Author's Note: RUUUUUUUUUUUSHHHHHHHHHHH! Do you know the easiest way to relieve a stress is the pressure and vice versa? Damn it! I can't even concentrate reviewing!
Must!
Update!
*Exhale* Dang it, I hate multitasking but I just can't ignore the ideas for this story, you know? So guys, I hate to admit it but….. This is not just Fate Extra/ Grand Order anymore….. yeah. It also contains the other Extras…. You know?
WARNING: BE CAREFUL READING! IF YOU KNEW ARTURIA'S CIRCUMSTANCES, YOU SHOULD KNOW HOW CONFUSING IT IS TO IDENTIFY WHICH IS WHICH. SO I'M WARNING YOU NOW, THE SAME WILL HAPPEN TO MORDRED. Don't worry, I know Mordred seems OOC, but I'll explain it at the end- just sit still and let me do my magic.
Anyway!
I have a question, do you prefer if I post in a short time with few numbers of events or do you want the long term where I finished a whole day of events? Oh, and I knew Lancer Arturia have a history of Camelot on her own when it comes to Fate/ Grand Order and unfortunately, I cannot look deeply into it because Fate/ Grand Order is still not available in the Philippines. So, I created my own version of history so I can continue this story.. Spoilers though… have you seen the wide spread images of Mordred and her Father around?
Oh, and guys, don't get the wrong idea- I disclaimed all that should be disclaim, someone should know better that if you create a fic about Fate Series- the ideas for your own fic are yours, not the plot in the anime and certainly not the characters (except OC).
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"Alright, who the fuck is Nero to the two of you?" she yells with all her frustrations all imbedded thoroughly. The humiliation for crying to the stranger's presence, succumbing into a ferocious girlfriend and meeting the people who have a soft spot to her Hakuno is grilling her to no end.
She could not identify the reason of her drastic emotional changes and the static images pivoting in her already breaking mentality.
Impatience? Hardly.
Menstruation period? She doesn't have that.
Jealousy? Not really.
The concussion she experience way back the Fall? Maybe?
But one thing is for sure, and the signal she barely followed when it comes to any danger. Her- let's say, primal instinct tells her one thing for certain which elevates all positive feelings she has, in place is the overwhelming fury she can't quite control. Staining her vision red. Painfully fueling her heart with malice.
"Someone's sniffing for your mate." And indeed, there is. In front of her- with a body rivaling goddesses from legends and myth, striking resemblance to any royalty and overpowering their surrounding with just their charisma are Hakuno's pursuer. She knew who Nero is though, she merely want to voice out her confirmation as the blonde- identical to her and… 'Arthur' nods distractedly, as if her question was nearly sort of wind passing by her ear- too distracted to hear the insult thrown to her image.
However, what bears in front brings back the message Romani had discussed. Mordred trails her eyes to the fuzzy tail and ears of the pink woman, recalling a sentence derived from many tales the doctor had spoken for hours.
"Servants are summoned to a spiritual body on how humanity describes them: if for example, a human was known to be a bloodthirsty hero who eat a feast in the center of a mass pierced soldiers, bleeding through their core- he or she was summoned as that history- a bloodthirsty- what creature requires blood to feed?- Vampire, in which what makes him or her the Heroes and Heroines, Anti- heroes or nemesis of legends and myth."
Yes, she knew this is not their dimension. So it means, they must face this reality with caution. Yet, she does not feel the need to do so. Why? Why is that? She didn't know for sure, but it needs to be place aside for now and dwell in later.
The two did stop a few meters away when she block her lover from their sight- seeing their excited and wild eyes- searching, roaming Hakuno's body like some kind of…. Precious artifact.
As if only noticing her presence, the two halts and gave confused but overjoyed expression. "Umu. Greetings to you, Mordred!" Nero, the boisterous blonde chimed, puffing her shaped bosom with her hands on her hips. "Though your presence is unwanted, to see you in a good health are much appreciated!" she continued: showing that wonderful smile, punching Mordred's gut in an uncomfortable way.
-STAAAAA$^%^!GIC!—
"Umu! Tis I, will aid you in your journey!" a red clad woman proclaims to her, breeching the uncomfortable suffocation holding her prisoner-!
-STAAAATICCCCCC!-
"The hell?" Mordred murmurs, wincing as a… memory? Image?- flashes within her sight. It is the silhouette of Nero amidst a deteriorating space, holding an immaculate and beautiful red sword, dancing into the flames.
However, all befall in one swoop as she analyzes the words Nero had spoken. It seems another stranger knew her name.
'Why? How?' Mordred debates internally. Completely and utterly stunned by the greeting of the offender, she barely notice Nero's movement until she felt the delicate hand in her forehead, checking and locating her distress.
"Hm? Am I mistaken? Have you felt the illness still?"
"I'm fine!" Mordred huffs to the question.
"Truly?" Nero asks in confusion, overstepping and practically leaning in to Mordred's personal space which thankfully, Hakuno prevented by dragging the blonde away from Nero through her sleeves.
"Mordred's fine, thank you for worrying." Hakuno rebutted, calm and collected….. But the hand gripping Mordred's clothes told otherwise. Surprise by the intervention of her target, Nero blushed to the intensity of Hakuno's stare, her posture diverting into an awkward grandeur, reprimanded by the flower she is seeking.
"Uh- um, Umu!" Nero clears her throat bashfully, regaining her Emperor persona before sending a quick nod to the other blonde after she pulls away. However, the Fifth Emperor of Rome did just much as send Hakuno her bashful and glittering eyes that shines in joy, before that green due directed itself to Mordred again, attention piqued into Mordred's form.
