DxD:My Body is Made of Blades

DxD:My Body is Made of Blades #17: Pendragon Interlude

(Figured I should give an Artoria interlude now so here it is)

"𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞... 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦."

- 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐫

Artoria POV

I've been having these weird thoughts lately....like is any of this real?

My gaze is connected to a pair that were a beautiful golden color much like the burning sun and hair crimson as the blood in my veins "I'll never stop looking for you...Sa҉b҉e҉r҉ " he said with tears running down his cheeks his hand stopping the dark king from attempting to remove the mysterious purple jagged dagger that had impaled her chest.

She desperately tries to remove it, but the crying boy grasped her hand into his other hand comfortingly while preventing her from removing the strange dagger "I l҉o҉v҉e҉ ҉y҉o҉u҉ " he said squeezing her gauntleted hand with as much comfort as he possibly could.

A sudden cold feeling engulfs my body yet now I find myself smiling something wet crawls down my cheeks as I give a smile of both pain and relief "I-I am sorry Sh҉i҉r҉o҉u҉ ...I love you to with all that I can give," for some reason I can't hear what it was that the now dying dark king was saying.

It's like a scattered dream a far-off memory that constantly eludes my grasp.

A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream I thought kneeling down waiting a top this hill of endless grass...waiting for someone who could it be? I am not too sure of it myself but something inside me or rather I should say my heart is telling me that I needed to wait here, for the man I loved.

I see the man going through countless battlefields with nothing but his blades he tried to achieve his ideals as he had always sought out to do yet he was never satisfied.

Again, again, and again the man saved as many people as he could men, women, and children they had cheered for him, praised him, admired him, and more importantly smiled for him yet none of that seemed to reach his heart of steel.

He continued like this even up and till his death where he was falsely executed for a crime he did not commit.

She could see him now once again long silver hair that used be crimson colored, steel empty gray eyes that once burned like the sun, and a dark tan look that used to be a normal healthy white color. He stares at the ground as they cursed and threw at him in response he could only smile to their hatred.

Slowly he fell yet his smile never left if anything it seemed to shine brighter than any blade she had ever seen.

I want to line up the pieces both yours's and mine.

"𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝...

I can distantly see him guarding something on top of his hill of swords. The wind that blows around the land was heavy much more than any other kind of hale of wind almost like it was launching steel at me trying to bury me in his world.

S𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭...

His body has always been fighting an eternal sword that fought to in pursuit of his King the other half of him the one that could cause his heart of fragile glass to shatter.

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦...

Weapons of all kinds and sizes lay impaled all over his world of beautiful grass, hills, and galaxy covered skies.

Each weapon be they nameless or not had a purpose to fight...no rather assist in reaching her his beautiful utopia the one that would wait for him forever even in death.

U𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

He had suffered and lost so much but when confronted once more by his corrupted ideal self he had been reforged.

He found that none of his former ideals meant anything to him as it once had.

Being a hero of justice for the mass had never truly made him happy or made him content as his beloved King could.

W𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬...

Still the pain of losing everyone close to him burdened him even as he forced himself to walk forward and continue to fight.

T𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬...

On top of his hill, he is alone creating weapons forevermore until he finds her once more no matter how long it takes

B𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭...

He was granted another life to continue his pursuit.

The sheath would find it's sword so that they can be together once more.

M𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚...𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧

I panted from exhaustion finally reaching the man who made my heart both warm and ache slowly the nameless figure turns to look at me with a wide smile that caused my face to suddenly flush.

He extends his hand out for me to take tears of happiness seem to well up into me as I try to grasp his hand but when I grasped his hand he was gone.

...𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬...,"

In my grasp was instead the most beautiful, crafted blade that I had ever held more than the fragmented piece of my ancestor's holy sword.

It had a blue-golden themed handle, a European styled guard, and the blade part of the sword was a glowing golden color that seems to embrace me into a warm comforting hug as if though it was greeting a long-lost old friend.

E̵̡̤̟̲͇̯͗ẍ̶̛̻̩͔̫̙̩̣̋͌̕͝͠͠ͅc̷̞̣͕͖̦̻͍̦̥̈̐́͑̿a̸̧̢͔͚͍̝̺̜͑l̴̞͈͍̺͉̜̎͋͛̀ͅį̴̨̭̭̭̬͗̆̿̌̓̽b̴̳͗ͅu̵̻̻̻̣̽̍́̓͊̇̿̋̿r̵̼̥̥̿̂͋̕!

With a gasp I woke up gasping for air my hand reaches up to wipe away the gathered sweat atop my forehead.

"Artoria are you alright?" my little sister Morgan asked with a heavy tone of concern and worry I shake my head and give an easy-going smile "I am fine just a... strange dream that's all," I replied reassuringly.

She still looked worried though "come on Morgan go back to sleep we have a long day tomorrow you know how Vali is like when were late for a team meeting," I continued patting her head causing Morgan to yawn making me smile "o-ok but if you need me elder sister, you only need to wake me up," she murmured quickly falling back asleep.

Slowly I stood up and went over to the window looking at the star covered night sky that reminded me of that man's world.

When I think back to that nameless man my heart aches, I thought clutching my heart.

"Just who even are you? Why does it hurt yet warm me upon thinking of you? And who was that knight who had my face? So many questions yet such little answers that I've recived from these strange visions of mine" I murmured tiredly.

-end of chapter seventeen-

I've been doing Shirou's POV a lot and most you guys have been wondering about Artoria and where she is or like when she will appear.