The Fate of Kings! Plus Lancer
Prologue Start!
"No..."
Arturia couldn't believe it, no, rather, she didn't wish to, after her stunning defeat during the Fourth Holy Grail War, her final attack against the Servant Archer, the King of Heroes, had been launched and the Grail destroyed, robbing her of any chance to fix the mistakes of her ruling, she had been surprised that rather thab be sent back to that hellish moment where her Kingdom fell, she had instead been greeted by the cncroaching blackness of death itself.
It seemed that for all her struggles and pleading, the Glorious King of Knights Arturia Pendragon would finally be granted a death that left no one saved, not her kingdom, not herself. It was in this despair that she found something that had cut deeper than any wound ever inflicted.
She had felt relieved that it was finally over.
But now? Now, here she stood within the Emerald Forest, a greatsword clutched in both her hands, Aura, the embodiment of her soul itself, swirling around the gleaming blade as she brought it to bear before the newest shock in her reincarnated life within Remnant.
The crimson eyes, though not slitted, shone with confidence and command, urging her to bend her knee and bow low to the ground through gaze alone. Truly, were she a less proud warrior, Arturia might have done so. But the golden hair, free of any restrictions, down and fluttering in the breeze that rolled through the forest around them. Nor the way arms crossed over the figures chest, glimpses of red tattoos across the otherwise flawless skin.
There could be no mistake of who stood before her. "Does my majesty finally break through your shy denial, King of Knights?"
Still, above all else, Arturia had to address this, if only because she needed to be absolutely sure.
"King of Heroes, are...Have you been reincarnated as a woman?"
"Tch," The haughty dismissal spoke volumes of how much the question truly irked the apparently reincarnated Gilgamesh, "Astute as ever I see, yes, I have been brought into this world in the vessel of a woman, but whether or not I am male, I am and always will be the King of Heroes," She flicked some of her golden locks behind her ear, where familiar earings hung from, and her frown turned into a smirk. "And you, my beloved King of Knights, remain mine as per my previous decree."
"And you still speak madness worthy of Caster's rambling!" Arturia spat, gripping her greatsword tighter that she sore the handle would warp to the fit of her fingers. "Why are you here?!" An amused huff was the response. "Answer me, King of Heroes!"
"Why," Girlgamesh said, tilting her head as if Arturia were some stupid child asking an equally stupid question, "I am going through initation to gain entrance to Beacon, same as you I imagine."
Again, Arturia was struck by horror. "...No."
The feminine red lips of the King of Heroes' glistened as her tongue slid across them. "Yes, you know what that means, correct?"
"No..." This could NOT be happening!
"You and I are partners," Gilgamesh said, lips curling from an amuse smirk to an outright delighted grin while Arturia's expression went from horrified shock to pure agonized realization. "For the next. Four. Years~"
Within the Emerald Forest, former King of Knights and Ruler of Camelot, blood of Dragons, Arturia Pendragon now Arturia Arc let out a wail of despair so loud generations years later would have felt it in their bones.
The laughter that followed was just as chilling.
MEANWHILE IN ANOTHER PART OF THE FOREST
"You must be joking."
The bellowing laugh that followed this statement all but confirmed that this was not some cosmic joke, or rather, it was but it was not meant for the amusement of the afflicted party, no, this was was a joke so cruel that even the gods would never concoct, let alone employ, it upon another soul no matter how damned.
And yet, for Diarmuid Adfer, it had indeed happened, it was happening and even now he wanted to demand what cruel god that had to laughing at him to stop this madness or kill him now.
At the very least, the rather large breast he was being face pressed into might do the trick, he'd need only turn his face into it, let it smother him and then die and be at peace, but before that plan could be implemented, he was released and left to drop the ground where his twin spears, named obviously for his old ones, lay forgotten after he'd been swept up by the woman who had caught him so off guard.
Above him, standing at almost seven feet, just shy of it by two inches if Diarmuid's own five feet and seven inches were any indication, was none other than the fabled King of Conquerors Iskandar.
Now a woman.
"This is no jest, Lancer!" Only Rider could be so loud and yet so plainly heard, even with the obvious femininity of the body the other was placed in, there could be no mistaking whom stood before him by looks alone.
Rider, or Iskadra as she was apparently called in his lifetime of hers, stood tall, with a mane of red hair that flowed out like a cloud, sharp features, high cheek bones, and while she wore plates of armor on her shoulders and chest, her tanned skin that stood flawless on display was toned with muscle, and Diarmuid was willing to bet beneath all that the remainder of her body would be just the same, muscled to carry ten men, five per arm, and yet lean enough to still have the appeal of a womanly figure.
The fact her chest could have smothered him was proof enough of that.
"Forgive me," Diarmuid said, sitting on the grass and staring up at the grinning warrior, who's hands were planted on her armored hips, "I was just getting over the sheer horror of having my entire life shaken, again."
"Fret not, Lancer!" And did Diarmuid ever tell her how BADLY it grated on his nerves when she refused to address him by his name? "We will have plenty of time to get acquinted and celebrate this glorious surprise during our time as teammates here in Beacon!"
And that was another GREAT reminder. "...Of course," Diarmuid suddenly found stabbing himself with Gae Dearg very tempting right now. "We are partners, as per the rules set forth by the Headmaster..."
"Indeed!" And then, she offered her hand to him, to aid him up. "Now come, we must pass our test and prove ourselves worthy of this prestigious Acade-"
Both stopped short as a wal echoed throughout the forest, actually stilling the very air itself for the briefest of moments, not even the birds chirped, as if afraid of what might follow such a terrible sound.
Everything...Except the King of Conqeurors, who laughed and gripped his shoulder, and like he were but a toy, lifted him up onto his feet, "Let us hurry! It seems our fellow initiates need help!" And with a flash of steel, Iskandra had drawn the massive blade from it's sheath on her back, wielding a blade as thick as Diarmuid's arm and twice as long like it were a mere five times smaller. "Onwards!"
And off she marched.
Diarmuid stared after her, spear dejectedly hanging almost limp in his hands as he contemplated existence.
Eventually, after sighing, he follwoed his partner to whatever madness she lead them to.
And why did that wail sound familiar...? And why was he so inexplicably angry? Questions best left for after the initiation, he was sure.
End of Prologue!
But not Lancer's suffering~ Anyways, tell me what you lot think! Praise me! Hate me! AND FOR GAIA'S SAKE HELP ME COME UP WITH A FEM!GIL NAME! Seriously, I could not figure out a thiiiiing. Thanks for reading, people, VW, out!