Gilgamesh was sitting in the living area of the hotel room. He was drinking wine and had a laptop open on the coffee table. His red eyes scanning through the web page.

'Arthurian Legends' was what the article was titled.

He needed to know more about her. In all his time in this world he had not once thought about researching her background. No, he simply went about a normal existence while learning what this world had to offer him.

After all, the next war held no guarantee that she would return to this world.

It was already known to him that most of this information was wrong. After all his little lion was not a man.

From birth she was destined for greatness. Her blood infused with that of a dragon, an impressive feat for a mortal to make. The child was then sent away to a commoner to be raised. That must have been why she was so burdened by her people's wishes. She aspired to be a knight, so she trained as a squire. Another reason for her foolishness.

To be raised without knowing one's royal blood? He scoffed at it. Had she been raised in the palace by her father, the king, then she would understand how to behave.

He kept reading through the major points.

Pulled the sword from the stone. Became king. His eyes kept scanning.

Wait.

A love affair?

'Arthur had a beautiful wife, Guinevere, she made every other maiden pale in comparison.'

Gilgamesh smirked.

"If Arturia is a sight to behold then this Guinevere must have been truly wondrous."

He read on through the section. The name 'Lancelot' popped up several times. It sounded familiar. It seemed, that he and the lady Guinevere became lovers due to Arthur's indifference.

Gilgamesh honestly wasn't surprised. Arturia could not give the woman what she wanted, so she sought out someone that could. Though it was interesting that it was her most loyal dog.

Dog.

He laughed suddenly.

"That was the rabid mongrel that dared to challenge me! To think that he was this most esteemed and skilled knight. Truly an ugly thing."

Gilgamesh took a sip of his wine and savored it on his tongue. This story was getting good.

They were found out before long and this had caused unrest within the kingdom. Arthur and his knights went after Lancelot, who in self-defense cut down many of his brethren. The queen was taken away and would soon burn for her tryst with the knight. In an attempt to free the lady Guinevere, Lancelot snuck into the castle to save her. He was thwarted though and was chased all the way back to his own castle.

A vassal of the king having his own castle? Such an unheard of concept. The noble and the wealthy were allowed to have their own lavish homes, but to have a castle or palace? Unheard of.

He had enough of this love story and went straight to the downfall of the King.

The sister of King Arthur, Morgan le Fay, had somehow cast a spell and became pregnant with King Arthur's child, Mordred. The child grew quickly as it was a homunculus.

Gilgamesh blinked at the words and shook his head.

"I would have to ask her what this is supposed to mean. That kind of sorcery was definitely not something I had ever heard of before."

He decided not to read much of the details of her death.

There was a picture placed at this part of the article. It was of two armored figures, one holding a lance in one hand and a sword in the other, while the other held a single sword. Blue and gold armor; red and silver armor. The lance of the blue armored knight speared through the chest of the red armored knight. While the other's sword was pierced through the blue knights stomach.

Was this truly how she died? To be killed in combat with this 'Mordred'?

He could do nothing but feel disgust. A fierce lion, with the blood of the dragon, to be killed by a mere pretender. Such a sad and pitiful thing.

However, this was the past. She was not some foolish and stupid king to her worthless people. No, she was a heroic spirit. Though now reborn, she still has the potential for greatness. After all, what higher honour than to be his bride?

Gilgamesh looked towards the bedroom in which his lioness lay sleeping in.

"Now if only she would wake."

The black fog lifted from her vision but was still blinded. White brilliant light shone down on her. The heat was what alerted her to her surroundings. As her eyes adjusted to the harsh light she gasped. A vast desert wasteland stretched out as far as her eyes could see. This was not an environment she was used to. Her home had been cold and wet, as this place was the complete opposite.

The dry, hot air saturated her with its warmth. She could feel sweat forming on her body just by standing here. As the wind rushed past her she felt the clothing she wore shift. It was light material and very airy. She looked down to it and was shocked.

"What am I wearing?"

