Radiant----
You were honest, prideful, and affectionate.
Your smile was as gentle and brilliant as the morning sun.
You were compassionate. You loved all that is good and believed in Justice.
Even though you despised conflict, you were unmatched when you wielded a sword.
The shining blade, which righted all wrongs in the world and purged all evil.
----A faeirytale prince.
Such a prince did not exist.
It was meaningless to seek him.
The real world was rather cold and ruthless.
We were raised under these doctrine, by our loved ones, by our teachers.
Or in other words, by the world.
The world was cold and merciless.
It was drenched in black, at best it was grey.
Princes or white stallions, those did not exist.
Dazzling dreams and illusions would not exist anywhere.
But we knew.
The prince existed somewhere.
That's right, we knew.
For him to have existed in fairytales, he must lived somewhere.
Yes----
We knew.
Brilliance (You) existed in this world.
Fate (You) existed in this world.
Parted at times, united at others, but one day we would be united.
Even if we were torn by the darkness of the world.
Shrouded in grey and silver, wielding a blade more radiant than everything
------ You, have arrived.
Fate/Prototype Argent Fragments
The dead cannot return.
That which hath passed is forever lost.
No matter how great a miracle,
It may only affect those who still exist.
The dying world shall be saved once again.
Heavenly Jerusalem shall appear once more.
The Kingdom shall judge all.
And from the hither shore of the roaring waves, seven heads and ten crowns shall emerge.
O’ you which hath sunken deep into sin.
Thy name is the Enemy.
Thy pursuits are of gluttony.
Thy praises shall morph into blasphemy and sweep across the land.
The miracle that nourishes this land shall be the foundation.
Henceforth I invoke the law of reversed logic, and show all the lost love of our Lord.
Holy Grail War.
That was the slaughter on which the magi gambled their wishes.
There were seven magi who gained the Angelic Ranks, and seven Servants.
The Heroes of the past who died of "unnatural causes" acquired the spiritual vessels known as Servants and were able to briefly materialize in the modern world. These Heroes then gathered with their Master magi and waged fierce battles that were beyond human comprehension, until there was but one left.
The time was 1999 AD.
The end of the past millennium.
At the promised land in the Far East ---- the latest Holy Grail War began in Tokyo.
Now----
There was a Servant standing before me.
Grey eyes.
Argent armour.
The strongest Servant stood beside me, the 7th-Angel of Rule, the lowest ranking Master, and vowed to fight in this war together.
The knight who vowed to protect me.
Sabre.
You towered over me at that time.
I gazed upon you, the same you from eight years ago.
Eight years ago, you stood by my sister, fighting at places I did not even know.
There was so much I did not know.
What happened to you?
What happened to father?
This Holy Grail War, what was its purpose?
What happened to my sister?
Sister---
Manaka.
The one who was more dazzling than everyone.
The one who fought by your side in that Holy Grail War 8 years ago.
I was young at that time, so I could not recall much now. However, I could remember some things.