4 Hours after midnight… in the tavern at Weymouth...
"Shirou…"
As I opened my eyes, I saw that I was now standing on a grassy plain. With rolling hills abound but no tree in sight. I felt the wind. The winds were calm and soothing as they passed by me. As I looked up, the sky was as blue as the sea. No clouds in sight.
"Shirou…"
That voice… though I knew who its owner was, I can't seem to understand where it's coming from. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere. Looking around for the woman who called my name, my attention suddenly shifted to something else. Namely speaking, my clothes.
I am currently wearing the same clothes that goddamn boy wore. Blue sweater and everything. Just as I was about to comment on my clothes the voice called out,
"Shirou…"
I started to move to the direction where I think the voice may be coming from. First I moved forward, then left, then right, and finally I stopped. I've come to realize that this won't lead to finding her. Even though I can hear her, I can't find her. She's here but not here at the same time. Just like always, I suppose.
"Turn around…"
But this time is different.
As I did what the voice told, I saw her. She was wearing the same white blouse and blue skirt Rin gave her all those years ago. As I looked down, she wasn't wearing any shoes or socks. She was barefoot. As I looked towards her face I realized she wasn't craning her head just to look at me eye to eye. Wait, I can't see her eyes…her golden blonde bangs are hiding them.
I also realized that I don't have to look down on her just to see her eye to eye.
Which was unnatural on its own, since I am both head and shoulders taller than her. Or at least I should. This can only mean one thing...
I am in the body of that idiot. Which means that I'm 15 again. The same age I first met her… The fact that I should've noticed either of these two from the start means that I'm an idiot myself. Damn you, boy.
Saber started to walk towards me with a smile gracing her beautiful face. Though I cannot see her eyes. Strange. No matter how many tries I make to focus myself towards them, I fail in doing so. I'm feeling dizzy all of a sudden.
"..." What? I can't say a word. What is this?
"There you are…" She spoke wistfully as she walked towards me. For some strange reason, the wind felt cold. Instead of glee, I felt a chill go through me the more she neared me.
"...Saber?" Finally, I managed to say something. Though I couldn't find anything else to say. She blew all the words I had in my head with every step she took towards me. My mind whirling with questions I could not find within to ask.
It's not that I couldn't ask them or anything. Something inside this place is stopping me from speaking anything after I said her name.
I decided on focusing back on Saber and seeing that she was 3 steps away from being up close and personal, I unconsciously took one step back. As she took the final step, she raised her hands to the level of my temples and was so close to touching them. I did not resist. Why I did not was beyond me.
But what happened next shook Him. Literally.
As she took a hold on both of my temples, a lightning-like surge shot up in my body. It was… uncomfortable, to say the least. But not painful. It felt like something was sifting through my mind. Like pages in a book. As Saber held onto my temples even longer, the pain intensified. As such, I started to move away from her. But she was unmoving. The more I tried to push away, the harder her hold on my head became.
"What are you doing?!" I said to Saber. Her smile from earlier changed to a slight frown. Her bangs covered her eyes, hindering me from seeing them.
"Making you remember." As Saber spoke, I felt the world around me shift. "Why you are here."
A bright light from out of nowhere blinded me for a few seconds until it died down. I regained my vision to see that the landscape has changed. From the rolling hills and grassland around me to the scarred land that is my reality marble. If the churning gears and all the swords littered around me had anything to say of the matter.
I found myself laying on the hill of swords. Saber is gone-
"So much for getting you to remember… Instead of doing this the fast and easy way, I somehow managed to go deeper inside you instead. Hehe…"
Nevermind. As I looked upon the rust colored sky, I saw Saber. Or at least a look-alike of her. Since this one clearly isn't his Saber.
"Oh, you're finally awake So this is your inner world. I have to say, you haven't quite cleaned up after yourself."
She was floating down to me. As I looked closer towards her I saw that her clothes changed. She was now wearing a white robe that stretched down to her feet; it was covering it even. Her sleeves are the type that is wide open and droops to allow her elbows to be visible. On her right hand is a white staff that somehow I cannot discern its origin of. Maybe it isn't a weapon.
"It would do you no good to stare at me so intensely, Shirou Emiya. As you may know, I'm already taken." the fake Saber said pretending to be.
...I'm not even going to comment on that.
"What are you?" I glared at the fake Saber. As I stood up to meet this fake Saber eye to eye. "And how are you here?"
"Me?" the fake Saber said in false shock, "I'm your beloved Saber! How rude of you to not know-"
"I do not know, you. And I know that you're not her." I retorted with an intense glare, "Also. She's not as abrasive as you are."
"How rude!" the fake Sabe pouted and crossed her arms, "And after all the things I went through to summon you, you will still be like that to me - your master?"
"My... what?" I questioned the fake Saber.
"Your master." the fake Saber emphasized. "Honestly, if I wasn't in this form, you would understand what I'm trying to say."
"What's your form got to do with being my master?" I asked with an eyebrow raised. But the response was a raised finger to my mouth. And how are you in my mind?"
"Shut up for a second and let me explain. We don't have much time. And also, I'm in your soul. There's a difference."
"..." Leaving my question of 'Why?' unasked. I simply nodded at the fake Saber.
"Perfect!" the fake saber smiled, "Let's start off with my form."
"This body isn't my real form. I'm just using it as a vessel to get into… Well, wherever we are." she paused for a second to look around in my reality marble. " We'll discuss your reality marble once we properly meet. But the point is, I managed to find you."
"Next is the reason I'm here. I'm here to tell you about why you're here. As in, here in this time period."
I only nodded at that. Asking her in silence to continue. Which she did.
"The thing is. Something dark is brewing here. No, not just in Camelot. It's bigger than that. It might even threaten the whole of Britannia itself!"
"And what might that be?" I asked.
"Didn't we talk about being quiet?!" the fake Saber nearly shouted. She lowered her voice to say, "I was getting there."
"I don't really know what it is. But from what I managed to gather, It will destroy many kingdoms and kill many people if nothing is done about it."
"I see…" I said while I was deep in thought.
Wait. If this person is the one who summoned me here, then why can't I feel our connection?
"Because you're summoned as a human. Not a servant. Yes, I can read your mind. Yes, I can do that. And no. I cannot truly read your mind. Your face says it all.``
Well. That explains it. But there is more to ask of this...person.
"Who are you? And if you already knew who I was, Why am I in the body of...him."
"Oh, that? You'll know who I am when you meet me. It's going to be pretty obvious when we do. And to answer the other question… I guess you're more sociable when you look like that."
