A History Long Forgotten...

Summary-

This is a Gunslinger Girl and Fate/Stay Night crossover. What happens when Rico dreams of a mysterious battleground that happened sometime ago? Just who is the woman in armour who strangely looks like Rico herself?

Rico slept soundly in her bed after a hard day of Conditioning. It wasn't even night time, but she was still sound asleep. Henrietta looked over at her roommate, seeing the blonde cyborg toss and turn in her sleep. The brunette didn't pay to much attention to her, since they all moved and dreamed in their sleep.

Yet, in Rico's case this dream didn't much have anything to do with having no arms or limbs:

She was running, that's all Rico could tell. There were several men at her side, dressed in full armour. Rico didn't have much control of her body, but she could still see and somehow feel the pains of this "person." When she looked down, the cyborg realized that she was wearing a sort of battle dress that was blue. A sword that's blade shined was in her hands, as she traversed the path in the forest.

The soldiers jumped a few men on horses, slitting their throats or impaling them with spears. It seemed to be some sort of encampment of another group of soldiers in different armour. Rico looked around, seeing more of the enemy come out of the shadow. It was clearly an ambush. She held her blade, looking around at the soldiers. Rico and her group were out numbered by men and weapons. Among the soldiers was a masked warrior in a red battle dress with white plate body over the cloth. They drew their weapon, pointing at her.

"King Arthur!"The woman's voice shouted. "Look at your country now, does it pain you to see your people suffer? You have caused this war and you know it!"

"No, Mordred you are wrong. It was you who did this. You have slain multiple people, and destroyed innocent lives." King Arthur, the person Rico was seeing through, retorted. They remained cold and calm.

The battle raged on for several days. Mordred and Arthur sustained heavy blows, but the managed to move. "What will you do? The scabbard that protected you is gone Arthur, you'll die here!" Arthur forced herself up, looking at the masked girl. They swung again, but the two were equally and exhausted from fighting. Mordred backed away, looking toward the king.

"Look around you King Arthur. Your country has now ended. Whoever wins, it matters not. As you look before you, everything has faded; gone." Mordred shouted, "You should have known it would come to this, but you wouldn't have happened if you had given me the crown! Did you hate me, a son of Morgan, that much?"

Arthur with her emotionless voice replied back, "Not once did I despise you, Mordred. I only had one reason not to give you the crown. You didn't have the capacity of a king."

Mordred ran forward, driven by hate and anger. Defeated in single combat, she collapsed being impaled with a spear by Arthur. With the rest of her strength, Mordred tore her blade through Arthur's stomach. Rico felt the pain surge through her, making her cry out. For her, pain was normal but this time it was different like she was more human. Arthur took her blade, cuting through the mask. Slowly, what hid Mordred's face split in two; falling off...

Rico's eyes shot open, looking around. It was daybreak, and she was in her normal room. The cyborg sat up, looking at her hands. Everything was normal, and she wasn't in any pain like she was earlier. She could remember the dream clearly, unlike any other before. Rico sighed, bringing her feet to the side of her bed. The blonde got up, walking to the window-unaware she herself was being watched.

Chapter one is a little short, but it is only the beginning.

Thanks for reading!

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