prompt; sword
fandom; fate/
word count; 101
She gripped on the Sword of Promised Victory tightly in her armor-gloved hands, her exquisite beauty lighting up with determination. Coated with Invisible Air, the blade's identity was hidden from opposing servants.
Calling it 'beautiful' was an understatement, for it would only tarnish the illusion.
The most powerful fantasy was held in Saber's hands, her fingers running against its smooth hilt. Small spheres of golden light circled the sword, gathering the emotions of those who lost their lives in battle.
It was Saber's job to carry on their glorious legacy, as King Arthur.
Artoria Pendragon, the rightful King of Knights.
Excalibur!