"...So, you're telling me that I was altered into the body of this boy because you felt like it?" I asked out with barely hidden anger.
"Don't be like that, Shirou. He's also you, in a way."
"He will never be like me." I retorted back.
"Maybe. But don't act like you've used that face to your advantage."
"What do you mean?" I glared at the fake Saber
"Not only did you use your charms to befriend the likes of Mordred herself, but you also managed to swoon Arturia too! Now that's some super power, right there."
...She knows their true identities…
"Who are you! How do you know who they truly are?" I try to summon Kanshou and Bakuya but they won't appear. As I glared upon the fake Saber I saw that she was smiling slyly.
"I should ask you the same thing, Shirou Emiya. And don't even bother trying to fight me. This vessel I'm in is one of the very few things your soul doesn't reject. It must be because of those two." She then pointed to a sword piercing the ground with a sheathe leaning unto it.
" Then again, Excalibur and Avalon never once rebelled against Arturia. So I'm guessing it's because of that."
"So that means I cannot hurt you…" I asked. Setting aside the deal about the strange words the fake Saber said concerning the two weapons.
"Why would you? We're on the same side here."
"Not only did you invade my soul to talk to me without my consent, but you also took the form of the woman I… the woman I cared about. You also placed me into the body of that Idiot. I don't think your actions matched your words here. And all this time, never once did you give me your name."
"I told you. You'll know me when you see me. Actually, y'know what." With a wave at the staff I had long forgotten about, a light sprung from my hand. As the light from my hand vanished 3 separate marks appeared at my right palm. They looked like…
"There. If my words don't cut it, then my actions will. Once your hand glows, that means I am near. Once you meet me, they will vanish without a trace. Only then will you know who I truly am."
"...Fine. I will trust you just this once. But answer me this."
"Hm? Okay then, but make it quick. There will be an-
"Archer! Wake the hell up! Why the fuck did I lock myself out of my own fucking room! Damn it!"
"...Interference with our connection soon." the fake Saber sighed.
"Why summon me? And as a human nonetheless?"I asked.
"Ah." The fake Saber was caught off guard. As if she did not expect that question. "I, uh, don't think we have the time to answer that right now."
"At least give me a re-"
"Open the damn door, Archer! We have orders from Faust. I need you to open the fucking door. What the fuck... This door's broken!"
"I believe it's your fault if it is, Sir Knight! But please, don't break the door even more! You haven't even paid for your stay ye-"
"You'll get your rent when you fix this damn door!"
"Y-yes Sir! As you wish."
"Look, Shirou." The fake Saber grabbed my shoulders and stared at me in the eyes. (her eyes are lavender…)
"Just trust me when I say this. You're here for a reason greater than yourself. Just know that you'll be fighting a lot."
"When have I never?" I sarcastically commented. But it probably went over the head of this fake Saber since she didn't even realize it. Or did she?
"I'll be leaving now." The fake Saber let me go as she spoke, "The spell I used to connect us is becoming unstable. Anymore and it will probably expl-"
"Oi! Innkeep! What took you so long?!"
"S-sorry! I had to fix the knob first. Even though it's still fragile, I guess you can now open it with this key I have."
"Well give me that."
"S-ir Knight! Don't twist it that way, if you do you'll-"
SNAP
"Before I leave" the fake Saber pulled out a black staff that looks like a scythe and pinned it to the ground. "I'll give you this."
"What's that?" I asked.
"A copy of the weapon of an enemy you'll soon be facing. You can't use your Structural Analysis upon it because I made it. It's kind of my unique power. Yes, I know your powers too. And also, she - your enemy - might be there in Weymouth as we speak."
"And who might that enemy be?"
"It's Mor-"
CRASH
…...
"Fucking finally!"
"Sir Knight! The cost for the key will be-"
"Send the bill to the man downstairs named Faust. He has your money. Now leave me."
"Y-yes Sir!."
Slam!
Mordred had a 'splendid' evening. After nursing a massive headache from drinking too much, she was carried by Archer towards their shared room. A couple hours later, she had to use the bathroom. (she definitely did not make a mess out of the place. Nope.). When she got out of the bathroom, she was called upon by the Captain for a meeting.
Apparently, Andrus received a message through a raven about the change in plans. If what she remembered from the meeting was right…
'How did it go again?' Mordred thought to herself absentmindedly when suddenly her head started to ache, 'Fuck... my head… I am never drinking that much ever again.'
And as she massaged her temples after removing her helm, the Red Knight began to reminisce about the meeting … as well as her encounter with a certain cavalryman before it...
45 minutes ago…
"BLEUGH!"
A person was inside the bathroom relieving themselves of the contents of their stomachs. A detail Andrew of the 15th Cavalry was keenly aware of as he was waiting for said person. He was tasked by the Captain to call upon the rest of the Cohort for an emergency meeting. He wasn't fully briefed about the whole situation. Just the part that he needed to find all of them and bring them to the Captain's room which was by the stairs.
"BLEUGH!"
'Just how much did Sir Mordred even drink?!' Andrew thought as he paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door. 'He's been there for more than 30 minutes now. Any more and he'll probably pass ou-'
Click.
Hastily looking back to the door the Knight of the Round previously entered he saw her. Andrew saw that the Red Knight was devoid of most of her upper armor - her front chest plate, her upper arm guards, and her steel gloves are gone as well. But his helm was still there, albeit opened at the mouth area. To replace her upper armor was the forest green cloak that was unique for the 15th Cavalry on top of a half sleeved maroon leather shirt. Only her forearm guards and the rest of her lower armor were left from the armor set she had previously worn.
But what Andrew noticed especially was that despite the Red Knight's somewhat clean and not quite unkempt attire were the signs of a hangover. And from the looks of it, he's concluded that it's a big one. The clutching of the gut, the visible sweat near the cheeks, the swaying motions the Red Knight was doing that indicates nausea and vertigo point to the fact. And to top it all off, Mordred reeks of ale and vomit.
' Someone is definitely wasted.' Thought Andrew. He was about to speak to the Knight of the Round when suddenly, a bone chilling glare was directed towards him by said Knight.
"What the hell do you want now, Andrew? Talk before I make you." Mordred threatened as she clenched her gut and covered her mouth to prevent another puking session.
'Irritability from a hangover...check.'
Now, from what Andrew is seeing,the Red Knight is pissed at him. But in reality, she wasn't exactly mad at the Cavalryman per say. Rather, she's just directing all the frustrations she had from having to deal with the massive headache she's feeling right now.
