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Fate/Absolute Zero: Prologue

However, we were not lambs to be so easily slaughtered.

I surged ahead my stallion kicking up dust and dirt as I led the charge my frozen blade glinting beneath the gray sky.

Like a crashing tide we struck.

Our lances shattered against their shields splinters of wood and steel flying through the air. The impact sent men sprawling, horses rearing, and screams filling the battlefield.

I swung my blade in a wide arc, the ice trailing from its edge leaving a frozen wake. A knight in black armor lunged for me his blade met mine only for his sword to freeze over shattering apart like brittle glass. I drove my blade into his chest ice spreading over his body before he crumbled into nothing more than frost and dust.

A knight of Morgan lunged for me from the side I twisted in my saddle barely dodging his swing. Another came from behind and I let go of my reins for a split second grabbing my dagger from my belt and hurling it into his exposed throat he collapsed with a gurgled cry.

To my left Sir Garret was knocked from his horse an enemy blade about to cleave into him. Without thinking I extended my free hand sending a blast of ice surging from my palm. The ground beneath the enemy knight turned to frozen glass, his footing lost as he slipped and fell hard onto his back. Garret wasted no time in driving his sword through the man's chest before nodding at me in thanks.

"For Camelot!" I roared again cutting through another foe my breath ragged my muscles burning.

"For Camelot!" my knights echoed their defiance refusing to wane even as our numbers began to dwindle.

The enemy forces though shaken by our initial assault were relentless they had us outnumbered five to one, and despite our fury, our sheer willpower, and moral they were closing in.

The battlefield had become a sea of bodies, banners trampled underfoot the once-proud fields of Camelot were now drenched in both blood and ice.

Then I saw her.

Morgan le Fay.

She stood upon the hill watching the slaughter unfold with a cruel smirk, her dark robes billowed in the wind, and her pale blue eyes gleamed with something between amusement and pity.

She raised a single hand her fingers curling as if grasping something unseen.

The air grew heavy.

A pulse of dark magic rippled through the battlefield and then the dead began to arise.

Corpses stiffened their broken bodies twitching hands grasping at weapons they had dropped in death. A knight I had personally slain moments ago let out a guttural snarl his lifeless eyes burning with an eerie violet glow.

I felt my stomach drop.

Morgan's voice rang out clear and mocking.

"Did you truly think I would let you die so easily Stark?!"

The battlefield once filled with the cries of the living, was now filled with the howls of the damned and for the first time since this battle had begun fear clawed its way into my heart.

"Fall back!" I bellowed yanking the reins of my horse "regroup at the castle!"

Some knights hesitated but when another wave of undead surged forward their faces twisted with horror they obeyed.

We turned our steeds galloping back towards the gates of Camelot the few remaining archers covered our retreat loosing flaming arrows into the horde but the undead paid no heed to their wounds.