Extra's Stories

"Has Fate returned yet?" Erza asked.

Makarov sighed and shook his head. The redhead nodded in understanding, then bowed slightly to thank him before turning away. Without another word, she left.

It had been nearly a month since Fate disappeared.

After Mira had nearly torn off his left arm, the white-haired boy hadn't set foot in Fairy Tail again. Scathach had acted swiftly, using her runes to stabilize his injury. Together with Makarov, she rushed him to Porlyusica's home, moving so fast that even the guild master was stunned. She had reached the reclusive healer's cabin in under a minute—a feat that left Makarov uneasy.

Porlyusica had been her usual irritable self, scolding them for bringing her another troublesome patient. But the moment she saw Fate's mangled arm, her demeanor shifted. Without hesitation, she took the boy from Scathach's arms and got to work.

Once Fate was stable, Makarov had turned to the spear-wielding woman, curiosity and concern etched into his aged face.

"Who are you?" he had asked.

Her response had been unexpected.

"Scathach Redgrave."

Makarov had frozen. He had suspected something was off about her from the start, but hearing that name confirmed his suspicions.

Fate hadn't denied it. That alone was enough to leave both Makarov and Porlyusica in stunned silence.

They looked nothing alike, yet the similarities were undeniable. Scathach's mastery of Rune Magic, her prowess with a spear, the way she carried herself with an air of authority—it all made sense now. Makarov had always found Fate's close-quarters combat style unusual for a mage. But after seeing her in action, he understood. Fate had learned from her, his mother.

And now, he was gone.

Makarov sighed, watching Erza walk away. He felt the weight of unspoken words settle heavily in his chest.

'I'm sorry, Erza…'

Fate had brought Scathach to the guild, likely hoping to convince her to let him stay. But that hope had vanished the moment she saw her son's arm nearly torn from his body. Any parent would have taken their child away from such a dangerous place.

And so, she had.

A month had passed, and Fate had yet to return.

Makarov hadn't found the heart to tell Erza the truth—that the boy who had always been by her side might never come back.

Inside Kreuz's Store, the bell above the door chimed as the blacksmith looked up to see a familiar redhead who had been visiting regularly. A warm smile spread across his face. "Greetings, Erza."

"Hello, Erhard." Erza replied, stepping into the shop. "Have Fate stop by?" She asked, her heart hopeful that he might have news.

"Sorry, still no new from him. But I do have something for you." Erhard's words made Erza's eyes widen with anticipation, Erhard walk back into his force before returning with a sizable red box.

He set the box before her, and Erza glanced at it, then back at him. "What is this?"

"Oh, right. Fate asked me to create this for you. Instead of giving it directly to you, he infused it with a bit of his magic before returning it to me, asking that I present it to you when you visited." The blacksmith folded his arms, a grin on his face. "It just arrived this morning. What are you waiting for? Open it!"

Erza narrowed her gaze at the box, her hands trembling as anxiety gripped her. She feared this might be a goodbye gift, a sign that she would never see him again. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she slowly unlocked the box. Inside lay a pair of nearly identical short swords, their curved, single-edged blades a dark gray. One had a scarlet red handle, while the other was a deep blood-red. Runes adorned both blades, and as Erza looked closer, she noticed a small note nestled among them.

"Scarlet and Redgrave." She murmured, calling the name of the swords.

Scarlet and Redgrave - Married twin swords forged by the blood of both you and I. Wherever one goes, the other will follow. I know you're probably angry as you read this and might want to destroy these blades or cast them aside. I wouldn't blame you. I'm going on a training trip for a while; I realize I'm not strong enough. So, Erza, grow stronger with me, and we will reunite in the distant future.

P.S. If you don't want me to return, just tear this piece of paper, and I'll understand you want nothing to do with me.

Tears streamed down Erza's cheeks as her hands shook with emotion. "Idiot..." she whispered, gazing at the swords. Wiping her tears, she carefully set the note back in the box and took hold of both blades, wielding them with ease.

"Married swords..." she repeated softly, swinging them through the air. The blades felt light and comforting, almost as if they were made for her. "You better come back… Fate."

With a low tone, she placed the box into a pocket dimension, safeguarding it from harm. Turning back to Erhard, she bowed her head in gratitude to the kind man who had supported her and Fate over the months, before leaving the blacksmith.