"Uh-um. The Captain's looking for you. Sir Mordred." Andrew said as he regained a bit of his composure, "He said that he has news for all of us."
"..." the Red Knight's glare was unwavering. Even though half her face was covered by her helm, Andrew can still feel it travel through his body. As if seeing every nook and cranny of it. Finally, after 2 minutes of silence, the Red Knight said.
"Lead the way."
To which the Cavalryman can only reply in haste with, "Y-yes, of course!."
'...Phew! I think I just avoided death.' Screamed Andrew inside his mind as he went ahead of the Red Knight.
'Fuck… My head hurts…' thought Mordred as she followed from behind.
Later...Captain Faust's room...
"This sword is incredible!"
"Don't swing it around frantically Bart. That's my father's sword."
"Oh relax! It's not like I'll do anything bad with i-"
CRASH!
"What the fuck, Bart!"
"I'm sorry, Levi! Uh, uh, here! Take it back Andrus."
After receiving the message carried by a raven that was from Horsa, Andrus immediately woke the Captain up to tell him about the news: Horsa is planning to leave Weymouth as soon as Andrus boards the ship.
Now why is this bad, you ask? Well, it's simple really. You see, the established plan before all this was split into three phases. Made by the Ravenhead himself. The first is for Andrus to infiltrate the ship with a few members of the 15th pretending as mercenaries and stay there for the night.
Once Andrus meets with Horsa, the ravenhead will share everything he's found out about during his stay in the Castle at Camelot while simultaneously finding out where his wife is.
And once Horsa gives him a general location on where his wife could be, Andrus will lead the men with him to take back his wife and get the fuck out of there asap.
Now, this plan sounds a bit off. Like the first part where Andrus shares about all the information he's discovered. That seems a bit too dangerous, yeah? And apparently, the Captain and his senior Lieutenant Levi thought the same way too when the trio was discussing the plan with the Ravenhead. But Bart had a eureka moment at that point. Bart laid out another alternative to the plan. It didn't change the plan much but it was enough of a change that the rest of the room accepted Andrus' original proposition with that change in mind and moved on to fleshing out the rest of it.
The second phase of the plan was thoroughly debated by the Captain and his lieutenants. It wasn't one that involved many changes to the original plan - it's already simple and easy enough to follow. But it still took an hour to conclude because it all boiled down to one question: Who should go?
Levi proposed that it should be a group of 2 who will go with Andrus. Him and the Captain. The most senior of all of the 15th, Levi's prowess when it comes to things like these is second only to the Captain since he was, well, the best of them. He argues that since there won't be any bumbling fool (Bart) hindering them from going in undetected.
Bart - hiding the fact that he's pissed at the notion - proposed another group that should go. Two individuals that seemed most unqualified for things like these since they were either untested for such a task or not exactly well known for being great at subtlety : Archer the Scot (their nickname not mine) and Mordred of the Round.
Let's just say the people in the room weren't too keen about the idea.
Flashback… in the same room
"Are you serious Bart?! Have y - Have you lost your mind?!" Levi exclaimed before quickly silencing himself after seeing the stern gaze of the Captain.
"I agree with him." Andrus said as he pointed a thumb at Levi, "you must be either stupid of mad to think they're capable of being subtle. While I can't speak about Archer's capabilities, Mordred himself is probably the worst option you'd ever thought of."
Levi nodded in agreement to that. Bart can only sigh before speaking in defense of his proposition.
"I believe it's a great idea." Bart started as he glanced at the others in the room. We have both the 3rd strongest strongest swordsman of the Round as well as the victor of the Bane of Camelot himself! They're enough firepower to render even a blown cover as a win in itself."
"And why do you exactly think that it would even be a good thing to let them blow their covers?" the Captain asked sternly. As if reprimanding the sheer brashness of his Lieutenant's idea. "We are talking about potentially igniting a war, Bartholemew. A war the King himself has desperately been trying to avoid."
"Exactly!" Levi chimed in, "That's why I didn't even bother mentioning them here, Bart! They're too much of a risk."
"But think of their abilities, Levi." Bart insisted as he paced through the small space that is the Captain's room, "Sure, Mordred isn't exactly well known for a mission like this. And hell, I can't even tell you what Archer can do. But don't you see that they are the most powerful members in our group?!"
"Look what they have accomplished!" Bart nearly shouted to the three listening, "Archer fought - and won, mind you - against Drecken. And if what I heard from the castle scribes speak true, the man defeated someone powerful enough to render Mordred of the Round unconscious! And we all know who Mordred is."
"But you know about the unstable personality the Red Knight has." Andrus said, "He's known to be hot-blooded towards anything and anyone he comes across."
"And not to mention Archer. Bartholomew." , the Captain spoke, capturing everyone's attention. "We do not know if he's even up to the task. I do not know him well enough to trust him in a vital mission such as this."
"All we know about him is that he came out of nowhere and somehow garnered the interest of the King." Levi added. "He might as well be a spy planted by the King himself to see if we are loyal enough."
"That's bullshit and you know it." Bart replied. To which his friend could only shrug at.
"Look." Bart clasped his hands, "I believe that the King knew that this mission could've become something like this. That we would go on this mission and that it would become something greater and graver than anything we've ever been in before."
"Ahem." Levi interjected. "Wessex?" . He was talking about the battle the 15th Cavalry had a year ago during the Sack of Wessex.
"Nothing like that, of course." Bart replied. But trust me when I say this, all of you. I believe that the King knew that we would be dealing with a situation like this soon enough. I also believe that's why Archer and Sir Mordred are even here with us."
That speech was enough to convince them that the redhead and the Red Knight will be the ones to go.
Flashback end…
"...It's still strange. Yknow?" Levi mused.
"What is?" the Captain asked.
"Bart." Levi asked/declared to his friend as said friend pick up the . "You usually don't back up complete strangers to you like that."
"While that is true of me… Let's just say I had a revelation just before I came here." Bart replied standing straight up after picking up all the pieces.
"You mean when you slept like a drunken log like the last time I saw you?" Andrus said as he sheathed his sword. He remembered the time that he saw most of the Cavalrymen including Bart last night playing a drinking game with the bar customers and had to help carry them one by one to their rooms.
"It was a self made revelation, ok?" Bart replied, already close to the garbage bin. "It's like one of those eureka moments that pops in your head once in a while. This time in the form of a dream."
