'Well, shit.'

These were the thoughts of "Archer" or better known as "Shirou Emiya". Or at least he thinks is – he hasn't seen his own face yet to know. Now it is obvious to ask this. But why is Archer confused about his features? Well, you see-

"Hurry up idiot! We're leaving by daybreak."

Ah, and there it was. The indecipherable voice of his acquaintance – at least in figuring out

her true gender; she still had her helmet on. But the impatience and annoyance is there. Said acquaintance is Sir Mordred of the Round or was it Mordred Pendragon? Bah! She doesn't know yet. It was clear that she still followed Arthur (or is it Arturia?). That was why she was there when he saw, and saved, her in that temple before she was about to get killed. And she never let Archer speak of it. Whenever he does. Her mood changes. From apathetic to downright murderous. And she's so explosive of a person that "Archer" quickly got used to it.

It's been a whole day since the fight against Drecken. 15 hours since they met. And 3 minutes away from sunrise. Merciless Mordred forced marched herself and Archer for 12 hours straight. Only stopping because Archer insisted to stop to rest and eat. At first Mordred quickly rejected the idea, but her poor stomach had other ideas and decided to rebel against its master and growled as loud as a lion cub. Embarrassed, she acquiesced. That was an hour ago. And in the end, she couldn't find it in her to complain. Archer was the best cook she ever met. But she was not telling him that, no; she'll prolly never hear the end of it.

So, the Red Knight instead focused on there plotted course, Camelot – which was 3 hours away. She was traveling light so she had nothing other than the armor on her back and the sheathed sword hanging on her waist. She recalled its name from Archer, who said it was Rhindon.

Archer himself, was traveling light as well. He had his bag filled with all sorts of things Mordred couldn't care less for. She saw the tools he used for cooking come out from it. She saw a red pendant, some scrolls and a soft leather book he's currently occupied with. Irritated with the lack of response from the red head, Mordred snatched the book from his hands and started waving it around saying.

"It wouldn't do good to ignore me, Archer." she uttered, filled with irritation. "And what is this? You're diary?! You've got to be kidding me." She then laughed mockingly. Filling her with the wrong kind of mirth.

Exasperated with this display. Archer then snatched back his "diary" and sat down again. Then he exclaimed.

"Hey! Don't do that Mordred." Archer said. Clearly used to the Knight's antics he didn't need to be overtly formal with her now. Dropping the 'Sir' halfway into their travel. They developed into a frienemy sort of relationship. Fighting off the bandits they encounter with a competitive fire. Much to Mordred's chagrin, the redhead was sitting on a comfortable score of 28 to 23. Which not only displeased the Red Knight, but also forced her to acknowledge her Saviour from Drecken as a formidable warrior like herself. Even though she still got the best of him when she sacked him once she got out of Archer's tent a while back. "These are my notes when I have to explain myself to King Arthur when we get to Camelot." The redhead explained. "Not only am I a witness to Drecken's actions, but I believe I need to expect some sort of questioning once we get there. It isn't everyday a Knight of the Round Table gets saved by a nobody- Ow! That hurt..."

"If you don't want to get hurt then stop talking about it!" the knight in question still sour from her defeat punched him in the head to stop him. Her pride as a warrior not allowing her to be reminded of her loss. Mordred then continued.

"Well, if you're going to be questioned, it's prolly the obvious one like 'where do come from' 'why are you here' 'are you a threat to His Highness and to the people of Camelot?' ""I'm no- ow!" "Don't interrupt! I already know you aren't, so you have my trust. So don't go and prove me wrong in trusting you, got it?" She threatened him with a glare he can't see, But Archer got the idea.

"Alright, alright I get it." The redhead said, with hands up in a sign of surrender. "I'm just writing it here so that I won't have to look stupid in from of the King, y'know the entire story of what I did yesterday. They'll obviously ask about that. Call this a reference, if you will."

"Argh, fine! Do what you want. But pack your things. We're leaving once you've packed." After that, she left Archer to his own devices, contemplating on what he wrote.

1030- I woke up lying on the ground in a forest not far from where Mordred and Drecken faced each other. I examined myself and found that I have different clothes. Not unusual enough to hinder me in my fight against a bear who tried to eat me.

