War. War after war. From those for the expansion of territory to those for claiming the throne, Britain was
plugged in a sea of blood with no way out. The great king Uther's death had brought nothing but chaos to Britain. Without a
king, a rightful leader, the country was on the brink of collapse. 'Britain', now is widely known as the United Kingdom,
despite being hundreds of years old, appeared to be only at the age of twelve. His knowledge was vast and his sword skill
was one of the best, yet the burden of being the country still made the small boy suffered. It was not the first time that
'Britain' was in great pain due to the damage caused to the country and its people, however this time it was grave. 'Britain' felt
the pain of his land, his people, like he was trampled over and over for years. Yet, his duty as a country was there, forbidding
him from involving too deeply in human's affairs. He had no other choice, but to accept the worse outcome. He was a sturdy
country, who had survived countless trails. But, somehow, this time, he thought that his time might have been over. Before
closing his eyes, his only regret was not being able to see till the end of his beloved land, the land that was him himself.
"Ahhh..." - he thought to himself. "So my time has finally come. I never expect it would be so soon. Don't you worry my
friends, I'm sure you will be all fine by yourselves" so he said to his friends, fairies and unicorns, while laying under a tree by
the Lake. Somehow he could see supernatural beings that others could not. He befriended them and got along with human.
His only wish was to be remembered by all the following generation, that he used to exist under the name of 'Britain', and that
this land could find a brilliant king that would lead them to prosperity.
- Hey Merlin... Are you sure? I don't even think there is such a human is a country.
- Oh there sure is. Don't be impatient and you will see in a short while.
Walking through the thick forest was an old man with white wavy hair and long beard, wearing a wizard cloak, together with
a young blond girl in knight outfit. Merlin, the old wizard, was leading the way, heading straight to the Lake.
- In order to make you a rightful king, you will need his approval.
The Lake was right ahead of them, displaying a scenery that was out of this world. The whole space was filled with bright
light despite being in the deepest part of the forest where the sun could hardly shine through, soothing wind and calm
atmosphere. There they saw lying a young, or could say small blond boy, sleeping peacefully under the oldest tree, as if being
protected from all harms of the world. He was a handsome young boy dressed in greenish clothes, appeared as all but non-
human.
- Merlin, no matter how hard you look, he's just a brat. He might look smart, but I don't think he would be that special as
you said.
- Do not let your eyes fool you young man. Although he looks like that, he is alreadly hundreds of years old. Compare to him
you are just like a newborn who know nothing.
That said, Merlin bowled beside the sleeping boy, and talked with utmost respect
- It's time for you to wake up and aid our king, Oh Britain. This is me, Merlin.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked around to check his surrounding, the boy called 'Britain' was surprised, though it only
lasted for a few seconds, and quickly adapted to the situation as he calmly responded to Merlin
- Oh see who is here. It seems that you have grown quite a bit in my short nap. Time sure does fly isn't it. How do you do?
- It sure does, and I believe now it's the time you return to the castle. Our country has found its new king.
- Lead the way then Merlin. I shall meet my new king at once.
- Then let me introduce him to you, oh Great Britain. He is the one who shall be your new king, Arthur Pendragon.
Britain dropped his jaw in shock. He then examined the young girl following Merlin, who he thought to be Merlin's personal
follower. She dressed in male outfit, but it was clear that she was a beautiful girl at the age of 15. She had that confident aura
around her, but a king would still be a farfetched idea. She was too young and inexperience and fragile and weak and...
Realised Britain surprised, or maybe confused face, Merlin simply added
- He was chosen by Calibur, the Sword in the Stone. He is the rightful successor of the throne, the child of Uther.
Britain was in a even greater shock. She could be the child of Uther, but the sword would never choose someone
inappropriate. Britain just doesn't get why did it choose a young girl. Let out a sigh, Britain commented as he turned toward
the girl named Arthur
- I find it hard to believe. But if it's Calibur who chose its owner, I would have no objection. Young girl, you do realise how
your fate would change when you pulled out the sword, don't you?
- Nice to meet you, my name is Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon. I was raised and trained to be a man, so my original gender
does not matter. I look forward to working with you.
Paused for a breath, Arthur realised Britain's attentive stare in his eyes. At that moment he could vaguely understand what
Merlin said by Britain was no ordinary human. Despite Britain's small figure, Arthur was taken aback by the look of his
Britain's eyes. Those were not the look that a child at his teen could possibly give. Somehow Arthur felt a cold shiver being
looked in the eyes by Britain.
- May I ask what is your real name? The one you are referred to when you were just born. - Britain asked
- ...Arturia. But I would appreciate it if you call me Arthur.
- Certainly. Now I believe we should head back to the castle...
- Let's go my friends, long time no see. How have you been?... Ahahaha stop it... - Britain suddenly burst into
laughter.
Startled, Arthur looked back where Britain was. To Arthur's surprise, Britain was talking and laughing happily to... nothing.
As he sensed Arthur's confusion, Merlin explained:
- Britain said he could see magical creatures, like fairies, unicorns, trolls,... Those that human like us could not see.
- And you seriously believe that? Isn't that just a kid talking to his imaginary friends? - Arthur whispered nervously.
- Those are above the realm of us human already.
Continue walking, Arthur's heart was clouded with confusion. "All of these 'country' and 'mystic creatures' are a bit too
much for me I guess".