"And how did this dream of yours relate to our current situation?" the Captain asked. Looking a tad bit confused at the moment.
'And since when did dreams have the power to do that?'' the Captain thought to himself.
"Humor me, Captain." Bart pleaded. "It was like… how can I say this? It was like a message was given to me by some holy being directly into my mind…"
"...Really? Really Bart? You're telling me an angel gave you a message that somehow means that Archer and Sir Mordred should go instead of me and the Captain?" Levi asked incredulously.
"Well, yeah! She did." Bart replied.
"She?!" Levi - and surprisingly Andrus - asked in surprise.
"Peace. Levi." The Captain said as a means to calm Levi down, "Continue, Bartholomew."
"Well… here's how it fully went."
Dream sequence…
He was standing at the center of what looks like his home village back at Camelot. He can see his parents' house which was to his right. He noticed that the village well was beside him. The same one that he accidentally dropped his book after he bumped into...her.
"Agnes?" Bart cheerfully asked the lady whose back was facing him
. Agnes was his childhood crush. He loved her more than anything in the world. But to his dismay, another son of a bitch got to her before he could. But that doesn't matter now. She's here! And that's all that matters.
'Agnes' turned around. A brunette, she was. She had lovely freckles that dotted her cheeks and nose as Bart remembered her. She was easily the most beautiful woman in the village. And as he looked at 'Agnes', he noticed that he was a bright lady, in the literal sense. As Bart looked on at her back turned, it looked like she was glowing. As if a light was emanating from her. And the fact that her clothes are as white as that light just makes her look even more glowy.
But as 'Agnes' faced Bart, it all started to make sense to him.
"...Are you an angel?" Bart asked.
...all I can say in defense for him is that apparently being drunk while conscious can translate to a negative IQ while dreaming.
As her lavender (Lavender? Weren't they Chestnut brown?) eyes gazed at him, 'Agnes' stood up and walked to him and placed a hand on his head.
"I give you knowledge." 'Agnes' spoke. "Knowledge of what needs to be done."
"Wh-what?!" Bart exclaimed, "A-Agnes! What are you doi-"
And then suddenly, a bright light exploded from Bart's forehead.
End…
"Hold the fuck up. So you're telling me that some bitch you knew from when you was a kid told you 'knowledge' of what needs to be done? Are you fucking with us, or what?!" Mordred asked, who coincidentally entered the room as the story was near the halfway point.
"I think that an angel truly did send a message to him." Andrew, who was with Mordred, "I mean, God works in mysterious ways-"
"But do you really think He'd give a damn about us right now?" Levi interrupted, "That just sounds like witchcraft to me."
"Levi could be right." The Captain commented, surprising everyone. "From what I've seen during my lifetime, there are people truly capable of doing things like these. And I know one of them. His name is Merlin." He was remembering the time when he saw Merlin blow himself and his study room up and simply healed all his wounds in mere seconds.
'If Merlin is as powerful as he claims to be, then I have no doubts that he could be well capable of pulling something like this.' Faust thought.
"Hah! Please." Mordred shouted , "The only thing that son of a bitch is good at is getting banned by every brothel in the Kingdom. If he can do bullshit like this, then I'm a traitor."
(...prophetic much?)
Somewhere in Camelot, a white haired mage covered in a lot of ash all over his recently torn clothes that were caused by multiple shards and shrapnel that previously latched on to his skin, sneezed.
"The Point is," Bart said loudly to all in the room. "Thanks to me -and Andrus of course - we now have a simple, solid, understandable plan that has a 100% success rate."\
"..." No one has any objections to that. Either because Levi can't exactly find where to retort, Mordred and Andrew having nothing to say, Andrus not caring about it as much as he should, or that the Captain spoke first.
"But you do realize that we can't use that plan anymore since it hinges on the fact that Horsa won't immediately leave Weymouth. Now that that isn't a certainty, we have to make another one to fit our current issue. That's why I called for everyone in the first place."
A facepalm could be heard resonating through the hallway.
….
...Now… Archer's Room
"So why exactly are we changing our clothes, again?" Archer asked as he looked at the attire given to him by Andrew who came to the room 5 minutes after Mordred did.
"Faust wants us to change into them." Mordred explained as she changed in the one corner of the room that has a dressing cover, "We'll be boarding Horsa's ship with Andrus as his 'hired mercs'."
"And why couldn't we just wear our green cloaks over it." Archer asked, still unwilling to change.
You really can't blame him for it. They look like they haven't been washed. Ever. The brown top is torn at the right chest section, the black pants they gave have lots of holes, and overall they smell. It's the same clothes you would think homeless peasants would wear during the 6th Century.
"If you have anything else to wear, you can wear it." The Captain spoke through the open - and slightly damaged - door of the redhead's room. "The only requirement is that you look inconspicuous enough to pass as mercenaries."
" The fuck did I change to this shit then?" Mordred said as she went out of the corner wearing the clothes she was given - a squire's chainmail on top of a green padded long sleeved shirt with slightly armoured pants that have iron plate at the thighs. Her shins and calves are protected by a pair of iron greaves with her feet being protected by ankle high hardened leather boots. The only part of her original armour she's currently wearing is her helmet but it's been altered - i.e., removed horns. She looks like your common Squire, to be honest.
Good thing that Archer secretly reinforced the concealment charms Mordred's helm had before all this. (The Red Knight didn't know about it though.) When Archer analyzed her armor during that fight with Drecken, he realized that the charm was spread out to all its parts. And that, if you take enough parts off, the charms placed on the set would be weak enough for the people seeing her would question her identity. So, he did a thing and made the charms placed at the helm - the most important armor piece of them all - and multiplied its strength to equal Mordred's whole armor set. And it worked! Faust isn't questioning her noticeably unmasculine, if not feminine, body.
"It's better for you to wear that than your current armour, Sir Mordred." Captain Faust explained, "if you were to be with Andrus as a Knight of the Round, the mission would be rendered lost."
"Hmph." the Red Knight scoffed, "I still don't see why I have to do this rather than just beat the shit out of Horse-shit." I.e. Horsa
"Because Horsa is the brother of Hengist, Mordred." Archer said discarding his disguise and went on to wear his usual armour* instead, "From what I gather, it's not a great Idea to attack ,even more so as to kill a relative of a very powerful warlord."
"To add to that, Hengist has recently declared himself High Chieftain of Eastland after the former ruler of that Kingdom abdicated." Faust added, "that means we'll be offending a royal prince as well as his King Brother should we be discovered."
