Pendragon It was a name of Royalty, Respect and Most of Pride In the country of North Wales.
Artoria oldest daughter of Urther Pendragon and Mordred Pendragon Granddaughter of Urther they are the only Heirs to the throne Off Camalot.
except that's...
Talking: Grand Beserker Class Y/n Pendragon At your Service Master
Shouting: FATE SEEMS TO HAVE OTHER OPTIONS
Bold: Never expected you to be here
Mind: Dear master use your Mana Wisely don't want another thing happening
Action: *Grabs Acension's Handle*
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General pov
Y/n Age: 56 Artoria: 4
The World Around him didn't feel like it how it used to be Happy smiles, Cheer's Even the Gift's this Was Y/n Tarturus Pendragon Eldest son of the Pendragon Bloodline
The Massive bladed edge of the sword on his Back Shook Gently against his Midnight black armour. Dried Blood Oxidised leaving what reminded him of his war against the People who invaded his home
Y/n pov
Y/n: Where are you Niece!
His dry pants of Air Couldn't handle the fact male walked right into a massacare. One He caused by himself finding his Niece was more important. That was the promise he made to his Own Brother
Y/n: just where are you!?
His ears suddenly caught movement and What sounded like Screams? The Armour creaked loudly as He Began to run and hit Overdrive. his speed Increasing faster and Faster
Y/n: They HAVE MY NIECE!?!
Anger rushed over him as His right hand pulled back and Gripped the Handle of the 7ft 5 sword attached to his back
Y/n: IM COMING TO RESCUE YOU NIECE JUST HOLD ON
He crouched Down and Jumped into the Treeline landing in some branches only for the Cries Of his Niece Grow and grow more closer towards him
???: Let the anger Wash over you Y/n This is your Niece were talking about here I also care about her aswell get more angryyy!!!
