hello it's Rylanor and its been a while I know but it's 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

EDIT: This a Major Rewrite and a lot of expansion and details will be greater as to make the story less rushed, Again please review

Ave Imperator

The Kingdom of Knight

Her body never felt so cold in all her life, there she was kneeling in a pool of her own blood… staining the mud crimson, never has she felt so breathless in all her life. Wind howls an echo of sword swings and parries, it shrieks at the death and war only drowning out the flapping of stained banners for all were dead and soon… she will join them.

Artoria Glances down to Mordred, her helmet shattered in their fierce battle showing a haunting mirror of her own, a child but not of her own womb instead a creation of her twisted sister Morgan, the girls eyes were a shade darker of her own, a deep forest green instead of the emerald jewels that sat in her sockets, slack in Artorias grip was Rhongomyniad… her lance, a weapon of untold power but restricted by 12 seals courtesy of merlin.

But the weapon had a mind of its own, slowly whispering in her mind and its influence shedding her humanity becoming an unfeeling monster, a cold king but she was a fair king… but a fair king cannot be a just king. Now she is dying and her humanity is crawling back, her emotions are ebbing in just enough for tears to fall from her eyes.

Under the howls of the wind and flapping of banners… footsteps can be heard, Artoria glances up to find herself in the shadow of a massive man, his proportions vastly outsize her own in height and in mass, the man knelt down to the dying king… his voice but an haunting whisper

"Do you wish to live, King Arthur"

She looked to the kneeling man, lifting herself with her lance. She looked at the still looming man, his head now in line with her own "What can you do?" her eyes burned a fury "Camelot is in ruins, My Kingdom gone, the bright utopia stolen!" her voice hoarse, the man watches her "I can give you a second chance, perhaps a new life?" his gauntleted hand gestures at Mordred, strange how Artoria only noticed now that his form was covered in steel, black paint hides a dark crimson sheen that when the setting sun catches it looks like splatters of blood.

The tall man rises, his form turned towards Mordred, kneeling down placing his hand on where her heart was supposed to be, to where her lance pierced mordred, he looked at Artoria once more "I can give you and your child here a life renewed… but at a cost" her eyes narrowed catching the crimson orbs that lay within his eyes "Cost?" it was all said "you will learn but it will be a challenging existence… and I will call upon you for a time of need" Artoria gazes at him her body feeling unsteady from the bloodloss, crimson like the eyes that bore into her soul.

Artoria wavered before falling, her death imminent "Fine, I will take your offer…" her voice now but a whisper "Dracula" before he leaned in and sank his fangs into her throat, he felt her stiffen before relaxing into the hold her heart stopping signalling a the transformation into a Draculina, he released his hold and set her down carefully, he rose and stepped over to Mordred, he could still hear her very shallow breaths, making her seemingly still he cast his gaze to the gaping wound to her torso, before he lifted her gently carefully bringing her closer "Do wish to live?" He could feel her eyes focus on him but her vision was blurry "y-yes" her voice was even quieter than that of Artoria's.

That was what Dracula needed before he once more sank his fangs into the Knight and drank until her heart stopped. He rose with Mordred and laid her next to her 'father', he turned and sat waiting for the sun to set, under the tree he watched the battlefield, A flash of light signalled the arrival of the Wizard Merlin, the man's white hair stood out and his flashy robes gave a sense of aloof to the wizard "Oh my" Merlin seemed genuinely surprised at the presence of Dracula.

"We must speak Merlin"

Centuries pass, in a dream filled sleep the two Dragons lay. Many years pass where their very existence faded into legend where mankind has forgotten magic for science, where the age of gods has ended, the age of man has just begun and one of the forgotten dragons is beginning to wake.

The sound of picks hitting stone echoed in the tunnels near the ruins of Camelot but this operation was illegal, the grounds of the old kingdom were protected under the crown and anyone caught doing such an act would be hung at the tower of London, thus the coal miners kept silent for they wish not to die.

