Fate/Lost Moonlight

War Entry 6: High-Spirits Horseride

In a dazzling spectacle of light, Pedro Manuel Garza and his Rider class Servant, Bernal Díaz del Castillo, materialized in the quaint countryside of Britain. The date was August 31st, 1939 - a moment in history that would be forever etched in their minds. They had been sent back in time to a digital creation of Britain as it was on the eve of WW2 to participate in the 'False Moon-Cell Holy Grail War', a battle that would test the limits of their abilities and their bonds.

As the bright light faded, the pair found themselves in a small grove, surrounded by lush greenery. The air was filled with the scent of damp earth and the faint sound of birdsong. Pedro glanced at his surroundings, his brown eyes filled with determination.

"We have arrived, Bernal," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. The other pillars of light that marked the arrival of friends and foes alike skewering the blackness of the night sky. "We must be careful from here on out. We are not the only ones who've landed around this area."

Bernal nodded solemnly, his conquistador armor glinting in the Moonlight.

"Agreed, Master. We must remain vigilant and cautious. Our priority should be to avoid conflict and establish communication with our allies."

Just as they were about to move, Pedro's senses picked up something peculiar. He could see that two of those same pillars were remarkably close by, and considering the odds, at least one of them was bound to be an enemy. Likely both of them. His heart raced as he realized the precariousness of their situation.

"Bernal, we are not alone," Pedro whispered urgently. "There are two other Servants in our vicinity. We must retreat and report this to our allies."

Bernal's eyes narrowed, his battle-hardened instincts kicking in.

"Understood, Master. We shall make haste and avoid confrontation at all costs."

Bernal whistled, and in a flash, a splendid stallion manifested before the two. It possessed a supernatural bearing, eyes glowing a solid blue, with red lines of light covering its bare body, wherever it wasn't clad in horse armor reminiscent of Rider's own.

"Ah, El Caballo Padre, it will be good to feel the thundering of your hooves beneath me one more."

Wasting no time, Bernal quickly saddled up onto his faithful steed, outstretching a hand to his Master, who he yanked up and had sit behind him."

"Hold on tightly Master, and keep your mouth shut and teeth grit, unless you want to lose your tongue that is."

The bemused chuckle he let out did nothing to relieve the simmering tension of that thought, nor did the gut wrenching speed of Bernal's steed once it went into a full gallop.

As they moved through the English countryside at a rapid pace, Pedro couldn't help but marvel at his Servant. Bernal was a seasoned warrior with a wealth of experience, while Pedro was just a young Mage with a talent for creating and modifying bounded fields. Even so, he knew that together, they were a formidable team, and the thought of facing the trials of the Holy Grail War with Bernal by his side filled Pedro with a sense of hope.

With such a capable Servant at his beck and call, Pedro Manuel Garza knew he could not lose.

They made good time and good pace, getting far and away from their potential enemies thanks to the swiftness of Bernal's trusty steed. Enough that they could relax, and indulge in some light conversation as they breezed through the English countryside.

"I'm sure you must be thinking 'where are we going Bernal?' isn't that right Master! Well, the truth is, my Noble Phantasm gave me more than a little insight on a certain Servant we happen to call our comrade. From what I could gather, he seems the type to be right at home in this land, probably making a little nest for himself as we speak."

"And?" Pedro questioned, instantly regretting opening his mouth for even that short span of time as he nearly bit his tongue.

"I've been taking notes of the terrain, circling around the area. I wanted to see if there would be any good hiding spots for us... then I noticed some telltale signs. Our mutual friend's handiwork."

El Caballo Padre slowed down as they approached a forest, wild and beautiful and ominous as only the nature of the past could be.

It seemed pristine, untouched, almost unnaturally so.

"We've been riding around for hours Bernal. Please tell me this is the place?"

Bernal whistled, and right on cue, a familiar orange haired Servant in green appeared right out of thin air.

"You're pretty clever, aren't you?" their mysterious ally asked.

"I wouldn't have gotten far as a Conquistador if I weren't, Senor. I've done my fair share of scouting, tracking and such under Hernán Cortés de Monroy y Pizarro Altamirano, 1st Marquess of the Valley of Oaxaca and the man I called commander."

"I'm sure you did a lot more than that. Especially if you could figure out where we were so quickly."

"Well... I'm sure it would be no surprise to you to know that the Aztecs had their fair share of miracle wielding warriors who could become one with their jungle home... Ahem... so, if I may ask, where is the Señorita?"

"Back at camp. I'll lead you there."

Without another word, the Servant began walking into the forest, Pedro and Bernal following closely behind.