hello its Rylanor and its been a while I know but its because of well you should already know if you read my other stories, for those who don't I lost someone very dear to me and I took a break from pretty much everything, please leave a review it helps a lot and let me know any Ideas of what you want to see I'm more than happy to provide
The Kingdom of Night
Pain, cold and breathless, that's all Arturia felt after the battle of Camlann. Her spear still lodged the chest of Mordred whose face is a mirror of her own twisted in shock, Camelot lies in blooded ruins with the last members of the kingdom dead or dying on the Crimson mud herself collapsed on her knees her own blood adding to the red rivers that mark the land pouring from her wound on her abdomen courtesy of Mordred, the wind howls in the sickening silence as flags and banners are the only thing that could be heard until a abrupt clap rang through the battlefield rippled the barren lands as Arturia as her head drifted up to see a tall man covered in black steel armour that was Wrapped in a Crimson Worn Cloak which Flutters in the wind, his eyes a cold Distant look almost lifeless his eyes gazing down towards her with His Artic stare colder than her own.
"What happened upon such a brutal battle… oh? What's this?" his Cold stare never faltering rather it travels to her 'Son' "A homunculus? Now that's interesting…" his eyes peered down from Mordred then to herself "A striking resemblance no?" His question was almost mocking. She found it appalling to say Mordred was anything like her "who are you?" her voice came barely above a whisper as her life was fading. "A crimson king, The Dragon prince, Vlad Dracul Tepes, but you can call me Dracula…" he bowed with the grace of a warlord "Wallachian?" was her second and perhaps final question "Indeed, it seems Merlin isn't a complete fool." his face, it gained a dark look "Tell me King of Knights, how would you feel to try again? With The young lady here too, perhaps you can right your wrongs?" he pauses briefly to let his words register in her head "but, There will be a time where I will call upon you and you WILL answer it, I hope merlin at least taught you The value of your word?"
Arturia peered into those crimson that laid in his eyes and saw no deceit, in silence while her wound continued to grow the crimson puddle that stained the bottom of her dress she made her mind up "I will take your offer Dracula" her eyes once more shined hope as she closed her eyes thinking it was like Merlins sorcery, feeling a fanged maw clamp on her neck gained her attention as she felt her world spin and then blacken.
Dracula P.O.V
As he finished Drinking the last of Arturias blood finishing the beginning processes of transformations into true nosferatu, it had a unique taste, the sickly sweetness of a pure maiden, but a fiery undertone given by the dragoncore she possesses, powerful indeed. He turned his attention to the seemingly dead Mordred, and Kneeling down and repeating the same process he found she had the same sweetness but a Cold burn frostbite.
"Morgan, you sly snake… putting the White dragons blood to make her the same and opposite of Arturia, my Merlins going to have a field day with that" with that he spirits them both away into a sealed tomb underneath Camelot
Several Hundred years later.
3rd person POV.
The year is 1760, Mankind has made great technological leaps and it's the beginning of the Industrial Revolution and near the Remains of Camelot some Illegal Coal miners are tunnelling under the Ruins and found a Very old Stone wall and a seemingly useless door which they stumbled upon and in it simply has a button which has a hole in the Middle of it. "What do you Suspect it is, William?" The first miner said "Nothin' good that's what, we're tunnelling under protected grounds, The crown will hang us if we are caught, never mind finding some ruin of the Old Roman Empire. So keep your trap shut Patrick" Responded William, but Patrick being only a young lad pressed the button and a Very thick steel spike shot through his hand (Thanks Serana) and blood poured into the groove drifting into the door and down a narrow channel onto two coffins were laid holes in which the blood funnelled into, a very large groan could be heard as the spike went back into the door and a heavy stone grinding into stone could be heard as the door lowered into the floor and Patrick who is now screaming his lungs off and William wrapping the poor lads wounds as best he can till he eventually just pulled his his knife out and gave him a merciful end, silence once more reigned supreme as the door stopped moving and a soft wind blew through the room but no sound was made. As William peered into the ominous now open cavern lit by a single hole in the ceiling shined a pool of blood and two coffins, one closed and one opened, there in which lies a gorgeous sword untouched by time and a suit of armour… Two frail hands gripped him with Inhuman strength as he turned to face it… to see a horrific sight of a Dehydrated Skeletal form of a woman and Glowing Blue eyes burning in the dark.
Quickly the corpse-like creature lunged forwards and gripped his throat and sank its maw into his throat almost tearing it out with ravenous glee, as he felt his body grow colder by the second he literally saw the impossible, as she drank his blood her skeletal form filled out, the corpse like grey of her skin became a pale peach, her hair went from a harsh ashen grey to a soft blonde, her face became filled out with soft features, her blue eyes glow brighter as her mouth left his neck and she looked at the dying man and had a cold emotionless look as she stepped over his slowly cooling dying body over to the open Coffin and slipped on the Tunic shirt and trousers and strapped on her Steel boots from her set and tied her hair into a braided bun and lifted the sword and stepped back over to him and swung a swift decapitating strike.
Arturias POV
She woke from her dream-filled sleep, filled with images and whispers of her new nature and how to survive, how to work in the shadows, images burned into her mind, as her throat was burning for a drink, thirst was killing her… as something dripped into her mouth, it was like tasting smoked salmon and cheap whiskey, with new found strength she lifted the lid off of her temporary tomb and slid out, now normally her Knight duties would demand things upfront but the screaming was filling the room echoing against the stone walls until the ceased with a wet gurgle and a sound of a blade being withdrawn from flesh slipped into the silence and watched a man with strange clothes stepped into the barely lit stone tomb and his eyes peered down to Excalibur and with a dirty grin he began to lean down, she silently crept up behind his form and reached out, his movements froze and he painfully looked behind him to see her form, Wasted by the ravages of time, her hair ashen and all fat, organs and muscles Atrophied and sickly thin, she lashed out with unnatural vigour and latched her mouth over his throat and drank deeply, she could feel her strength return, this also includes her now timeless looks, after drinking her fill, Dropping his barely clinging to life body she stepped over to her coffin and found her armour and Excalibur but she dressed in a simple Tunic, trousers and boots and unsheathed the Fey blessed blade and removed the head of the man who woke her, his head rolling towards Mordred's coffin she cracked it open and found two green eyes peering back… a small smile graced her lips "come Knight Mordred… no my Daughter… we have a new world to explore, but unfortunately Camelot is naught but ruins now." she can see the confused look in the green eyes and they peered around and found the dead body of a poor young man his eyes frozen in terror and Mordred slowly lifted his body and sank her fangs into his body and her body slowly became back to what it was but when she turned back around she had a Nasty Blooded Snarl her green eyes dyed Crimson pools of hate "Daughter!?" were the first words out of her mouth for a few hundred years… after the battle of Camlann "All those years not even Acknowledging me as your own son, you see me as your Daughter now!?" Artoria took a deep breath and she simply stared back "you see Mordred… your mother… Morgan, she lied to you." Mordred's anger faulted "She lied about you being the king as Morgan would have torn Camelot down as you barely left your room, you were a tool to her… and even Bedivere, who was the most blind of us could see that, to Morgan we were all expendable… I would not allow it but you destroyed Camelot and left her with nothing… in a way you won against her, not I" Arturia paused her own eyes watching carefully "now I call you my daughter that I should have been doing long ago, Come now my child we have a new world and we cannot longer rule as Camelot is a forgotten memory, perhaps its for the best…"
End.
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