11-22-2015, 06:35 PM
The King of Knights had been riding for approximately fifteen minutes on a moderate speed towards one of the gates. She hadn’t exactly spurred her horse all that much, simply allowing it go on it’s own pace, as she herself had mostly focused upon scrutinizing the surrounding whiteness. As she approached, she could notice that the dot in the distance began to grow in size, and after the King of Knights had already gotten fairly close, she realized what it was. A gate, an archway made of stone. She could see small figures close to it, guarding the gate as she finally decided to spur her mount forth with haste.
As she finally arrived to the figures, whom seemed to be guards of one sort or another, she pulled upon the reins of her steed, steadily bringing it to a halt, before she dismounted from the right side with an agile hop, her armour letting out a sound as she landed upon the ground.
Bowing to the man clad in armour before her, the knight inquired. “Greetings Sir. Where might I be and where does this gate lead?” Her tone was calm, respectful as she spoke, knowing full well, that men like himself had once worked in her servitude as well.
The man simply responded, slightly annoyedly. “Oh, one of you again? A new one, eh? Well, at least you have manners.” the man commented, disregarding the questions presented to him completely, as he leaned against the spear in his hands a little. Eventually, he decided that the woman, whom simply stood there patiently waiting for a response, was worthy of his time. “You are at one of the eight gates of the Nexus. Specifically, the one that leads to Camelot. But keep in mind we have seen your kind before, and that you can be dealt with. If you decide to go forth, behave.” the male simply informed the knight, before falling back into his earlier apathy.
As the man guardsman spoke, the expression upon Arthuria’s visage turned grim in a rapid manner, as she lost a speck of her calmness, quickly firing an array of questions towards the man. “Camelot?! But, where’s King Arthur then? Where is the ruler of Camelot? How could he be a king if he didn’t pull Caliburn from the sacred stone much like in the prophecy?!” she inquired in a shock, completely forgetting her usual mask of control and calmness together with the fact, that she was now in a different world, where things could be completely differently. And that obviously included different rulers as well as countries. The girl didn’t even stop to consider for a moment, that the name of the country could simply happen to be the exact same one, as the one that she had once ruled.
The man raised an eyebrow, tightening his grip of the spear, seemingly somewhat alarmed, which was likely caused by the fact, that the woman was seemingly freaking out after hearing the name Camelot.. But for now, he reasoned that he would simply answer questions, to see if the person was simply mistaken. “King Arthur? Camelot is ruled by King Aragorn, and there has never been any ‘King Arthur’. You must be mistaken or delusional, woman. I have never in my life heard of any prophecies, sacred stones, or whatever the thing is, that you mentioned, is. Now fall in line, or I must use force.” the man threatened. Despite wearing only a spear and some plate armour, he reasoned that the woman wasn’t wearing any weaponry, and was fairly new, so if problems arose, he could possibly take her, along with some backup.
Arthuria simply listened in shock, as she tried to comprehend the fact, that Camelot wasn’t ruled by King Arthur anymore. Had her...wish to the grail been fulfilled after all..? That she had never pulled Caliburn, and had never became the King of Britain, and that the sword had just remained there in the stone for all her life, because nobody else had been able to pull it free. That eventually, the people would’ve forgotten the prophecy and simply chosen a king themselves. Biting onto her lip, the girl tried to comprehend it all, as the reality seemed to come crashing down upon her. It didn’t make any sense..! Kiritsugu had forced her to destroy the grail! She hadn’t actually emerged victorious from her duel with the King of Heroes! It just didn’t make any sense, that the grail would’ve filled her wish.. Yet here she was, standing at a gate that apparently led to Camelot, and whom’s king she wasn’t.
But she wasn’t given much time to dwell in such thoughts as the earth began to tremble, and a glow of light emanated from behind the woman’s back. The King of Knights turned around, soon finding that she had to shield her eyes from the light with her gauntlet covered hand. As the ground continued to shake, it seemed that a mountain was rising up in the distance, along with bright shining light. She turned around on her heels once more, asking the man in guard, whom looked approximately as bored still, as he had before. “What is happening, guardsman?”
The man offered no reaction to the shaking earth nor the mountain rising out into the middle of the world, as he simply replied. “Another one of you freaks is coming to populate this place. Now could you leave me be, and go bother someone else with your questions, little Missy.” he finished, throughout his speech his voice becoming more and more annoyed that he wasn’t simply allowed to do his simple job in peace. He was here to guard the gate from intruders, not to answer questions.
Another one of me? Someone like me, coming into this world? the knight thought as she disregarded the guard’s annoyance. She did note, that when she ruled, none in her command had ever acted in such an ungrateful and disrespectful manner. Taking her mount by the reins, she set the ball of her foot, hidden within the one of the greaves she wore onto the stirrup, kicking herself up from the ground and onto her horse once more. Taking a hold of the reins, the King of Knights used them to turn her steed around to the direction where she had just came, kicking her heels into the sides of the mare to spur it into a hasty canter towards the mountain. She would go meet this ‘other one like herself’, and she would find out whom they were.