It seems Mordred is wrong to her hypothesis. Nero's target is not just Hakuno after all…. The both of them are. "If you're sure, then I will force my worries no further. Jupiter's with you, Mordred and pray that you don His strength!" Nero added, patting the other blonde atop her head.
"He-hey! What's with you guys and evading my personal space!?" Mordred protested, akin to a kitten baring her claw, brushing the hand off with a shake of her head. "A girl needs her space you know! Stop your actions or many will despise you!"
"Hm?" Nero blinks too many times in a second, her smile practically vibrating happiness, making Mordred's spine tingle in uncertainty. "? 'A girl needs'? …. Hah!? C- Could it be…?"
"W- What's with that face?..." shivering, Mordred asks- rubbing the prickling goosebumps in her arm. Unaided by any weapons, Nero surely gave Mordred once in a blue moon scare- with that bright eyes drilling admiration and….. Was that bubbles and sparkles appearing around Nero all of a sudden? And it seems getting closer and closer- Eh?
"Umu, could it be? Could it be!?"
"Personal space! My personal space!" Mordred angrily grits her teeth. The burning fury pops up like a bubble, in place is…. Was this serenity and acceptance? Of the presence of a stranger?
"Could it be, that you're accepting you're femininity!?" Nero loudly exclaims, putting her own hands in Mordred's shoulders, shaking the frozen blonde. "Have you already devoted yourself as a lady?! Oh what a glorious day! This must call a banquet fitted for Queen! Umu, indeed it is!"
'….. The fuck?' Mordred gawks, jaw dropping and eyes unconsciously squinting, 'Is…. Is this woman in some kind of drugs or something?'
"Umu, let's make haste Mordred! The good news should be spread thoroughly! Come, come!"
"What good news!? I'm a woman- no, I'm a girl from the very- What the-!? Bi- Bitch!? Wha-ppppppppp!" the kitten had its back against the wall, for Mordred is smothered by…. A bounty flesh of Nero.
"Umu! What a joy this is! You're feminine side is showing, truly, I fear your Knightly code tainted what is in your between!"
"Knightly code my ass, get your filthy meat away from me!" Mordred wails, trying but failing to wench her head away from the heaving bosom. Hakuno, who is standing still and quiet, is bawling her fist, not too tight to notice and not too loose to say she's enjoying it.
Gratefully, Mordred escapes the happy dead lock wrap of Nero, bewildered and afraid, rubbing her face entirely- disgusted to where it was placed. "Guu! What kind of boobs do you have?! S-some kind of abyss?!"
Nero laughs, boastfully puffing her chest out to the world. "Nay! Mine bosom are gracious perfection of beauty and mayhap, it is well-built to satisfy any desires! But fret not, little Mordred- a day will come the Gods will gave you one!"
"I- I don't need that!And I'm fine with I have- thank you very much!" Sensing the charismatic flow of aura, Mordred grasp the hands suddenly gripping her long sleeve and intertwine their warm hands securely, obscured by her own form to the prying eyes. Narrowed green eyes meets Hakuno's, worrying… asking- 'Are you okay?'
Which Hakuno responds with a deadpanned 'I could ask the same.', emotions intact- professionally hidden.
"Mordred?" Nero chimes, grasping the chin of Mordred when the blonde went silent by communicating to Hakuno and-
"STOP IT RIGHT THERE!" Tamamo barges in the reunion, kicking Nero away from the duo, as she went flying across the hallway, into a wall before the debris falls, obscuring their vision of the kicked blonde. "Mou~! It's always been Nero, Nero, NERO, NERO~! What about poor Tamamo~!? I've been here from the very start and someone didn't even give me any lines to make myself known! This is cruel! So cruel, huhuuuuuu~! Husband~! Husbaaaannnd~!" the fox woman cries, slapping Mordred's hand away from Hakuno's and technically leaps to clomp the brown haired individual-
"Vile vixen!" Nero growled from the rubble, rocketing like a missile to the fox woman and sending them both tumbling down the other way.
"Cease stealing my spotlight!"
"Oho~? I can't totally hear you~ Would you like to repeat it again, Saber- san~? I thought yo- gyah!"
"You insufferable dog- Ugh!" the two bickering Servants cross paths once more, materializing their…. Respective weapons out of thin air- feet accompanies by a vibrating sense of karma as mana surge up way pass their heights, into the ceiling and blowing chunks of dust to the forgotten bystanders.
And just like that, Mordred and Hakuno saw a spectacle of something supernatural upon the two women- as they saunter and tried to reach and slit each other's throat- overwhelm by an aura of malicious intent thrashing in a versatile hallway turned battlefield. They are a force of fire and ice, overcoming their weaknesses, smothering their abilities and wonderfully expressing what they are in their action.
Stun to speechless, the two bystanders could only look at the blooming wild gestures of power, elemental affinities promenading the premises with its intensity.
A normal human should be afraid by now, face by a reality where fantasy is the word for normalcy-yet there, silent and comprehending- Mordred and Hakuno felt….. calm.
With no fear hidden in their sleeves.
With no words to speak.
With no such thing to clarify what they are seeing…. Because the truth hidden away from their minds, says this is 'normal' should have look like. The déjà vu sensation, the images of people wielding abnormal weapons. This…
This is what Mordred and Hakuno are looking for.
Enjoyment.
Power.
Experience.
Adventure…-
"You fool!" Nero growls her frustration, Tamamo's Mirror deflected by her feet, unto Hakuno and Mordred's position, who quickly duck and run in hiding.