The manner of dress, more like a bed sheet, was very foreign to her. It was a pure white cloth that was mostly transparent. It ran from her shoulders down to her ankles. The top dipped low in the front showing off her small cleavage. It was teased at more with a thin necklace hanging from her neck. Inspecting further down she noticed a clinch around her waist, it was made of gold and encrusted with gems. On her arms she found more golden jewelry, something she would have never worn in life. It was highly indecent but with no one around there was not much protest to wearing it.

"Besides, this will keep me much cooler than a normal dress."

Arturia decided not to dwell on her attire. She had to find a way out of this heat! In the distance she could see some rock formations and what looked to be mountains even farther away. It was decided, she would seek shelter with the rocks, and it was her only option. So, she began to walk carefully avoiding the dry cracks in the ground.

After a while of walking, the sun's rays where becoming harder and harder to ignore. Her skin was starting to burn. Arturia desperately needed shade to take cover in. She wanted water as well but soon gave up that hope, this landscape was barren.

She was becoming dizzy with every step that she took. She had to sit down before she fell.

"This is just… a dream right? I feel like I'm dying… this can't be real. Isn't that what Merlin said before? That I was just dreaming? Am I…am I going to die here?"

Arturia curled up with her knees to her chest. She was just going to suffer here and burn to death. There was no escape from this place, no way of getting help. She was done for.

She couldn't even cry, so she just closed her eyes and rested her head on her knees.

Her world was rocked suddenly as something nudged up against her. She must have lost consciousness because she did not hear anyone or anything approach her. Arturia opened her eyes and lifted her head slowly. She was still feeling sick. There was nothing within her sight and there was no nudging. She released her legs and looked behind her. Nothing there either. Her brow furrowed. She righted herself and almost buried her head into her knees again.

A strong nudge came from behind this time, it almost sent her tumbling forward by its power. She had to have been hallucinating before but now? She struggled to gain her bearings and whipped around, she quickly regretted that as now she felt sick. When her dizzy eyes refocused on seeing, she was stunned.

A very large lion was staring at her with blood colored eyes. His golden mane flaring out and slightly swaying with the dry breeze. It was very real to her, and fear blossomed in her chest, scared of what he might do. The beast came closer and then rubbed its face into her. This caused Arturia to topple over. The second she was on the ground the lion followed suit. Rumbling growls could be heard coming from him as he continued to nuzzle her.

In the back of her mind she had a fond memory. A memory of raising a lion cub and having a bond with it. Since this was a dream this had to have been the lion. Right? She could not be certain but it was a strong possibility since this was her dream.

Arturia reached her hands out and tentatively petted him. He was no long rubbing into her, instead he was still as she stroked his mane. The lion's eyes met hers. The deep red looked oddly out of place on a lion. She had felt like those eyes were someone else's but she could not place them. The rumbling had stopped and she quickly retracted her hand. She almost stopped breathing when he leaned into her. His face coming dangerously close to hers. His nose breathing in her scent.

Most likely to see if she was fresh enough to eat. They were in the middle of a desert, he was probably hungry.

Then without warning he opened his mouth, his tongue sliding over her shoulder all the way to her cheek. It scratched her as it was rough but it was a complete surprise that he would do that. The feeling made her shiver but she smiled slightly. His head buried into her chest and the purring began anew. She threaded her hands through his mane and hugged him close.

No other lion would be this friendly. So he had to be her little lion, all grown up now.

When one of his large paws brushed her leg she was reminded of where she was. The pain from where her skin was burning. The harsh light still beating down on her. Her new found energy being sapped away once again due to dehydration.

"My old friend, where did you come from? Surely you didn't appear from nowhere. I hope. I need to escape this place and get water and shade. Can you lead me out of here?"

His eyes lit up with what seemed to be understanding. He pulled his body from hers and stood. Arturia followed his lead and did her best to stand on her own. She struggled to move her legs, her muscles burning. Then she had an idea. She reached up to the now standing lion and tugged on his mane. If she couldn't get up on her own then perhaps her dear friend would assist her.

