Throne & DxD

Chapter 2: Storming the Castle, Lord Camelot

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Kio's mind swirled with a kaleidoscope of images and emotions as he witness the Battle of Camlann. The clash of swords, the cries of warriors, and the weight of destiny bore down on his consciousness. Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, he witnessed the valiant figure of Artoria Pendragon, the glorious King of Knights, facing off against her own estranged daughter, Mordred, the traitorous knight of rebellion. Kio starts sprinting towards them, "Stop!" Kio yelled, his voice filled with desperation and sorrow. "You're family! This is not what you both want!"

But before his words could reach Artoria and Mordred, a sudden shift occurred. Kio found himself in Mordred's position, holding Rhongomyniad tightly in his hands. His heart raced, his breathing quickened, and the weight of the spear felt heavy in his grasp and his mind was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. As he looked into Artoria's pained eyes and heard groaning, Kio's entire being trembled down to his very soul. The sight before him was unbearable, and the realization of what he has done broke him.

He watched in disbelief as Artoria, now standing before him, coughed blood and yelling "Why?" repeatedly. Tears streamed down Kio's face as he struggled with the weight of his hallucination, a guilt threatening to consume him. He wanted to turn back time, to undo the tragedy that had unfolded before him.

In that moment of despair, Kio's anguish reached its peak. The dream world shattered, and the image of Artoria dissolves into mud, leaving him standing alone in a desolate void. The echoes of her pained cries lingered in his ears, a constant reminder of the consequences of his actions.

Gasping for breath, Kio woke up, his body drenched in sweat. The nightmare had ended, but the weight of the experience remained heavy on his heart. As Kio's racing heart gradually calmed down, he took a few deep breaths to steady himself. The nightmare had left him shaken, and he couldn't help but question the significance of the disturbing vision he had just experienced.

Lost in thought, Kio's attention was drawn to Boudica approaching him, a worried expression etched on her face. She held a cup of tea, her caring nature evident in her gestures. Concerned for his well-being, she gently offered him the warm beverage.

"Kio, are you alright?" Boudica asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. "Is everything okay?"

Kio nodded, accepting the cup of tea. The comforting aroma wafted through the air, momentarily soothing his troubled mind. He took a sip, savoring the familiar warmth that began to settle his nerves.

"I... I had a nightmare," Kio finally spoke, his voice still laced with the remnants of unease. "It was about Lady Artoria, I killed her." Boudica's eyes widened, as she listened attentively. Boudica's expression softened, her hand reaching out to gently grasp Kio's body. She understood the weight of guilt and the turmoil it could create within.

"Dreams can sometimes be windows into our deepest fears and conflicts," Boudica spoke softly, her voice carrying a comforting tone. "But remember, Kio, dreams are not always a reflection of reality. They are a canvas where our subconscious tries to make sense of our emotions."

"I understand, thank you Lady Boudica." Sipped his tea, letting its warmth seep into his soul. "Um... is Beni-Enma and Tamamo-Cat not with you? He asked. "They left to the other side to gather supplies. They be back later. She answered.

"I see, I am going to take a walk. Thanks for the tea, Lady Boudica."

After drinking his tea, Kio wiped away the sweat from his body, still shaken by the haunting nightmare he had just experienced. Determined to clear his mind, he made his way outside, feeling the cool breeze brush against his face as he walked. Unbeknownst to him, Leonardo appeared on a holographic screen, ever watchful and concerned, monitoring his physical and mental health from her observation screen. As she analyzed the data, a furrow formed on her brow, worry etching itself onto her features.