*BBBAAAAAAAAAAAMMM!*
-'But certainly not injury!' Mordred internally shouts, exiting the section in pursuit of a place away from danger.. And as much as Mordred would like to fight Nero- which she didn't have a chance to- the woman's odd behavior have…. Certainly subsides her grudge for the woman.
The compassion, concern, happiness…. It is real, she can vouch it is from the heart. Nero is….. Surprisingly beautiful, inside out. The moves she gracefully dances, the way her feet alight with a mighty leaps and steps of a theatre artist…. Mordred find herself admiring the woman as Hakuno's calculating eyes went unnoticed, looking back at the duo.
'Just now….. Did I just…. Saw myself next to them in some sort of…. Arena….?' Hakuno would not know the answer, for she herself could not understand if it is a question at all.
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In an infinite possibilities that can trail a single person on Earth from their first breath to their last words, how many more ask the question: What will I do if I meet myself?
Surely, many will say that they will talk to their doppelganger. However, what is there to talk?
Their similarities or different past? Their favorites and dislikes? Their unforgettable moments? Or the end of their demise?
Well, none can say if this thoughts are facts or untrue- yet in this world, possessing numerical abnormalities and rifts in dimension- Altria Pendragon (Lancer Arturia) called herself blessed, if not a bit boastful in many ways and inflicted upon no further discrimination inside Chaldea's Walls.
She has seen her different selves, with different endings and different personas. Add to that the uncanny resemblance of complete strangers bearing her fair form and face, in a state where she dare not say how humanity ruin their history by creating an obnoxious emphasis to other's legend and her tale. Seemingly out of question, and propriety aside, the tales of her other selves lead to tragedies that should have been prevented if not her ideals was to be clouded by a mere Mage's prophecy and the effect of the Longinus given from her victory.
She was summoned, not long after the Group of Chaldea's evade her Promised Kingdom- Camelot, barring her tainted perfection of land and accepting her to their organization as one of the heroes to bring the Humanity in its finest.
Altria admit, her reign is no laughing matter- creating a liege of warriors popular across the land and back, proudly interpreting the Knights of the Round Table as a source of Peace, with her as The King of Knights once she drew Caliburn out the stone, until she decided to use the Godly Spear of her demise- diverting into a Lion King everyone feared and admired. Unlike her other dimensional tragedies, hers was in complete opposite of what happened in theirs.
She reign with absolute power over Britain, the Perfect King to her Queen Guinevere, who nay address any suitors like Lancelot and cling to her like a perfect wife to her husband. Even with a body of a woman, Altria holds true through by crushing the souls of the Kings invading her land, destroying everything the rival countries instigate and burn their hope in the most painful way. Excalibur in hand, she run victories and undefeated- incomparable to any myths and legends with her Knights in tow.
Then, Merlin- the disgraceful Wizard foretold her end, succumbing her never ending Peace in an abrupt confession of a future events. He told her how she was trick by her own sister, how their bastard son will came to be, how her wife will betray her for a man, how Camelot will fall and how her own blood will smear the land she was born. And instead of accepting the future, she laid aside The Sword of Promise Victory and wields Rhongomyniad to its finest and personally prevents the words of her trusted Wizard in search for a different route. But one thing is for sure, Morgana will not get away with what she done. And sought- Altria did, to lay claim to her sister's ending.
By accepting her Fate means walking in a path drawn by a being she did not want to believe. By taking unto another means hardships, difficulty and unaided holes Altria conquered, by changing the destiny laid on her name.
And days went by; Morgana's territory has been found. She burn her way into the Kingdom of her sister- still void of fury known only by a dragon descendants. They cleave their way and fought numerous indescribable and horrifying beings- straight to Morgana's lair. However, as victorious as it sound, the Witch was nowhere to be found, but a tiny little bundle wrap in the most expensive blankets greeted Altria in her way of demanding her sister's death.
The Knight of Treason, the child which will bring down Camelot is laid bare and small in front of her. She must let it be; Merlin advised and let the child be free so she can fulfill the 'KingSlayer' destiny.
But she relents, and strode to kill the creature Morgana created with her blood. The bundle, almost exactly look like her cries that of a fearful child when she comes forward- Lance poise and ready to strike. It cries, aware of its predicament, but too weak and fragile to do anything.
"Camelot won't fall." Altria's words rang into the night, voice grave and without mercy as she plunge Rhongomyniad forward-
"Dada!"
Only to pierce Rhongomyniad just atop the crying baby's head, shock and unimaginable feeling swelling within her chest, pinching her numb heart with its sincerity.
"Dada! Dada! Dada!" the baby cries, balling her tiny fists close to her face, wailing, calling for her parent. She must kill the child, her mind says, yet blood runs deeper than water- as Altria's dragon blood calls into her hatchling. And instead of acting out of the perfections of the Lion King, she holds the baby within her arms- protected and secure- deciding it was best to raise the child to her watch to satisfy her imperfect….. Paternal instinct and observe the child's needs.
"What is… this feeling? Like I am wrap upon your tiny little fingers." She whispers to the hatchling, before she went out to the meadow, with the baby as her companion.
Half away in return to Camelot, Altria need only a day to know the worsening of the child's well- being. Properly rested and fed by a wandering cow's milk, she knew she created a survival method for the baby to properly sustain her good health, and if it's true that the baby was hers- her dragon blood could lull the harsh weather of her journey.
Yet it seems not the case, for Merlin had said the baby was cursed by her own creator… mother. Laid upon the torso of the baby, blood spurts in violent waves- smearing her perfect face with its fresh and warm sensation- immobilizing the King. Dying in her arms, the joy of the common parents was trembling, suffering from the curse inflicted by the Witch of a Mother.
