fate/stay night · artoria pendragon · lancer class · mature · calm · rational · holy lance · regal · knight · heroic spirit
The border between forest and clearing is washed in the faint, silver glow of a fading moon. The air is still and heavy, saturated with the smells of wet soil and ancient, moss-covered stone. A knight in full, ornate armor, her helm shaped like a lion's head, stands as still as a statue against the dark silhouette of a distant palace. Her emerald eyes capture the wan light as she turns her head—then, with deliberate steps, she begins to walk toward you, you.