The soft caress of the wind on her face made her open her eyes.
Her blurred vision looked blankly at the clear sky above her, barely tainted by the white clouds that crossed the skies in all serenity, and she wondered in silence where she was.
Her body was lying on the stone slab and covered with heavy objects that she thought were her armor. But when she took the trouble to look down and observe, she saw that she was dressed in a royal ceremonial outfit, meant to be worn at the death of a king, as well as many jewels that she had never worn in her lifetime, but which she recognized as her own.
Arturia straightened up painfully, bearing the weight of the cloak on her shoulders and her body slightly sore from lying on the stone. Her eyes looked around and she didn't recognize any of the elements that decorated this shrine.
Where was she?
Where was Mordred lying at her feet? Where were her fallen soldiers? Where was Camlann?
Disbelief invaded her heart, slowly letting her body slide to the ground. There was nothing here that explained why she was here, but she felt like she recognized this place, as if it were her final resting place... where her body was to rest for eternity.
Avalon ?
But she was filled with uncertainty... because the slight touch of magic in the air indicated to her a dome, a piece, a small place among others. It was not Avalon, but a reflection of it.
Without a doubt.
She tried to remember what had happened before she opened her eyes, but only an intense golden light came back to her mind. Something that she had caused herself... but that had ended a whole journey from another place... to another world.
Where was she?
Her attention turned to a stone archway, noticing that the decor inside was different, like a door to a new place.
Cautiously, having to support all the heavy clothes on her back, she stepped out of the arch and looked over the other side to observe a huge landscape made of prairie, mountain, lake, desert and more. A surreal landscape composed of all types of climates and plateaus that mixed and harmonized with each other.
The sky was also more than strange, perfectly blue and a huge halo replacing the sun and overflowing with clouds. What was it? Where was she?
A hint of an answer came to her mind, but it was too unlikely to be real. The king of knights was quite aware that she had not yet lost her life and it was impossible for her to be here, she thought.
Yet, when she heard a loud, booming voice, exclaiming in her direction to call her... she easily recognized the tall, massive, red-haired man who was waving to invite her to join him and his companion at the table.
As if the structure of the place had adapted to them, a space several meters away was formed to easily accommodate a table furnished with wine and food, comfortable chairs and decorations worthy of the king of Macedonia and Mesopotamia.
A buffet worthy of kings.
But when her green eyes met the red-eyed one... the clear memory of their last exchange came back to her mind, like a torrent trying to drown her by the lust this man had for her.
So, they had both lost?
And now they were here, having to stand next to each other until duty calls again...
To the Throne of Heroes.