And what did Altria do? A person who cradles the dying baby in her bosom?
She recklessly pushed everything aside.
The debate in her mind.
The nerve wrecking insanity.
The growing loss.
The blooming fear.
Her perfect self.
Her everything.
So that she can act like a Father to her child, using Avalon in her own offspring and cleansing the curse with the Sheathe. In turns out successful, with Avalon now resting as a wall in her daughter's curse until she is greeted in Camelot, bearing the title 'Princess' in respect to the King. Her perfection is broken, that much was confirmed- as she smile more, laugh more, open up to the bundle to cheer the baby identical to hers. This should get a negative feedback from the Briton, but they love her more, obeyed her all and accept her imperfections, much to the surprise of all.
And thus, she rightly proclaims-
She changes her fate.
She can proudly say she secured her Queen's love in absolute grip of obedience- love and trust- created in a form of their bond taking care of the child- no, their daughter, Mordred. She nurtured and taught the bundle the wonders of the World, treating her as the Heir to the Throne and along with her child, wife and Knights, Camelot prospers unimaginably beautiful.
Without the aid of Avalon, her body grew but her long life- due to the Dragon's Blood plants her in the world far too long, to see her child grow into a beautiful girl, then into a Knight… and a King rivaling her own majestic deeds wielding a recreated Caliburn, the Sword of Peace- Clarent. Perfectly living with her loveable wife advising the new King with their guidance- Altria forgets the war, the problems, her sister- the darkness that looms….
Until it came back full force, with Morgan as the front line- beasts of different lore and origins siege Camelot, destroying the Peace and smothering the realm with dread and destruction.
Of course, they fought- they cornered and inflict Hades' fury to the enemies. They win once more, but with a casualty far greater than they can endure.
The Camelot has not fallen…. Thanks to her beloved Mordred who sacrifice her everything to end the woman who gave birth to her, leaving Avalon in Altria's hands- as she self- destruct and end the darkness with her shining vibrancy.
And what happens next are the things Altria do not want to remember, for the mourning of her daughter and the incredible wrath takes control of her body.
With that history intact, Altria of the present walks to the uniform corridors of Chaldea, reminiscing- silent and a little solemn, but her heart is calm- for her little daughter is within arm reach. In fact, she's going there post haste- bearing a small portion of food to Mordred. However, there is absolute uncertainty in this- for she had a quite…. Additional memories in her head she did reconsider before if not for her daughter- Mordred's similar behavior parred on her own.
It is about a grandeur Capital… Camelot? Inside a virtual space called Moon Cell. She felt it, the camaraderie of herself, Mordred, Alter Jeanne, Jack the Ripper and a green haired man still not being summoned. If Chaldea's problem now is the harshest thing Humanity could ever had, how much more is the Umbral Star taking over the Eye of the God?
'So many problems, so little time.' She internally chuckled.
But her thoughts are grounded into a halt as she saw a different version of her- Arturia Pendragon, clenching her fist with a worrisome frown. She pitied the woman, who wanted not only to mend the bridges of her connection to her own son….. But to absorb the love Mordred whole- heartedly gave to those who earn it from her.
Yet Altria will not comfort her though; much less help the woman in her problems.
After all….
"Sorry, Saber Arturia….." she whispered, walking away to the scene, straight to her destination. "… Mordred is mine."
'Go find your own son, I don't want sharing my daughter to anyone.' She added, succumbing into a comfortable pace….. Until two body collides in her bosom- confusing her once more.
In front of her, sprawled awkwardly are…..
"Mordred?... Lady Hakuno?"
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"H-heal!" the girl with a brown haired nervously stutters, hands into the growing glow in her stomach, painfully digging through her system like a worm to any fruits, clawing like a parasite but nonetheless, takes a lot of mana to replenish.
"Easy, Master…." She tries to lighten up the blank Master of hers, but it came in a mere whisper. "… It's not that bad." She lies, a complete fake of a good will to hid the growing self-deprivation of anger.
"It is bad, Saber." The concern in the girl's voice and the hollow expression of her face contradicts exactly in everything she did. "Any wounds should be healed, but this… scratch is growing… I-… I can't heal this thing."
"At ease, Master. It's not like it will work on me. I'll get that Green Archer in no time- just relax and I'll be fine."
"If… If I just went to the Arena, like you told me to…" the girl murmured, the brown bangs covering her eyes entirely. The girl being healed, did so much as not to make a sound- in fear of voicing out her angry rants to the damage in her form, the cheating Green Archer, to the incompatible and useless of a Master and of course, to herself- who sustain a damage- a shot that was meant to pierce her Master's back- so the brown haired girl will be saved in a nick of time.
It was supposed to be a good day, where they will conquer the Second Chip to advance in the next Elimination Round. They are supposed to train to develop her chained Ranks due to the Master's incompetence and gather equipment to the upcoming battles with Dan Blackmore. Yet they are ambushed, just after her Master step down into the Ground Floor- an arrow was shot. If not for her quick reflexes, her Master- Hakuno Kishinami is as good as dead. She ordered to go to Arena, so they can face the bastard head-on. And yet, Hakuno did not obey and trudge forward into the nearest exit- the Ground.
Annoyed and frustrated, she followed… and met this compromising fate.
'Why? Why is that?' she argued to herself. 'Why do you care about this stupid Hakuno girl? Weak and amnesiac, why am I still protecting this idiot?'
"It's useless to cry over spilled milk. Jeez, Master! Stop making that pitiful face! It's embarrassing! And annoying!" she replied, her frustrations impending to show-
"… I'm sorry." – until Hakuno fell in on her, unconscious. Bleeding.
