Metal-to-metal beats were heard around him.
left, defend, and counter-attack.
The intense smell of iron hung in the air.
Dodge, defend, kick, and strike.
The cries and moans of the fallen, both allies and enemies, afflicted my soul.
Defense, dodge left, redirect the blade and attack the opening.
The sacred blade weighed in my hand recognizing that it was not its handler, the handle was wider, its blade was longer and wider, something like that would only be an issue for me, but....
she agreed with the job next to me.
Dodge, defend, defend, deflect, and counter-attack.
I was not surprised when I discovered that the enchanted swords had a small degree of sapience.
Dodge, Strike.
It was to be expected that of a weapon created by Faes.
"Arthuuuuu!"
My internal monologue is interrupted abruptly, when I raise my sword I defend myself from the attack launched by a red and silver missile.
Clap.
The strength of the blow that would have brought me to my knees before now was nothing more than a small cut, I thank you internally for the Merlin classes and the Lancelot training, but still for myself if it weren't for my stubbornness and my constant requests for his teachings have no strength to protect my beloved.
"Modred" I answer inside the helmet, my voice came out hoarse and in the same deep tone, from my beloved, thanks to the sound illusion.
This is magic for you.
"Recognize father, recognize me as your son, recognize me as your heir!" Screams the boy.
Its swings were wild and powerful, its attacks were intense, never leaving an opening.
I was on the defensive, a little more and would be discovered, that's what happens if everything I did, all the sacrifice would be in vain.
No, I can't let that happen, the Battle of Camlann was inevitable, no matter what one tries, the only way my beloved survived was if someone took his place, it doesn't matter my apologies, right there in I knew this result.
That's why as your queen, I took your place.
With tears, I looked into the maddened eyes of the child who was yet another victim of the witch's plans, of the boy that my heart considered as a son.
The boy who wanted nothing more than the love of his parents.
With a hardened heart, I make my decision.
Moving my sword aside, breaking the facade I took on, I leave a small opening on my right side.
A suicidal move to use during a battle, any experienced warrior instinctively would take advantage of that opening.
It Mordred perfectly met those requirements.
Splash
His sword went through my chest, completely ignoring the armor I wore.
His body freezes in shock, leaving him vulnerable and giving the opening he needed.
Excalibur shone slightly giving me the strength I needed to carry out the intended action.
Splash.
The sword of the distant future pierced his heart, the strength of this movement breaks the helmet of the knight of the tuition, leaving his face to be seen.
A face that was so similar to my beloved's, but also so different.
His blond hair was disheveled, his emerald green eyes stared at mine through my lunch, with a spark of desperation and delight.
I pull into my arms without hesitation.
His weight, as well as that of his armor plus the armor he wore, ends up putting us on our knees.
The spell that covered me dissipates, the armor that used to fit my body perfectly was now loose and wide.
A surprised sigh came from his lips.
Leaning his helmet on his shoulder, pulling his head to lean against mine, his body curves a little.
"Forgive me". I sob "Forgive me, my little dragon".
"w-why?" he asks me in a whisper.
"Because your father loved you so much, as I loved you, but we couldn't let Morgana take over the kingdom, she would destroy everything, so we couldn't take it over". I murmur regretfully in his ear.
"Lo-ve?"
As if it were my own flesh, but I couldn't let Arthur fight you, it would destroy you" Me, ignoring the blood that drips from my lips "Forgive me... Mordred"
His arms tighten around me as a last effort.
"I ... lost ... you ... mom". he said on his last breath.
His body softens like a puppet whose strings have been cut to the side.
My eyes briefly look at the carnage around me.
The floor was painted red with spilled blood, my eyes moved searching among the bodies of the knights, those who swore to serve and follow my beloved.
"My king!" the familiar voice screams.
I hear the sound of hurried steps, coming to my left, fear, and a battle of relief so that moving the helmet in that direction I see familiar armor.
At that moment the adrenaline that kept me upright decreases, my body leans precariously, but before I fall on my face I am caught by two familiar arms, which support me easily.
"Who are you?" asks Sir Bedivere with a touch of coldness in his voice when he perceives the smaller figure in his arms who wore his king's armor.
His hands move quickly to the helmet, removing it quickly, to reveal the fake one.
"My Lady ?!" he exclaims surprised, horrified, and shocked by the figure he holds in his arms.
His face was smeared with dirt and sweat by many men, his beautiful blue eyes were swollen and reddened by the tears he shed, his red hair was stuck in a messy bun, his little lips were quickly blue and his skin was extremely skin.
"The others?" I ask in a whisper to Airgetlám's Shining knight, completely ignoring the loss of sensation in my legs.
They were more important.
"H-hurt but safe my lady". said the stunned knight.
"I'm happy," I say, relieved.
"Where's the king?" He asks.
"In Camelot". I answer
"This whole time was you, you took your place from the king". says the same instantly realize what I did.
I smile at him, not being surprised by the discovery.
" Why?". he asks in a saddened tone.
"He would not return." I reply, moving my trembling hand to my neck, holding the pendant on my necklace, it was a small topaz stone in the shape of a tear. "Sir Bedivere, I ask you to return your sword."
"No, my lady, I refuse to leave your side, hold on a little longer, my prana can help you and reload the sheath .."
"GUINEVERE!" cries the desperate voice of my beloved.
'No' I think desperate 'he should be Camelot'!
The familiar face of my beloved appears in my field of vision, his beautiful features were distorted in horror and despair.
"Art ... I thought I left you ... in Camelot". I say, feeling the cold rise in my arms.
"But I am here" I reply sobbing hugging "I am here ... when you should have stayed there as it was due".
"I was never one to follow what was expected," I say.
His voice was getting muffled, so he could no longer hear him.
"I know". he said, "is one of the things I loved you the most, wait a minute my love, Merlin will be here soon".
"Remember ..." he said ignoring the last sentence, "remember ... what I said to you in the Jardins ..... on our first date?"
* snorts * "How could you not .... it was apart from that I knew how intelligent and charming you were, how you had a beautiful voice".
"Sing ... sing for me ... Please". I ask with difficulty, it was increasingly difficult to maintain awareness.
It took a moment before I heard it again.
"Hey, Jude ..."
Sings with a choked voice
"Don't make it bad ..."
Tears were streaming down his face...
"Take a sad song ..."
Raised one of my hands ...
"and make it better ...."
Give a tender kiss, before caressing her with your cheek ...
"Remember to let her .."
A few drops of water splash on my face ...
"into your heart ...."
His voice was distant.
My vision died out, his beautiful face was the last thing I saw.
Soon the darkness surrounds me.
Then the light.
Thousands of information and knowledge are recorded in my mind.
Some that I already knew, others that were lost, and others that I haven't even heard of.
My eyes open, for the first time since I was reborn I found myself again in the modern era.
It is and I see that I was in a Warehouse, in front of my master.
Sigh.
There, lying on the floor, was a red-haired boy that I knew a long time ago, his eyes were wide and shocked by my sudden appearance.
Hello shirou ...
My lips part and I ask the infamous question of the suicidal nob.
"I ask : You my master ? "
"Eh?"
problematic.