[center][b][u]Ruler[/u][/b][/center]

It was cold. It was that air that signified how the sun was going down, and the war was coming in full force. In a way, he knew it was coming. He also knew that he had to accomplish the task set forward, and that... That was Ruler's burden to bare. And carry it he would, like a cross upon his back. "The storm is coming." He said those words, in a way that was as cryptic as possible. As if he was taking some glee in the idea of it. "Or perhaps, I am the one who has been forced to carry the burden of starting it." 

For a moment, Ruler thought about this. He could ignore it. He could refuse his duty to strike the gong of war. He could refuse to repeat the past. I could spare the world of this. He could avoid it. He could could leave them to their own machinations. But he was not that man. He was not the kind of man to refuse the call given to him. Maybe that was his flaw? The fact that he could never turn away from something, no matter how dangerous. All he had wanted in life was the quiet life. He had to put that to rest. 

Ruler stepped out onto the fields. Cold wind brushed through his hair, and a sigh escaped his lips. This was America, wasn't it? To think that in life he had never dreamed a nation like this possible. But that was the fate of a man who had been a farmer, and only became the hero he was because of the desperation of others. "Very well... I accept this burden."

He had said that too often. He hadn't truly regretted saying it till now. Falling to a knee, he wrapped a hand around the wooden grip of his weapon. Fingers digging into the cherry wood. "I accept the consequences, as ruler of this Holy Grail War!" The weapon was raised. And...
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All of them heard it. No matter where they sat in the world. No matter how far from the plains. No matter what they were preoccupied with... They could all hear it. All who possessed the power to anyway. Mages from all over the world turned their heads for a moment, and they knew it was finally here. It was a sound that reached even the Mage Association. A shockwave that reached even to Fuyuki. From her window, Rin Tohsaka looked out into the night sky. 
"I guess it was going to happen either way." She said, turning her gaze to the attendant besides her. "You think they'll manage a war without a single death?"
"Unlikely. History repeats. That's why they summon heroes from the past." The attendant said, adjust his red cloak. "They exist to repeat the stories told about them. They sacrifice themselves for an uncaring world, and they die again and again. Only they can hardly be called heroes at this point. They are ghosts. Fighting on the whims of men and woman who seek to control the world."
"You know how that feels, don't you?" Rin whispered softly, and the man nodded in response. "That was a shot heard around the world just then. Now the whole world is watching. Their eyes focused on that city."
"At the very least one thing is clear." The man said, a hand on her shoulder. "This may very well be the final grail war."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
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Ruler hung his head. The deed was done. The consequences of this would hang on his shoulders now. He could no longer walk away from the action he had pushed himself down. His coat billowed in the aftermath of that. And he walked through the field. Making his way to a place to observe all this from. 
"Now is the winter of our discontent..." He whispered, and he hated how the words rolled off his tongue. Making speeches just wasn't for him. 

[center][h1][b]Night One has Begun[/b][/h1]
[h3]The current time is [color=orange]Sundown[/color][/h3]
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