There, in her back was a small splinter of wood, piercing in her shoulder, gushing in red blood.
"…Mas…. ter?" she could only dubiously stares, as many more arrows appears, while her Master protected her… who use her own body as a shield.
-ST5T!CCC!—
"Master." She called, approaching the silent girl in a hill near the old school- sitting, looking at the sky, contemplating to her life. "How long will it take me to drag you until you sleep in Your Room, huh?"
"Hm? I don't know, you alone can measure that." Hakuno softly replies that monotone yet adorable expression move her to sit next to her Master, circling the small stomach with her arms- protectively smooth not to tousle her Master close to her spiky armor.
"And if I say it will only take me a few seconds to throw you in the bed?"
"… Does the undressing part's involve?"
"Eh….. Eeeehh!?"
"Ah, figures." Hakuno giggles at her flushed face, kissing her cheek softly in apology. "This won't be long Mordred. I'm sorry if I'm being sentimental. BB's…. BB's actions concern me, is all."
"Do- don't embarrass me like that! Ugh, but fret not, Hakuno. I told you before in the Labyrinth, right? BB will not touch even a strand of your hair. I won't let it- Mordred's orders!" she snorts in amusement, but the hate and love battling for dominance in her heart burns so strong. Not only BB have their eyes set upon her Master, so thus Rin, Rani, Sakura, Leo, Passionlip, Meltlilith, Elizabeth and the two supporting Servants who wields a mirror and a crimson sword…. Tamamo and Nero… was it?
Anyway, her point is there's so many monsters trying to win her Master's undivided attention, which made her a little bit protective as she do not let the brown haired girl out of her sight. She distinctly remembers the first time she turn her back away to her Master, only to see Hakuno in a compromising position with a fox woman on her top, undressing her pure little Master… no, girlfriend…. With that eager fingers brushing pass in to different parts of Hakuno.
Oh the fury she deems- and how…. Frightening she had become in the bed for a solid week. Hakuno still bares her mark, the passion of her…. Uh, love? Possessiveness? Her ownership?
'Gah, whatever.' Mordred simply shove the thought out.
Hakuno shifts and hugs the arms on her stomach, looking at her own eyes with that doe and beautiful window of the soul. Then, she smiles- taking the air of the Knight away.
"Seriously, is there any person who you will permit to just simply touch me?"
"Hmmmm, if that person exists, then they better make sure they knew you're my property." She bragged, kissing Hakuno's forehead, inhaling that sweet scent.
-STAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttttiiiccccccc…-
She's in a railing, in front of a setting sun and a vast blue sea.
The scenery, untouched by any human or boats passing, can be called heavenly and relaxing. Refilling her with joy, chasing away her problems.
"It's beautiful…" someone sighs and she responds with a compliment of her own.
"Oh? If this sunset should be called 'beautiful' then what will you say to your reflection at the mirror?"
"Dummy, I'm not beautiful." The girl giggles, looking straight ahead at the looming sun. "I'm not even pretty, much less than what you think of me."
The wind, combine with the salty sensation brushed pass her hair and gently touches her nape as she hold a person in her arms tightly. The person mentioned, is a girl with a long wavy brown hair, for about a single inch taller than her, dress in white hospital gown- thin and a little see- through. It should be concerning, to see the girl so unprotected by the cool breeze. But she's there protecting the girl from the nature, wrapped up in her red clothed arms, pressed into her front and letting the warm seep in their molded figures without any care about her form.
"Hah! Of course you're not beautiful!" she proudly exclaims, which earn her a pinch in her arm as she yelp in the biting pain it produce. "Damn woman! I'm not even finish yet!" she whines, bumping her head to the nape of the girl's neck.
"You're not pretty, or even beautiful to me… but I can promise you, your appearance and strength is beyond those words, believe it… as much as I believe in you." She says, breathing the fresh honey scent in the brown locks.
"You can't flatter me, Mordred." The girl retorts.
"Well, at least I try. Can't help you don't get attracted to Pendragon Perfection."
"You're not perfect; your Father can vouch to that."
"Ouch! Hard blow!" she winces, tightening her hold in warning but still, she smiles at the jabbed and continue their playful banter.
She- the girl hugging, kiss the nape of the brown haired individual softly- devoting her all to the kiss, sending her love by a mere touch of her lips.
The girl, who claim her all turn her head to meet her eyes, loving doe eyes full of mirth, happiness and hope hold all her attention, grasping everything she have- anything she doesn't had and all the things a human person could give to the one's they love.
"I love you." She whispers to the wind, short and small. Sweet and simple. Plain yet it contains all. The brown haired girl, surprise by the confession- opens her mouth, wanting to say something but none came out.
The sunset complements the girl's figure perfectly, shimmering strands of hers creating tiny sparks of light to reflect, as well as that face shadowed but the brown eyes were alight by wonder.
She turns to her arms, so that they can look face to face, searching for doubts, jokes or uncertainty. But she does not have any bits of the negative inclination. She says it, from the bottom of her heart.
It's been there for too long, trap within the thumping bloody muscle- hidden by the time, chained by the Fate, buried by society, avoided by the community. She cannot take it anymore, and thus, she expresses it all without thinking for any doubts.
Because she knew the girl in front of her feels the same, knew her pain and the red strings connected by their fingers.
And true to her word, the girl gave a rare and adorable smile- the tears welling up slides into her red blossoming cheeks. The girl reaches out to her cheeks and ghosts a finger to her lips. She knows what will happen and god willing it will be granted.
'I love you too.' The eyes of the girl conveys, proudly presenting her answer with a surprising laugh that will make any girl jealous and gods to bow and listen.
