"They are English nicknames, Master. And please do not call that boy a waste of time. For I believe he has given us a most tremendous opportunity." Lancer said as she rose up from her seat.
"Oh? What makes you say that, Lancer?" Archer asked intrigue.
Lancer briefly smiled in his direction and looked towards the young girls in the group and said.
"I believe that a servant will appear in that concert. And if my instinct is correct, then that would mean we would have the chance of eliminating that servant before they could become strong enough to be warranted as a threat." Lancer explained.
"Really? Then why if that's true, then why are we heading towards where they are? Wouldn't we be drawn into a battle we can't exactly say we're prepared for?" Rin asked.
"Because if my instinct remains true, then our enemy will not, and cannot fight against us."
"Is that your version of saying you have a clue about the identity of our enemy, Lancer? You really need to speak simpler, or otherwise no one will understand you." Archer jokes. But in reality, he's had a sneaking suspicion ever since he read the song titles. For if you combined each of them into one coherent sentence, you would get a story that eerily connects with a certain character from a tale long ago.
"To be brief, yes. I might have figured out the identity of the servant we are about to face." Lancer said as she frowned at Archer's odd sense of humour.
"Then who is it?" Shriou asked. She didn't know much about what they were talking about. But even the redhead was curious who this mystery person might be.
Lancer looked at them with tired eyes. To Archer, it looked like she aged 30 years more as he gazed upon her sad, broken and desolate eyes. However dismaying the sight was, it helped the bowman find the missing piece in the puzzle at the back of his mind. The puzzle that was the enemy's identity.
"The servant…" Lancer said slowly.
"...is my son."
—-
Hours later…
"Booyakasha! It's ya boi, da wan en' only Ali G. Lemme hear some NOISE, CHINA!"
"WOOOOOOOHHHH"
"Oi, Ali. We're in Japan, you dinggus."
"Oh right, sorry sorry. Ricky. LEMME HEAR SOME ROARING CHEETAS JAPAN!"
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO-"
Mordred could only scoff at the obnoxiousness of her master. To think that this buffoon had somehow become one. Not only that. It annoyed her to no end as to How he managed to find a catalyst for her.
Flashback…
Within the throne of heroes, Mordred's essence lingered. But suddenly, her spirit felt a pull. A call. A summoning. The Knight of Treachery paused for a moment. This was not a specific call for her alone. Rather, she felt that the call was for peers - the Knights of the Round table. How did she know this? She did not know. But she could wager that this source of magic is pushing foreign information into her mind. Information about a battle royale for the Holy Grail. How she is one of many who have the choice to heed the call of becoming a servant for the War. And the reward for participating is the power to have any single wish granted by the Holy Grail.
She did not need any more convincing after that last bit of information was pushed into the forefront of her mind.
With her choice made, the Holy Grail's power flooded through her spirit. Slowly but surely pulling her out of the Throne of Heroes and into the land of the living. She could feel herself becoming whole. Her hands could feel the temperature, her face could feel the gust of wind caused by her summoning. Her shoulders slightly sagged from the weight of her armour. Then suddenly, Clarent was in her right hand. And a… shield? This is Pridwen! Her father's shield. Why is it red and silver? Why the hell-
"Uhh… Ali. I don't mean to be the one to fuck up the mood, but I think you aren't eating a roofie." Mordred's attention then turned towards the people in front of her. 2 goofy looking morons. One of them was a guy in a dungaree wearing a yellow cap that had 'West Staines' boldly written on it. The other was the obnoxious looking idiot she had ever seen. Yellow. Yellow. Yellow. That's all she could see. His oversized shirt had the markings of ALI G on it. Wait… gold chains? Those are fake, and Mordred thinks he knew it as well.
"Ayo- whu da hell are you? You sum Knight lookin' cosplaya' or something?" The yellow guy asked. His mouth full with a brown object that Mordred could clearly see with how wide the man opened his mouth.
"Yo Ricky! Come check this one out. Man looks like one of dem characta's from one of your niece's story books." The man - who Mordred presumed was Ali from what she heard from the man named Ricky - suddenly walked towards her like he had no fucks for his life. It didn't take a while for Mordred to understand what he was about to do.
"Ight, lemme take a hit on this. I wanna know if this is real metal." Ali then brought his left hand up and tried to knock on her chestplate. His gaudy two finger ring that had 'West Side' engraved to it scraped her armour before the Knight of Treachery grabbed his hand and threw him on the ground. Not enough power to kill him but enough power to know what the fuck is up.
"You touch me again, and you're a dead man." Mordred growled behind her helmet. She then saw that the thing Ali had on his mouth was on the ground not too far from him. Mordred instantly felt the magical essence within the object. It was Merlin who made its original form, after all. So, it wasn't hard to figure out what it was.
"How the hell did you get a piece of the Round Table? Why would you eat it?!" Mordred exclaimed as she quickly crushed the wood chunk into smithereens. It made things less satisfying the moment Mordred saw Ali's right hand as he nursed his bruised jaw.
