arrival and battle

it was a dark day in the dracthae kingdom... it was pouring down with rain... and a large thunderstorm was erupting in the sky....

*BANG BANG BANG*

it was even worse in the palace, that had been turned into shambles, due to the spar between father and son... Lucifer, Acnologia respectively...

as the palace was still under repair.... parts of the palace were becoming flooded further increasing the damage of palace, that it has sustained...

a certein someone was crying on his throne... "my home, my palace, the crown jewel of my kingdom! im cursed! cursed i say!"

his wife, who was once a crowned beuaty, was sitting at his side, and was patting his back as he cried in her arms... she had a moot look, as if she was sick of the man... but still, she married the guy, till death till we part... at least that was what was going through her mind was...

'he cries to much!'

'he even cries during ***'

'what kind of man is this?! a ****?!'

she looked upon the cutlery on the table and considered stabbing him with a butter knife, just to see if he would man up, and defend himself...

(FYI, the king and the queen are mob characters, i may give a proper description of them at some point they look like irene but just for future reference, they are middle aged... while the mother does look like a hot milf ya know, like the future irene >.>)

as she was pondering this, and was consoling her husband....

two figures appeared in the throne room...

they had Dark blond hair, one with dark piercing amber eyes, the other with blue, with her hair tied up.... both of them clad in knightly armor...

they were Artoria and Uriel respectively... their mounts had vanished into mist...

as they entered the place...

"where are they?"

the crying man when he saw them, began to cry even harder... *WAAAH WAHH!*

Artoria sighed, while uriel scrunched her eye brows together... they both had the same thought...

'oh its that useless guy'

they began to walk out of the throne room, as if they saw nothing... while the wife, finally got fed up enough to enact her thoughts...

*KYAAAA!* a man women scream could be heard soon after they left the throne room...

....

they began to explore the ruined palace, looking for their desired individuals...

"sister, who are we looking for?"

deining not to discuss what they just saw, they continued on and looked around, while talking...

"my magic, is Fate magic, a lost magic, surly you already know of this sister."

she nodded... but still she didnt know how that magic worked...

in fact, neither did, uriel... it simply told her things, things that people ordinarily wouldnt know... sometimes it was through instinct, or empowered versions of choice... as if a premonition would be if you knew what would happen you thought about eating a cake, whether you would get sick from it or not.

it was both a weak and a powerful magic.

as such in combat, it made her a nigh undefeatable tank. she needed someone who could break the binds of fate or overpower her... and the number of people that could do that?

she hadnt met one yet. goes to say how powerful 'fate magic' is.

while Artoria was a martial, magic user... her speed, and power were unmatched... and she would only marry someone who could beat her in combat... she hadnt met one yet either...

so...

here they are...

this was when they finally laid eyes on a certein couple of individuals... silently eating food in an undamaged guest room...

"hes the one..." her eyes laid on a grey haired individual that cascaded down his back....

she used her magic and summoned her lance, as she exuded a monstrous amount of magical energy... causing spider webbed cracks to form around her...

while artoria eyed the 18 year old boy, with sharp amber eyes, and she recognized the sword at sitting next to him...

'EXCALIBUR?!'

'surely... surely hes the one for me!'

she summoned her blade [ BALMUNG! ]

she slashed with abandon... and let loose a massive projection of blue energy... instantly the duo dispersed to fight their desired target, for entirely selfish reasons.