saber dance

Artoria Pendragon. Or as was known to her master, Saber. Had not expected to be summoned by a rather novice magus or even one that was not competing in the Holy Grail War. At first she maintained a professional relationship with the magus. But over time she started to like the young magus. Going as far to agree to marriage, but things would not end happily for her. On her wedding day she and her master were accused of being witches. Saber protected her master but it only confirmed to the people they were such people. Saber fought to rescue her beloved and almost succeeded in her mission but she suddenly felt weak. Her master had been slain. She tried to reach her master but was overwhelmed and captured by the people. She had slunken into a depressed state, ignoring the speedy trial she was given and her subsequent sentence. She heard the words death by hanging and she did not care. She weakly asked to be allowed to wear her dress and she was granted that mercy. Saber now walked up the stairs to the gallows that awaited her, her hands had been bound to her back and she solemnly made the final climb. She stood over the trap door that would drop her as the hangman tied a noose around her neck. She breathed one final breath as she looked down solemnly, knowing this death will be no mercy for her. As she will return to the throne of heroes. After a few seconds of tense waiting the hangman dropped her. The trapdoor gave way beneath her and she fell a few feet. Her noose tighten around her neck and soon she began to dance and struggle. She tried her best to not give them the satisfaction of struggling but it was futile. The once and future King, began to kick and gasp from the noose. Making gurgling noises and pained moans as she desperately fought against the noose that would claim her life. Her face slowly began to turn red as if she was blushing, and stuck her tongue out as tears ran down her pained face. Artoria knew she would be dead in a matter of moments at this rate as she kicked highly and swayed from side to side in an elegant death dance. After a few moments Artoria was dead. She hanged limply from the rope that had strangled the life out of her. Her mind had returned to the throne of heroes but the unique case of her death had created a second version of herself. As such once back at the Throne she met herself wearing the bridal dress she had just worn as well that memory slowly fade away. This new Artoria or Saber knew what happened to herself, she died that day and her body hanged from the rope for all to see. She had lost control of her body and had soiled her lovely dress. She would be lower after the crowd had their time admiring. This tragic fate cause this new Artoria to wipe and become her own Heroic Spirit. The Gallows Bride or Bridal Artoria. Artoria ultimately forgot this story while Bride never did, her one wish being to be summoned and marry a kind person that would love her. story writen by my friend