The lion didn't react when she gave a test pull, so she decided that he didn't mind. She brought both hands into his mane and pulled trying her best to get herself upright. He seemed to notice her struggle and jerked his head to the opposite side. Arturia was thrust up and her body collided with his. This beast was highly intelligent and she was very impressed.

Once she was on her feet she was ready to walk, but the second she took a step forward her legs very nearly collapsed under her. She was still too weak.

Then she heard a huffing sound. As if the lion was fed up with her silly attempts.

The golden beast circled around to her front. He fell to the ground and waited for her. Arturia looked to him in slight confusion before finally understanding.

"You want me to ride you?"

There was a growl from the lion. His answer had to have been 'yes'.

She sighed to herself. This creature was offering to carry her the distance. It was nothing that she would have expected of a normal animal.

Arturia placed her hands on his shoulder to steady herself. With great effort she brought one of her legs up and over the beasts back. She winced a bit but she would be fine once he took her to safety. That was if she survived this trip. She had so far, so there was a strong chance of making it there.

Just like she would a horse, she pulled lightly on the lion's mane. This was to tell him that she was stable and ready to go. Without missing a beat the large feline stood up slowly, and began to walk. He turned away from the sun and followed an unseen trail. Arturia leaned into the lion and buried her face into his neck. She was tired still. So, she let her eyes shut once more. The last thing she could remember is listening to the beast purr.

Gilgamesh did not know at what point he had fallen asleep. However, he knew he was dreaming.

The place that he found himself in was an empty meadow, grass and flowers spanning as far as he could see. This gave him a sense of relief. He wasn't back in Babylon, he wasn't sitting with his most beloved friend. The pain of their talks and memories was why he did not enjoy sleep.

Though this place was vacant, he was feeling at peace. It was like he was cradled in a warm embrace and true he was, but to feel Arturia's warmth here… it didn't make sense. A field with a clouded sky with no sun, it was a place that felt like a heaven to him. He looked to his hands and wondered why he was at ease, with nothing to eat away at him. He had no regret here, no pain, and no sorrow. That was why he felt like this.

He just sighed and put his hands in his pockets. He wanted to explore this world that his mind gave him for a while. He wondered why he was sent to this vast plain. White lilies scattered the ground but nothing else was there but grass. The clouds never seemed to move and there was no shadows. Walking into the distance didn't change anything of his surroundings. Even further down his path was nothing. He was wandering aimlessly it seemed.

Gilgamesh decided to turn back around, this was pointless but he would rather go back the way he came.

Then he saw it. Her. She was far back the way he came from but he still knew it was her. Arturia. There was a huge lump that drew his eye. It was a red monster that was lying beside her. He began his walk back the way he came. When he drew nearer to where she was the beast lifted its reptilian head. It was a dragon. Its eyes glowing a bright yellow, they looked into him as if judging his worth.

As if it could judge him.

When he got within several meters of them, the dragon stood completely. Arturia's hand fell from its side. He looked to her, she was just there, like a doll that held onto only a shred of autonomy. Once its connection to life was gone, it went back to being just that: a doll.

What kind of world was this?

He didn't have much time to think on it as the monster moved over top of her, it was as if it was protecting her. It began to hiss and growl at him so he stopped his advance.

Gilgamesh knew a challenge when he saw one. The beast was daring him to come even closer to her. The smell of smoke radiated off the dragon, its fire burning deeply. He would make the first move against it and vanquish it before it even dared to breathe. The gate opened behind him with two swords aimed and readied. The dragon reared its head, spread its wings wide and let out a vicious roar.

He wasted no time in sending the weapons flying through the air. They lodged themselves into its hide. Blood spilled over the crimson scales but the dragon was not deterred. It was only two swords that pierced the hide.

Its body reared as the flames spilled forth. Gilgamesh had to move quickly. He ran off to the side, the beast's fire moved with him. This time though he sent out chains. He knew they would not bind the monster but it would buy him enough time to stop the fire from spreading.

