Fate/Lost Horizon [ Dogs of War]. Volume 1

Chapter One

[ Chapter One ]

"King Uther is hiding the one that will become his heir. He will become King of the next generation."

"The incarnation of the Red Dragon. The new king will bring many knights together to a round table and together they will vanquish the White Dragon."

"The new king lives. It shall be known soon."

A prophecy that was prophesied by the great mage Merlin. A woman of mysterious wonder,and masterful sorcery. She was the one who brought the message to their ears, a little over a decade ago. It was a prophecy that filled the people of Britain with hope. Hope that a king, one that was perfect in all their ways, a perfect king that would unite the land. Establishing a united kingdom. They believed that the heir of Uther would drive back the Saxons, and any and all threats that came to their land. The people, even the lords of the land had created the image of a perfect king in their heads. How foolish they were, to place such a weight on one person. A king absent of loss, only knowing victory, what rubbish. Yet, this foolish and even selfish desire was what kept the land in a high morale, despite the dark age that encapsulated them.

But is it not human nature to want something quick and easy, the simple solution always seems so desirable to us when faced with a problem? Becoming so entitled to such a solution, we bark at it like it is a dog who failed to perform its trick to our unreasonable standards. Naive are we? No, the people were selfish, to place such desires on a child who was faced with a fate, expectation before they were even born. They are so quick to want perfection, yet so tunnel visioned to see the consequences of their very choices.

Yet, what fool would select their heir, very child to have such a thing placed on them? And, what child would be selfless enough, some might believe stupid enough to accept it. To walk with such a weight, and meet the overbearing wishes of the people they choose to deliver. To know they would be hated by the end of it. Knowing that even with all their attempts, the very country they swore to serve, would eventually collapse. To waste the best years of one's life on a pointless effort. Why subject oneself to that? And why, why do it with such a smile.

Even before grasping Caliburn's hilt, the child was inhuman.

The news of the "Sword of Selection", Caliburn being pulled spread as quickly as it was announced. The prophecy that was once thought false on its day of fulfillment was proven true to the people. It had only been a week since the event that would soon change their lives, even so, the people were quick to begin voicing their thoughts. A majority being optimistic, as their supposed savior had arrived. Many began wondering what the heir of Uther looked like. Some were quick to create works of art to express their visions of the king who was to unite the britains. The families who still held loyalty towards Uther even in his passing began their wait for the arrival of his heir who they expected to meet soon. Even when bickering among each other, the royal families could still find common ground, though it was rather difficult to get them to agree to certain subjects. The king of Britain would have his work cut out for him if he wished to unite the bickering lords under one banner.

Vortigern who was quick to learn of the arrival of his fated enemy, the incarnation of the "White Dragon", sent words to his generals. The leaders of the Saxons began to take a far more aggressive stance towards their conquering of the British isles, along with beginning the search of the supposed heir.

"So, tell me, King? What's the current goal of our little party? I doubt you'll be able to gather followers by traversing woods." Y/n questioned, voicing his thoughts aloud.

Looking forward and not towards the young leader beside him, Y/n scanned the forest they walked through. They were on a narrow path that put them in the middle, in between the large trees that were made up of thick wood and leaves that casted a shade over the party. Their source of light is the morning sun. The earth floor was made up of dull gray dirt that made contact with their shoes. His eyes glossed around the forest, trying to find something of note that could satisfy his ever growing curiosity as he waited for an answer.