Hello all! Yup, a FSN fanfiction. I'm experimenting with the idea of multiple dimensions and switched roles. Not really much of a spoiler but some of you might not figure it out reading it so I'm just going to say that Saber and Shirou switched roles: with Saber being the Master and Shirou the Servant. I don't really have much else to say other than read, rate, and review! The more reviews I get the more motivated I become to write! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Prelude to a New FATE

"So…Lancelot, is this what Camelot has become?"

A voice rang out in the field as two figures stared at each other.

Wind blew over the meadow and grass swayed.

Bodies littered the ground and blood ran like water.

Silence.

The two faced each other, standing on the small hill.

Both of them were tall, encased in metal armor from head to toe

One was monstrously tall.

One was of average height.

One had black armor.

One had golden armor.

One held a large ebony colored sword. Dark as night.

One held a gilded sword. Radiant like the sun.

Both were covered in thick red blood, marring the majesty of their armor and weapons.

"Camelot never existed after His Majesty left, it was never meant to be protected after Her Majesty was slain."

The other replied as such.

The two continued to face each other.

Both knew what he, Lancelot, spoke of.

"Is that why you went to Morgana?"

Spoke the one in golden armor, a soft statement.

No conviction, no blame, just stating the fact.

"You understand me well enough…Fake King"

The laxness in the air disappeared in an instant, replaced by a tension that chilled the air.

The one is black armor bent his knees, raising his sword.

The one is golden armor brought his sword forward, holding it straight.

"I didn't want it to end like this Lancelot."

The golden knights last attempt to avoid this confrontation.

"Blame the blood the flows through your veins, blame the body that was created the Fae. Blame that you exist."

Brief moments of silence before the two collided.

"An oath once given cannot be superseded by anything. Not even the blessing of the Fae."

Lancelot continued his arm tensing.

With superhuman speed the two warriors came at each other. The black knight swinging from his right hip to his left as the golden knight swung his sword forward. The jet black blade slammed into the flat side of the golden sword. The force of the hit made the two opponents stumble back a few steps.

Rapidly both swordsmen corrected their balance and rushed at each other once more. The blades flashed as they collided. Sounds of metal smashing onto metal resounded into the air. Sparks flittered. It was a dance of steal. The two knights dodged, parried, and fought. It wasn't a graceful dance, it wasn't a beautiful dance, and it was an ugly one. A dance of death.

After another mighty clash the two retreated away from each other once more.

"Dovakiin… the blood of the dragons is strong indeed."

The black knight spoke as his breath was heavy.

The golden knight did not communicate. He was preoccupied with something else. He felt something peculiar. He understood that something was wrong with his constitution. He shouldn't be this tired. He shouldn't be this weak. His sword shouldn't be at its limit already.

The dragon's blood was weakening.

"Lancelot, this needs to end."

The black knight straightened himself in response.

"No Fake King, YOU need to end"

He jumped forward his jet black sword creating a black streak in the air as it sailed at the golden knight.

The golden knight raised his sword to block the oncoming attack.

With the sound akin to shattering glass, the golden broke into fragments.

The golden knight leaped backwards, his crimson cape fluttering in the wind. The shards of his blade becoming translucent and disappearing as they struck the ground.

"You dare fight me with fakes?!"

The black knight roared as he placed another hand on his dark weapon and tilted to his side. He launched himself at his foe.

The golden knight reached into his cape and withdrew another golden sword, identical to the one he held last time.

The golden knight swung his blade lightly as he parried the horizontal swing over his left shoulder.

The black knight was suddenly pushed backwards a fair distance as the flat of a blade collided with his armor.

Looking back at the golden knight he saw that his foe now had two weapons.

The fight was serious now.

The black knight placed his large sword in front of him and pierced the ground.

"Arondight! There is no longer a need to limit you!"

Black winds started flowing around the length of the blade, howling as if the wolves themselves were greeting the arrival of the blade's true nature.

The golden knight crossed both blades in front of him.

"Arondight! Slayer of dragons!"

The black knight roared as he jumped forward, his sword raised behind his head.

He swung, the wind whistling at the speed of the incoming blade as it approached the golden knight with the force of an avalanche and leaving black trails in its wake.

The black blade made contact with the dual golden swords…

…and destroyed them.

The golden knight jumped back as his weapons fell to ruin.

A mark on the chest plate of his golden knight told how close he was to being wounded.

But the black knight saw something else.

His foe didn't get up as quickly, didn't gather more swords, his back heaved as if trying hard to breathe.

His opponent was at his limit.

Without any warning, he leaped at the golden knight once more.

For the last time.

The black sword closed in on the golden knight.

He pulled another golden sword from his cape in an attempt to block the incoming blade.

But it was for naught.

The black blade severed its golden counterpart and continued forward.

