I blame my sister for giving me this idea and my friend who made me addicted to this ship. you know who you are and you should be proud.

I wasn't planning to start anything new before I finished all the unfinished work that I have but this stuoud muse came back and haunted my mind until I couldn't take it anymore and began to write it down at 2 am in the morning. I hate you brain.

Thank you, Type Moon for coming up with so many intriguing characters. and curse you ipad for having such a messed up hard to handle keyboard.

and thank you MidoriKurenaiYume for beta reading this. if you havent read her stories yet. (Which I doubt you haven't, they're too good to ignore.) I'd advice you to check out her profile and stories.

i dont know how regular or irregular the udates for this story will be, as I tend to spent quite some time in researching. please beat with me.

Sweat drops crept down the skin. The girl's arm quickly brushed against her forehead to remove the stickiness from her blonde locks. She let out a heavy sigh as she looked at the large window, staring at the harsh sunlight to which she wasn't accustomed. Her clear emerald eyes observed her environment, which was still foreign to her. Her robe or dress - whatever it was that she was given to wear - did not feel comfortable at all, but it did help bear the heat more easily than the clothes she was usually wearing.

Another sigh escaped her and her attention turned back to the stone slab she was observing. Its inscriptions were unknown to her and deeply confusing. How did the inhabitants of this place read this? Or even write on it? Wouldn't a parchment be much more convenient?

Her ears caught the sound of the door behind her opening and for a moment she froze completely. Her body went rigid as she waited for the unknown visitor. The door closed and only after hearing silent footsteps was she finally able to relax.

"I brought you more water. I'm sorry for earlier. The servants are all very nervous, one misstep and their heads could go flying."

The voice was gentle but androgynous, and the girl glanced to her side as a goblet was placed on the table where she sat. The person who had entered looked like a beautiful woman, however the girl wasn't sure if this person was female. Long flowing green hair, a perfectly childlike face, a long white tunic which covered the person's form and rough hands. In her opinion this being seemed too perfect in appearance to be called human. Then again, she wouldn't have been surprised if that were the case. She had heard her fair share of stories about the fantastical and it wasn't like her situation back home could be considered normal.

Glancing back at the figure, a small smile crept on the girl's face. "Thank you..." -Now what was their name again?- her brows crooked as she tried to recall the person's name. "Enkidu."

"You finally got my name right." A smile appeared on Enkidu's face for a short second before they sat down next to the girl.

"Now, how is it going? Are you still struggling?" Enkidu asked.

A frown appeared on the girl's face as she returned her attention to the stone tablet. "Everything looks the same. I don't see how you can distinguish them. I also broke another tablet. My apologies." She let out a sigh of defeat. By now she had lost count of how many times she had found herself sighing since she had come to these strange lands.

Enkidu let out a chuckle. "Don't worry about it. It's only expected that you would make a few mistakes. It hasn't been that long since you came."

A few mistakes? Aside from her sighing record she had also lost count of all the stone tablets she had demolished during practice. She definitely craved a piece of parchment and a proper writing utensil.

"Let's revise this together, alright? When you get the hang of it you can try to read on your own. But for now I'll be guiding you."

The two continued reading the text without interruption. It was certainly easier with Enkidu helping her out. While what they were doing was tedious and frustrating, the girl knew that she hadn't many options and with the lack of knowledge about this place it would leave her even more vulnerable and more likely to get lost, just like what had happened during her past attempts to find a way out. But listening to Enkidu's explanation of the writings, word classes, grammar and spelling was definitely hard for her to follow. She could understand the people when they spoke and she could answer them back, but she had no idea how. Was it the magic that had brought her to this place that gave her the knowledge?

"Do you find it hard to adapt to this place?"

Enkidu's question pulled the girl out of her thoughts. "Excuse me?"

"Is it hard to adapt to this place?" Enkidu repeated patiently.

The girl stayed quiet for a while, her emerald gaze aimed towards the darkening sky. Her answer was easy, but she had to find the right words to express herself without offending the person next to her.

"This place is very different from my home. It's hot, bright, even the buildings and people are different. Our beds aren't as lavished as the ones here." Her eyes flickered to the large bed in the room, covered in silk and pillows, "We do not write on stone tablets, we use parchments or sheepskins and quills instead. Well, the people who are well off at least. The poor don't have the luxury to learn how to read or write. But I assume it's the same here. I've never eaten meals in the midst of such a large crowd." Her eyes shifted again and they halted upon a beautiful sword that rested next to her bed. Its hilt and scabbard were coated in gold and dark blue. The sword looked more like it was meant as a decoration than for combat. It was the only object she had harshly refused to be parted with. Without her trusted sword, she would have lost the only little piece of comfort available to her -the sole reminder of her home and mission. "and we certainly do not dress this... uninhibited." The girl gestured to the clothes she was wearing and frowned at them with distaste.

Enkidu hummed while taking in all the information they had received. "It does sound like the complete opposite of Uruk."

That was one way to put it. "This place is far warmer than what I'm used to." she continued, "We wear woollen clothes during the winter to protect ourselves against the cold. It gets worse when it's snowing, but the scenery we receive in return is beautiful."

"Winter? Snowing?" Enkidu repeated the words as if they had encountered a foreign entity.

"Winter is one of the four seasons in my home. It is also the coldest period of the year and snow is what falls when rain clouds are exposed to extremely low temperature. Instead of raining it's snowing. It's white and cold to the touch. When the temperature rises the snow will melt back into water. Together with that, the lands become puddles and the ground turns muddy."

"White and cold? I would like to see that. It does get colder in Uruk during a certain period and we do wear warmer clothes during that time, but I've never seen snow," Enkidu commented as they tried to imagine the strange phenomenon that the girl described as snow. "Will everything turn white when it snows?"

The girl nodded. "Yes, snow in my home falls in large quantities during the winter. It makes it hard to travel because all the roads and fields are covered in the snow. The the houses' roofs, the trees, sheds, everything turns white in one night."

The talk about snow clearly sounded appealing for Enkidu, it was something they would never be able to see with their own eyes. The person's eyes showed a sparkle they would only show when something interested them.

A soft knock on the door interrupted their talk. Enkidu called for the person to enter.

"My apologies." The servant bowed timidly. "But it's almost time for dinner."

"Thank you for the reminder," Enkidu answered. "You may leave now."

The moment the servant left Enkidu turned towards the girl. "Time really flies when you're doing something interesting. I'll be going for now. Someone will pick you up when it's time."

Enkidu got up. "Oh, and before I forget, is there anything you need? Aside from a new tablet?" They eyed her with expectations as if they were aware of what the girl's answer would be.

"I would like to return to my home." The girl answered directly.

A soft laugh left Enkidu's lips. "I've said this before, but I don't have that kind of power. Nor do I think Gil would allow it."

"Could you try to change his mind? You're the only one he listens to!"

"Whenever he has made up his mind, be it about something incredible or not, he won't change it. Even if I'm the one asking him. That's the kind of person he is."

"But, I don't belong here! I'm a knight! I have to finish my training! I have to go back to my family! They are probably looking for me! Merlin is looking for me!"

"I'm sorry, but I really can't do anything. The most I can do is aid you in your education and in adapting to this environment."

Enkidu gave her a look, which she couldn't discern; she couldn't tell whether it was full of pity or of lack of understanding.

"Anyway, I'll see you at dinner, Arturia."

The door closed, leaving the girl called Arturia alone again with her thoughts.

In case you haven't realised it, this Arturia isn't King Arthur YET and the prologue takes place after the first few chapters. The first chapter will clarify a lot of things... I hope.

Thank you very much for reading my work.