Erhard could only look at the retreating back of the redhead before sighing and shaking his head, "That foolish boy, leaving a perfect girl waiting."

Erza entered the guild in silence, the brawl ceased momentarily after seeing her walking back in, but she just grabbed a job before leaving, not even bothering to stop her guild from fighting something that shocked everyone.

Mira, sensing Erza's cold demeanor, refrained from provoking her. She understood the depth of Erza's emotions and felt her own guilt gnawing at her. If their roles were reversed, and Erza was the one who almost tore off her sibling's arm. She might also react like her or even worse.

Her guilt is slowly eating away at her, and what makes it worse is that the extra didn't even come back for her to even apology.

Back then, at Porlyusica's, Makarov rushed in, his heart heavy with worry as he spotted Fate lying on a bed, blood staining the sheets. The boy's left arm was heavily bandaged, runes trailing down it.

"How is he?" Makarov asked, concern etched on his face.

The boy's eyes look empty as he is lost in thought again.

"You idiot!" Porlyusica scolded, smacking Makarov on the head. "I thought I told you to keep an eye on him! How could you let him get hurt like this?!"

Makarov winced, almost wanting to run away, but his eyes landed on the boy on the bed before the tall woman suddenly smacked his head, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Ouch! What was that for?!" he exclaimed, looking up at the woman next to him causing the two old Fairy Tail Mages to look at them.

"It's because you didn't use Reinforcement on your arm," Scathach pointed out, arms crossed, annoyance clear in her voice. "I thought I taught you better."

"Just because you're right doesn't mean you're correct," Fate replied, oblivious to Scathach's glare.

"What does that even mean?!" she shot back, ready to hit him again.

"Ahem. Excuse me," Makarov interjected, gaining their attention. "If you don't mind me asking, who are you exactly?"

'What should we tell him?' Scathach thought through their mental link.

'What do you mean?'

'If I suddenly claim to be your teacher, they'll get suspicious since I just appeared out of nowhere. I'd rather avoid that.'

Fate struggled to find the right words, but Scathach spoke first. "Scathach Redgrave. I'm the brat's mother." Her declaration filled the small room with unexpected authority.

Fate's eyes widened in disbelief. The woman beside him was calling him her son, a stark contrast to his past life where his mother had abandoned him. Now, someone was willing to acknowledge him, an extra who shouldn't even exist in this world, as their child.

Everyone turns to the white-haired boy, his expression darkens but they can see a small smile on his face, a single tear running down his right cheek. "I thought... I would never get to hear those words."

The two didn't need to ask any more questions seeing the boy's reaction, Fate and Scathach recognized each other, and it wasn't their place to question further.

Makarov has put up a story in his mind that Fate and Scathach were separated from each other before he was captured and had to live as a slave for some time before escaping with Erza, then after so many years his mother, Scathach finally found him, and came to pick him up.

After some time, seeing that his injury is mostly healed both Fate and Scathach decide to leave. Makarov wants to apologize for what happened with Fate, but the boy said it has nothing to do with him, so he shouldn't apologize. Which only makes Makarov feel guilty for not stopping sooner.

"Uhh... Scathach." Fate uttered, walking through the woods beside her. He hesitates, not knowing what to say. The woman next to him just claimed to be his mother. "What you said before...Uhh."

"What? Does it make you feel uncomfortable?" The servant said not even bothering to look down at him, she knew her master was kinda touchy with the parent subject, seeing how he is a 12-year-old living in the woods and working for a guild to earn some form of sustain for his living expenses.

"Actually... thank you." His words catch her somewhat off guard. "Actually we could use that as a cover story if anyone ask..." He said turning away, making the heroic spirit raise a brow before she suddenly remembered his words back in that house not long ago.

"I thought... I would never get to hear those words."

'I see, so his mother abandons or dies early. And I just claim to be his mother and call him my son. Which must mean more to him than I have thought.' Her red eyes narrow down at the white-haired boy next to her before stopping in front of him and kneeling to eye level with the boy. "I won't mind adopting you, so... do you want me to be your mother?"

"I..." Fate opens his mouth but he can't seem to push his word out, despite looking like a kid, he has already lived over 20 years without a mother figure, so what point of having one now? Yet the word that came out from his throat betrayed his thought. "Yes..."

