Fate/Lost Horizon [ Dogs of War]. Volume 1

Chapter Twenty Two

P.S: Love ya.

The woman moved the letters closer to her chest, hugging them. Finished reading for the moment, her expression being hidden as she looked to the ground. Hugging the letters, trying to find his presence in them. Yet, rather than cry openly, though tears certainly stained her face, the mother let out some laughs.

"He wouldn't want to see me like this, so instead...Let me smile for him."

Raising her head, the once proud, strong warrior, looked up at the young girl in front of her. A smile gracing the face of the red-eyed woman, wiping away her tears, she glanced at the letters before addressing the child before her.

The child was certainly her son's. As for a moment, she saw his figure in place of hers.

"What a foolish child, foolish indeed...But, I would not have him any other way." She said, chuckling to herself. Yet the girl in front of her only scoffed, crossing her arms and giving the purple-haired woman a grin much like her father's.

"Oi! My father was no fool, he only did foolish things." She exclaimed, causing the woman across from her to let out a small laugh. "I don't care if you're my grandma, I'll throw down with an old hag any day of the week!"

"My, you certainly have his attitude..." The woman said with a laugh. "Tell me, how did he meet your mother?" She could have easily read the rest of the letters to find out, but the woman wanted to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

"Huh?"

"Well if you're truly my son's child, you should be able to tell at least a decent story." The red-eyed woman said, causing the girl before her to sigh.

"Fine...It all started back in Camelot. It's a long story...But, it's a fun one too."

A new day had started, the great blue sky signaling the coming of day. The sun shone its light down on the green fields. Only a month ago, these pastures were covered in layers of white snow. But, like all things, winter was slowly fading, having only a month of the cold and frosty season left. As spring would soon come by the month's end.

The Island had certainly grown in the past year, as under the reign of their new king, Britain was becoming a land known far and wide. The stories of noble knights fighting off all manner of evil becoming spread from country to country. The Island's fame only grew, as legends began to be spread.

Yet, there was but one place on this Island that shined brighter than the rest. The country's capital, the city being was something akin to a living legend, many doubting its greatness. Well, till they saw it. It was the crown jewel of the country, where the very king slept, and the greatest of knights resided. As compared to the other cities that were on the island, there was no comparison. The holy city stood above the rest without challenge.

Yet where does such a place reside?

Located in a large stretch of land, was a large, enormous city. This land was significant, as before once stood the fortress city known as Londinium. Yet in place now stood a holy land. A city colored in white, its exterior showcasing massive, large, impenetrable, white walls that had royal blue banners draped over each side. The royal city was in the shape of a large hexagon.

On the inside, the districts were separated by massive walls that formed more hexagons. The buildings were made of the finest materials. The city's interior was filled with structures that seemed to go on forever. Yet calling it packed wouldn't be right, as men and women happily walked down the streets without worry. The place was akin to Eden, a utopia for all who lived inside the walls that protected them from any and all harm. Made to withstand the most grievous invasions, the city is known as Camelot, was a representation of the king's love for his people. His dreams and hopes for them were crystallized in the very city.