Notes: Okay, so this is a... controversial chapter. But is very important for future story beats because even if these are all one-shots from now on, remember that these are all the same characters in the same universe. I am just telling the story out of order and I hope one day I'll be able to give you all the pieces so you can make sense out of the story in my head, haha.

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"Saber."

"Saber."

He has to shield his face from the sun as he opens his eyes. Air gently blows across his skin, green grass swaying lazily in the wind.

It is an idyllic sight.

And one that feels familiar.

"Where are we, Saber?"

To his right is a woman he'd never thought he'd see again. Long, flowing hair, light-colored clothes, and a hand on a white hat to prevent it from flying away.

Her crimson eyes, inhuman yet kind, shine just as brightly as he remembers.

"Iri?"

And her smile. Of course, that infectious smile.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" She reaches for his head, upwards this time, and chuckles. "You've grown taller, too."

"Irisviel - how?"

She turns back to watch the scenery. "Mm. I'm not sure myself. I shouldn't be here... I shouldn't even have a body at this point."

A side glance. "Maybe you're dreaming?"

Dreaming. Arthur almost scoffs. When was the last time he dreamed about anything? And something as peaceful as this?

"Hey, you're frowning again." The flick to the eyebrow makes him jump. "You do that often, you know. When you're thinking about things."

And he's not sure what to feel about that. That he's dreaming about a former 'Master' or that she's watched him enough in their short time together to be so confident of a fact.

"I think we're in Camelot." Is all he can say in the end, finally noticing the familiar castle's sturdy walls.

"Camelot?" Eyes wide, she looks at the hallway. "THE actual Camelot?"

Arthur smiles then, joining her in taking the sights in. "Yes. Home."

"Wow. I've read the stories but..."

"You know what this means, right, Saber?" The former master smiles, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You need to give me a tour!"

He hesitates for a moment, burning fires, green eyes, and the clashing of swords in the background of his memories.

But for now, the sun is shining bright.

Camelot hasn't fallen yet.

And it doesn't look like anyone else is in the dream castle.

"It would be an honor to return the favor," he says, holding out a hand like all those years ago in Japan.

"Thank you, Saber."

"Lancer."

"Lancer."

He has to shield his face from the sun as he opens his eyes. Bedsheets rustle as he moves to sit up.

"It's not like you to wake so late."

By the side of the bed is a woman he'd once said farewell to. Long, flowing hair, eyes like a shining lake, and a concerned look on her face.

With the sun highlighting her profile, he's once again reminded of all the songs and ballads written about her.

He never blamed them, she looks almost ethereal.

"I'm fine. If but a slight headache," he smiles wryly.

She looks like she doesn't wholly believe him, but relents. "Alright. Well, I just came to say Shirou's almost done with breakfast."

Then she stretches absentmindedly, muscles flexing against her slender form. "After the fight with Caster last night, I think we could all use a reward."

Arthur quickly looks away and chooses to inspect a potted plant. "Mhm. Food sounds good."

"Move quickly then, Arthur. The early bird catches the worm!"

The other servant leaves a laugh behind, going into spirit form and making it to the dining room within moments.

"You never did play fair, Gwen," He mutters and gets off the bed.

Forgotten dreams of Camelot dissipating from his memories like the morning dew.

Notes: Can't wait to hear people's thoughts if they have 'em. Let me hear your comments, guys ;)