Prologue (Updated)

Avalon. A beautiful utopia without fights and wars... A land bearing many names; The island of eternal spring...The Island of the Golden apples. But in all, it's the place for the greats heroes of the past, present and future to rest. The green of meadows, the blue of the lake and of the sky, the color spectrum of the flowers... All in this wonderful place.

This utopia is also home to King Arthur. Or rather, Artoria Pendragon...

The Fifth Holy Grail War was over... Her life as the King of Britain was over... Now she could rest in peace in Avalon... But her heart couldn't rest in peace... She still loved him... Her master from Fifth Holy Grail War... She couldn't forget him... She'd wait for him... She'd wait for they day he'd find her; for the day he'd be allowed entrance to the magnificent, but lonely, Utopia.

Artoria slowly walked through a meadow. Beside it was a lake. It bore the pure blue reflection of the sky. Her mind flooded with memories of the Fifth Holy Grail War; memories of the time she spent with her beloved.

'...Shirou...'

"You're still thinking about that person, aren't you?" Artoria looked up at the nymph of one of Avalon's many lakes.

"Of course..." Artoria answered, 'He was the only one...' she thought. "Why do you ask?"

The nymph frowned. "I ask because...because I envy you." Artoria raised a brow. "You're thinking about him all time because you love him..." Her frown turned into a smile, "The King of knights has fallen in love a man." she chuckled. "Sometimes I wonder what if feels like to fall in love." She ended.

A sad expression cast itself on Artoria's face "It hurts..." she whispered

"Why?" The nymph asked, confused. "Is it because you can't see him any more?"

"Yes..." Artoria nodded

"That's quite understandable." The nymph sighed. "You know what's annoying about Avalon?" she paused "No other person comes here; no visitors, except the select few. Sometimes I wish that somebody would come and brighten up this place. Yes, it's a marvelous place already, but it's so lonely..." she sighed again, "And I'm so bored!" she dragged her words as she fell into a bundle of flowers. "Ah! I was going to ask you something!"

"What is it you want to ask me?"

"What's his name? It's feels strange to refer to him as 'him' all the time." she giggled at her wording

"His name is Shirou... Shirou Emiya." Artoria answered brightly.

"Shirou Emiya... Hmm, sounds interesting!" The nymph beamed

"He's a nice person, although he can be a little stubborn sometimes." she smiled, reminiscing the past. "He treated me like a person; not a servant, tool or an object of praise." her gaze returned to the lake.

"That's certainly unusual for a master of the, or a Holy Grail War..." the nymph wondered, cocking her head to the side.

"But Shirou wasn't a proper master."

"I see." The nymph looked at Artoria and smiled. "You'll be a good mother for his child!" she brought up out of nowhere.

"Wha-! Are you teasing me?!" Artoria blushed.

"A bit." The nymph laughed. "To be the nymph of one of Avalon's lake is lonely sometimes... but I believe in my wish that someday a magus will create a way to Avalon and let me see the actual world. Of course, I can see what goes on up there, Avalon's lakes and the ocean surrounding it have a special spell on them. But I want to see the world for what it truly is; not through a mirror." Artoria nodded. "A magus' child... A child with dreams and wishes like no other...A child with the blood and courage of a hero. A breath of fresh air; not like all other magi who want to reach this side, or rather, what they call Akasha. What are you thinking about, Artoria?"

"Your dream...It could come to reality someday... But my question about is; how would the magi get hold the blood of us heroes?" Artoria asked.

"Don't worry about it, Arturia... Magi summon servants with a catalyst for the Holy Grail War. I'm sure they'll be able to create a magus with the blood of a hero."

"An homunculus?" the nymph shook her head

"No, something else. Just wait, you'll see..."