As predicted the dragon simply broke through the chains binding him.

Gilgamesh was ready to release more weapons from his armory. This dragon would not stand in his way any longer. Spears, axes, swords and maces all rained upon the reptilian monster. Blood flowed across the field as the dragon was run through. The beast did it's best to knock the weapons away and even tried to use its wings to deflect. Useless in its endeavor.

The creature still fell to the ground.

He grinned.

"Such a worthless guard dog you made. Falling so easily, it's no wonder that dragons went extinct."

He walked pass the corpse of the red dragon and went to where he last saw Arturia. His eyes narrowed.

There in a pool of blood she lay. The white lilies all turned to red. At first he thought that it was just simply the dragon's blood. However, he saw the cuts and wounds that ran across her skin. This was her own blood.

Could it have been that the dragon was a part of her? The reason that she was just a simple doll here?

Nothing made sense in this world.

Gilgamesh could feel that something was wrong. It was like the reality he was in was being altered somehow. He looked down.

The body of his queen that lay before him changed. Her hair grew pale, her wounds closed. The blood soaked clothes turned black. Her hands were grasping a sword that appeared upon her chest. The weapon did not look like her beloved Excalibur. It was black and red with strange runes marking it.

Her change was an oddity.

Suddenly he heard a deep growl. Gilgamesh turned around only to be caught in the maw of the dragon he slew.

Only this time it was not a red dragon guarding a silver queen.

No, this was a monstrous black dragon. Its size dwarfing the previous one. He had no time to take a good look at it. He couldn't even summon his gate. The beast then swallowed him whole.

There was a sudden stop. She woke slowly, not knowing how long the journey had been. Arturia lifted her head slowly and marveled at the sight before her. It felt as if it wasn't even real. Lush greenery was before her, a forest that was very much alive in this wasteland. It was indeed a sight for sore eyes. She practically wept with joy as she cried out.

The lion below her grunted a few times. She could have sworn it sounded like a laugh. She ignored him for the moment as she moved herself to get off him. She was stopped when he moved his head to the side and looked at her. He wasn't ready to let her down yet. Perhaps he would be taking her directly to the source of water? It was the only reason why she would think he wouldn't let her go.

So, she conceded and let him continue onwards. The shade gave her skin a much needed sense of relief as they made their way into the thick jungle. It was bumpier here but she didn't mind so long as it didn't hurt her. It changed though as his gait became a trot. Was he excited or worried about her? Probably both. She had to keep herself flush against his back as her hands gripped tightly in his fur. She didn't want to fall off on their way.

They broke through the brush finally and the light shined brightly in her eyes. She shielded them with her hand and smiled wide. There was a crystal clear lake before her. Water was the only thing on her mind as she stared at the blue pool. Arturia could not wait, she would not wait. She bounded straight off the lion's back and with the last of her strength threw herself into the lake. The second she made contact with the water she instantly felt better. It's cold embrace comforting her fried skin. She never wanted to leave, she didn't want to return to the desert heat. But she had to, she needed air. So, she broke through the water with a gasping breath.

She now needed to quench her dry throat. Arturia cupped her hands over the surface. This time to drink in the water. After several handfuls she was sated. With a relaxed sigh she laid back to float. Her hair was fanned all around her as it had come loose when she dived in. She smiled and closed her eyes. This was exactly what she wanted all this time. This comfort.

She had to thank that lion for saving her. Had he not shown up, she would still be in that desert and most likely dead. If she could die this is weird dreamscape. Arturia righted herself in the pool of water and looked around. She didn't pay attention to where she came from so she didn't know where he went to. When she turned once more she froze. She found the lion, but it wasn't him that shocked her.

There at the edge of the water, with feet kicking in it, was a person. They sat with one hand on ground and the other petting the lion. She couldn't tell from here if it was a man or a woman. The only thing she could make out of them was their slight build and their long green hair. They weren't that far away from her so they must have watched the whole event.

Arturia felt extremely embarrassed just then.

