Fate/Mage

In one unremarkable family, in one unremarkable world, childbirth began. As expected, the future father hurriedly took his wife to the nearest maternity hospital and started to wait. Besides worrying about his wife, he felt joy bubbling in his heart. After all, he would soon have a son, or at least, he really hoped so. And he was determined to raise him as a kind, brave, and compassionate person who would never leave others in distress. Plans for the future are good, of course, but one should not forget about the present. So the fortunate man continued to wait patiently. After waiting in the corridor for several hours, the father-to-be began to worry seriously about the health of his wife who would be a mother soon, when he was finally called in. In the delivery room, the doctor assured him with a smile that the childbirth went smoothly. The father leaned over the mother, who was lying in bed and tenderly holding the baby in her arms. Gently touching her face, he said, "What shall we name him?" he smiled. Mother was about to respond, but for a moment her gaze lost coherency. However, the strangeness disappeared too quickly and went unnoticed by everyone except one ancient creature as old as time itself. Finally, she uttered a name.

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Consciousness slowly returned to Ddraig. The first thing he felt upon awakening was bitterness and irritation. He had lost to Albion again, resulting in the destruction of his host. And all this, despite all the power and might he so graciously bestowed. The previous host was not weak of course, but calling him an overpowered being would be an overstatement. A heavy sigh escaped the massive jaws. The dragon was definitely having a streak of bad luck. This was already the fourth defeat in a row (the fourth, dammit!). If the situation doesn't change, he will simply lose all of his revered dragon honor and will be left with nothing but admission that this bleached lizard is the mightiest dragon. Admission of his defeat. "I'll shove my claws up your face, you white freak!" the dragon thought. And he couldn't come up with any other way to alleviate his plight than to rely on his new host in the upcoming clash with Albion. "I should at least see where I've ended up this time," he lazily set his target. And as soon as he opened his eyes... "Well, I will be damned!" The sight that unfolded before the ancient giant was quite the shock. Stretching for many kilometers around him was an endless wasteland. And every single patch of land, from horizon to horizon, was scattered with rusted swords of all possible kinds and shapes. "Unlimited... Blade Works," flickered in the dragon's consciousness, and he exhaled in disbelief. "Wait a moment... how the hell do I know that?!" There was no point in questioning it. Ddraig perfectly understood where such knowledge could have come from. He just couldn't believe in the likelihood of such events. Every time he changed his hosts, he entered their inner world and found nothing but emptiness, typical for any newborn. But here he saw a fully formed and stable space, which somehow characterized its owner. And this leads to a certain thought. Could it be that this knowledge have been here from the beginning, even before the physical body came into existence? Ddraig would have continued pondering over this, but something else caught his attention. The dragon's gaze locked onto the only hill in the entire vicinity. On top of that hill, surrounded by numerous blades, laid an approximately eighteen-year-old boy, externally unremarkable except for his red hair. Before the dragon could fully examine him, his consciousness rapidly began to fill with information and various mental images. "The Holy Grail, Akasha, Air Gradation, Projection, Servants, Reality Marble, True Magic, Noble Phantasms... what in darmnation?!" The enormous stream of information showed no signs of ending and continued to uncontrollably pour into the ancient dragon. However, amidst all this chaos, he managed to grasp the most important thing for himself. Because of that, the dragon's visage spread into an anticipating smile, momentarily causing him to forget about all his accumulated questions. "I swear on the scales on my butt! I never expected such a host! What a miracle, who would have thought! An otherworldly being! Ha-ha-ha, hold on to your tail, Albion! The day when the wings of the Red Dragon Emperor will soar in the skies again is close!" echoed a majestic roar, foreshadowing the beginning of great changes.

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Translator's note: Welcome to my new translation of the great crossover fanfiction. Hope you'll stay with me :) Beta-reader: Nyanvic. Original author's note: Hello everyone, I am Deran. I have been writing for 8 years now. I have never shared any content for the English-speaking segment before. I hope someone will enjoy my work and it will leave a pleasant impression. For others, my request is simple - survive