"Argh!" Mordred groaned. "Fine. Fine, I get it now. Since he's a fucking princess, we can't kill him."
"Nor can we allow ourselves to be discovered," Faust supplanted, "for if that were to happen, we would be on the first ship to Eastland's dungeons."
"We?" Both Archer and Mordred asked.
"Yes, we." Levi butted in as he suddenly walked into the open room. A rude thing to do, mind you. Even the Captain didn't dare do such a thing considering that all this time he stayed at the doorpost. But the two tenants residing in the room didn't care much about it.
"Since we can no longer count on the fact that Horsa will stay docked at the port when Andrus meets him, we can't be sure that you can get out of there without having to swim to land."
"Get to the point, Levi." Faust ordered.
"The Captain has decided that the four of us will go there together while Bart takes over as commander of the Cohort." Levi said as he sat down on Mordred's bed.
"So you're saying that the ship will leave Weymouth as soon as we get to it?" Archer asked as he properly managed to figure out how to make a hood out his scarf. He was unable to attend the meeting that happened half an hour ago, so he's not in the know. Blame that strange encounter he had with that stranger.
"Yep." Levi replied, "After we board the ship, Horsa will order the crew to chart a course for Eastland - Hengist's Kingdom."
"Once we get there, the rest of the 5th Cavalry will be waiting for us. Ready to get us out of wherever the Saxons bring us."
"So, that's the plan , huh?" Archer mused as he sheathed his unnamed sword, "Plain and simple. I like it."
"Do you really think that bullshit would work?" Mordred asked as she strapped Rhindon on her back.
"Andrus already told them about us," Faust explained, "Using the raven he received the message from, he notified the Saxons of our presence and requested that they may allow us in the ship with him until he can pay us."
"So yes, Sir Mordred." Levi said as he crossed his arms. "This will definitely work."
"We'll be leaving in 5 minutes after everyone is prepared." The Captain started to leave the vicinity of the room before stopping himself to say, "Let them have their room, Levi."
"Alright. Alright." Levi replied, "I'm coming. Just let me have a word with these two."\
"Make it quick then." And with that, the Captain left.
As soon as the Captain's footsteps were no longer heard, Levi sprinted to the door and quickly closed the door. Fortunately, the already wounded door wasn't slammed shut by the Lieutenant.
"So, what have you got to say, Levi?" Archer asked as he cocked an eyebrow at his companion's strangeness.
"Something that I couldn't understand at all." Levi said grimly.
"Something you couldn't even tell the Captain?" the redhead asked again.
"Something that has to do with the Captain." Levi replied with urgency
"And that is?" Mordred said both annoyed and curious as she sat on her bed. Annoyed because the fucker - Levi - messed up her bed and curious because of what Levi had to say.
"Well…"
Midnight… Down the hall.
Levi couldn't sleep. After turning and twisting in his bed for what seemed like forever, he got out of his bed and left his room. It's been a common occurrence with the man for almost a year now.
'Was it a year? It feels like it's been longer.' Thought Levi.
He's been experiencing these sleepless nights ever since the Battle at Wessex. Wherein all but his brothers in arms at the Cohort were left alive. That ambush haunted him every now and then. You see, he was in charge of leading the King's flank that was opposite of the one Captain Faust. The two of them were beside the King at the time said King started to charge towards the road in front of them to break the encirclement the Saxons were trying to pull, But somehow because of unforeseen factors that led to equally unforeseen circumstances, Levi found himself in the bottom half of the flank.
He was still the leader of that flank, however. So he encouraged the men in front of him to keep moving forward to protect the King. As the charge broke through the encirclement little by little, countless waves of Saxos went at them on all sides. Fortunately for Levi, he managed to keep track of the King's advance - even going so far as to reach the front and ending up beside said King - while being dealt with non-fatal wounds (better than being dead).
Unfortunately for him, Levi had the front seat at the viewing of his comrades dying. He remembers it as clear as day. One by one they were killed off as the men of Camelot rode on to break the Saxon's encirclement. Out of the 16 - including him - that was with him that day, only 5 came out alive. He tried to rationalize the tragedy as something that couldn't be changed no matter what he's done. He tried saying to himself that it would have been worse if the King died instead of them. That it was a necessary sacrifice to make for the safety of the Kingdom.
'But was it though?' Thought Levi as he strode through the empty hall of the tavern. As he walked through, he suddenly noticed two rooms. One that he knows belongs to the Captain, and the other belongs to Bart.
'I should go to Bart.' Thought Levi, 'Maybe he has an answer for this.'
Bart's been known to be tamest and least insubordinate of them all in the 15th. Well, Andrew could be a decent placeholder, but Bart's unique. He's only known to be tardy and is notorious for being hard to wake up - a terrible trait to have as a soldier. He's also known to be kind, a lowkey genius, and a decent fighter in his own right to balance his bad qualities out. But the most redeeming quality Bart has is that he can listen. Especially so, for 6 times, Levi has confided to Bart some of the diciest and somewhat horrid shit he's been through as a soldier. And to his credit, Bart didn't have a mental breakdown from what he's heard. (Respect +1) . And for the 7th time, Bart will do it again. The listening part, at least.
That is, until he heard some voices in the Captain's room.
"You know, Andrus. You're one tough case to handle, that's for sure."
"I do not care about that. Why did you call me here?"
"It's a simple thing that won't take your time."
Levi stopped. Like, literally. His hand was hovering at the knob of Bart's door when he heard it. His mind went into overdrive. Thinking about all the possibilities and reasons for what he had just heard. It took 4 seconds for him to condense all his thoughts into one cohesive and understandable question (the rest became jumbled in his brain):
'Why the hell is that man doing in there?!' thought Levi as he moved to place an ear at the Captain's door.
It's become apparent throughout the journey that Levi has no trust in the Ravenhead. Why, though? Be it the fact that Levi finds the man as a threat to his Captain and brothers-in-arms, an arrogant stick in the mud that has no desire to be a decent human being, and just a plain asshole. He has no justification to hate Andrus that way, but he couldn't help feeling that way towards the man.
While all that is said, there's another reason for the senior Lieutenant to not trust the ravenhead. Call it a gut feeling, but Levi thinks that Andrus is hiding something… Whether it would be something that can help or damn them all in the long run is beyond the Lieutenant.
"Now," the Captain started to speak inside the room which brought Levi from his musings, "Show me your sword and shield."