"I apologize for my behavior. You see, I was stranded in the desert and that lion came to me. He saved my life. I-I must have been sun crazed."

The person laughed. This still didn't give away their gender.

She didn't understand why they laughed at her. When she looked down she suddenly remembered that she was barely clothed to begin with. Now it was worst as the cloth was completely soaked, thus becoming translucent. It did not matter if the person was a man or a woman. It was highly awkward to her, she could feel her body temperature rising once more. Red staining her face.

"You are most welcome! He told me you were here, so I sent him to you. Come! Sit beside me and relax!"

They patted the ground beside them.

Arturia did not know how to feel. The lion knew she was out there in the desert? She shook it off and then swam over to them. The person reached a hand out to her and she took it. With surprising ease the person brought her out of the water.

At this distance from them she could see it now. The person before her was male. This made her feel worse. Arturia wasn't the most feminine looking girl but she was definitely aware of her status as female.

He smiled at her. It was something that felt completely comforting. Then she internally reminded herself that they had not exchanged names. It felt incredibly impolite of her.

"Excuse me, I forgot my manners briefly. My name is Arturia Pendragon. May I inquire as to what your name is?"

The lion looked to her then back to the man. It was almost as if he was waiting for an answer as well.

"It's very nice to meet you Arturia. I'm sorry to say that I don't have a name. I'm sure I had one though when I was alive."

His smile never left his face.

Arturia was struck with his honesty. Dead? Was she…?

He noticed the worry on her face. The man quickly went to comfort her.

"But you're not dead! No, you're just here... I don't know why you're here but my friend wanted you. Perhaps he thought it best to have you come see me. To have someone to talk to."

Someone to talk to… this didn't make sense to her. Though, she was relieved to find reassurance that this was only a dream.

"Where is this place? I do not know this land, I've never been to a place like this in my life."

She asked as she took parts of her dress to ring out. She needed to get dry as she started to get chilled, surprisingly enough.

"I can't tell you exactly where we are, but this is where I was born. I lived here before I moved to the city that's just beyond here."

That grabbed her attention.

"A city? There would be more people there then, correct? Why are you here sitting alone if there are others?"

He looked back over to her, his face fallen into a frown.

"I can't leave this forest. My friend here, he leaves for hours, days on end and I never see him for very long. I'm alone here in this world and what's worse, I suppose, is that I may have deserved this end."

She sat and wondered about that. He was truly all alone here with no one to comfort him.

"How can you say that you deserved this fate? How do you know if you don't know who you are?"

There was a sad smile on his face as he took his feet from the water and folded them.

"I don't remember my name, but I remember my life. I was made to punish a king, to make him pay for defying the gods. He was a king that ruled his people with fear and shunned the gods. That was what I was to punish."

"Then why are you not hailed? If that was how you died; you did your best and defeated the evil or did you fall to your target?"

Arturia found that she was very interested in this and this caught the stranger's attention.

"No, I did not fall to him. I faced him and we fought, for several days actually. But it ended with him winning our match. We became friends though as we were both very worn out."

Became friends? With such a tyrant king as he was sent to punish? She was not sure what to think about this man before her.

"If you became friends with him then you failed in your mission to punish him. Were your gods displeased with this and thus punished you both?"

The nameless soul beside her turned to her.

"Yes, we were punished. But we did many things that were not an insult to them. I remember that I was able to help my friend. He once was a terrible ruler that did not care for his people. He used to hurt his subjects and torture them. While we were together, he did none of that."

Arturia wrinkled her nose. To think of a king that did horrible things to the people that he was supposed to protect. How could someone like this kind person next to her tolerate that kind of friend?

"I don't understand. If he was so bad, as you say, as the gods knew him to be, then why did you still become friends with him? He was not worthy of your friendship. If anything he should have lost his right to be King. To be cast down into the masses as a commoner. Then he would know just how hard it was to live."

He shook his head slightly.