Until it made contact with the golden knights body.

As the black sword, Arondight, found itself in the abdomen of the golden knight.

Golden blood started flowing over the wound.

The golden knight coughed twice as he stared at the helmet of his opponent.

They stood, trapped in place for several seconds, before the golden knight made a sound.

He gave a bitter chuckle.

Lancelot removed his sword ever so slowly, as if trying to give as much pain as he could to his opponent.

As the blade came out the golden knight fell to his knees on the ground.

"This is the end of your reign Fake King, may your soul rest in peace"

He readied Arondight again.

He swung sideways.

A head came loose…

…as it rolled down that hill.

With golden blood flowing like water.

~.~.~.~.~

There was fire.

Fire everywhere.

As far as the eye could see. Flames as high as the trees. Screams resounding through the air as she walked forward, in a straight line. She kept walking. Energy long since lost, but her sanity being used to fuel her.

She was deifying the death and destruction. Deifying the encompassing fire.

Smoke and sparks flew high into the air.

She heard cries of pain and howls of fear. She could see blackened bodies litter the ground.

This was just a dream.

This had to be a dream.

Thoughts ran through her head as she tried to reject the reality. As she tried to reject the hell around her.

People tried to help others escape, some trapped in burning houses. Many begged for help.

But she only walked forward.

Eventually her legs gave way as she slumped to the ground. Her knees hitting the ground and eventually falling onto her back.

Was this how she was going to die?

In a hell-hole like this?

She coughed twice as her lungs tried to expel the smoke that she started to inhale.

This was the end.

This had to be the end.

Her mind started to slow down as she stared at a black sun that rose in the sky. Thoughtlessly she tried to reach for it. Her hands outstretched. She did not want help. She did not ask for help. She did not want to be saved. She just wanted it to end. For her and for everyone around her. She wanted to escape this burning world, in any way possible

Her eye lids felt heavy, the strength in her hand started failing and her arm started to fall.

But it didn't hit the ground. Instead it felt as if it touched something else.

Just before her eyes closed she gazed into the face of a weeping man. Tears flowing down his nose and cheeks.

"Thank you…thank you so much…thank you so very much"

Was that what he was saying?

She couldn't be sure. Her consciousness was slipping.

And she fell into a deep slumber

But why was he thanking her?

As she faded into black she felt a warm sensation in her abdomen. Not the burning warmth of the flames around her, but more of soft warmth. Like a radiant smile…like his smi-

Her eyes slowly opened. The suddenly influx of light caused her to snap them shut again. Hesitantly opening her eyes again she blinked many times, her pupils dilating and adjusting.

The first thought in her head was that she was no longer in that fire.

Her mind sluggishly started operating. The ceiling was white and tiled with fiber boards. There were rectangular lights covered with plastic. She moved her eyes downward as she saw more beds around her. She heard the beeps of ECG machines and the drips of IV stands. Turning her head slightly, she realized that she was lying on a soft pillow. She saw ventilators humming serenely as she suddenly became aware of her breathing.

She inhaled sweet beautiful air filled her lungs

Not tainted by smoke or the dying souls of those around her.

Just fresh air.

She must be in a hospital, the air smelled clean. Like rubbing alcohol and chemicals.

"How are you feeling?" a voice spoke.

Surprised, she suddenly sat up and turned towards the source of the noise. Her eyes landed on a man sitting in a black trench coat, the zipper opened to reveal a black dress shirt and tie. He was unshaven and had thick black hair that looked like a birds nest. His grey eyes seemed dim, but they were warm when one looked into them. His cheekbones and jaw were angular, signifying him of Asian descent, but he had no fat in his cheeks. He had a rather striking appearance.

Her brain suddenly caught up to speed.

This was the man that saved her. Instinct kicked in.

Quickly she bowed her head and closed her eyes. Her blond hair making a curtain around her face.

"Thank you very much!" she said. Or rather, tried to say. Her hoarse throat caused her words to tumble out a bit incoherently.

The man seemed surprise for a second, but his steel grey eyes softened as his lips turned into a light smile. He had the same expression on his face as she remembered in her final moments of consciousness in the fire.

"You're welcome. You can stop bowing. "

"No. I am truly grateful to you." She continued bowing her head. Her voice resolute. Her mind trying to think about ways to show her appreciation.

She felt a hand on her head.

"Please raise your head."

Nervously she slowly turned her head upward. The man still had a soft smile, but she swore that she could see tears in his eyes.

"How about we introduce ourselves? My name is Kiritsugu Emiya. What is your name?" he asked gently. He removed his hand and pulled a nearby stool to sit down.

"My name…" she started saying, her mind drawing a blank, "Is…Altria…"

"Altria?" The man said, enunciating every syllable of the name, "It's a beautiful name. Do you not have a family name?"

