Fate/Lost Moonlight

War Entry 12: London Night Flight

In the quiet countryside of Britain, a gust of wind swept through the lush green fields, signaling the arrival of two foreign entities: Morelo Vascuit, a young magus dressed in a luxurious dark green suit and coat that didn't quite fit him, and his Servant, the Ancient God Dyeus Phter, clad in a white robe with gold highlights and blue undercloth.

As they arrived at their starting coordinates, Morelo piggybacked on Dyeus Phter, utilizing the Ancient God's weather manipulation capabilities to fly straight to London.

"Master, are you certain of our destination?" Dyeus Phter's deep voice echoed through the air, his golden eyes peering down at the land below.

"Yes," Morelo replied, his voice wavering slightly as they soared through the sky. "We're to rendezvous with my fellow Blue Faction Master, Owain, in London. We have communication items to assist us with meeting up, and we'll be entering the Clock Tower together to initiate the next stage of our plans once we do."

The young Magus felt a mix of excitement and dread; he had never imagined he would be working alongside such an ancient and powerful being. Moreover, he never considered they'd be so lucky as to land in Britain during an era where the Clocktower was established. This was a golden opportunity for all of them, and he was certain his fellow high class Magus would say as much were he there with Morelo and Ancient God.

As they neared London, Dyeus Phter couldn't help but feel intrigued by his Master. Morelo's fear was palpable, his nervousness making his whole body shiver, but so too was his determination, his excitement. This was a young man who would do anything to achieve his goals, possessed of an admirable drive and conviction, one that made him fit to command a God.

Dyeus Phter approved. Though, time would tell if his faith in his somewhat bumbling Master was well put or misplaced.

Their journey continued, with Dyeus Phter summoning clouds to shield them from the eyes of ordinary humans. As they approached the city, the Ancient God couldn't help but marvel at the changes that had occurred over the millennia.

"Morelo, what a curious world you live in," he mused, his voice deep and resonant.

"I suppose," Morelo replied, his eyes scanning the city below. "But it's a world that's still filled with suffering, despite all our advances. That's why we must succeed in this war. So we can defy that status quo for the sake of those we love."

A storm began to brew, lightning crackling in the distance as Dyeus Phter nodded.

"I understand, Master. Together, we shall achieve victory in this Holy Grail War and fulfill our wishes."

As they neared their meeting point, Morelo couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. With Dyeus Phter by his side, perhaps he truly had a chance to change his family's fate. But first, he would have to confront the challenges that lay ahead and prove himself worthy of the power he now commanded.

As they descended upon London, the wind howled, and the storm raged on, heralding the arrival of a new Master and Servant pair in the False Moon-Cell Holy Grail War.