Steady and surely, the girl closes up to her, the sweet scent of her breath lull her to close her eyes. The girl is there- holding her close, a mere inch from her lips—
Closer and closer- the lips met and-
-STATIC!*&*^&% !-
The world change, in place is a virtual reality, confided in the Dark and the cavern of a Titan emerges. She growled like an animal, swiping the effigies wi88th her Wild Sword, a sword which brings Peace and Destruction- Clarent. Millions of effigy sprouted to the ground, mostly weak but a few can give her a hell lot of sweat created by a Zero entity- a power of an Umbral Star's Vanguard. She bashed and cleaves a tantamount yet still, they grew like bacteria on the Arena and a virus to Her Capital- Camelot.
Along with her Generals, Altria Pendragon, Jeanne Alter, Jack the Ripper and Enkidu: they maintain balance into the battlefield with their skills. Yet there's a concerning fact of all…
'How did the enemy gain access to my property?' she thought, parrying a Lieutenant's blows and finishing it with a ferocious combination of fist and sword.
Then, a surge of mana envelopes her, alarming her of the incoming support of the enemy.
"Father! C08 intersection, Jeanne D' Arc's coming!" she yelled across the field, to her Father wielding the promise lance Rhongomyniad to defeat the enemies. The older version of Arturia- Lancer Altria nods to her daughter's command and release an abrupt explosion of Prana, creating a way across to block the enemy's General: Ruler, the Maid of Orleans. They clash and the arena was filled with destruction, burning data and deteriorating Camelot's grandeur structure.
She dashes to C04, or Central 4th block closer to the silhouette of a Titan across her Throne, talking in gibberish nonsense, alight with a deathly Zero hues.
A lot of Enemy Effigies awaits her return, producing bright lasers pointed in her direction, submerging her in a white explosion of lights- dismantling her surrounding, but Clarent slice the Wall of defenders with (skill) Red Thunder, electrocuting anything until it turn into a particles of dust. None of the scratch marring her body, she ascends with reckless abandoned, passing the Central 2nd block, where she saw Enkidu, her General- battling with his close friend Gilgamesh, laughing- having the time of their life, as they screwed over each other, with chains and weapons decomposing what's left of the Ground Floor.
Envious and in rush, she missed another Lieutenant and madly collided with it, destroying the Effigy with a monstrous strength alone and a mild bump in her head.
"King, don't ignore me!" Jeanne Alter yelled, descending from the sky- followed by meteors of fire, disemboweling the Front Forces of the Enemy, nearly colliding to a running person by a mere's breath.
"Damn it, Alter! Can't you reduce the damages you wrought!?" she angrily pulls her blonde hair in frustration, seeing the bridge connecting her block to her destination in ruins, unrepairable in its image.
"Hmph! You said give all we got! And this is a matter of life and death situation!" Alter condemns, dodging a hail of swords thrown to them and parries the offending effigies.
"King Move back!" Enkidu, surprisingly swift and quick creates a Chain Barrier to deflect the lances thrown at the Gate near the 2nd Block- to where they saw the prideful King.
"Enkidu, what happen?" she orders, cleaving to the right and bare handedly gripping an effigy's head and beheaded it by a mere flick of her palm- shooting an intense ball of thunder, straight to its power source.
"Forgive me, My King. You're father ask me to defend you." The green haired man replies, opposing Gilgamesh's chains with his own, tangling it as it locks together wildly.
"Don't worry about me, do what I will tell you and that is take that dumb ass Goldie away from me!" she comebacks, throwing a full blast of swing to her left- meeting the silent air that can slice the area with its pure essence.
Enkidu huffs in approval, pivoting away from his liege and skid into the smoking part of the Arena, where he monstrously freed his chains and resort on twirling it like a fan, slicing the effigies like a sand in the ocean.
"Hahahaha! Enkidu, why must you hide from me?!" the King of Uruk laughs to his heart's content, opening the Gate of Babylon, letting all sort of weapons rain unto the whole block.
"Fucking-! Stop destroying Camelot!" she reprimands, taking ahold of one short sword and blocking-parrying the raining ones with it. " You son of a-!"
"Hahaha, arise worm! Show me the bravado of your pride! Show the King what you truly are! I grant you this permission! Show me, Mordred Pendragon!" Gilgamesh boast, sending all there is to her, obscuring the world in shadow, submerging her with those sharp swords.
"You mother fucker!" she howled in rage, her trapped spot glowing vermilion and the imbedded swords melted to her never ending rising temperature. She gave a short inhale of air, and then-
*RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!*
A blast of raw magic- no, fire appears to where she desired it- bigger than the Lieutenant Effigy, rivaling the sun's hotness with its colossal damages. Gilgamesh, surprise and sort of amaze shows all his shields- legendary and mythical, staying true to their powers as her Dragon's Breath could not penetrate their defenses.
But it is tact, for Enkidu to empower his body and consumes the magic created by the blast, freshening his circuits- energizing him once more. And while she herself strikes her way through the defense and duck out the way of Gilgamesh, straight to Enkidu-
"King, lend me your strength!"
"Like hell I wouldn't!" -where she gladly gave his wish and grabs ahold of the feminine man and throws him at Gilgamesh. After that, she run amok the second route to the 1st block Capital-in which Jeanne Alter dance alone, laughing sadistically, twirling the banner of her Rule like a psychotic person.
"Hope you don't wreck far enough or I'll kill you myself!" she warn the dancing Alter and prance about with Clarent in hand, dodging, sabotaging, punching and striking everything away.