It was a set of command seals that were drawn to look like gang symbols.
"Fuck me… You can't be…" Mordred groaned as her apparent master was lifted up by Ricky. Who had been too stunned by what just happened that it only took him now to get up from where he was and help his friend.
"Son of a bitch. Why the hell did I get a master like you?" Mordred asked rhetorically.
—-
To this day, Ali never answered how he got that catalyst.
"AY AY AY! Big ups to the mandem, yeah! Thanks for watching us perform tonight yo. Now remember y'all FUCK THE BBC!"
"FUCK THE BBC!"
"Christ, he's gonna end my career one day." Mordred turned around to see Ricky come into the backstage after entertaining the populace with Ali. He had matured after finally setting his foot into the Entertainment Industry. His time as an actor and director of Ali's record label (after the long hours of studying how to properly do both of those things) helped him grow out of his wannabe gangster phase. Unfortunately for him, his friend Ali G did not go through the same life altering changes he had. Which was why he was bemoaning the idiocy of his friend who was hyping the crowd on the stage.
"Looks like fun outside." Mordred jokes. Ricky was a tolerable guy, in her books. It only took her a while to realise that he was actually a sane person hanging out with a maniac because of how well Ricky blended in with the West Staines Massiv. He didn't want to be left out of the 'fun' Ali and his gang of 'misfits' were up to, so he signed up and started acting gangsta and shit. Which in turn rubbed off on him because he incorporated it into his lifestyle soon after. Simple jokes like what she just said was enough for Ricky to start going at it.
"Please, don't even. Everytime, I try to tell him to tone it down a little because of how dangerous his persona is. One single misstep, and we're done. I can't believe he brought me into this mess. I should've quit sooner." Ricky confided to the red clad girl.
"Lucky that you had the chance to say no. I fucking don't. Ever since he did that damn command on me, I couldn't do shit." Mordred complained back.
"Right… you are still on that magic thing you kept blabbering about. I'm telling you, Big M. It's not real." Ricky said. He was being pragmatic here. There ain't no way magic exists in this world, he thought. Whatever brought Mighty Mo here was nothing but a trick play by some rando out there with a drug problem.
"Frankly, I don't give two shits about what you think. All I need to tell you is that you're lying to yourself." Mordred said. But in reality, maybe he was right. It's been a year since she answered the call of the Holy Grail. After that, nothing. No indication of where to go for the Grail War. No hints of what to do. Nothing. Afterwards, she spent her time just listlesstly going about life with Ali and Ricky. She even went so far as to become a singer and songwriter due to the explicit command Ali G unexpectedly placed on her.
"Big Mo. You will sing and write. Do it for me." She remembered that this was what Ali said long ago. And ever since then, the power of the command seal compels her to be able to do those two things. Which brought her to this mess.
"Olright olright! I'll be going now! See ya soon my nigg-" Mordred and Ricky heard from the stage. Causing Ricky to run back to the stage and yell.
"ALI NO!"
Mordred meanwhile, couldn't help but laugh at the sheer stupidity of it all. She then doubled over as Ali and RIcky started fist fighting for the former's microphone. Both of them suddenly fell towards the crowd. Causing Mordred to calm down and focus on helping her master. But as she jumped off the stage, she noticed a tall blonde figure approach Ali and Ricky. Nothing strange about the blonde in Mordred's eyes. It's just that she felt a tug in her chest the moment she laid eyes on the blonde woman. Like she's supposed to know her or something. Like they had met before. But how?
The blonde woman meanwhile, had just separated herself from her group. Archer had decided that splitting up and gaining ground was more efficient because the servant has no way of attacking them due to the fact that there are so many people present. She heard a loud commotion at the front of the stage and figured that she should check it out. The woman - Lancer - noticed two men acting like petulant children fighting for a microphone of all things. But that's not all. Lancer saw a red figure descending from the stage as she walked closer and closer to the front. The first thing Lancer saw were the emerald eyes that shone the same way she remembered all those years ago. And it was at that point that she knew who this was.
It was her son.
"Mordred." Lancer called out. And to her mild surprise, Mordred only blinked. Not out of anger or shock. But out of confusion. As if Mordred did not expect her to call out to the Knight. But her mild surprise turned full-blown stupefaction once she heard the words coming out of the Knight of Treachery's mouth.
"Mother?" Mordred whispered.
—-
Author Note:
Okay, so this Mordred is quite different from the OG. This Mordred never met Morgan but did meet King Arthur Pendragon. Not Arturia. Arthur. King Arthur met Mordred the same way as in the lore. But Mordred found out about her lineage through the writings found in the ruins of Cornwall Castle not far from Dunheved. The Cornish Kingdom's capital. More about this Mordred's lore in the next chapter.
After the next chapter, I'll be trying out my take on a Request sent to me by SubSonicSoundwave - a guy who PM'ed me many suggestions that I find very interesting. Which one of the suggestions will I write about next? Who knows?
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