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The blonde witch then gave another depressed sigh, "I'm through with the past. Mordred…can go rot for all I care."
With her piece said Le Fay walked out, only to stop at the door as she heard the purple girl speak up for one last time. "Be careful child, just because you are through with the past does not mean the past is through with you. I don't need Clairvoyance to tell you that if you refuse to accept and learn from your past mistakes, then you will be doomed to repeat them…and your brother will pay for it."
Le Fay said nothing as she walked out, leaving Scáthach to sigh tiredly as she rubbed her head and pondered on the vision she had received. Out of the few things she could glean from her Clairvoyance one thing stuck out in particular, why did the masked knight feel so familiar?
"Looks like Kuoh is about to become quite the battlefield," she frowned, trying to put the bad feeling she had been getting away.
"Hey Scáthach, are you okay?" asked Issei, as the teen walked into the tent they'd set up and saw the worried witch.
Scáthach shook her head, "don't worry Issei, it's just an unusual customer."
"Kokabiel is aware that even with the blade you're reforging for me, the chances of myself being able to defeat the Godslayer is slim, is he not? What will he do if she decides to interfere?" asked Arthur, curiously.
"Rest assured milord, the Celts will not be a problem," answered Valper Galilei with a bow.
Arthur tried to keep the disdain he felt for the man off his face as he replied, "how so? I doubt they will just sit idly by, the descendant has his home here after all."
The disgraced bishop simply smiled at him, "milord, have you forgotten what time of the year it is?"
Arthur briefly gained a confused expression before his eyes widened and he sighed, "You're waiting until the Samhain feis, aren't you? Isn't that a long time to wait? And how are you so sure that they will participate in it?"
"The boy is a recently rediscovered descendant of Lugh's son, there is no chance the other Celtic deities won't use this as an opportunity to meet him, and where he goes the witch will follow him," replied a familiar male voice.
"That still only leaves us one day complete the operation, no small task, especially since we will need to reveal ourselves to the Devils. It would be relatively easy for them to buy enough time until the Celts get back," argued Arthur, not bother to look behind him as he examined the six swords on the table.
"The Gremory heiress and her pets are nowhere near the threat her brother is, I'll deal with them. You focus on the exorcists, but even if the Celts do come back it will be too late to stop us," replied the Fallen Angel.
Arthur turned and saw Kokabiel walking out of the shadows and frowned as he considered the Fallen Angel's reasoning, 'he has a point, I'll only have one day to find and fight the descendant. Vali won't be happy with this, I don't think I'll get to fight the descendant.'
Kokabiel then glanced at the six swords spread out on the table before them, "it would seem we are a sword short."
Arthur just frowned, "Mimic is proving harder to obtain then I previously thought. It was given to an exorcist for a mission just before I broke in, afterwards they moved it to an unknown location."
The Fallen Angel shrugged, "it doesn't matter, six fragments will be more than enough. Besides those fools in the Church will simply send Mimic over to try and reclaim their precious Excalibur's."
"I see," murmured Arthur as Kokabiel started heading towards the door.
"I am needed at the Grigori, I leave Mimic's retrieval to you human," informed the Fallen Angel as he left the two humans to their own devices.
"Milord, where is Lady Le Fay?" asked Valper, getting another sigh from the descendant.
"My sister is currently exploring the city, don't worry she knows to be careful of the Devils," replied Arthur.
Before any of them could respond, they felt a familiar presence cross their hideout's Boundary Field and turned to the door as it opened to reveal a deeply troubled looking Le Fay. Arthur frowned as he approached his sister and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, only to frown as she still seemed consumed by her thoughts.
"Le Fay? What's wrong?" he asked, in concern for his strangely acting sister.
"What's wrong?" asked the young blonde boy as he held a hand out to the girl sobbing in the beautiful garden.
Le Fay just looked up from her bloodied hands before a snarl grew on her face and she slapped his hand away from her, "I don't need your pity Arthur."
The boy looked at her in surprise, "you know who I am?"
Le Fay blinked in confusion, "I'm your sister Le Fay…didn't mother and father ever tell you about me?"
Arthur shook his head in confusion before a bright smile appeared on his face as he grabbed her hand, "I have a sister, this is great! Come on let's play!"
Le Fay's eyes widened, "you mean…you don't hate me?"
"Why would I hate you?" questioned Arthur with a frown.
"Because I'm the descendant of Morgan Le Fay, the one responsible for the downfall of the original King Arthur! Doesn't that bother you?" she exclaimed, her tears still running down her face.
"Nope," relied the boy happily, causing Le Fay to freeze in shock.
"But…but…" she stuttered, only for Arthur to smile at her again.
"Le Fay, I promise that I won't hate you and that I'll take care of you. If you promise not to act like Morgan ok? We're our own person, no matter what mother and father say," said Arthur as he hugged his sister.
Le Fay was briefly stunned before she returned the embrace and softly cried into his shoulder, the emotions that had been bottled up for years suddenly pouring out of her. "You promise?" she asked, weakly.
"I promise," replied Arthur with another smile.
"Thank you brother," cried Le Fay, and the garden was silent save for the quiet sobbing as the two descendants broke a decades old tradition in the blink of an eye.
Le Fay finally seemed to snap out of her daze as she turned to face Arthur, "brother do you remember when we first met? How they kept us separate from each other?"
"Of course," replied Arthur, thinking back to the time he had found the sobbing girl back at the Pendragon house, much to the annoyance of the family.
The young boy had been quite shocked to find he had a sister that his parents had hidden from him, but even more shocked to find how they treated her when they thought he wasn't looking. Immediately afterwards the two siblings had become near inseparable as he stopped them from hurting his little sister, causing their family no end of grief.
"Tell me, why didn't you treat me like the rest of the Pendragon family? You're the descendant of the King of Knights and I'm…her descendant, you should have hated me more than any other. Why didn't you?" she asked, bring Arthur's attention back to the present.
"This again? Le Fay I told you, even if we share their names doesn't me we are them. We are our own person, regardless of what they tried to shape us into. You aren't Morgan, you are Le Fay, and that's all that I care about," replied Arthur as he gave his sibling a bright and caring smile.
She just took a deep breath, "so…if there was another one. If there was a descendant from that time, you wouldn't care?"
"The past is exactly that Le Fay, the past. I would judge them on their own actions and not that of their ancestor's…why is it so hard for you to let the past go?" asked her brother with a sigh, causing the witch's ominous words echo across her mind.
"…if you refuse to accept and learn from your past mistakes, then you will be doomed to repeat them…and your brother will pay for it…"
Le Fay just starting trembling in fear before she threw her brother's hand off her shoulder and rushed off to her room, slamming the door behind her. Ignoring her brother's increasingly frantic banging on the door as Le Fay softly sobbed in the corner, long buried memories from her time in the Pendragon household resurfacing.
"See him L
e Fay?" asked her mother as she pointed to the older blonde boy playing happily in the garden.
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