"I…I…" she stammered, closing her eyes trying to remember. But as hard as she tried all she could see in her mind's eye was the fire. She stopped when she felt another gentle hand on her head.

"It's fine if you don't remember. We'll sort it out eventually. I'm just glad that you're here among the living."

She stared at him. Unable to understand what was going on but she understood something: he was her savior. She could believe in his words that everything would be resolved.

"Thank you…." Her words trailed off as she felt herself fall back into the soft pillow and sleep clawing at her.

"No Altria…thank you"

Was she hearing things? Why was her savior thanking her again? She should be thanking him for the rest of her life!

Such thoughts slowly dissipated as her mind returned to blackness. Her eye lids covering her green eyes as she retreated into sleep.

~.~.~.~.~

"This is our new home Altria, how do you like it?" asked Kiritsugu with a small smile on his face as he watched the small six year old girl hesitantly walk into the old Japanese house. She glanced back at Kiritsugu nervously who motioned with his hand to continue. With a sort of child-like grace she took off her shoes and entered into the hall way. Her sock covered feet softly hitting the floor. Her eyes widened in awe as the dark wood flooring sprawled to either side of the house and light pink walls invited them. Directly in front was the living room that was separated from the hallway with paper screen doors. Large glass window panes let in the afternoon and directly revealed the giant yard behind the house. It was an ancient design with modern materials and influences. All combined it had a beautiful effect. Altria's mouth opened slightly with glee as she lightly ran into the living room and looked around.

"It's grand!" she said as spun once to try and get everything in view, her previous discomfort all but disappearing in a way all children do.

Kiritsugu felt his heart cry for a second. His daughter Illya had the same look on her face when they went walnut hunting. His wife Ira did the exact same action when she first came to Fuyuki City.

"Kiritsugu-sama?" a worried voice asked as he felt a tug on his jacket.

Shaken out of his self-induced depression he looked downward into the concerned stare of Altria. She was gripping his jacket with two clenched fists and her lips were drawn into a frown; a small "^" character on her face. Her green eyes were wide and clear and her hair was let down. She wore a small white jacket and black leggings under a blue skirt. It was adorable, she looked like a princess.

"Is something wrong Kiritsugu-sama?" she asked again.

Kiritsugu found himself frowning similarly. As polite as the Japanese language was, Altria used only the most reverent of words. Occasionally it was a bit much. Kiritsugu bent his knees and squatted next to the young child, so that he was eye level with her. He took her right hand into his and cupped it with both hands.

He could be selfish this once right?

"Altria, what did I say about calling me like that?" he asked with a small smile.

Altria's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, and then her eye lids came down as she scrunched her eyes as she tried to remember something. Kiritsugu found himself laughing on the inside; her face was just so expressive. She was just too honest a person, a real rarity in this day and age.

"Umm….to call you…." She said slowly, her eyes slowly widening.

"Yes?" Kiritsugu asked, encouraging her to finish her sentence.

"To call you…'Father'?" she asked, her face turning red in embarrassment as she looked downwards

A wry smile graced Kiritsugu's face.

"Care to try calling me that?" he asked.

He could selfish just this once right?

"F-f-father…" Altria looked downward for several seconds as her diminutive hands clenched in his.

"Yes Altria-chan?"

"Uh…are you well?"

"I'm just fine. Thanks to you."

Her head jerked upwards at the unexpected last line. Her eyes widening in surprise.

"Why don't you go explore the yard? We still have to set you up with a room and show you the rest of your home."

Kiritsugu gestured to her, an arm waving towards the glass door. Altria's face lit up as her blush disappeared. She nodded once and lightly ran to other side of the living room. She opened the door quickly and ran outside. Her face expressed amazement as she stared at the giant sakura tree and the little pond in a corner of the yard filled with koi fish (Authors note: I love koi fish. I have some as pets).

The girl brought a breath of fresh air into Kiritsugu's life. She was the only one alive in the fire that he found, and a foreigner at that. Her blond hair and green eyes telling of her European decent, but no family came to claim her as their own. Kiritsugu adopted her and she became Emiya Altria. Her release from the hospital was also a miracle in a sense. Her damaged lungs regenerated with inhuman speeds and her burns disappeared. The doctors were amazed, but also glad to let one go. They still had plenty of other victims to attend to who were indirectly hurt by the "Fuyuki Fire" as it was now dubbed. The orphans that were found were taken in by the church and some others were adopted.

A fittingly quick response by the government regarding a giant disaster that had no explanation to how it occurred.

And that was how the Fourth Holy Grail War ended.

Kiritsugu sighed as he reached into his pockets to grab a cigarette box and a lighter.

"F-father!"

A voice screamed out as he felt an impact in his stomach, startling him enough to nearly drop the objects in his hand.

