[center][i]An endless expanse, littered with discarded weapons.

A battlefield where only one person has ever stood.

The air she breathes is filled with flames and smoke.

But somehow, they don't find this world that unpleasant.

Because...

"... I am the bone of my sword-"[/i][/center][hr]
"Ha~aa."

A small figure seems to appear from thin air, visible for just an instant before the entire room is consumed by the explosion of light, sound and dust that followed their arrival. Swirling smoke and surging power combine, forming a maelstrom around a single point in the room, obscuring it from view. 

It was at this point that the being known as a [i]"Heroic Spirit"[/i] manifested. The constraints of the Grail System were put in place, as the Heroic Spirit EMIYA was shoved into the most suitable of the pre-prepared [i]"Classes"[/i]. A copy of the fake hero, who would someday dedicate their life to the world and become a Hero of Justice, was written into the world. 

...

The storm calms, and all that is left is an anomaly. A fake of a fake, a copy of a copy that was manifested under false pretenses, for the sake of acting in some grand, fake charade. And, even amongst all of these falsities, the individual standing before the Executors of the church was even more false.

Because the individual standing before them was a little girl.

She sighs, and opens her eyes to take in the environment she was summoned into. Countless intersecting observations and analyses fill her mind to the brim, as she turns to face the individual who was evidently her summoner, one eye closed in a playful manner.

"I take it you are the one who has summoned me, little girl?"

And so, the Archer-Class Servant of the most recent Holy Grail War made their first move.

Which was to tease her master in front of her peers.