"And why should I do that? And didn't you already see it back at Dorchester? You know, when you broke into my house?" Andrus asked sarcastically. But Levi could tell it was a farce.
'He's hiding something…' Levi thought to himself.
"To examine of course." Faust said in a matter-of-factly tone, "I've had my suspicions about you for a while now. I only wish to confirm them. Also, I did not see it back then. I was too preoccupied with the chest of numerous letters I had to go through."
"And what's my sword got to do with your 'suspicions', exactly?" Levi could hear the ravenhead shuffling in that room. As he pressed his ear deeper into the door he could make out the sounds of Andrus' footsteps. It sounded to the Lieutenant that the ravenhead was inching closer to the door.
"Because it has an uncanny resemblance to the sword that nearly killed me 20 years ago." the Captain nonchalantly replied.
'...What. The. Fuck?!' Levi - and to some degree, Andrus - thought.
"...How can that be?" Andrus asked aghast. But to Levi, that sounded fake.
"It depends." the Captain said, "Allow me to see your blade, and we shall see if I am right."
A couple of seconds passed when Levi heard a sword being unsheathed inside the room. He heard some feet shuffling about - probably the Captain nearing the ravenhead to grab the sword.
"Hm… Interesting." the Captain mused as he finally got the sword and brought it to eye level, "A remarkable sword, this one is. It's light but durable, perfect for fast paced swordplay. "
"So what's your verdict?" Andrus asked impatiently, clearly not wanting to be in the room.
"... You're not like your grandfather, are you?" the Captain side commented as he kept his eyes on the sword.
"I've noticed while you conversed with Sir Mordred and Archer that when the topic of your grandfather came up, you seemed apprehensive. Do you dislike him or something?"
"What the hell has that got to do with this?! And you haven't answered my question. Is it the sword you said it was or not?" Andrus was nearing anger and… fear? That was what Levi heard from his voice.
'But why was he afraid?'' Levi thought.
"You said this sword once belonged to your grandfather, yes?" Faust pressed on, not even bothering to acknowledge the questions Andrus said.
"Yes, and what of it?" Andrus was perplexed. Why on earth does everything come back to him. Him of all things. And what did this man even know about him?
"Who is your grandfather?" Faust asked the ravenhead. From where Levi was standing, he heard a mumble from Andrus - a sign of the ravenhead about to speak, but before Andrus managed to, the Captain added. "If you lie to me, I will know. So tell me in full honesty. Who's your grandfather?"
"..." Levi was waiting for an answer as well as the Captain. For some reason, Andrus stayed silent. As if fighting against himself on whether or not he should say. But eventually, the side that says that he should tell the Captain won out. For after what seemed like forever - if forever = 15 seconds - the ravenhead spoke.
"Sigh… I hope you have a good reason to know his name, Faust. Alright then, his name is U-"
Just as Andrus was about to say the name… Bart came out of his room.
" *Yawn…* Andrus? What are you doi-"
As suddenly and quickly as Bart came out of the door of his room, Levi sprung to action. In a split second, Levi managed to both bring his hand directly to Bart's mouth to shut him up, move the two of them into the now open room and close the door. All without making any noise. Why Levi did this was obvious: what he just heard was confidential. And knowing this information alone could get him into all sorts of shit he's more than keen to avoid.
"Wh-what the hell, Levi!" Bart wheezed out as his mouth was being clamped shut by Levi's vice-like hands. "What was that about?"
"Oh. It's you." Levi smoothly lied as he pretended that he didn't know that was his friend, "I thought you were a spy or some shit."
"The hell kind of excuse is that?!" Bart wondered as he pried Levi's hand off his face. He then felt his head aching all over the place afterwards for some reason.
"Uhhhhhh… I think you just made my hangover worse…" Groaned Bart as he looked up towards his friend who was strangely glancing about. Most especially at the wall where the Captain's room is.
"What are you doing here, anyways? It's not like you to just walk around the hall and up here." Bart asked the wary Senior Lieutenant who was currently resting on a chair beside the window. Allowing him to see the starry night sky.
"I was just, you know, around…" Levi worded his answer as to not give any hints to his true reason. He knew what he just heard was something no one should know save for the Captain and the ravenhead.
Speaking of ravens…
"What is that?" Levi asked no one in particular. He was looking at the sky when he saw something pitch black just soaring through it. It if wasn't for the bright full moon that was currently shining from above, he would never have seen it.
"Hm? What is what?" Bart asked as he groggily walked to where Levi is. When he looked up at the sky, he was unimpressed.
"Levi, don't you know what that is?" He asked his friend.
"A bird, I suppose?" Levi answered sarcastically.
"Yeah, but what kind is that, do you think?" Bart pressed on.
"..." Levi had nothing to say. Bird watching wasn't his expertise, y'know.
"You don't need to be an expert to tell that that bird's a raven." Bart explained, "But I have to say, it sure is a big one. Probably the biggest I've ever seen."
Just as Bart said that, the raven made a sudden descent. It was like an arrow, that bird. Gracefully flying through the sky with precision. It went so fast that Levi almost lost sight of it. But to the two Lieutenants mild surprise, they found that the raven was heading towards them, i.e., the tavern.
"Is it just me, or is the raven coming towards us?" Bart bemused the equally perplexed Levi.
"It looks like it." Levi replied as he kept his focus on the bird. Said bird proceed to fly towards their direction at an ever increasing speed. It then stopped very close to them - just in front of Bart's window. Afterwards, it then made a left to…
"Where did it go?" Bart asked as he lost sight of the black bird.
"To the Captain's room." Levi said indifferently, hiding his true thoughts as he answered his friend.
End of flashback…
"After the raven went into the Captain's room. A few minutes later Andrus brings out the news of the change of plan." Levi said to Mordred and Archer who were both sitting on the former's bed as they listened to the lieutenant who was sitting on the latter's bed.
"And then the rest is history." the Lieutenant finished.
"Why did you want us to know about this?" Archer curiously asked as he stood up from the bed and walked to the window.
'There is little to no reason for Levi to Mordred and I about what he's learned. ' Archer thought, 'Levi clearly isn't too keen on letting Andrus off without a leash and I can now see why. But what does he expect from us when he tells us this?'
"I'm not asking much." Levi replied, "Just… Just keep an eye out. We don't know where his loyalties lie yet."
"So, he's like me then." Archer half joked, "And here I thought Camelot's knights are just and fair."
In all honesty, the redhead was expecting the 15th Cavalry to keep an eye or two out to see if he was a spy or something. Not that of his mind, of course. To him, it's a rational course of action. But what happened next was quite a surprise for Archer.