1130- I managed to find the village. I was welcomed to the sight of Mordred's person flying into what looks like a worn-down temple. Noticing her plight, I then assisted her by charging straight forward to my new opponent. He was a formidable foe. Fighting with a spear that looks like a black Gae Bolg. I managed to fend him off with Kanshou and Bakuya alone, allowing me to have the element of surprise should I face him again. And should I meet him once more, it would be with a different set of weapons that can potentially catch him off guard.

1150- After lifting the Unconscious Knight (currently I was unaware of his(her?) identity) off the ground and carrying said knight into my makeshift tent, I tended to her wounds. Which were not fatal but they were many. The spear has some sort of curse that multiplies the targets wounds for some reason. Luckily, I was not wounded. The knight isn't as fortunate. I then returned to the sight of where I found the Knight. And I was greeted to a broken Tomb. With a sword neatly rested on the ground where I found the Knight. So, thinking it was his, I brought it with me. Along with some items of value in the tomb. When I returned to the tent. It seemed as if I became a statue. Unmoving from the surprise I felt. I came back to see that the helmet of the Knight was gone, and I was greeted to a beautiful lady lying peacefully in my tent. Shaking off from my reverie. I then realized who this Knight was. Mordred. 'Son' of Arthur Pendragon. Naturally, I must hide the fact that I saw her face. I do believe I need her to answer some questions I have. So, I will stay quiet.

1430- It seems that taking care of her wounds did the trick. Most of the wounds are gone now, except for the deep ones. It was a good thing her arms are the only ones affected. Given that her armor was of high quality, that meant that whoever this Drecken was, he was not someone to be taken lightly.

Mordred woke up 5 minutes after I checked up on her. She came of the tent and proceeded to beat the living daylights out of me. She then questioned me, beat me up once more, told me to talk simpler, and demanded I give her the Sword I found in the temple. What surprised me the most was that she was very defensive. Well, now that I write about it I kind of realized why. What with her being a female in a man's world. Throughout her questions, I hid the notion of her gender through pretending I did not know her. To the point that I didn't know who Arthur was. I knew she knew I lied about my name. But I guess she didn't know that I lied about the rest.

0500 next day- After a merciless march we took a break. Mordred was amazingly durable. She barely got tired throughout the journey. If it wasn't for me controlling my pace I would've been exhausted halfway. I guess that what happens when you have dragon blood in you. The only thing that convinced Mordred to take a break was her stomach. She did not complain about the waste of time taking a break was ever since I fed her. She had that look of glee whenever she eats that makes me happy inside whenever I see it. Like father like son, I suppose.

Personal anecdotes:

Mordred is a unique case. She is loud, boisterous and haughty and explosive. The complete opposite of her "Father". I've never met Mordred in my missions, and now I have a unique perspective in the mind of soon to be Knight of Treachery. If my supposed mission here in this timeline is to convince her not to Rebel against Arturia, then I will devote my attention to her. For now, sticking with her for now is the best course of action to get the answers I need.

Arturia… I cannot say that I am not nervous as to what might happen when I meet her. The last time we spoke is when… she left. She will obviously not know who I am, so it is best to speak as minimal as possible. Answering briefly and staying as distant as possible to not hinder my movements, I expect her to be on guard against me – a nobody with the Hair like the Scots. She will probably assume that I am a spy due to my hair.

My hair… I did not realize my body was of the naïve boy. Perhaps I was so occupied with Drecken and Mordred that I failed to notice. Although… I can use this to my advantage. This body is much more durable and agile than I expected. Using this, I can probably take on even half the Knights of the Round… should things get hostile

Theories on my arrival.

*Time travel.

This is a possibility. But I've never heard of a person with a different body from their own going from one time to another.

*Summoned by someone.

This needs to be considered. It is possible, but where is my summoner? He or she should be here but where are they? I feel no link to anyone whatsoever.

*On a mission by Alaya.

This is the most far-fetched of them all. If I really am in a mission I should have been briefed. But no, no memory of Alaya has popped up in my mind.

The Writing in the Journal ends here.

To sum it all up."Shiro Emiya" is in a situation that he is not prepared for. If he were to say a short answer as to what he feels about his predicament, it would be:

"Well, shit."