"Waaaaah!"
The scream of sadness, regret and despair. A woman was cradling a man who lost his life in a war. Once a peasant who became her knight.
She regretted not stopping him from going against Vortigern who was aided by unknown beings. She thought he could handle it, placing trust in him, not knowing that Vortigern brother of her father was born to make Britain go in ruins. And he really found means to try to do so.
His existence was set in stone, rallying barberies, clans who oppose her ruling, other kingdoms like Rome. Along with the Saxon's and many more. Also beings unknown to them, hideous creatures that didn't belong in this world, that somehow listened to his command.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no"
Like a broken recorder someone resting their head on the man's abs. Letting streams of tears down her face, as she only felt despair of the man's death. Her blonde hair similar to the one who cradled him in her arms. They were sisters, once enemies now their relationship rekindled because of the man within their grasp.
Who was dead, both of them lost their most important piece of their life.
"I should've stopped him, I should've stopped him....it's all my fault, my fault"
Muttering in a broken voice, the blonde beauty woman was regretting every decision she made.
"Sister....."
The other blonde sister looked at Morgan, her own tears showed.
"I'm sorry Artoria...."
"I-It's not your fault Sister, we...."
*BOOOOM*
A war was breaking out, Britain and Camelot united along with allies from their surroundings. Artoria saw this,, she was the King or so to say the Queen of the kingdom. She ruled that and left Morgan to rule all over Britain.
As their long disputed reign for kingship didn't end in a bloodbath. Dragons, alien hideous creatures fought each other. Magic was casted all around, death of soldiers increased.
A huge flying monster who was going towards them was cut down by a dragon. If one had the vision to see long distance. They would see a girl with blonde hair striking similar to the woman cradling the man on the ground.
As she had jumped to a flying creatures back and attacking it's back. Cutting it's wings, as she quickly went back to the dragon she was on. A raining barrage of attacks where going towards their way.
The dragon roared as it then turned towards them, shooting a dragon beam with immense power behind it. Killing all in the air, as many as the dragon could see.
In another direction, a breathtaking pink hair woman was battling on the ground. She had a bow in hand, as she shot arrows brimming with power. Each pierced a monster, as well as soldiers. She looked out of this word standing still while attacking.
*Fwooosh*
She shot an arrow only for it be caught by a slightly stronger monster. Who roared, only for the pink hair beauty to shoot another one that which turned into five arrows. Moving as they please, which pierced through the monsters body multiple times.
Causing it to fall, as she then sensed someone from above. A monster with wings, the woman who was wearing heels in the battlefield, changed shape. Her heels became blades, as she kicked upwards slicing the monster in half.
"Disgusting"
She sneered with absolute disgust, as their blood was soaking her heels.
Another direction, a tall blonde hair woman roared, she sliced her enemies apart. She was like beast a person who was created to fight. Soldiers ran, some tried to defend themselves. Only for them to be sliced into pieces.
Magic blasts where shot towards her, as they landed.
*BOOOM*
Huge dust was created by the impact of the attack, only for it to not affect her.
"I'm father's and Mother's sword, I will not let any of you take over our home!"
She quickly ran towards them, in matter of seconds she appeared towards the mages. They were terrified at her speed. None of them could withstand her blow, they all were killed by her sword forged and created by her parents.
Huge towering monsters with tails, were surrounding the tall woman. Even though she was tall being 6,4. The monsters were 8,4 but that didn't make her fear them. She gripped her sword in one hand. Grabbed a monsters face as she jumped at it. Ripping it off it's shoulders and quickly cutting those monsters in half.
Another fight was taking place, a massive tall armored being was fighting off monsters with ease. Her giant sword was a terrifying thing to witness it's speed to kill off any enemy.
"Gareth focus!"
Making the tomboy girl to snap out of her trance, as the voice that took her out her trance belonged to a female. Which came from the giant armored being, Gareth pierced multiple enemies with her giant lance. Blocking another attack with her shield then slamming the monster with it on the ground, following it up with a lance attack.
"Britomart, Papa!"
Calling out the name of the person inside the armor, she quickly turned around and froze, her expression unseen. But she felt her color drained from her face.
They were closest to them, so they saw this and thought of the worst. Gareth gritted her teeth.
But it didn't take long for all of them to see not to far from them when they got close. Varying with expression, all of them were filled with rage, killing all monsters and humans.
*BOOOM*
Destruction was everywhere caused by the girls. Also the soldiers from their side who fought fiercely. Defending their home from being consumed by absolute obliteration.
Blood was spilled everywhere, the cries of the soldiers who fought for their families and for the kingdom.
It still raged on, but the number on the enemies side dwindled. Everyone related to the man were now closing in. The dragon begun to transform into a small girl.
"Father/Papa/Daddy!"
"N-No, No, No, No....."
"My king!"
"No! My lord!"
Every girl surrounded both the women who still were crying. As the woman named Artoria explained making all the girls break down. Some tried to hold their tears.
"Mother! No! There must be a way to save father!"
"Mordred...."
Her sister Gareth looked at her, and looked at their mother the Queen of Britain for hope. She bit her lip hard as they bled, her brows trembled. She wished she had an answer. Both daughters of her's, whom she gave birth to, daughters belonging to the man in her arms.
"Lady Morgan, can we save Lord Vern!? Tell me what to do and I'll do it!"
"Me too my Queen! I want to save my King!"
Morgan the Queen of Britain hands trembled. She despised herself, everyone wanted an answer.
"Me too Mother! I'll bring whatever is necessary to save Daddy!"
The pink hair beauty spoke with tears running down her cheek. She tried to show her calm, haughty self. But she was showing her weak side, the side she only showed to her closed one's.
Everyone chirped, and Morgan could only weakly mutter an answer they felt that made all of them feel devestating.
"I-I don't know...."
Everyone heard it, Artoria hands bled as her tails dug deep into her palms.
"We'll find a way!"
Artoria exclaimed, as she had a fire in her eyes. Making all of them even Morgan wonder what she had in mind. As even Morgan, being a witch that dabbles in the most powerful magecraft wanted to also come up with a solution.
"Lets end this war and find a way to bring him back"
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Could've wrote this chapter better but my imagination still needs development.