The return trip to the newly formed mountain was much faster due to the knight forcing her steed towards the highest speeds it could go. Looking up as she sat in the saddle of her steed, she could see some kind of pink-leaved trees she couldn’t recognize at the top of the hill, as well as a path leading upwards. Leaning forth in the saddle, Arthuria reached forward with her hand, to gently pet and caress the neck and head of her diligent, loyal mount. The girl was very much fond of animals, and spent a moment rewarding it for the service it had done to her. “Wait here for me.” she simply whispered to the horse, before sliding off the saddle, landing with a slight clink of her armour.
For now, Saber saw no reason to summon forth her sword, as she didn’t feel any kind of danger looming from the small mountain, nor any kind of hostility. She could always summon it at the moment of need, much like she had done in life. With calm steps the woman began to walk up the path that snaked it’s way through to the top. It had clearly been paved there on purpose though, as it was lit with lanterns as if to guide the way for those whom chose to traverse up to the top. Due to her awareness of the situation, Arthuria progressed cautiously up the hill, paving her way as silently as she could, which slowed her advancement up the hill considerably. In about fifteen minutes the knight approached the top, hearing various thunk and clink sounds from ahead. Based on her combat experience, the female warrior deducted that it was likely somekind of projectile hitting a solid, hard surface, such as rock.
It would seem she would have to arm herself after all, the girl thought as she summoned forth her sword. For a moment, the girl recalled a technique she had used in the past for gaining a tactical advantage, as well as to conceal her identity by hiding the legendary, recognizable blade from sight. She had called it Invisible Air, a sheath of pressurised wind hiding the blade from sight. Sadly, it also dulled the blade considerably for the duration of its use, but that was an acceptable loss. Quietly, the girl muttered the name of her technique, “Invisible... Air…” as she gathered the wind from her surroundings, pulling it to the blade and completely hiding the whole sword from sight, leaving simply a hard to detect mass of swirling wind currencies behind.
It was time. She ran up the small distance to the mountain top with haste, and as she reached it, she slid to a halt, rising her blade and falling to a defensive stance as she looked at some kind of a blonde girl throwing what seemed like..green stones against another stone. As Arthuria inspected the girl closer, she noticed the ears popping up from her head, as well as her long white hair and a strange style of clothing. In a calm voice, she voiced a pair of questions. “Whom are you? Are you hostile?” Naturally, the girl could lie, but for now, Arthuria didn’t have an interest to attack, unless she was given a solid reason to do so.
As she finally arrived to the figures, whom seemed to be guards of one sort or another, she pulled upon the reins of her steed, steadily bringing it to a halt, before she dismounted from the right side with an agile hop, her armour letting out a sound as she landed upon the ground.
Bowing to the man clad in armour before her, the knight inquired. “Greetings Sir. Where might I be and where does this gate lead?” Her tone was calm, respectful as she spoke, knowing full well, that men like himself had once worked in her servitude as well.
The man simply responded, slightly annoyedly. “Oh, one of you again? A new one, eh? Well, at least you have manners.” the man commented, disregarding the questions presented to him completely, as he leaned against the spear in his hands a little. Eventually, he decided that the woman, whom simply stood there patiently waiting for a response, was worthy of his time. “You are at one of the eight gates of the Nexus. Specifically, the one that leads to Camelot. But keep in mind we have seen your kind before, and that you can be dealt with. If you decide to go forth, behave.” the male simply informed the knight, before falling back into his earlier apathy.
As the man guardsman spoke, the expression upon Arthuria’s visage turned grim in a rapid manner, as she lost a speck of her calmness, quickly firing an array of questions towards the man. “Camelot?! But, where’s King Arthur then? Where is the ruler of Camelot? How could he be a king if he didn’t pull Caliburn from the sacred stone much like in the prophecy?!” she inquired in a shock, completely forgetting her usual mask of control and calmness together with the fact, that she was now in a different world, where things could be completely differently. And that obviously included different rulers as well as countries. The girl didn’t even stop to consider for a moment, that the name of the country could simply happen to be the exact same one, as the one that she had once ruled.
The man raised an eyebrow, tightening his grip of the spear, seemingly somewhat alarmed, which was likely caused by the fact, that the woman was seemingly freaking out after hearing the name Camelot.. But for now, he reasoned that he would simply answer questions, to see if the person was simply mistaken. “King Arthur? Camelot is ruled by King Aragorn, and there has never been any ‘King Arthur’. You must be mistaken or delusional, woman. I have never in my life heard of any prophecies, sacred stones, or whatever the thing is, that you mentioned, is. Now fall in line, or I must use force.” the man threatened. Despite wearing only a spear and some plate armour, he reasoned that the woman wasn’t wearing any weaponry, and was fairly new, so if problems arose, he could possibly take her, along with some backup.
