She ran. She didn't know where she was going, but still she ran. Several steps behind her, the silhouette of a man brandishing a sword calmly walked towards the girl.

Before she knew it, a path was taking shape ahead of her. Walls formed around her, forming a narrow corridor. And at its end a door awaited. Grabbing the doorknob, the girl tried to open it, but it just wouldn't budge. She shoved it with all her might in an attempt to break through it. It gave in to her assault and finally opened... only to reveal a dead end. She was paralyzed, but the sound of footsteps behind her brought her back to her senses. Turning around to face her assailant, she saw herself completely cornered and trembled in fear.

"This is just a dream..."

The man crept in ever closer, tightening the grip on his weapon.

"This is just a dream..."

The man raised his weapon and thrust it directly onto the girl's heart.

"NOOO!"

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Alexandra woke up suddenly, damp in sweat. She took a few deep breaths before she finally calmed down and sighed in relief. She was no stranger to such nightmares, having experienced them with frequency, but even so she rarely had control over her own dreams.

She heard the door to her room open and sat up on her bed. One of her maids walked in and bowed to Alexandra.

"Good morning, mistress. How do you feel today?"
"I had another nightmare, but I'm fine now."
"Do you want me to prepare the bath before breakfast?"
"Yes, please do."

The maid bowed once again then left the room. Alexandra moved on to the edge of her bed and pulled a cloth from her nightstand and wiped the sweat from her face.

"Are you sure you are feeling well, master?"

Alexandra turned to face the voice and saw a man wearing a blue set of armor sitting on a chair beside her bed. It was the Servant she summoned the night before.

"Yes, It's not rare for my mornings to be like this. I'm already used to it."
"Even though you seem rather restless?"
"Yes, I'll get better soon."

She dropped the cloth on the nightstand and began to stand up when her Servant helped her up.

"I can stand on my own, Saber."
"But I want to help you. At least until you recover."
"Save that to when I really can't stand."
"... Very well."

He let go of her arm and Alexandra grabbed a hairbrush from the nightstand and started to fix up her hair in front of a mirror.

"So, aren't you going to tell me your name?"
"I did not lie when I said I had none."
"Then at least tell me about your legend."
"I was nothing more than a vagabond with a sword. I traveled from place to place with no other reason than simply to help others."
"Really? [i]I guess a nameless Servant is what I get for not using a catalyst...[/i]"
"Do not let my lacking a name bother you, I assure you that I am a capable warrior."
"Don't let me down. I'll be depending on you in this war."

Saber bowed in response.

When she was finished with her hair, Alexandra stood up and headed to leave her room.

"You don't need to follow me into the bath, by the way."
"Do you take me for a pervert?"
"No. I just thought it would be better if let you know in advance."

Saber narrowed his eyes at her, but just sighed and entered spirit form.

Alexandra looked over the back of her right hand. The three Command Spells, the proof of her title of Master, shaped like an eye could be clearly seen.

[i]"I have to win this war otherwise I'll..."[/i]

Clearing off the gloomy thoughts, Alexandra headed for her bath.