"I know you couldn't possibly fathom my choice. I saw a man who had no equal. He knew no being on earth to ever compare to him. He was a divine that was born among the normal folk, different and was already feared. I realize how this would sound very strange for you."

Arturia decided that she could give more insight as to why she could not comprehend this.

"I was once a King. I was raised by a simple knight and taught to serve. I ruled my country fairly and justly. I did not toy with my people for my own amusement! To be a king is to lead your people and be an example for them, not to terrorize them. If he was such a divine person then he should have been trying to make them look up to him. It is better to be loved than feared."

She stood from her place. Anger made her skin flush and her heart race. When she faced the green haired man she only saw sadness in his eyes. The lion to his other side stood as well, it held no ill intent but it stood watching her movement.

He rose slowly, he was taller than her but did not mean to intimidate her. Not that he could anyway.

"There are some things that cannot be explained in that way. It is true that my friend was a terrible king. But you must understand. When you are alone and given your status, no one wants to be close to you. They are simply not of the same standing and are not important. He had no one to talk to, no one to share thoughts with. When he was a child he had a better disposition but as he grew. He had no more sympathy. He took what he wanted and enjoyed the finest."

Arturia scowled. That was no reason!

"I was surrounded by my knights, by my loyal subjects. I distanced myself from them but I never deliberately tried to terrorize them. This friend of yours is no king. He is a tyrant!"

The green-haired man sighed.

"There is no reasoning with you. Though, to be honest, I agree with you. But friendship and love are not bound to reason. The point I make is that people can change. They can be shaped into a better person by being in a better place, being with better people. I wanted to experience life. My friend got to show me that. In return I gave him something he always wanted: companionship."

He put his hand over her shoulder.

"When you're friends with someone and you fight alongside them. You feel invincible do you not?"

All she could think of with those words were her knights.

"Yes, to ride into battle with my knights by my side. It was as if nothing would ever stop us."

"But we all die. I learned that and he learned that. When you challenge the gods, you will be punished. I lost my life. I will never regret dying with him by my side. I taught him another emotion that day and made him realize something must always come to an end. That no being was truly immortal. He never believed in the idea of just being a simple mortal. Mortality never resonated with him. Until I died."

Mortality.

In truth Arturia never thought of it either until the time came for her death. She was known as the immortal king. To be the last one standing out of all enemies that dared face her. She never thought she would be faced with death.

"So he finally learned fear? He learned that there is a price to pay in the end and that thought scared him. What then?"

She was genuinely curious as to what happened to this supposed tyrant king.

"He wanted to find a way to bring me back. He wanted to find a way to stop time for him and to never age. To become immortal so he could never face death."

"A fool's endeavor I take it?"

"It came with some reward, but he lost it. In this very pool. He was bathing and a snake took his treasure of eternal youth."

Arturia wanted to laugh. It served such a corrupted ruler. There was no escape from death. As much as it pained her to say that, she knew that no matter what happened, she would have died as well. Regardless if it was on the battlefield or through other means.

"It only serves him right."

The lion watched her every move. He had an air of neutrality but there was something in them. Something that looked…angry almost.

The man by her side did not react to her words. Instead he just looked out over the water.

"Do you ever feel your heart ache? Does loneliness not make you suffer?"

His eyes were sad when they came to meet hers.

Alone.

She was very familiar with the term and state of being. Words escaped her on how she would answer him. It didn't matter though, because he simply continued.

"To lose someone, to finally begin to realize that there is no bringing the dead back, it caused a fissure in his heart. He began to rule more justly over his people. Until he could bare the grief no longer. My friend gave his title to his successor and then quietly faded. My friend died as well. His soul finally at peace."

There was a pause between them. She knew not what to say and he was waiting for her understanding.

The look in his eyes begged her to realize that even the wicked and cruel could be redeemed. That everyone in their lives needed someone. The revelation of that hurt her. Perhaps she needed someone to save? Or was there someone that needed to save her? She had already lived her life, it ended centuries ago. But she couldn't help but feel that he wanted her to know her future. Whatever future she had as a ghost in dreams.