Levi looked at him weirdly and said, "Why would you say that?"
Archer was perplexed. He didn't expect this from the lieutenant. He then replied,
"Because I'm the same as him, Levi. You know Mordred over here, but you don't know me. I literally came out of nowhere. You don't know where I live, where I'm from. Hell, you don't even know where my loyalties lie. So answer me this, why wouldn't I say that?"
Mordred, who was confused at this exchange thought, 'The hell is he on about?'
Levi just shrugged at the redhead and with confidence he replied, "Your loyalties lie with the King, Archer. That's what makes you and Andrus different. From the day we left Camelot, I saw how you looked at the King. It was with reverence and respect. And that alone was enough for me to trust in you."
"..." Archer walked up to the window sill and leaned onto it while he stayed silent at the lieutenant's reply. The other two in the room took it as a clue that the conversation had ended and started a new one amongst themselves. The redhead just zoned them out and went into deep thought.
'To think that I put up all that fuss for nothing… I thought that Levi would see me in the same light as Andrus but it turns out I'm wrong. To think he'd trust me just because of how I looked at Sabe- no wait, Arturi- no, that's wrong too. Should I start calling her the King now? She's a completely different person from the Saber that I knew. Literally… Damn, I'm making things harder for myself.'
He looked out the night sky that was showing signs of sunlight when he began another train of thought which was about Saber too. But this Saber is not actually Saber but instead the one from his dream.
'Speaking of Saber… Who was that woman? No, it can't possibly be a woman. Sh- it. It said that it was just a vessel for them to get into my head without being rejected by my soul. Whatever that means. All I know is that the fake Saber is a magus. A very powerful one. But who?'
"You three!" Andrew called out as he ferociously slammed his arm on the door, "The captain's doing a roll call. Get out of there and meet us at the stables now!"
"On our way!" The trio in the room shouted.
And with that… the day has started for the 15th Cavalry
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Sunrise… somewhere unknown…
A man was found in chains inside the dark ,bleak, and sickening hell that is the dungeons. He was writing in pain after a very very thorough torture session. You see, this man has rebelled against his master and so said master punished him severely for it.
"To think that after all the things I've done to you so that you would remember your place… You really want to end your already miserable life don't you?"
Drecken craned his bloody neck so that he could see the owner of the voice. And to his displeasure, it was none other than his captor and slaver Morgan le Fay. Honestly, if what he was feeling for the woman right now could materialize into something physical, it would become a flaming demon from the depths of the Lake of Fire.
"Oh, that's new. You're glaring at me instead of scorning me with your pathetic wailing. Many a man have been where you are now and you are the first to scream like an infant." Morgan said smugly as she magically lifted the broken body of the Bane of Camelot to eye height.
'Puh!'
Blood filled spit was ejected from Drecken's mouth in a vain attempt to spite the Cornwall Witch. I say in vain, since the spit ended up levitating in the space between the two.
A sadistic grin popped up on Morgan's face as she said, "Perfect. Just what I came for."
As she said that, she quickly slammed Drecken to the wall and using the chains already shackled to all 4 limbs of the man, she then stretched him. Earning a painful yell from Drecken. He looks like a star at this point now.
"Once I get out of these chains, I will make you a feast for the crows." Drecken growled.
"Hehehe…Hahahahaha! I cannot wait to see you try." Morgan mocked, "That'll be more interesting than leaving you to die by my chains. Although…"
The chains of Drecken started to emit lightning. Small sparks here and there escalated into powerful volts that can kill a normal lightning. But like the saying 'lightning in a bottle', it hasn't been unleashed yet to cause sorrow, pain, and agony for the poor man.
"It would be a waste if I allowed you to die pathetically like that. Maybe as a lamb for my dear King Arthur to slaughter. Yes… that'd be good." Morgan was jesting at this point. Just a means to rile the chained man up. Which she successfully accomplished.
"ARTHUR PENDRAGON'S HEAD WILL REST ON A PIKE BY THE TIME I'VE KILLED YOU! ONCE I'M FREE, I'M COMING FOR YOU, MORGAN! LET'S SEE WHO'LL BECOME THE LAMB IN THE E- AAAAAAAAGGHHHHHAHHHHHHH"
"Be the dog you are and stay put." Morgan said as she walked to the dungeon door, "I'll come back for you when I'm done." And with that, the witch left the screaming man to suffer for another set of hours.
As Morgan walked through the halls of her personal castle hidden deep within the lands of Cornwall, (a castle so hidden that Uriel, the King of Cornwall and Morgan's 'husband', doesn't even know about it) she walked by a group of floor scrubbers.
The scrubbers are weird. They've been drooling from their mouths the entire time they were cleaning and kept trying to clean it up but the drooling hasn't stopped. When Morgan looked a bit closer at the scrubbers, she saw how scarred and disfigured they were. Their hands and feet were covered in open wounds pouring out a sickly yellow pus - a sign of infection. When she looked at their faces, she saw that their faces were so beaten up to the point that their jaws couldn't close properly - hence the drooling. When she looked at their eyes, they had no pupils. Nay, their eyes looked like they rolled back into their heads. When they tried to speak, it came out as a jumbled mess of sounds, moans, and groans. Even if Morgan cared to know what they were trying to say, she couldn't. But she knows why they're like that.
"Ah. My former champions." Morgan apathetically said at the floor scrubbers as she walked passed them. She crushed the hand of one of the scrubbers with her sharp heels. Causing a howl of pain from him.
As usual for most things, the witch of Cornwall could care less about their plight. To her, they were as useful as cow dung. You see, these floor scrubbers back then used to be mighty and powerful mercenaries travelling all around Britannia trying to make a name for themselves. After the fall of the Western Roman Empire, Britannia became the most hostile region in all of Western Europe. Saxon incursions at the southwest, Norse raiders targeting the north, and the utter loss of civil order during the first years of the Fall exacerbated the demand of strong, capable, and hardy mercs like these floor scrubbers.
And while nearly 60 years have passed since the Fall, you would've expected that these men who were currently serving as the Witch's floor scrubbers would be a lot weaker than their predecessors before them since they managed to end up like this. But no. These men were the Finest champions that can be found in the British Isles since the days of Boudica; they were clearly the best of the best.
Before they met Morgan le Fay, these men would be the most sought for when it comes to getting things done. Especially when it comes to fighting. For these men were the best of the best Britannia had to offer. And as a testament for their prowess, some of them were in the employ of Arthur Pendragon during the first years of the King of Knight's reign. They fought with distinction in the war of the 12 Lords. And through them did King Arthur secure his reign.
