The last nail was hammered into the white painted wood. Lancer took a step back, pleased with the new storefront. The shop keeper smiled, an elderly lady and a florist who had turned that shop into her pride and joy, and he had become her only employee. But just as Cu Chulainn smalled back at the elder, the strange fog rolled in. It’s magical nature threateningly obvious to his senses as he stepped back.
“Ma’am are you..alr-” When he turned again, the store was gone, together with the white wood and the luminous flowers. The elderly woman was nowhere to be seen. The hammer in his hand felt familiar, and evident when he looked down.
He now wielded Gáe Bolg, and his apron was once more the light blue leather garb embroidered in silver.
Lancer instinctively looked up, only to be stared down by a gaping hole he very well knew.
The Grail...?
The darkened substance lazily poured from the edges in that fathomless dark. It flowed and gathered in a pool where he saw a dreadfully familiar figure.
Was it Medb? Was she summoning the grail? What was the glowing gold between her hands? The red eyes widened, surprised and confused, wordless but a word in his throat.
“Medb!?”
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