His body turned to hers suddenly, hands clutching at her shoulders.

"What…?"

Before she could finish her question he bent to put his lips to her ear.

"Arturia, I need you to wake up. Remember me, remember my name. You can save him, I know it! He needs you."

"Wake up? You're name? But you never…"

He gathered her in a tight hug and gave her forehead a kiss.

"My name is Enkidu. Remember me Arturia!"

Before she could question further she was thrust backwards. Her body hitting the water with a loud splash. Arturia felt heavy and she couldn't move. She was just simply sinking down like dead weight. The surface world above her fading.

The first thing Gilgamesh saw was black stones with red glowing cracks. He could recall the dragon's teeth tearing into him, but the memory from there was gone. How did he end up in this hellish place?

From what he could tell this place looked like a castle. It would make sense if he was where he thought he was.

"This must be inside of Arturia's mind. That's the only explanation for any of this."

"You are correct."

Gilgamesh turned towards the hollow voice.

The body was what shocked him. It was her, Arturia, but it wasn't her. No, this body looked like hers but it held none of the beauty. The woman before him stood in full armor. The plate was littered with red veins.

It took him very little time to realize what this was.

"So this is the corruption of the Grail? This is how my Saber will manifest in the world? I must say it is an ugly sight."

The waif before him narrowed her yellow eyes.

"Corruption? You think that I am corrupted? No, I carry the burden of the people's pains and their sins. I am awakened from a dream. If one of us is corrupt, that would be you, King of Heroes"

Gilgamesh was annoyed. This was not his Arturia.

"I know what you want. You will never have the object of your desire. She will wither and die, and I shall remain in her stead. I'd rather watch the life drain from her and extinguish the light of her soul."

"So you know who I am? To deny me of my possessions isn't wise of you. You should know that I will not settle for nothing. Oh, and I surely won't let you kill my saber, instead I'll dispatch you here instead."

He lifted his arm to call forth the gates. If this black king wanted to stand in his way then so be it.

"So you would do battle against me? Good, I desire a challenge."

She slowly made her way to where he stood, sword in hand by her side. The look in her pale yellow eyes told him all he needed to know. On the outside she seemed cold but in her eyes lay the true emotion she felt. Rage.

"It's interesting that you would think me a challenge, as if your memory serves, I am much stronger than Arturia. In fact, I need no blade to cross with you. My armory is enough to face you."

Her eyes narrowed and her sword was grasped in both hands. He could see her resolve, she wasn't about to let him live.

Before he could taunt her or even let loose the weapons, she was moving. He was stunned at how someone with so much armor plating could be that fast. He barely had time to pull a sword from his vault to block her blade from cutting him down.

"Now that I have your undivided attention, King of Heroes, let us commence this duel"

Gilgamesh was fuming with her gall. The hollowed form of his queen was immensely annoying. He had no qualms with taking her out. But she was strong. Much stronger than when he fought with his queen while she was partnered to that pathetic master of hers. He was stronger than her even still when she belonged to that other mongrel master of hers.

So why was this version of her so much stronger?

The king before him stood proud as she engaged him. Her pure fortitude was out matching him.

He would not lose here to some mere pretender.

"You do not belong here any longer, King of Heroes"

Her black blade was risen. He was very familiar with what she intended to do with it. With everything he had though, he couldn't move from where he stood. He wasn't able to even call forth the gates, or his most precious sword. It was a feeling he was completely and utterly sure that he would never feel again. Helpless fear.

"Ex- Calibur!"

Waves of black and red energy splashed over him.

Everything was cold.

I have no excuse. but this is a huge chapter so I hope it goes okie. Also yay Enkidu and Saber Alter? I'm like a master of procrastination so I apologize for it being A YEAR... but yeah. no excuse. ( I deleted the emails but I see people have favourited this and I happened to think "oh hey... better finish up this weird chapter..." so yeah those people that favourited this... here you go.) I haven't forgotten and I have tons of notes everywhere about this