Prompt: "During Case Files, Waver is still chasing/reminiscing the chance to meat his king, but what if it wasn't Iskandar. (Author's choice, Nobu, Ozy, Napoleon, etc)" — Gruffard, answered by Aberron
The ancient coin flipped once, twice and then a third time before coming to rest on Waver's hand. The image on the coin was of a woman with ringlets in her hair, though it did not do the true owner justice. "Basileus." He pronounced one of the two words on the coin. "Kleopatra." He smirked. The words had long been rubbed off from his hands. Every day he spun this coin for a while, ostensibly claiming that he was writing lesson plans for his lectures. In reality he mourned his friend.
Scars covered his legs from the fire that had rained from the heavens back in Fuyuki. It had been Assassin that dragged him from the crater, and had healed him. "I still owe you, mighty Isis."
Inside his desk, he pulled out the small photo album that he had from the grail war. She wanted him to have it to remember her by. The front page was a single image, of Cleopatra with her braids hanging out, and a golden snake extended from her belt. But that wasn't what he focused on. Instead it was the look upon her face. It was pure joy. Joy to be alive, the thrill of the fight, and the eagerness to prove her right to win.
She had died that night, to Gilgamesh of Uruk. This was the last moment that he could clearly remember her. He had cried about her before, even though they only knew each other for a few days. "Praise to Isis, upon her golden throne, that Egypteus may live on forever…" He began the ancient prayer. It was said that someday, if there was a strong enough belief, Isis would return to the earth in the form of the Queen. And once again, he flipped the coin.