In the light of early morning, at the start of dawn when dew gathers as water, the sun arises to provide heat and nourishment, the symbolic renewal and arrival of spring-in-miniature, a pale-skinned, raven-haired figure saunters. With measured, saucy steps he walks into the forested hills beyond Fuyuki, at their forefront is a one amongst their number, now barren save for the Church that rests upon it's zenith.

Before him is a clearing, bathed in the warm and orange light of the sun, his skin prickling with the chill that comes with those first rays of dawn.

A flash of searing brilliance is reflected on a silver knife, its owner having whipped it out from places unknown, and with a bizarre gentleness pierces the virgin earth. With practiced ease, he drags his weapon through, leaving what was once clean and unspoiled now forever changed, a clean and pure field now forever marred.

A rich, loamy scent joins the other sensations at the height of the moment, and the summoning circle is prepared, faced to the open air. Perfect for the man's purposes.

His fingers, long and elegant, caress a well defined chin, and crimson eyes twinkle playfully as their owner considers his options.

"Hmm, oh yeah, this will work." With an effort of will, his Magic Circuits open, beginning to take in the energy of his life and catalyzing it with the Fifth Element that hung in the air, catalyzing as it interacted with the Foundation that laid hidden somewhere within the Spiritual Land of Fuyuki. The torn earth of the circle turned silver in the light of Mystic energies, and with the time now right the man began the ritual.

[center]"Let Silver and Steel be the Essence.

Let Stone and the Archduke of Contracts be Foundation.

Let there be no need for a patron, the roots reach deep.

Let rise a wall, a shelter for those frail things from the storm.

Let that which extends infinitely to the four cardinal directions close.

Let that three-forked road be washed away, a new path to tread through the woods has opened.

Let it be filled. Again.[i] Again.[/i] [b][i]AGAIN![/i][/b]

Fill that vessel fivefold for every turn, its limits broken through with every filling.

I shall declare this; Your body shall serve me. My grasp shall lie at the tip of your sword. Submit to the call of the Holy Grail, now come. Join me and submit in the face of this irrationality. Answer, and embrace that destiny!

On your knees you shall prostrate before me, and so be bound in my service. I shall grasp the ecstasies that lay beyond heaven. Feast upon the secret indulgences in the depths of hell. 

From that Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of power, oh Protector of the Ring of Balance!"[/center]

With a sound of a great storm blowing, silver mist erupts from the earth as immense magical energy is actualized from the far-distant Holy Grail, reaching out through time and space, to grasp for the Hero who would answer the summons of one man:

[h1][center][b]Mehdi Al-Beliya'al[/b][/center][/h1]

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