RWBY: Wrath of Saber
Yang lay in bed as the poison caused her pain. She was panting furiously and her cheeks wers burning red. Sitting next to her was Jaune, holding onto her hand while on the other side was Ruby, sleeping.
Jaune: Don't worry, Yang. Saber'a gonna get the antidote to you. I made a promise that I'll make you better and I'm keeping it. *squeezes her hand*
Yang: *coughs* J-Jaune?
Jaune: Shhhh. Save your strength, sweetheart. *kisses her hand* Get some rest.
[Mount Glenn]
Saber walked along the underground railroad tracks. For the first time in a long time, he was truly angry. He knew that Mordred hated him and wanted to win the Grail. But poisoning Yang was going too far. Saber heard laughter echoing in the tunnels and he paced faster. As soon as he got to the exit, he saw a young man with spiky blonde hair and green eyes, just like his.
Saber: Mordred.
Mordred: Hello father.
Saber: I cannot believe you. To think that you would resort to such tactics. Even for you, this is low.
Mordred: Cinder wanted to assure her victory in the War. I thought it was quite a clever plan. No Master would leave Lancer vulnerbale.
Saber: Do you have the antidote or not?!
Mordred: Tsk, temper, temper. You can relax, I have it right here. *pulls out bottle*But... you'll have to fight me for it.
Saber: I don't have time to play games!
Mordred: Aww, but you know how much I love games. We'll have a proper, honourable duel. On my oath as a knight, I will relinquish the antidote if you win. Do you accept?
Saber: ...
Mordred: I'll take that as a 'yes'.
Saber: ...before we begin, I must ask you something. Why Yang? Why poison her out of everyone?
Mordred: *smiles* Because I know how much she means to you and I know how you truly feel about your Master. You hate him.
Saber: What? No! I could never hate him! I swore my sword to him!
Mordred: But you do. You hate him because he and Yang are together now. The woman you love and who once loved you is now with another.
Saber: Shut up!
Mordred: History is repeating itself once again. Only this time, you think you can change things. That by saving her life, she'll come running into your arms again.
Saber: I said shut up, damn you!
Mordred: It seems I've touched a nerve, dear Father. Yang truly was the perfect target. Now I can reveal what you truly are; not a king or a knight. But a hopeless fool who gave up everything for his throne. The one time you're selfish and look where it's gotten you. When Yang dies, you would have truly lost everything. Everything except me.
Saber had enough. He transformed from his casual clothes into his armour and summoned Excalibur. He yelled out in rage as he charged at Mordred, ready to strike him down.
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Memory (Final Rose)
The sword remembered the forge of its birth.
It remembered the light of the stars, and the hammer blows that shaped it.
It remembered the hands that held it, and the people that named it.
It remembered the endless wrath and chaos of war.
It remembered the strength to cleave the skies and the sharpness to split the very mountains.
It remembered blasts of might that boiled the ocean and a glorious light that shone to even the ends of the earth.
It remembered the soul that wielded it fading and the long years of silence before sleep finally took hold.
It remembered the momentary flashes of awakening and the sure, certain knowledge of its decay.
It remembered its blade cracking and its edge dulling.
It remembered the long dark closing in and the deep, deep silence of the grave.
And then there was her.
A glimmer of recognition.
A shadow of a memory.
Her.
X X X
“Huh...” Vanille peered down at the cracked, broken blade. Nothing she had done had been able to fix it, and none of her instruments had been able to get a solid read on it either. She was about to call Diana in to see what Ragnarok could tell her when the sword finally reacted.
A faint golden light stirred within the cracks, and the sword trembled, the dull edge ever so slightly sharpening.
“Get over here,” Vanille said, firing her tractor beam at Saber.
Irisviel’s loyal teammate and butler struggled briefly before the tractor beam dragged her over.
“What?” Saber asked.
“I need you to pick up that sword,” Vanille explained.
X X X
For the first time in an age, the sword felt fresh strength flood through it.
The broken blade was restored to gleaming perfection. The dull edge was honed to impossible sharpness.
The energy to break the foundations of reality stirred once again.
And for the first time since the sword had been lost, it remembered its name again.
A miracle given form.
A promise of victory no matter the odds.
A sword to light the way through the darkest night.
Yes.
It remembered its name.
Excalibur.
X X X
Historical Note
The Cetra of Remnant were not warriors by nature. They were, from what little we can gather, a peace-loving people who prized the tranquility and beauty of nature above the rage and chaos of war. Yet they were weapon smiths unlike few others.
One of their weapons blew up the moon and knocked JENOVA into a regenerative stasis for thousands of years.
Most of their works were destroyed in that final, climactic battle, brought to bear against a foe that would only finally know defeat millennia later in the Battle of Remnant. Yet some of their masterworks survived.
One of the most famous of these master works is the sword known simply as Excalibur. A living weapon imbued with a sense of self and consciousness it somehow survived the Fall of the Cetra and the Death of the Moon, crashing upon Remnant in the aftermath.
There, it would stay until it was retrieved by Professor Oerba Dia Vanille. Despite her best efforts, it would remain nothing more than a historical curiosity until exposed to the presence of a student at Beacon Senior Academy. Although she went by the name Saber, her real name was Artoria Pendragon, and genetic analyses suggested a large than usual proportion of Cetra blood within her.
According to Excalibur, which explained upon awakening sufficiently, Artoria was, in fact, descended from a legendary warrior amongst the Cetra who perished in the final, apocalyptic defence of the lunar weapon. As the only living person with both a genetic link to its original wielder and a similar Semblance, Excalibur pledged its loyalty to Artoria and informed her of the existence of several other important relics that she should be able to control.
These weapons were all eventually gathered by Artoria and were used in the Battle of Remnant. Fittingly, they would buy time until the killing blow could be struck against JENOVA.
Later, when the survivors of the Cetra were discovered, it was revealed that the original wielder of those legendary items was actually a brother of the World Shepherd named Ifalna who had fled to Remnant to protect the survivors there.
As the closest kin of that warrior, Artoria’s descendants at the time offered to return them to Ifalna. Ifalna instead formally handed them over, saying that her brother’s descendants, however remote, had a stronger claim to the weapons than her. She only asked to speak to the weapons themselves to learn of her brother’s fate from those who were there when he fell.
At present, the weapons make up the Panoply of Pendragon and are under the control of the House of Pendragon, a Heroic House that traces its descent back to Artoria Pendragon, Rin Tohsaka, and Irisviel von Einzbern. The House of Pendragon is part of the Empire and has served faithfully for centuries. In fact, one emperor, His Imperial Majesty Taranis III had a Pendragon bride. Taranis III was the grandfather of Her Imperial Majesty Vanile I, meaning it has not actually been that long since a half Pendragon sat upon the Throne of Ice.
Even now, during the reign of Her Imperial Majesty Averia VII, relations between the House of Farron-Arendelle and the House of Pendragon remain very warm. It is actually widely believed that Crown Princess Thyra has expressed an interest in courting Mordred Pendragon, the second child of the current ruler of the House of Pendragon.
- Extract from Legendary Weapons of Remnant: A Dia-Farron Guide
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