She went up on the air and strikes the ground with Clarent's vermilion thunder, paralyzing the strong and frying the weak until they form into a clustered data again. Up in the sky still, she used Prana Burst, straight to her Throne, in the center of her Capital. Many pursue and she swipes them off like flies, defending and assaulting- like a Berserk warrior eliminating every single enemy in her vision.
A General appeared, Iskandar the King of Conqueror slice the effigies with his Noble Phantasm, the chariot came in existence and it zooms closer to her, wanting to stomp her little form with their humungous sizes. She did not feign notice of it though, as she merely met them head on, activating her Armor- running with the Burst and cleaving the Horses with a semi- activated Clarent's Noble Phantasm.
Of course it would fail. Half- activated versus activated ones? Fortunately for her, it was only her after image, created by a dense mana she rarely uses, in which her Secret of Pedigree became herself and her human form unaided by the Rank EX defense.
Truly, she must have become berserk for a long while, for she throws herself with recklessness, abandoning her Secret of Pedigree to use her unarmored self to boost up her flexibility and speed.
At last, her Throne was within reach and that means she is also next to the rampaging Titan. However, what she saw stuns her to move further. Immobilizing her form with its intensity….
As she saw her Wife in the hands of a Titan- crying, but her eyes burns with resolution, determination to seek another option, hands brightening and holding the Regalia in her finger- their wedding ring promised by the bond they created.
"No….. no…." she whispers, dropping Clarent unto the floor as she dash to her Wife. "No, No, NO, NO, NO! HAKUNO!" she yells with all her might, striking the floor with her Prana Burst, creating a huge crater to form.
She must stop this last resort of Hakuno, the diversion of her own self.
She flies in a speed of light, touching her Wife's body the same time the world's color parts away from one another, as well as herself and her lover.
But she could not forget the moment, where her Wife laid her brown eyes upon her sorrowful one's…. How she was also being stretch to every single particles of her being.
And how her Wife rewards her with a smile so bright, the world stops to see the miracle.
And then, it happened.
Hakuno Kishinami was no more, but a mere past of four living thoughts.
The Mind.
The Body.
The Soul…..
And the single thing she salvage….
The Heart…. of Kishinami Hakuno.
-STATIC!-
She remembers how she was summoned in Chaldea, bearing the memories of her history, the London Singularity and the battle in Apocrypha.
She recall her treasonous acts, her hate and love, the ruins of Camlamn, the rejection of her Father and the Wish which keeps her motivated to be called upon as a Servant.
She remembered her times with Siegfried and Sieg, her best master Kiri, her forbidden relationship with Jeanne, her sister relationship with Jack the Ripper and her best friend in Jekyll.
She had the recollection of the faces of her past enemies and allies when she appears atop Matthew's shield, but most of all, she cannot forget the sigh of reliefs Gudao and Gudako releases.
"We're worried some error will stop the Summoning, the alarm went out…. So…." They shrug it off with no more than a scary prank, thinking of nothing but coincidental…. If only they knew any better.
And there, she became Mordred- the Knight of Treachery, Servant of Kiri, the best friend of Jekyll and a sister to Jacky. She played pranks to her other friends, destroy an entire Section of Chaldea with an intent to behead a certain pink haired boy who thought it was fun to dress her like… like a girl! With frilly dresses and make- up on. She was happy, so free….
Yet fate had a different path for her, like the calm before the storm-
As new memories emerge and coil within her, the result of a Wild Card Summoning brushed aside. Two entities of Mordred in other dimensions, another history clashes on her own. First, is King Mordred of Camelot- the Hero who sacrificed herself for her Kingdom, daughter of a loving Altria Pendragon and Guinevere Pendragon. Her happiness, the life she was confined into, the loving acceptance of her Father- all of it absorbed by the Mordred in Chaldea.
Second, is the Mordred of the Moon Cell- virtual reality? Servant of an Anomaly? No….. Husband of Kishinami. The power which she train hard to achieve, the upgrade and development of her own Entity to defeat a rouge AI called BB, her devoted self to Kishinami, the complete rule of hers in the Moon Cell… until the heartbreak ended. The splitting of Moon Cell Mordred to Body, Mind, Soul and Heart. She- the Mind of Moon Cell Mordred was roughly plummeted straight to an unguarded Saber of Red- mixing and eating her whole personality.
It did a terrible blow to Saber Mordred, for she was in a state where her Origins are clashing for dominance. She grew stronger, yes, but the unbearable pain…. Suffering- set her back to her missions, worrying Gudako that she gave her a free reign for a long month- to regain her stability and annihilate her illness. Saber Mordred caught herself crying in the cafeteria somedays, hiding the pain of the memories inflicted to Moon Cell Mordred- how her wife was taken and how harsh King Mordred sacrifice to save the subjects she love.
And no further it has stable, her Father- King Mordred's father was summoned after the Camelot Singularity bearing the same memories from the Moon Cell… already knowing the consequences of why their memories have remain, say, intact. And another month passed, Jack the Ripper regains Jack of Moon Cell's memories, so does Jeanne Alter. And with them four, they secretly bypass and open a Rift in other dimensions, so that the Heart of Mordred of Moon Cell and the Heart of Kishinami Hakuno would hear the call of the Mind of Mordred Pendragon.
Calling for salvation…..
…. To the hope the Heroes and Master in the future- in the Moon Cell- had sent into the past to intervene to their predicament….
And destroy Archimedes.
-STATIC!-
"Mordred!" Hakuno giggles, leaning into her ear, whispering in that beautiful and soft voice.
"Wake up, beloved… wake up and come find me…." She says, kissing her jaw simultaneously.
Come find me….
-STATIC!-
"…..! Ugh!" Saber Mordred gasps, wrenching the blanket away to her sweating body- grasping the heaving chest painfully as tears fall in the sheets.
