Arthurian Jaune: Fragment 0
Vortigern sat in his luxurious throne room, holding a black, crystal ball in his hand. The bargain he had made was finally complete. He had become the King of Vale. It was a shame that his brother had to die for it, but such sacrifices aren't uncommon. Vortigen glanced at the floor and noticed the light from the sun was starting to fade. He turned to the stained glass window. Dark clouds were forming.
Vortigern: Blasted weather. Such a curse for this country.
???: Really? I actually find it quite lovely.
Vortigern: *sighs and chuckles* Ozpin, the Grand Wizard of Remnant. *turns around* How delightful of you to be in my presence.
Ozpin: You flatter me, dear king. I must say, the castle looks marvellous. Standing tall and proud, as your loyal knights. Tell me, what of your citizens? You've isolated them from your wonderful kingdom.
Vortigern: An unfortunate consequence, I can assure you. But in order to keep this kingdom strong, the weak must be set aside.
Ozpin: And what of the grimm? They'll be looking for a feast and your citizens will be at risk. Does that not trouble you at all?
Vortigern: I have the necessary defences for when the grimm attack. That fine mineral blessed by God; Dust.
Ozpin: Yet you spare none for the huntsmen and huntresses, the ones whose duty it is to slay these creatures of darkness.
Vortigern: *chuckles* I'm sure the Great Ozpin can lend his assisstance and destroy the grimm with little problems. After all, you have a reputation to maintain, do you not?
Ozpin: I do, yes. But that's not why I'm here. You see, I'm not the one who's going to stop you. Instead, let us make a deal. For the future of Vale.
Vortigern: *rises from throne* What are you scheming, half-breed?
Ozpin: In the forests of Forver Fall lies a stone, with a sword plunged into it. That sword will decide who is to be King of Vale.
Vortigern: Your eyesight must be failing in your old age. The king stands before you.
Ozpin: *laughs* Oh Vort, we bofh know that isn't true.
Vortigern: You dare to insult me?!
Ozpin: No, I'm simply stating a fact. I know about your secret pact. What's one more with another mage?
Vortigern: Ugh. Fine. What is it that you want?
Ozpin: If the true heir is to be revealed, *points staff* You must relinquish your throne.
Vortigern: Tempting... but I'll pass. If this so-called true heir exists, then he'll need to fight for the throne properly. One cannot simply be king just because a sword tells him to.
Ozpin: Tch. Damn it. *sighs* I suppose you have a point.
Vortigern: *smiles* Glad to hear it.
Ozpin: So we have a deal in place?
Vortigern: We do.
Ozpin: Good. I shall be taking my leave then. Enjoy your reign while it lasts. *turns away*
Vortigern: *eyes turn draconic* You seem awfully confident, old man.
Ozpin: Not at all. Just call it "optimism".
In a puff of blue smoke, Ozpin disappeared. Vortigern growled under his breath. The old wizard always knew how stir up trouble for him. Suddenly, the crystal ball began to glow an ominous purple light. It was as if it were feeling threatened by Vortigern and Ozpin's pact.