PoV: ???

I can remember it clear as day. No, rather than always remembering it, it would be more accurate to say I could never forget it. A vivid experience so thoroughly burned into my mind I could never even hope to forget it. It's the only thing I can think about as I stand over Camlann Hill, gazing out at the bodies of fallen knights, who's only crime was having a failure of a King as their leader.

Just the weeks before, I'd seen them laughing, smiling, sparring, drinking and eating. The light in their eyes filled with joy and pride, in themselves and in their kingdom. Their joy was an infectious thing, though I did well to never let it sway me, another inhumane trait the King would bear. Their smiles were what I fought for, those were the treasures I swore to protect, even at the cost of my own self.

Though alongside that light, there was a conflicted feeling in their eyes when we'd meet. A distrust deeply rooted in their spirits, a feeling of horror aimed at their perfect King. But they were my knights, and I trusted them all the same, regardless of what they thought of me.

The worst part of it all is that none of them had been from an enemy kingdom. They'd all been my knights, sworn to fight for myself and no one else. We'd been through much together, every battle and celebration, spent in each other's presence. I believed we'd come to an understanding, even if they did not understand me.

I was wrong.

They rebelled against me. Led by one of my closest knights, one bearing my own face, they'd occupied Camelot, and forced my remaining knights, those precious few that had stuck by my side, to lay siege to their own home. They'd betrayed me, turned on me, sided with the corpse laying at my feet. He'd been my own blood, though illegitimate.

I killed him all the same.

Yet despite their treachery, I blamed no one but myself. The fault, in the end, lied with me. I had failed them. All of them. Aggravain, Lancelot, Tristan, Galahad, Gareth, Gawain, Mordred, Percival, even my brother Kay. I'd let them all down. Their blood was on the hands of no one but myself.

It's why I sought it.

The miracle I desired more than anything. The miracle would undo my reign, and give the people of Camelot a better King, a King they deserved. The miracle I was willing to do anything for.

The miracle Kiritsugu Emiya forced me to destroy with my own hands.

We'd never gotten along, him and I. But as much as I disapproved of his actions, his intent, his dream, his goal, was something I could respect. We never spoke to each other, our interactions few and even then we never spoke to each other.

It's part of why I would never forget his betrayal.

The first and last words he spoke to me were commands forcing me to destroy my only hope. It was inexplicable, for he had desired the Grail just as much as I had. To force me to destroy it just like that.

I bite my lip in frustration, hands balled into fists clench in indignant fury.

I shake my head to clear my memories of the War, though I know it's an exercise in futility. Between Kiritsugu, Archer, Rider, Caster,and Lancelot, that War was something I'd never forget.

I stand over Camlann Hill and can think of nothing but my own failure. I'd failed so many ti-

"Are you done sulking, my King?"

A whimsical, impossible voice reaches my ears from behind. I whirl around immediately, the voice sparking memories of the past to push to the forefront of my mind.

"Y-you? How can you be here?"

He doesn't respond, a mysterious, playful smile his only reply. My eyes are widened and my jaw slacked in shock, the last I'd heard from him was before he'd been sealed away. His presence here was an impossibility on all accounts, even I knew that, limited though my knowledge of Magecraft was.

"As much as I'd like to regale you of my wonderful, awe-inspiring escape from that Tower, I'd be credited a liar if I did so."

"...A liar?"

The smile on his face flickers, and ah-

I blink.

"An illusion?"

He smiles proudly, like a teacher would to a student, even though our days as such had long passed.

"Yes yes my adorable King, even I cannot escape that Tower so easily so I had to compromise like this."

"Compromise? For what?"

His smile fades away, his face taking on a more serious expression. It surprises me, I could count the amount of times I'd seen him so serious on one hand.

"I'm here to warn you my King, something grave will take place in your next expedition."

I absorb his words slowly, a sense of dredge beginning to settle in my chest.

"A warning? Something grave? With how vague you're being, it sounds like you're giving me a prophecy."

His smile returns, though the difference in emotion confirms my growing fear.

"It's because I am my Kin-"

The World around us flashes. And I can feel my body fading. I am familiar with the feeling, I'd experienced it before when I'd been summoned by Kiritsugu. It's the sign of my summoning, and that the Grail had called for me once more. The resolution that filled me during the first summoning was nowhere to be seen however, replaced by dread at the Mage's warning.

I lose my feet first, the feeling akin to sinking in water. I quickly turn my head to him,

"The prophecy, what is it!?!"

His eyes, that had been watching my form disappear, rise to meet mine.

He opens his mouth.

"On the eve of the pale Night, on the cusk of the bleek Morning, the End shall appear clothed in Black and White. A creature like no other, a Beast born from your own home, shall bring about Armageddon."

His pink orbs stared into my soul, my form almost completely sunken.

"When the Sun falls the King will be faced with a choice, a decision, that will decide the fates of all. To sacrifice what he fought for most, or to continue on that broken path and sink into the Sea of Death."

I'm almost completely gone now, but that doesn't deter him.

"On the Night of the Coronation all will be made clear, and Humanity shall meet its judgment head on."