Two of them stood at a door that their tunnel led into and uncovering a seemingly innocent door made of stone, the younger of the two only a young lad, in his twenties walked up to the door "What do you think it is?" he cast his gaze to his elder "Nothing good, we shouldn't be under the Ruins" the young lad placed his hand on the door and a click echoed and the door slid to the side filling the cavernous tunnels with the sound of grinding stone.

The Roaring noise ended and a single room was seen, were two stone coffins each with a Knight on the top, both bearing likeness of those who supposedly lay within, the two miners baulking at the tomb, the elder jumping with joy and hurried over to the crowned female one on the left, while the younger stared at the demonic visage of the one on the right "hurry sonny! We may be rich!" his greedy grin cast on the words "Sanguis clavis est pro rege..?" his frown grows as he sees no way to pry open the sarcophagus.

The young lad cast his gaze to the head of the demonic visage and spots a channel in the mouth of the knights helmet barring some resemblance to a mouth he cast his thoughts back to the words "Sanguis" or rather "Blood" he makes his mind up and cuts his finger and squeezes it… a thunk is heard as the blood dripped down the channel "How did you do that?" After a short explanation the elder did the same and soon the lids shifted slightly, both men grinned and pushed on each lid respectively…

What they saw surprised them, two girls lay within these sarcophagi perfectly preserved if the dust and age of the room said anything about their age, on their mouths were the blood they had shed to open the lids the lad was curious and leaned in getting very close to the face of the girl, green eyes shot open and he shot up in terror with a scream that never finished, the elder looked over to the younger miner and seen the form of a girl curled over him head over his throat, the body of the boy slowly losing colour and looking more mummified by the second, he slowly casted his eyes back to the now empty sarcophagus of the crowned female, within seconds he tried to flee before falling and looking back he seen the now standing form of the crowned female gazing into his eyes.

His vision blackened as she descended onto him and sank her fangs into his throat.

Artoria was in euphoria, she never quite tasted something like this. Her mind casted back to the fateful day of Camlann and her subsequent meeting of Dracula, but why she feels out of place she cannot think of why, why was she in a tomb, where was Dracula… where was Merlin? But first she looked down and saw Mordred still latched onto the drained corpse of a man, her vision gazed at the strange clothing that hung on him, her eyes looked at the tomb surrounding her, stone knights hold the ceiling aloft, the stonework that of old, cracks showing the age of the stone "Father" Artoria's gaze snapped to Mordred seeing the anger in those forest green eyes, the unbridled fury locked onto her "Mordred…" Artoria paused to choose her words "My Daughter, I see have awoken"

This comment seemed to cause Mordred to snap "Daughter! After all these years of trying to get you to see me!" Mordred sucked air from her fury "You see me as your daughter now?!" the fury from the Knight was palpable but Artoria took a breathe before staring down to her own sarcophagus, her armour and weapons lay within it and grasped at the sword of promised victory and removed the head of the corpse of the older miner "Mordred, I regret many things now… seeing Camelot not truely prosper was one, not treating you better was another but there was a… complication to that" the Furious knight faltered "How" hung from Mordred "you see Morgan would have… removed all complication to her takeover, this means me, you and anyone else with pendragon blood then she would have probably wiped out the rest of the round table…"

Artoria looked at the knight of betrayal, her child "Come now we have new have a new Britain to see, perhaps it was better for Camelot not to fall into Morgans hands," she stepped into the adjacent room of the tomb and saw something that broke her unbeating heart, A single hole cast a light onto the roundtable, a massive carving of steel and stone, the roundtable with twelve thrones, each throne having a banner on them, their fibres withstanding the test of time, and 10 of those twelve have a helmet sat upon each one.

A single tear tore down the King of Knights cheek…

That is all folks, Again this is a rewrite so, please do kindly review and let me know your thoughts

Rylanor out for now