The King, her Subjects, England's War
Another Story by Tribunal
Prologue: The King Meets Her Subject
(Translated from Old English to make convenience for everyone)
"Do you wish for the continuation of your dream?"
Bedivere was on the verge of tears. "You are leaving us so soon, my sister…my King…What can we do to save our kingdom now that you are gone as well?"
She looked at the limp body of her sister, her comrade, her King. "She looks relaxed when she sleeps…"
More tears dropped from her eyes.
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There was a white-haired man in a red shirt, standing on the glass floor, facing a large yellow column that showed pictures of the video: Catalogue: The Death of King Arthur .
"So are you pleased with what you saw, Emiya Shiro?" A loud voice from above spoke.
"Nope… not at all, Holy Grail. I wish to terminate that contract we had, only on a condition," he said,
Another low voice commanded, "What do you wish, eirei?"
"To be there to alter history, of course," he said with a grin.
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Bedivere took off her cloak and wrapped it around the King. "Do you feel better now, my King?"
Silence.
"I see. Do you mind if I carry you on my horse?"
More silence.
Bedivere had wished she would answer.
"Stop teasing me like that, my King," Bedivere said, with tears swelling up her eyes.
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Meanwhile, Emiya Shiro landed directly onto a patch of grass.
"Not bad, this landing was not as hard as the one Rin gave me," he muttered as he wiped the dirt of his clothes.
"Oh no! Better hurry inside the forest before Sab…Arthur dies," he thought before rushing in the forest.
He ran passed many trees, flowers, animals.
"If I do not get to there before Arthur dies, then I am most likely going to regret about terminating the contract," he thought as he heard the sound of galloping.
From a horse.
"It must be Bedivere. Looks like I am in the nick of time after all," he said to himself.
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"Let us see how interesting this scene gets…"
The gigantic yellow column glowed.
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Bedivere thought she had heard something.
"Footsteps? It cannot be…"
Soon, she found herself staring at a man aged about 30.
He said, "So looks like I found you all. I presume you carry the King on horseback?"
She reacted immediately, "Are you a spy sent by the Saxons? If so, I am willing to guard the King with all my life!" The blade was thrust out of the sheath.
"Saxons? I can't believe I look like those idiots!" He remarked, leaving the female knight stunned.
"…" She withdrew her blade. Something in her mind told her he was here to help.
"Let me examine him, he might not be gone yet," he said.
The knight carried the King and placed her lying on a tree.
He removed the cloak. He placed his hand on her hand and felt for a pulse.
None.
Then, he put his hand near her breast armour.
"What are you doing? I cannot allow…" Bedivere shouted before Shiro raised his other hand and said, "Do not worry. I have no other motives than to find out if I can cure your King."
"You better be."
An orb of yellow light appeared out of his hand.
"Analysis…complete."
"Looks like your King is still struggling to keep alive. Not yet gone, but we need to save him quick if we were to see him awake again," he said.
"Trace…on!" Shiro summoned a large amount of surgery tools.
"This might not be the perfect environment to save him, but it will have to do," he mentioned, "What I am about to do now is not for the faint hearted. I advise you to turn around while I do the surgery."
"I am brave enough."
"Well then, do not interrupt me when I am performing it."
He wore his gloves and took the scissors to cut a hole in the battle armour.
"Hey…what are you…" Bedivere was stopped by Shiro's left hand.
"Good, the wound is located here. Geez, medieval doctors are not good at healing," he thought as he took the scalpels and cut into her skin.
"Looks like he is suffering from infection. The injury itself is not serious, but the infection is," he mentioned to a confused Bedivere.
He removed the dead tissues and closed up the wound, admist several interruptions by Bedivere which he stopped almost immediately.
Finally, he used magic again to restore the bit of cloth he cut from the King's armour.
"He is safe for now, but I advise you to find her safe shelter immediately," he said as he took out the surgery gloves. The whole surgery set disappeared on its own.
"Wise sir, may I request to know your name?"
"Emiya Shiro," he said, "But you can call me Shiro."
"Thank you, Shiro. We will never forget your kindness."
He smiled in response.
And suddenly, his face expression changed.
"Looks like we have stirring trouble," he said.
They found themselves surrounded by a whole army of Anglo Saxons.
"Surrender now and we will spare your lives, Englishmen," the person on the horse said.
"Never in a millennia," Shiro replied as he summoned his twin blades.
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A/N: And here it is! My new story- loads of medieval fun. Special thanks to Cisqua for all the inspiration. Btw, if you are wondering why that nice yellow column is the 'Holy Grail', it is just the base as the thing is HUGE!