Arthuria simply listened in shock, as she tried to comprehend the fact, that Camelot wasn’t ruled by King Arthur anymore. Had her...wish to the grail been fulfilled after all..? That she had never pulled Caliburn, and had never became the King of Britain, and that the sword had just remained there in the stone for all her life, because nobody else had been able to pull it free. That eventually, the people would’ve forgotten the prophecy and simply chosen a king themselves. Biting onto her lip, the girl tried to comprehend it all, as the reality seemed to come crashing down upon her. It didn’t make any sense..! Kiritsugu had forced her to destroy the grail! She hadn’t actually emerged victorious from her duel with the King of Heroes! It just didn’t make any sense, that the grail would’ve filled her wish.. Yet here she was, standing at a gate that apparently led to Camelot, and whom’s king she wasn’t.
But she wasn’t given much time to dwell in such thoughts as the earth began to tremble, and a glow of light emanated from behind the woman’s back. The King of Knights turned around, soon finding that she had to shield her eyes from the light with her gauntlet covered hand. As the ground continued to shake, it seemed that a mountain was rising up in the distance, along with bright shining light. She turned around on her heels once more, asking the man in guard, whom looked approximately as bored still, as he had before. “What is happening, guardsman?”
The man offered no reaction to the shaking earth nor the mountain rising out into the middle of the world, as he simply replied. “Another one of you freaks is coming to populate this place. Now could you leave me be, and go bother someone else with your questions, little Missy.” he finished, throughout his speech his voice becoming more and more annoyed that he wasn’t simply allowed to do his simple job in peace. He was here to guard the gate from intruders, not to answer questions.
Another one of me? Someone like me, coming into this world? the knight thought as she disregarded the guard’s annoyance. She did note, that when she ruled, none in her command had ever acted in such an ungrateful and disrespectful manner. Taking her mount by the reins, she set the ball of her foot, hidden within the one of the greaves she wore onto the stirrup, kicking herself up from the ground and onto her horse once more. Taking a hold of the reins, the King of Knights used them to turn her steed around to the direction where she had just came, kicking her heels into the sides of the mare to spur it into a hasty canter towards the mountain. She would go meet this ‘other one like herself’, and she would find out whom they were.
The return trip to the newly formed mountain was much faster due to the knight forcing her steed towards the highest speeds it could go. Looking up as she sat in the saddle of her steed, she could see some kind of pink-leaved trees she couldn’t recognize at the top of the hill, as well as a path leading upwards. Leaning forth in the saddle, Arthuria reached forward with her hand, to gently pet and caress the neck and head of her diligent, loyal mount. The girl was very much fond of animals, and spent a moment rewarding it for the service it had done to her. “Wait here for me.” she simply whispered to the horse, before sliding off the saddle, landing with a slight clink of her armour.
For now, Saber saw no reason to summon forth her sword, as she didn’t feel any kind of danger looming from the small mountain, nor any kind of hostility. She could always summon it at the moment of need, much like she had done in life. With calm steps the woman began to walk up the path that snaked it’s way through to the top. It had clearly been paved there on purpose though, as it was lit with lanterns as if to guide the way for those whom chose to traverse up to the top. Due to her awareness of the situation, Arthuria progressed cautiously up the hill, paving her way as silently as she could, which slowed her advancement up the hill considerably. In about fifteen minutes the knight approached the top, hearing various thunk and clink sounds from ahead. Based on her combat experience, the female warrior deducted that it was likely somekind of projectile hitting a solid, hard surface, such as rock.
It would seem she would have to arm herself after all, the girl thought as she summoned forth her sword. For a moment, the girl recalled a technique she had used in the past for gaining a tactical advantage, as well as to conceal her identity by hiding the legendary, recognizable blade from sight. She had called it Invisible Air, a sheath of pressurised wind hiding the blade from sight. Sadly, it also dulled the blade considerably for the duration of its use, but that was an acceptable loss. Quietly, the girl muttered the name of her technique, “Invisible... Air…” as she gathered the wind from her surroundings, pulling it to the blade and completely hiding the whole sword from sight, leaving simply a hard to detect mass of swirling wind currencies behind.
It was time. She ran up the small distance to the mountain top with haste, and as she reached it, she slid to a halt, rising her blade and falling to a defensive stance as she looked at some kind of a blonde girl throwing what seemed like..green stones against another stone. As Arthuria inspected the girl closer, she noticed the ears popping up from her head, as well as her long white hair and a strange style of clothing. In a calm voice, she voiced a pair of questions. “Whom are you? Are you hostile?” Naturally, the girl could lie, but for now, Arthuria didn’t have an interest to attack, unless she was given a solid reason to do so.
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