She turns left and right to her empty room, searching- pleading to find the beat of her heart, yet found nothing but the common things she used and the bitter reminder of her Future- self.
"Just a dream…. Huh." She whispers into her shaking palm, unconcern by a pair of golden eyes watching her at the corner of the room- where Altria Pendragon (Lancer Arturia) watches her like a hawk.
"Damn it…." Saber Mordred cursed. "Every time I stop myself remembering, here she is making her presence known to my dreams."
"Mordred…" Altria sighs in her position, arms cross and concern radiating in her yellow eyes. "Halt those tricks upon your sleeve, Cub. We cannot change the way it is link to you even before the future started."
"B- but Father-!"
"Cub…" Altria comes forward, kneeling at the side of Saber Mordred's bed. Reaching to dry the flowing tears away, Altria meet the eyes of her son and without further she do, smiles in assurance- calming her lion cub with just her presence, tuck in seclusion and the comfort of a parent none can quite duplicate in their steed.
"The recollections within you, whether it is in past, present or future…. It will always be yours. You cannot stop the flow of memoirs unaided with just a Mind… but when the Heart…." Altria gently tap Saber Mordred's uncovered chest. "…. Wanted those memories and feelings secure and treasured, the Soul will be its key and the Body will be the cage that contains it, before you are born, while you're living and after you died. Accepting the memories of her is far better than rejecting your connection passing through Atropos's scissors itself."
"Father…" Saber Mordred groans dejectedly, closing her eyes in exhaustion. "…. I just… don't want this.. 'me'. Overemotional and so loving…. I… I- I am not sure if I'm surely me. I… I'm not sure if I'm 'Mordred' anymore, the Knight of Treachery…. In father Arturia's history." With every word that passed, Saber Mordred's voice grew slow and low- sheepishly looking at the narrowed eyes of her other father, a jealous father in fact.
"Hmph." Altria softly huffs, ruffling Mordred's hair. "Perhaps…. It is related to the Mind?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come to think of it, the Mindhas all the passion and ability to think, but without a Body of her original form, the Mind will cease to exist and sooner or later, it will collapse. Deteriorated. Destroyed."
"But it's inside me!" Saber Mordred protested.
"Indeed, the Mind latches into you, the vessel." Altria nods, "But look at it this way, cub. Imagine the Mind's memory as a soiled apple…"
"…. That's one way to put it." The little blonde murmured, earning a bob in the head.
"Moreover, that soiled apple is placed in a basket full of ripe ones- which means your memories as a Knight of Treachery and King of Camelot. What do you think would happen?" Altria continues, amusingly thinking of her situation- like a teacher teaching a child to write.
"… It will get infected."
"Yes. It seems I do not need to elaborate further… no?"
"… Damn it." Saber Mordred cusses, placing her head in her arms atop her bent legs, hiding her face in misery. "…. We just have to complete something, anything, before that happens, huh."
Altria smiled, grasping for the blonde hair of her daughter, wanting to deliver the good news as soon as possible. "Then don't wallow in sorrow, cub. We can start what we came for now."
"We can't, father. Not without the Hearts, we still haven't had a lead yet to wherever dimension they are thrown. We certainly wouldn't get them and bring them here ourselves."
"Ho?" the Lancer chuckles again, earning a curious gaze from her daughter. "We do not need to do further drastic actions, cub. Fate helps us with just this case."
"What do you mean?" Saber Mordred squint her eyes, staring at the surprising smug look of Altria, pride swirling in those yellowish green eyes.
"We do not need to search for them, for they found us."
"!? You mean!?"
"Yes, cub." Altria nodded.
"The Hearts are here. They're here."
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IDENTITY CLARIFICATION TIME!
ARTURIA PENDRAGON: The blue saber in the Fate Series, with the original tragedy of Camelot as History. Father of Saber Mordred, the Knight of Treachery. Arturia is also called King of Knights, using Excalibur as a weapon-where she was betrayed by her Queen and had died after the Battle of Camlamn.
ALTRIA PENDRAGON: Another version of Arturia Pendragon, wielding the Promise Lance instead of Excalibur. She is called Altria Lancer with a history which did not end in treason, but the destruction she herself conducted. Raised King Mordred as her heir, loved by Briton and the Battle of Camlamn did not happen. Instead of son, Altria called King Mordred 'daughter', she are known as the 'Lion King'. The Knight of the Round Table does not disintegrate or divide, and she loves Guinevere, with her ideal perfection set aside. She hates Merlin, and she died in the hands of Guinevere, who she orders to kill her- so that she will not ruin Camelot as King Mordred's death ruin her.
MORDRED OF MOON CELL: Servant of Hakuno Kishinami from the very start, she answer the brown haired girl's call. They grew close to Master and Servant, to friends, to best friend, and lovers. (Further indication would lead to a big spoiler.)
MODRED: Hakuno's girlfriend, human. (Further indication would lead to a big spoiler.)
SABER MORDRED: The Knight of Treachery in Arturia Pendragon's history, destroyed Camelot, bastard child of Arturia and Morgana. Servant of Kiri in Fate Apocrypha and helps Gudako at the mission at London Singularity. The vessel. (Further indication would lead to a big spoiler.)
KING MORDRED: Bastard child of Altria and Morgan, kept by Altria and herald as a Princess and the Heir to the Throne. She have become the King of Camelot after her father step down in her position until Morgan appears and King Mordred sacrifice herself in order to save Camelot. Greatest regret: made her father cry.
So, a simple explanation of why Mordred's so OOC, and that is….
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She's not complete.