"Altria? Is something wrong?" he asked, worry lacing his tone as he stared at the little girl that was currently burying her face into his abdomen.

"T-there was something r-r-really s-scary in the shed!" she said pointing towards the shed that was in its own corner of the yard.

"I'll go see, you wait here."

Kiritsugu slowly removed Altria from himself and sat her down next to the table. He put his hands into his pockets and proceeded to walk into the yard. He was quite sure that Altria found a raccoon or maybe a stray cat in the shed. It hadn't been used in the past week. He looked back over his shoulder and saw Altria looking back at him. He gave a slight nod and walked into the shed.

He was completely unprepared for what was there.

His heart stopped for several seconds as his blood ran cold. He felt cold sweat flow down his back as his eyes boggled.

THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!

In the days prior to the end of the Fourth Holy Grail War he had placed explosive charges all along the leylines. He blew those up to disturb the leyline connections so that another Holy Grail War would be avoided. By shifting the leyline the amount of mana reaching the Greater Grail wouldn't be enough for a war in the near fifty to sixty years. It was a contingency plan in case he failed in destroying the Holy Grail. They should be inactive or at the very least have low activity. The line underneath this shed was anything but.

Instead it was the worst case scenario. The leyline was bursting with mana. So much that he could feel it with his body. The leyline did not shift at all. To a magus like it was like being poured with cold water.

The only explanation was that the Earth was compensating with the destroyed leyline by forcing more mana down these lines and reestablishing it. Somewhere on Earth there was less mana, in exchange for more mana here.

This was bad. This was really bad!

The timetable for the Holy Grail war was every sixty years, when the mana from the leylines was enough to begin Heavens Feel. But this…this was an extraordinary amount of mana. From his calculations the next activation of Heaven's Feel should begin in not sixty, but ten years!

Illya….

His daughter...would most certainly be the vessel. She would most likely be placed under protection. Under magic so strong his current body would never be able to save her.

She was…unreachable now.

Kiritsugu felt tears fall down his cheeks. He couldn't save his wife and now he couldn't save his daughter. The Grail destroyed his body, and he was unable to do any magic. Hell, his life span was at best only 3 more years. All the hopes he had, left him.

Who could he turn to now? Who could he ask to help him save his daughter?

Her!

A voice suddenly spoke to him.

The girl who shows sensitivity to mana. Her!

Altria? Wait, Altria was scared by something in the shed. She probably sensed the mana, but that was impossible. She wasn't a magus.

She's not a magus, but she has potential.

Kiritsugu's eyes widened. Yes, Altria she had potential. He could teach her magic to go save Illya even if he couldn't. But could he? Could he force her to go and fight in a conflict that already took everything from her, even her memories? Could he?

Kiritsugu felt his resolve steel.

No, she has the right for revenge.

He thought.

But.

He was allowed to be selfish was he not?

He could let both of his daughters live peacefully could he not?

Kiritsugu turned around and left the shed, closing it.

There was a war to prepare for.

~.~.~.~.~

"Welcome Golden Knight"

"Dovakiin"

"The Limitless Forge"

"Master of Blades"

"Fake King"

"You have acceded to a new height"

"You have come here"

"To the Throne of Heroes"

Multiple voices overlapped, one completing each other's sentences as they melted together.

All he could see was a light that slowly dimmed as he felt himself sit in a chair.

This was it.

The Throne of Heroes.

He had done it.

Now all he had to do was to wait.

For the Fifth Holy Grail War to commence.

And so… he slept.

His eyes closing as he the warm light from Alaya washed over him.

Thus he slipped into a slumber, waiting.

~.~.~.~.~

There you go guys! What do you think? Any questions? Any concerns? Please rate and review! Now to deal with some issues.

First and foremost is Kiritsugu and his use of explosives to disturb the leylines. From the standpoint of the Naruverse what he actually did was (as according to the TYPE-MOON wiki):

"To ensure the destruction of the Great Grail, Kiritsugu used explosives to create a 'bump' in the nearby leyline, which would ensure a earthquake in thirty to forty years' time. By doing so he hoped to prevent a fifth war, but did not realize that the incomplete ending of the fourth war would cause the next war to occur in just ten years."

So I DO know what the cannon plot was. My idea was that I needed a mechanic that would explain Altria's sensitivity to prana as well as serve as a way to introduce the idea that Kiritusugu would have to train Altria in preparation for the next Grail War.

Now, onto the next issue. Who is that Golden Knight? Could it be…GILGAMESH?! No, not at all (LOL XD). If you pay attention here and there you should know who it is.

Finally, please refer to my author page for works of art to help you visualize the characters, their weapons, and armor is different stages in the story.

Thanks a lot for reading this authors note and the story! Please stay tuned for the next chapter!