Multiversal Grail War

Tanya's POV

Dying isn't supposed to feel like this.

My last memory was clear: the battlefield, the flash of a sniper's scope, and a sharp, searing pain as a bullet punctured my chest. A perfect shot—too perfect. I never saw it coming. I accepted my end, expecting the void. Yet, instead of death, I wake up.

The ground is cold beneath me, not the battlefield I remember. I sit up quickly, scanning my surroundings. A city, modern, unfamiliar. Towering buildings, streets bustling with people, cars honking in the distance. The air is thick with energy—magic. Far more potent than anything I've felt before. My instincts scream at me: this place is dangerous.

A voice echoes in my mind. Cold, detached.

"Welcome, Master. You have been chosen for the Holy Grail War."

I freeze. The word Master settles uncomfortably in my mind. Chosen? For a war? And yet... it all makes sense. Like some part of me already knows what this means. The Holy Grail War, seven Masters, seven Servants, fighting for a wish. It promises power. It promises control.

A wish? A cold smile creeps across my face. If there's a chance to win this war, then I'll claim the Holy Grail.

Shiba Tatsuya's POV

Dying should have been final. I accepted it.

I remember the sensation—magic coursing through me, a targeted strike. I had no way to defend against it, no time to calculate my survival. The outcome was certain: death. I expected nothing after that—no consciousness, no afterlife.

But instead, I wake up.

The air feels different. It hums with energy, raw and untamed. I open my eyes and find myself in the middle of a busy city. Cars drive by, people walk the streets, completely oblivious to me. A city I don't recognize. The architecture is modern, but foreign. What is this place?

Before I can assess further, a voice speaks in my mind.

"Master. You have been chosen for the Holy Grail War."

I tense at the word "Master." This isn't a term I'm familiar with, yet it resonates deeply. I understand its meaning instinctively. Holy Grail War. Seven Masters. Seven Servants. A wish. My mind processes the information rapidly. This isn't my world, but the rules are clear.

A wish—something that could reshape reality itself. I think of Miyuki, my sister. If the Grail is as powerful as it seems, there's nothing I wouldn't do to secure it.

I stand, ignoring the civilians around me. They're not important. I have a war to win.

Elsa's POV

The ice always comes back. It's part of me, for better or worse.

I remember the cold, the fear of losing control. I was fighting—fighting for my sister, for my people. But in the end, the power within me overwhelmed everything. The last thing I remember is the crushing weight of failure, and then… nothing. No more cold, no more pain.

Now, I wake up to the heat of the sun.

I'm lying on the pavement, surrounded by towering buildings, unfamiliar and overwhelming. People pass by, completely unaware of me. The city feels alive, yet I sense something else in the air. Magic, yes, but not like mine. It's wild, chaotic. My fingers twitch, and frost creeps up the concrete beneath me.

Before I can move, a voice speaks in my head.

"Master. You have been chosen for the Holy Grail War."

I flinch at the word. Master. I don't understand it, but somehow it makes sense. Seven Masters, seven Servants, and the Holy Grail. A wish. Could this be the answer? Could I finally control my power, stop being a danger to everyone I care about?

My heart pounds as I stand, the ice retracting from the pavement. If this war can grant me a wish... then I'll fight. For Anna. For Arendelle. For control.

Tony Stark's POV

Yeah, I've had close calls before. It's part of the job when you're Iron Man. But this time? Yeah, I was done for.

The explosion was too close, the arc reactor failing as I tried to reroute the power. I felt the heat, the pressure—then blackness. I thought that was it. The end. But dying didn't stick.

I wake up, staring at the sky. Not rubble. Not battlefields. Just... skyscrapers? New York? No, not New York. This place feels off. I sit up and scan the area—people everywhere, walking like it's just another normal day.

"Where the hell am I?"

The voice answers.

"Master. You have been chosen for the Holy Grail War."

I blink. Master? Holy Grail? This sounds like some mystical mumbo-jumbo. And yet... I get it. Like I've known it all along. Seven Masters. Seven Servants. A war. And a wish at the end.

I don't know what kind of magic hocus-pocus brought me here, but I'm not about to back down from a challenge. If there's a prize at the end, I'm in. Besides, I've got tech for days. These "Servants" won't know what hit them.

Subaru Natsuki's POV

Death sucks. Every time.

The pain, the fear, the darkness—I felt it all. A sword through my stomach, an enemy I couldn't beat. I thought it was over. I thought maybe this time, there wouldn't be a reset.

But when I wake up, it's not Lugunica. And I'm not dead.

I'm in a city. A real city. Cars driving by, people walking the streets, skyscrapers towering above me. This isn't home. My heart races, panic setting in. Where am I?

Then, the voice speaks.

"Master. You have been chosen for the Holy Grail War."

Master? I don't get it, but something in me understands. Holy Grail War. Servants. A battle. And... a wish. A wish that could change everything. Bring back Rem. Fix my mistakes.

I'm shaking, but I clench my fists. This is my chance. My one chance to make things right. I can't waste it.

Newt Scamander's POV

I don't usually find myself in strange cities after dying.

I remember it clearly—facing down a dark creature, one that I couldn't save. It lashed out, and there was a blinding flash of pain. I thought I was gone, but when I open my eyes, I'm not dead.

I'm in a city—modern, with tall buildings and rushing cars. People walk by, talking, laughing, completely unaware of the strange magic in the air. The magic here feels different, foreign, and incredibly strong. I instinctively reach for my wand, but before I can cast anything, a voice speaks.

"Master. You have been chosen for the Holy Grail War."

Master? It's not a term I'm familiar with, but the words make sense somehow. Seven Masters, seven Servants. A war. And the Holy Grail. It's an artifact I've only heard about in legends, but if it truly exists...

A wish could mean protecting magical creatures, keeping them safe from harm. But war? I'm not sure if I'm ready for this. Still, I have no choice. If I'm here, I need to fight—for them.

Zuko's POV

Fire. It always ends with fire.

I remember the final Agni Kai. My fight with Azula. I thought I'd won—thought I'd regained my honor. But then, the fire consumed me. I died. I failed.

But now, I wake up.

This isn't the Fire Nation. This isn't anywhere I know. It's a strange city, full of metal and stone. People are everywhere, walking by as if nothing is wrong. I stand, feeling my body whole again, but the air here is... different. I can feel the power in it. Magic.

Then, the voice.

"Master. You have been chosen for the Holy Grail War."

I tense. A war? Seven Masters. Seven Servants. The Holy Grail. And a wish. I think of everything I've lost—my honor, my mother, my people. If the Grail can give me the power to restore the Fire Nation, to make things right...

Then I'll fight.

Conclusion: The Gathering Storm

We all woke up with the same confusion, in a city teeming with people. A voice echoed in our minds, calling us Masters. Seven of us, chosen for the Holy Grail War. The rules were clear: summon our Servants, fight, and claim the Grail.

The prize? A single, all-powerful wish.

For me all of us—Tanya, Tatsuya, Elsa, Tony, Newt, Subaru, and Zuko—this war is our chance. Our chance to fix what we've lost. To claim what we've always wanted.

And none of us are willing to let that slip through our fingers.