So, it begs the question. Why are they currently in a living hell as workers for Morgan le Fay. With their bodies so mangled up and broken, how are they still alive?
Well… let's go to question one first. The reason as to why they became Morgan's slaves is because they were guinea pigs. Used for experimentation on some curse she was inventing for her own use. They were to be her greatest warriors that could stand up to any Knight of the Round. She wished that these men enchanted by her curses would assist her in making her, or Mordred, King. While the option for Mordred becoming King is there, the Witch would very much like to sit on the Throne of Camelot as a ruler.
The second reason is, well, Morgan le Fay. She left them in a state of death while being alive. Like a zombie. They can think, feel, and hear properly. But their eyesight is poor. The witch would heal them to tip top shape when the chance for them to be enchanted by the curse she was making would finally work to her wishes. But since this is Morgan le Fay we're talking about, she couldn't care less about their current situation as I've described before. Speaking about her curse…
"To think that my curse would keep you alive and fighting…" Morgan thought as she glanced at the floating magical orb that contained Drecken's spit and blood.
Drecken was supposed to be her guinea pig like the rest of the champions she had captured for her experiments. He was supposed to be discarded like the rest of them. He was supposed to be broken, insubordinate, and slave-like like the rest of her pigs. But he was not. Apparently, when she etched the markings of the curse on his body on the night they first met, the curse did what Morgan wanted it to - enhance his powers like crazy. She was expecting another failure that night, not a successful test subject. That was why instead of killing him like she wanted to in the first place, Morgan made the man her tool. A means to an end. And as she spent more and more time with the Bane of Camelot, the more her interest piqued.
As she finally reached her destination - the library that was also her study. The library is huge. Like, it's the type of library you would expect from a Monarch. It contains a hundred rows of shelves that are divided into two sections - the upper section and the lower section. The Lower section contains the usual books of the day. While the upper section contains all the magic - centred books. To say the least, the upper section of Morgan's library can rival only Merlin's stores as well as the Eastern Roman Empire's stores. (The Roman Emperor keeps all his books on magic in the deepest floors of the Hagia Sophia)
The Upper Section, of course, is locked by none other than Morgan herself, only she knows how to get in there. And she's the only one who knows how to get out. As she entered the secret entrance of the Upper Section, she was greeted to the sight of a table beside a furnace. The furnace was boiling a cauldron full of a red liquid. As she neared the table, she willed the orb carrying the blood and spit of Drecken out of existence, allowing it to drop on top of the red liquid. The red liquid then proceeded to react violently from the foreign substances recently dropped into it. It began to bubble up and turn into purple, then orange, then yellow. Until the liquid subsided and returned back to its original red.
"Hm, it's done." Morgan commented as she glanced at the cauldron. She then waved a hand and as she did that, a portal appeared. A few seconds later, a figure appeared from the portal. The figure was a person. One of the floor scrubbers from before. He was struggling to even look up as his spine failed him. But he knew what was to come
"Get up." Morgan ordered as she lifted a finger to the sky. While she was paying attention to scooping some of the liquid from the cauldron and started pouring it into a flask, the man began to change. He can feel his bones moving on its own. Each bone that was broken and fractured within his body began fixing itself. The floor scrubber felt his torn muscles healing themselves. He can also feel the wounds all around his skin closing up. Without leaving a scar in its wake. If it wasn't for the fact that the whole ordeal was actually giving him a tremendous amount of pain, he'd be rejoicing. Not screaming in agony as his body unwillingly stood straight, exacerbating the pain even more.
The witch then walked towards the floor scrubber, now a towering figure with a body like Achilles, and forced the man to drink the contents of the flask. The man choked a bit from the thing he just drank but most of it managed to get in his system. A few seconds later, changes started to show. He was now on all fours while foaming in the mouth. He then went on his back and rolled around the floor while clutching his stomach. Strange marks like the ones Drecken had on the night he was captured appeared on his arms. Then to his chest. Then to his entire torso. Morgan le Fay was smirking to herself thinking that the curse in liquid form was the solution to her problem. All she need to now was -
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-" SPLAT!
Shielding herself on time, Morgan scowled at the now blood riddled floor. Wherein the floor scrubber became a bloody mess. His head blew off, the markings on his chest and arms opened up like lacerations, causing organs and muscle to pop out. All in all, this was the worst way to die (so far).
"Sigh… pathetic." Morgan commented as she summoned a fire that burned all traces of a bloody corpse from her floor.
"After all this time… only Drecken showed positive signs to the curse. Not one man before him survived to see the full effects of the curse. And to think that I expected his blood would do the trick."
Before Drecken came around, Morgan le Fay managed to find a hundred mercenaries that were considered the best of the best. Today, that number dropped to 11.
"What makes him special from the rest? I wonder…" Morgan speculated as she glanced at the table where she placed everything Drecken owned. His enchanted black spear is there. His Bow and Quiver are resting beside that. And most notable of them all was a bag. She pried the bag from the unconscious body that was Drecken during that fateful night but never bothered to check on it. Now, with the situation changed, her interest brought her to take a look or two at the contents.
"A book. Two books..." Morgan was annoyed. She expected that there would be something of importance inside the bag. "Drecken has three powerful weapons and he has nothing but 2 books to show for."
She was about to discard the books when she felt something strange. A feeling. Fleeting, but there. She dropped one book on the table as she kept her full attention on the other. It was a book with a Lion and a Sword as its cover. Below the Lion and the Sword is the title.
"The Lion and the Witch…" Morgan felt… magic coming from this book. It was weird for her. Unlike the other books she had about magic, this one was emitting it. She could feel the strange magic surrounding the book. But what magic could this be?
"Hm… Let's see what you have in store." Morgan said as she summoned a chair out of thin air. And with that, she began to read…
End of Part one.
Author's note: Hey guys. It's me. I managed to fix things in my life. I got a stable sleep schedule, a proper meal every day. And best of all, I'm no longer sucking at doing schoolwork. This is only part 1 of chapter 15. This chap has like 11k Words. Half of what I promised back then. But I had a feeling I would never have the chance to complete it by Christmas after my parents told me about the week-long Christmas celebration they had in store. But anyways, thanks for reading this and I wish y'all a merry Christmas!
P.S. Part 2 will come around soon. I don't know when But I have made plans for it to be done soon.