His desire says otherwise, even though he doesn't know why he says that. The extra can only look on at the Lancer in front of him, the woman just smiles, placing a hand on his head and ruffling his hair.

"Don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you." She said with a smile before she sent an ominous presence a dark figure walked out that looked like a human male, wearing a cape while holding a katana.

"That is..." Fate uttered.

"Stay back that is..." Scathach said standing in front of her master, now adopted son.

"- A shadow servant." Both said in unison as the figure charged at them, swinging their blade and Scathach blocked the attack with her spear. She twisted her spear, defecting the Shadow Servant's attack before throwing her counterattack. This made the Shadow Servant jump back, barely avoiding the attack as she charged forward at high speed.

The two engaged in battle as Scathach was on the offensive while the shadow servant was able to keep up with her as their weapon collided with one and nother. Fate stares at the servant feeling like he had seen it somewhere before, but before he can spend more time in his thought, he pulls out a dagger and uses [Take Aim] while waiting for the right moment.

The Shadow Servant swung his blade and Scathach reacted with instinct, she bent her body to avoid the slash, as the Shadow Servant's attack cut the air and incinerated the air and trees behind her. 

Thrusting her spear forward the Shadow Servant tried to jump back before suddenly a dagger stabbed into the servant's cape making it stumble, being held back just long enough for Scathach to thrust her spear into the shadow servant's chest right where its heart should be.

The shadow servant's body glows like golden dusk as it disappears from the world only leaving a single card with the image of a knight holding a sword up with both hands up to his chest. Fate immediately realizes the card in front of him.

"Class card...?" He uttered before kneeling down and picking up the card, looking closer at it there was no mistake about it, this was exactly what he thought. Fate gritted his teeth looking down at it, he didn't know why or how it was here. But if he really wants to make sure, this is what he thought instead of just some coincidence.

Install

The card glowed as his body was enveloped by golden light, as the light faded. Fate's clothes had completely changed, he was now wearing dark baggy black pants, and black sandals, with a light metal leg guard that covered his knee to ankle, a long white ribbon wrapped around his waist acting like a belt. He has a single red sleeve that covers his left arm, held in place by a single red string that goes around his torso. On black was a large white kimono that acted more like a cape.

"Shit..." Fate uttered while Scathach's eyes widened, seeing her master/son suddenly change into what she could feel was a Saber Class Servant. He quickly stopped the connection with the class card turning back to his regular self.

Condition Unlocked: [Blacksmith] [Territory Creation]

+500SP

+Bonus 100SP

First Class Card: +2 points

'Fuck!' Fate glares down at the Class Card on his hand, and his left eye twitches repeatedly. 'I don't know if I should be happy or pissed at this point!? The Class Cards mean there might be a Holy Grail War here, or a wish-granting child. But by collecting the Class Cards, I can unlock many new Talents not to mention the SP I was given is quite impressive.'

His thought began to drip off the main topic and slowly drove into his desire to gain more power. After a bit of fantasying, Fate put the card into his dimensional pocket before looking down, not sure what to do at this point. His eyes narrow down to his left arm now fully wrapped in bandages.

"What was that son?" Scathach asked looking down at her boy, who a few seconds back just turned into a mini version of the Saber Class Servant: Senji Muramasa.

Fate let out a sigh before looking back up at his now mother/servant. "That's a Class Card, a form of Mystic Code that lets people tap into a Heroic Spirit's power. Although not as powerful as a real Heroic Spirit, it is still way more powerful for a regular magus to handle."

She just closed her eyes and nodded, despite this being the first time she ever heard about something like this, but the way he sounded so convincing, so she didn't have much reason to doubt his words, plus they were in a world where the magic energy in the air is almost the equivalence as in the Age of Gods so something like this, isn't too hard to warm her mind around. Not to mention he seems to know more about this than her, so it's better to trust him rather than question.

"I see. So what now?" She asks, already knowing what this might turn into. A different type of Holy Grail War and her son now has the Saber Class Card along with a Lancer Servant. And it will only be a matter of time before something like it starts.

"We're going to collect the rest of the Class Cards." Fate said with such confidence, making her raise a brow, and a smirk slowly form on her lips.

"Oh? Should we worry about the other servants?" She questions.

