hippogriff towards the cargo crate she once stood. Dismounting Hippogriff, she approached it and sliced it open with her lance. Opening it, she saw several frightened individuals huddled together.

"No need to be afraid," She tried to reassure them. "I've taken care of the bad guys! It's okay to—"

She ducked down as blasts of energy flew past her.

"Never mind!" she waved her hands as she closed the door. "Stay inside."

Turning her head to see more gunmen, she mounted Hippogriff and readied her lance.

"Can't you for once not interrupt me?!" She shouted as she charged at them.

*Fate/Astraea*

Lancer…

Two men are loading a struggling girl into a van. After some difficulty, they managed to get her inside and close the back doors. They got to the front and started the van.

"I swear," The driver angrily spoke as he drove the van. "We need to get restraints on these things."

"The boss said that we need them unharmed," His partner scolded. "It will ruin their price on the market."

"You're right," The driver huffed. "Still we should—"

Whatever he was about to say died when they heard the back-door crash open.

"Hey!" He shouted. "What's going on over—!"

Suddenly he lurched forward on the wheel, a red spear piercing through him and into the wheel. This caused the van to swerve out of control. It crashed through the metal fence on the road and descended down a cliff. It crashed into the ground, denting it in the hood.

The partner, still groggy, looked around him. His partner is dead with the blood dripping down the hole where his heart used to be. A few glass shards are embedded into his face, just like him. Thick ones impaled his heart.

Fortunately, he was a metahuman with the ability to regenerate, it was the reason he was selected for this job. He could already feel the shards being ejected out of his body. When he is fully healed, he unbuckled himself and proceeded to try to open the door. It didn't budge so he pushed it down.

He crawled away from the wreckage; his legs are still healing from the crash. It completely shattered them. The partner knew he had to get away and report to his superiors.

Suddenly, a pair of legs materialized in front of him. Shakily, he looked up.

In front of him, a man with blue hair tied into a rat tail gazed at him, with disappointment flashing in his red eyes. His outfit is a deep ultramarine full body tights, grey metallic pauldrons, and a metal plate over his lowest abdominal section. Hanging from his ears are silver earrings. A red spear is grasped in his hand, and the partner gasped as he recognized it.

"These are the guys they recruited?" He drawled. "Not much of a challenge. And theirs the fact that you have regeneration. That's a bit of a pain, but fortunately for me…"

His spear glowed a red aura as he placed a palm at the side and aimed it at the downed thug.

"… I can fix that."

Before he could even scream, the Lancer thrust his spear into his heart.

"Normally, I don't like striking down helpless opponents. But considering you had the guts to kidnap a helpless lady, I think I can make an exception."

*Fate/Astraea*

Archer

Somewhere in New York, Tuppence terror tapped her foot impatiently. She's waiting for her brother Tommy Terror to show up. They had another assignment from their bosses, and they couldn't' mess up like last time.

"Dammit, Tommy," She growled in a southern accent, smashing a nearby trash can, "Where the heck are you?"

She got her answer from the sound of footsteps running her way.

"Bout time!" She turned to face him. "Do you know how long I've waited for – Tommy!"

Her words of anger died down when she looked at the state of her brother. Lumbering toward her, he is skewered by a spear-like object in his torso. Which should be impossible because they each shared invulnerability. Nothing should be able to harm them. But Blood trickled down the spear as he approached her.

"Tupp…" He weakly spoke before falling down to the ground, Tuppence catching him.

"Tom!" She shouted in concern for her twin as she cradled his head. She glared at the spear. "Who did this to you?! Was it the Green Arrow?! Arsenal?!"

"No…" He breathed. "Red coat… White hair…"

Then his eyes widened.

"Run! It's him!"

Tuppence looked up to see the man who did this to her brother walking toward them. Like her brother described, his hair is white, and his skin is tanned. he wore a red coat over a black tight sleeveless shirt underneath. Cold steel eyes glared at her as he held a bow.

"It seemed like he still breathes," He coldly spoke as he materialized another spiral spear and loaded upon his bow. "I can fix that, however."

"Like I'm going to let you do that!" Tuppence snarled as she got up.

"Sister! You can't!" Tommy weakly protested. "We can't beat him…"

"We sure as hell can!" She snapped, never taking her eyes upon the Archer.

"Let me guess, you intend to charge at me and pummel me?" Archer asked, his bow never wavering. "Your brother tried to do the same, but he wasn't fast enough to dodge my arrows. As for your invulnerability, it's just a high defense that normal means couldn't penetrate. If the offense is bigger than the defense, it can't protect you."

"I'm gonna take your arrows and shove it up your pie hole!"

The Archer just smirked as a blue aura flared up. "All right then, why don't you come at me?"

"With pleasure!"

"Tuppence! No!"

His words weren't heeded as she charged at the red-cloaked archer. He spoke one word as he released the arrow.

"Hrunting."

*Fate/Astraea*

Saber…

A woman and her ten-year-old daughter ran down a street. Behind them, a lion-like beast pursued them. It growled as it ran on all fours to pursue its prey.

The daughter tripped and her mother came back for her. But that gave the lion time to leap upon them. She wrapped her arms around her and closed her eyes as she prepared for the impending death.

But it never came.

After several moments, she opened her eyes in astonishment at the figure standing between them and their aggressor.

It's a slender young woman in her late teens. Her blonde hair, tied into a bun with a blue ribbon, looked as if gold dust is sprinkled on it. She wore shining armor with a blue old-style dress underneath. The mother could only describe her as beautiful as she gazed in awe.

In the woman's hands is something that she couldn't see. Whatever it was, it kept the lion at bay with by its teeth and claws.

"Run!" She shouted as she strained to keep it at bay, her green eyes glaring at the beast. The mother heeded her warning. Taking her daughter by the hand, they ran for safety.

The Saber leaped back from the lion as soon as they are far enough. Putting some distance between them, she glared at the lion with disgust.

"Despite being released from your oppressors, you would submit to your animal instincts and attack innocent bystanders," She coldly glared. "An act unfitting for the king of beasts."

She raised her invisible weapon at it. "This is your last warning: stand down or give up your life."

The lion growled at her and charged.

"So be it."

She pulled her sword back. It glowed yellow as the wind obscuring it revealed a sword before she thrust it forward. The wind rushed forward like a lance and blew the head off the beast, scattering its remains into pieces. The Lion staggered forward for a moment before falling unto the ground, dead.

She didn't spare it a glance as she walked away.

"You never had what it took to be a king, to begin with.

*Fate/Astraea*

"… or any other class to be summoned here and now," Ritsu shouted, raising his fist to the air. "To assist in Chaldea's mission to protect the reign of humanity!"

*Fate/Astraea*

Bubble, bubble, toil, and trouble!

Fire burn and cauldron bubble!

By the pricking of my thumbs,

Something wicked this way comes!

For our foes of course!

Hope you enjoyed it. Anime twist I noticed has already been done under another name, so please consider this as a replacement. I'm actually hyped about this because I'm curious about how the Light will fare against the heroes of old. How this plays out, you'll have to ask Shakespeare when you see him again.

I should've done this before, but you all know I don't own any of the franchises. They rightfully go to their respective owners.

Tune in next time.