[h2]Arturia Pendragon, Saber[/h2]

The blue motes of light gather and swirl, rising from the blazing magic circle. They collected and gathered, beginning to manifest something... more. Feet, clad in silvery-armored boots, and then rising further to reveal a blue dress. Further and further they rose, manifesting more of a dress, further armor plating... and still, it rose. The form it revealed was lightly-built, clad in armor, armor worn over a rather elegant blue dress. Two gauntlets rested on the hilt of something invisible, a hazy sheen of air twisting and manifesting around some sort of weapon. It was impossible to tell, however, exactly what was there. As the light rose further and further, it finally revealed the Servant's face. Green eyes, blonde hair, and a girl's face.

Saber gazed at her Master. The memory of her previous summoning was... fresh in her mind. Terribly so... she had been forced to destroy the holy grail. She had been... she'd... Lancelot... She had to strive for victory, in order to fulfill this wish. The crushing loss of the grail and a reminder of all her failures served to tell her that she must win, in order to prevent that suffering from ever occurring in the first place. Her summoner was a girl, perhaps in her twenties, with dark clothing and dark hair. And yet... this was different, wasn't it? The information had swiftly filtered to her as she was summoned. This was unlike the previous war she had been called into. It was a battle to protect the world from a terrible possibility.

And so, Saber pushed her wish from her mind. For no matter what her desires were, no matter what tragedies had come before, she was a knight above all else. A knight's duty was to protect those in need, to conduct oneself with honor and dignity in the face of adversity.  No matter what her memories may contain at the moment, no matter how terrible the situation had been previously... Arturia Pendragon would not allow it to sully her knighthood.

Indeed, regardless of circumstances, there were two chief duties held now, within the Servant's mind. One was to fulfill the purpose she had been summoned for, to defend this world from whatever terrible possibility could befall it from this strange grails all across different versions of reality. The other was the protection of the girl in front of her, the Master who had summoned her to this world. Regardless of her previous experience as a Servant, this duty did not change in her mind. The only way she would possibly reject such a duty was if her Master proved herself to be a person of dishonor and cruelty.

And so, hands on the obscured hilt of her sword, her green eyes fixed firmly on her Master... 

"I ask of you, are you my Master?"