"In this world, the magic system is different, not everybody has magic circuits running, or uses mage craft. Some it is most likely no one even know about the summoning circle. The only enigma here is the appearance of Shadow Servants. We are taking them all down before those cards fall into the wrong hands."

"Well then, better get ready for a long journey. Since we need to gather at least 5 more cards, not counting if there is a Shadow Lancer of course." Scathach smirked, excited at the thought of fighting other servants.

After that day, the two immediately left the guild and began their journey hunting down the different Class Cards in this world. Scathach gives him the choice to go back to Fairy Tail and say his goodbye, but knowing that once he does so, it would be harder to leave, they didn't go back and directly began their journey.

Two years had passed.

A white-haired teen strolled through the bustling town, a large bag filled with assorted fruits slung over his shoulder. The wind tousled his messy locks, briefly revealing sharp, icy blue eyes that scanned his surroundings with practiced ease.

He wore a blood-red hoodie over a white T-shirt emblazoned with the bold words: "WHERE IS YOUR MOTIVATION!?" Dark blue jeans hung low on his hips, metal chains wrapped loosely around his waist, and black metal boots clanked lightly against the cobblestone street.

Grabbing an apple from his bag, he took a slow bite, the crisp crunch muffled by the distant chatter of the town. As he moved, his cold gaze flickered toward the shadows.

Five of them.

He felt their presence trailing him, but he didn't bother reacting. Instead, he casually veered into a dark alleyway.

The figures followed.

When they entered, however, the teen was gone.

"Rmh?" One of the creatures let out a guttural growl, turning to its ally. "Rlgl dnd rl veli?"

"Careful. I think I see him."

The voice came from beside them.

The demons snapped their heads toward the sound—only to find Fate standing right next to one of them.

Before they could react, a blade flashed. A sharp jab to the throat, and one demon dropped lifelessly to the ground.

"Yeah, he's definitely here," Fate muttered.

"Iwmghm!" Another demon snarled, but it was cut short.

"Yeah, yeah. I've heard that one before."

One by one, the remaining demons fell, their bodies collapsing into heaps of lifeless flesh. Fate wiped the blood off his blade with an apple peel before flicking it aside. Without a second glance, he dismissed his weapon, storing it back into his pocket dimension.

With a sigh, he rolled his shoulders and took another bite of his apple.

'Start.'

Name: Fate Redgrave

Gender: Male

Story Point: 36052

Points: 13

Servant/Mother: Scathach 

Stats 

Strength 114.2

Endurance 363.5

Agility 128.2

Perception 267.2

Magic Power 906.2

Vitality 78

Magic Circuits Access

Magic Circuits: 40

Quality: High

Close/Open

Invariable stats

Intelligence 6.8/10

Tenacity 8.1/10

Luck 9.8/10

Charisma 8.2/10

"Hmm."

Fate stared at his stats, deep in thought. What impressed him most were his endurance and perception—both honed thanks to his mother's relentless "training." Though, calling it training was generous. It was more of a daily beating. Either he dodged her attacks or got his ass handed to him. His endurance only grew because every time he managed to withstand her strikes, she simply hit him harder.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his messy white hair.

"I don't know if this is enough… or if I'm still too weak."

Letting out a sigh, he reached into his pocket dimension and pulled out five Class Cards. His icy blue eyes flicked over each one—Saber, Archer, Caster, Assassin, and Berserker. Five down. Just two more to go.

"Once I have all seven, I can finally return to Fairy Tail."

—CLANG.

The sharp sound of metal hitting the ground snapped him out of his thoughts. His gaze shifted toward the noise, landing on a sword that had fallen next to a pair of armored boots.

His eyes traveled upward.

Black stockings. A blue skirt. A metal chest plate over a white shirt. Armored shoulder guards, gauntlets, and arm guards. And finally, scarlet-red hair billowing in the wind.

Then, brown eyes locked onto his icy blue ones.

For a moment, time stood still.

Years had passed since they last saw each other, but no amount of time could ever make him forget her. The moment his gaze met hers, something in his chest tightened.

And yet, a gentle smile found its way onto his face.

How could he ever forget?

The girl who started it all. The one who changed his life.

And the one he needed to help fix the mess he had created.

"Long time no see... Erza."