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Dream To Meet You

'I want to see you again Shirou.'

Flashes of memories that I had gone through appeared one by one. Pieces of memories I experienced during the 5th grail war as well as the beautiful memories I shared with him. I don't know how long I've been waiting, in my sleep reenacting scenes from my memory played out in my dreams. Waiting for a miracle to come from someone.

'I want to see you again, Shirou,' I hoped to myself.

"That's a very difficult thing to happen, isn't it?" a familiar voice answered me

"However your time with him is not equal." He added in a calm tone.

That's right, it's not just distance that separates us but our time is far apart. Our meeting was like a dream that was impossible to happen. A knight, an English king from the past and a 3rd class magus in the modern era meet in a holy grail war. The desired reunion between someone who has to wait forever and someone who continues to search forever.

"Also, you shouldn't expect something like that," said the voice

"After all, wasn't all that just a dream?" he added.

The impossible happens, even if there is a miracle it will still feel impossible. It takes a miracle for the seeker to search, it takes a miracle to keep waiting for someone to come. Even so, he didn't give up. Until they meet she will continue to wait.

It's true that this is just a dream from her memory, but the dream comes from what she experienced as proof of the existence of someone she was waiting for. So she kept hoping that one day they would meet together again.

A small smile appeared on her lips reflecting a deep feeling of sadness, the wind blowing gently swayed her wheat blonde hair slowly. In this dream memories of when they were together. She leaned against the bridge pillar and looked nostalgically at the city. Her clothes were the same as those she wore in her calmer times during the war, a plain white shirt with long sleeves and a blue ribbon tied around her neck, a knee-length blue skirt and black stockings.

She turned his head slowly to look at the familiar voice of her former teacher. There was a familiar face that was calm but had a sense of mischief in it. At the same time, her clothes changed into her old battle dress but without her armor.

Smiling, she answered her teacher's question, "Even so, I can't give up this hope," although while smiling, her eyes showed a hint of sadness and very deep longing. "That's enough for me," she continued.

"Okay," said the teacher understandingly in a slightly playful tone. "If that's what you want, you will continue your wait for him forever."

Her teacher told him what she already knew. Her endless waiting, the arrival of someone she loves, the hope of something impossible and their encounter to finally be together. Arthuria began to close her eyes and remember the brief moments they had shared together during that war until everything slowly went dark.

"Sacred lance, removing redtraints!"

The spear in her hand began to glow a golden yellow color as light particles began to appear around him. Bianka raised her spear above her head, the light radiating became brighter and light particles flew slowly like fireflies merging with the light of the holy spear. The spear's form began to fade, replaced by a dazzling tower of light rising upwards, hiding its form and its wielder.

A light construction like a giant drill made of woven ribbons rotates slowly showing its splendor. Below the spear you can see the silhouette of a human whose right hand is raised above her head holding a giant miniature spear above it.

"Light, may you be released from the end of the world,"

It was a tower of light that bound the outer layers of the planet, anchoring the world from the other side. The authority of the tower was given in the form of a lance given to the English once and the future king, Artoria Pendragon.

Making up her mind, Bianka prepared her posture to attack. Strengthening her footing, her stance was ready to attack, pulling her hand back, she carried the giant construction above him forward towards the layered wall created from the imaginary. Sirin and Kiana moved out of the way of the spear's potential path, staring in surprise at the light construction. As herrschers they could feel the honkai energy around them but the spear also felt different, something that felt ancient and foreign but at the same time felt familiar because of their closeness to the 'Void'.

"Fight heroes." Not bothered by what was to come, Otto said calmly as if challenging him. He had expected this, this was his own plan. In the end he knew what awaited him at the end of this fight. What was in front of him was something he expected even though the scenario was different, even though other variables were introduced in the form of Bianka's mysterious stigmata he just needed to make adjustments. He expected an increase in power or something but what he saw was something else.

After becoming a false god he had glimpsed the branches of the imaginary tree. The spear not only held mystery but something else, something that seemed not to come from this world. Every world spear he had ever observed was nothing similar to that spear, yet its nature remained visible and who was he if he could not decipher it. The words that Bianka speaks are like a prayer or spell to open the seal of the 'holy spear and light that shines at the end of the world' and their nature influences the world around her, bringing a mystical aura, creating the illusion of past stories and legends. The spear was more of a light construct as it was connected to somewhere, not the feeling he got from honkai but something else with its mystery felt different.

Seeing the giant spear aimed at him, Otto stopped his train of thought. All that was no longer relevant, the end result was certain that the attack would only help him get closer to what he hoped for. He couldn't help but smile, satisfied with the ending he was about to get.

"I've waited too long to fall," he said calmly unable to hide the satisfaction in his voice.

"Split the heavens and tethet the earth…."

The spear spun faster creating chaos in the area around it. The world around the terrace changed, the mystical and ancient aura radiating from the spear became stronger, more and more light particles appeared like thousands of fireflies in the field. Sirin and Kiana were shocked by the changes that had occurred, the sight they saw was like a fairy tale they had heard from Cecilia about a magical land, the land of the fairies. The illusion of grasslands and fluttering fireflies momentarily replaced the image of ruins and the stone floor they had stepped on before returning to normal.

With one move Bianka lunged forward. Her spear shot forward towards the plated wall that surrounded him with the former supervisor. Her determination was made, this attack was not intended as a final attack but to weaken and open the way for Sirin and Kiana. This is not just an attack but also a reminder of her purpose and origins, her past, and what she wants to show the world about the ancient story of the forgotten world, her past that she wants to redeem, and the meaning of being a hero who stands side by side with him.

"Anchor of the storm! Rhongomyniad!"

Thanks for reading

This is just something that's been in my head for a while. After I read fanfic about Sirin and Kiana as sisters, I just thought what if someone filled Durandal's position? What if Shirou and Saber got the chance to be together in another world instead of meeting in Avalon? Or maybe something else like Merlin interacting with Elysia? Yes, there are just a few things that are on my mind but I can't write them down.

See you.