Other Dimension's Knight

Arturia blinked twice in confusion.

" You... you took care of him already? " asked Arturia.

Alexander sensed the shock in her voice, " Yes I did, he was weak and couldn't last long off feeding on human souls. "

Arturia had questions. Matter of fact, she always had questions regarding his identity and their link in his home, but once again she decided not to further question him, as his answer gave no room to discuss. She simply nodded before heading towards yet another narrow and empty street with her hood on, as to hide her appearance. It wasn't night time therefore both attracted a fair amount of looks whenever they walked. A way to hide their faces was mandatory.

As they walked through the crowd who finally realised something was wrong within the building when people that walked in got out screaming because of the corpses, Alexander looked around as if checking something. Arturia wasn't duped, she knew that with his eyes he could see far more than just the immediate surroundings, but she paid no comment aswell. Eventually, a frown made its way to Alexander's face.

Arturia decided not to comment on it, but she was still glancing at Alexander as they walked back home. The white-haired knight seemed focused on a certain direction, even though he walked through the narrow streets with ease, apparently not bothered by the fact that he wasn't looking in front of him.

They eventually reached the Emiya residence in silence, and although Alexander had already stopped looking in the same direction, Arturia could sense that he was still thinking about something important. Excalibur's wielder knew that it had to do with the world threat he mentioned a while ago, but since then he didn't bother giving any extra information.

In the end, the fire of curiosity was burning bright inside of her and even though she stopped asking questions directly over and over, Arturia knew she wouldn't be called King of Knights if she wasn't at least extremely persistent, and she had already sworn to find his identity before the end of the war so that her mind could be in peace after resolving the intriguing and... attractive myste-

No! She couldn't think like this. Although his physical appearance was indeed enticing, in her life she had seen more handsome men before. She wouldn't be sway-

Did she?

Although she couldn't exactly remember anyone more handsome than him, it didn't mean they didn't exist, hopefully. Merlin was the closest, even then he was more beautiful than handsome, and there was a plethora of torture she prefered to be subjected to than to be invested in any sort of relationship with him beyond student and teacher. Although she respected the man for what he did to help her, considering she was quite literally inept to rule before her training with him and that he saved Camelot multiple times from Morgan's schemes, his character was still .... dubious to say the least, and the women involved with him weren't completely sane after they ended their relationsh.i.p.s when he ultimately cheated on them. Nonetheless, her resolve was stronger than this temptation. Shaking those traitorous thoughts away, Arturia tried to concentrate on the matter at hand once again. Namely Alexander's identity.

Meanwhile, the subject of Arturia's thoughts was made aware of her state when he noticed the small bundle of hair standing against gravity on the top of her head dancing in the wind as the King of Knights was adopting a thoughtful expression, with her hand under her chin and focused eyes. Even though there was no wind. The handful of hair swinging left to right made Alexander chuckle, and Arturia was soon removed from her thoughts by him.

Arturia looked into Alexander's eyes fearlessly, even if usually everyone escaped his gaze because of his unusual eyes, servants weren't an exception. Alexander's eyes gave a much stronger feeling than death, it felt like you were about to disappear, even in their sealed state. When looking into the white-haired knight's eyes, it felt like your existence was in his hand, the ultimate vulnerability, but Arturia didn't care. She somehow felt that she could trust him with her whole being, not realizing that her reaction was but an echo of Alexander's version of Arturia.

Alexander returned her gaze and smiled when he realized that the knight clad in blue didn't even flinch away. Both were lost in each other's mirrors but were awaken but a cough, coming from Shirou. The two knights didn't realize they were in front of the Emiya residence already and simply looked away when they realized their situation, even if Arturia sported a light blush.

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The day of Azurinth was the blessed day of the Temple of Jyanisth. Faithless ones, shunned by the entirety of Greece because they rejected the Olympian Gods. Nobody truly knew who or what exactly they believed in, not even themselves. Alas, no one, not even the divines could raise their hands against them. They were the first prophets, they were never wrong.

They were protected.

Many suggested that it was a god that was against Olympus defending them from the death that they deserved, but nobody was ever able to prove such a thing, for the people of Jyanisth were secluded and only appeared a few time, only to proclaim their prophecy and then vanish like the wind.

Azurinth for the people of Jyanisth was the day of the sun when it was the hottest across Greece. Although they did not believe in Apollo, as he was one of the twelve, they held a particular faith towards the sun in itself.

As people were partying within the walls of the city, within the Temple, stood several cloaked figures in a secret large room, a magic circle in the middle of it. Even if there was no window, the room was bright, as prescribed by the Temple. Winter did not exist for the people of Jyanisth.

" Are the preparations ready? " asked the tallest one of the room, with a distinctly masculine voice.

" They are dear, we will finally be blessed by the timeless one! " answered another one, clearly female with a fanatical tone. But the sneer from the tallest earned him a glare from her. " Calm down Lyanna. We have attempted this before even your first summer. It is not guaranteed to work. " interrupted across the room a man with an abnormally large back compared to the rest of his body. Lyanna did not bother answering, she just ignored the both of them while wondering why was she the only true believer within the highest rank of the Temple.

" My dear Zenith, let's start the ritual " continued the large man, now looking towards the nude women in the middle of the room. She was exceptionally beautiful, with curly blond hair that reached her feet, a curvaceous body that was only seen on the women blessed by the gods. Her body was marked by the various white tribal marks. They seemed to be tattoos but if one looked close enough, they would see that those things were slowly flowing across her body.

Zenith was the title of the strongest seer in the Temple, although the women in the middle looked about 20-year-old, she was, in reality, more than 400 years old, having held the title for the majority of her life. Besides, no one in that room was actually younger than her.

The magic circle on the ground was lit, fire blazed from it but Zenith seemed unfazed. The marks on her body started to wriggle and shone, blinding most people in the room.

When the light receded, Zenith was unmoving, as if by struck by lightning. A fire of insanity and fanatical faith went through Lyanna's eyes, but before she could rejoice, she was stopped by the tallest man.

After a while, Zenith started to shake, she seemed cold, which was impossible in this city. Her lips parted, but instead of the words of blessing that everyone waited for, only blood flowed out of it.

" Zenith! " screamed the one with the unnaturally wide back as he reached for her, but he stopped dead in his track when a vile and deep voice came out of Zenith's vocal cords.

" THE SKY UNFOLDED BY STEEL AS ICHOR TAINTED THE PRISTINE BLUE.

ONCE SLAIN, TWICE BORN.

THE HOLLOW LAUGH OF THE HORNED KING IN GREEN RESONATED AT THE FALL OF THE ELEVENTH.

ONLY WITH WHITE WOULD THE RED NO LONGER SPREAD, ONLY WITH WHITE COULD WE REACH UTOPIA.

BECAUSE RED WAS NOT THE DREAM, IT WAS THE WAKING.

THE WARLOCK OF NAGARATH AND THE SWORD SAINT, UNDER THE SAME BANNER.

AS IS THE WILL OF N- "

Zenith could not continue, she dropped to the ground, her body no longer fueled by the fire of life. Everyone in the room didn't know what to do, or what to say. This wasn't what they understood when they thought about a blessing. But they didn't have time to react, the alarms rang across the city. An attack.

The prophecy, the one that would shape the world, would be left in the annals of time, forever lost.

Because someone knocked on the door of Jyanisth.

Red.