The body finished materializing... As the vessel began to take form, Shirou was sent aback from a serge of electrical currents that was generated from the very entity. The serge would have served as a barrier and a transformation. A colossal man emerged from the electric shock. He wasn't familiar with a giant servant. Shirou was confused to who it was, but kept his weapons drawn. The enlarged servant came to him and patted his back roughly. "Don't be foolish, dull and scathe with those blades no longer, boy! Sheath your augmented weaponry. I summoned you-"
You. . Summoned me. . ? Confused, he kept thinking before he came to with words. "You have summoned me? An essence stuck in Oblivion?-"
"Boy! I am Iskander, King of Conquers! Thirteen years prior, I was a servant for the Fourth Holy Grail War. I was/am Rider-Class."
The Fourth War. . ? He stressed on the thought of thirteen years ago. Fire left ruin over Fuyuki when Shirou was just a kid. "You, Iskander, played apart of a role in The Grail War? Isn't your name loosely translated to Ale-"
"Hai! Alexander The Great is the name! I know you very well, Shirou, the King of Knights and your father, Kiritsugu Emiya, told so many servants about you and your next profession! –Which reminds me why I'm here; the Holy Grail has been 'destroyed', or so thought to be, and we, as servants, dread the fact that we can't have our dreams filled. The Grail wasn't destroyed–entirely. You, Emiya Shirou, are our biggest hope. You won the ultimate wish granting device with Arturia Pendragon. You can wish for her dream to come true."
Shirou nodded, then stopped mid-nod. "On only one condition will I do this... Tell me why I was brought to this Reality Marble and why I saw an Archery statue and pillars that held bows."
"We were holding back from telling you, but since she announced her love for you, we all yearned to unlock your destiny. Emiya Shirou, you are destined to be a servant alongside The King of Knights. . You are assigned to be an Archer-Class."
Shirou looked down, smiling, discarding the last of what Iskander said; but relishing in the thought of seeing his sword...his life and being beside her once again. Moments of Saber played in his memory. The first time seeing her blocking Lancer's spear from inflicting pain onto Shirou. Her blade sent the Lancer-Class servant away for he was brought into the Grail War.
A fond meeting of Saber and Shirou when they slept side-by-side, and when he had given up his servant to Caster. He recollected that memory and frowned starting to tear because of his dearest betrayal. The thought had been resigned when the King of Conquers slammed his palm on the boy's shoulder. He gave off a brute-like smile. Shirou sniffled quietly as he came to a delicate smile.