To say you were excited for the Holy Grail War would be an understatement of an understatement. You'd practically been preparing for it for the last decade. Ever since that great fire back in 1994 at the end of the last war, you'd been training for the day you could summon your own servant and compete.
So imagine your shock and awe when you saw those precious command seals appear on the back of your hand that fateful morning. It felt as if all your dreams were coming true. The grail had deemed you worthy to compete for a chance to win the ultimate prize... a wish. Any wish your heart desired.
You remembered not paying much attention in school that day as you tried to finalize what servant you wanted to summon. You knew for certain you wanted someone from the Saber class as it was the most powerful and you definitely wanted a warrior who was noble and chivalrous. The last thing you wanted was to be partnered with a jerk.
After school you went straight home instead of the archery club and went to work skimming through your history books. There were so many warriors from times past that wielded blades and embodied nobility, but there was one above all others that stood out to you... King Arthur Pendragon.
You knew the story of the king and the knights of the round like the back of your hand. Your father actually used to tell it to you when you were younger just because he knew how much you liked it. The king who wielded the sword of promised victory and the sheath known as Avalon would make the perfect servant.
With your mind firmly set on this noble warrior you began the long and tiring process of gaining a catalyst for the summoning. It took a few days but eventually a favor owed to you by the priest who'd be officiating the Holy Grail War, came through and got you what you needed. You came home to find a small black box in your mailbox with a letter from the odd man attached. Inside was a little chunk of stone that to the casual observer looked like nothing of note. You knew better though.
You went to bed early that day and set your alarm to an hour before midnight. That gave you more than enough time to get all the preparations for the summoning in order. At 12 o'clock midnight your magical power would be at it's peak and you'd summon the most powerful servant class in the entire war.
It was 11:55 when you began the ritual and all around you you could feel your magic energy spiking. You said the chant, gave your blood, and channeled your power forth. The clock struck twelve, and your energy surged! Power and pain erupted from your body and you coiled from the burning sensation on your hand.
The summoning circle began to glow an ominous blue glow and the power in the air caused any loose paper and junk to be tossed aside. The pain was starting to become too much, you though you might black out. But then something else happened, the pain ceased and your entire world went white.
It was like a flashbang had gone off in your near vicinity and it was hard to focus. The light began to die down, but your vision was fuzzy. You couldn't tell what was around you, yet the voice that came from above was loud and clear. Wait!? Above!?
"Are you worthy to be... my... master?"
It was then your vision cleared and turned towards the sound. What you saw made your eyes bulge. You'd done it! You'd successfully summoned a servant. But... something wasn't right. King Arthur was a man, and this person was clearly female. Golden blonde hair, jade eyes, silver armor and a blue dress? Not to mention she was huge!
Wait a second. Taking a brief moment to survey your surroundings it became all to clear what had just happened.
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