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[When she made her contract with the world to offer her service as a Servant in exchange for a chance to grant her wish, Saber had been prepared to be summoned across time for the purpose of fighting in a war. But his 'summoning' wasn't even a summoning at all, but some terrible accident. Moreover, she was no longer a warrior, but a student? She had stared hard at the letter as she walked through her new surroundings, her expressionless face giving away nothing of her complete confusion. It all made sense... yet it didn't make any sense at all.

Dismissing her battle-armour and Excalibur, she remained in her blue dress, not willing to chance finding out whether or not her more modern attire had somehow come with her. She might have stood out, but at the very least she had no special need to hide that her presence was unnatural.

She paused occasionally to scrutinise her new surroundings through an experienced knight's eyes. It seemed peaceful enough... at least, on the surface. But for all she knew of this alien place, that could change.]

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[Wandering past on his way back from the Training Center, Jecht stops dead in his tracks as he noticed the new student.]

[Wordlessly, he steps over, then slings his sword around to put its point in the ground near her. He brings it vertical, then looks appraisingly back and forth between it and Saber.]

[Yes, he's comparing her size to his sword's.]

[Yes, his sword is of such a size that it's not a favorable comparison for her.]

[Man, these new students just keep getting smaller, don't they?]

[Fortunately, Saber had no idea that her size was being measured by a sword. What he was doing was rather puzzling, though, when she turned and noticed, looking more curious than anything.]

[He sighs briefly, but hey, no help for it. Cadets are the size they are, even if they'd snap like a twig with one good tackle.]

Well, welcome to Garden. I'm guessing by the look you're givin' the place that you're new.

Ah. Yes, I have only just arrived.

[She's still not certain what the Gardens could be called. It was a place of learning, to be sure, but none had ever been even a fraction of this size. So she fell back on what she knew.]

This is a... rather large castle.

It's not a castle, but I guess that's pretty close. It's a Garden. There's three of 'em, they're buildings that can fly around if someone turns 'em on.

[He shrugs. It's weird, but everyone things suspending a giant pool of water in midair and playing ball in it is weird too, so who's he to judge?]

[A look of mild surprise makes its way past her impassive mask. Such miracles were rare even in her own era, much less the latter one she had been summoned to previously.]

It does have the appearance of a castle or fortress, however...

[Glancing at the letter again]

According to the information I received, it is, in fact, a school?

Yep. Teaches you how to be a good SeeD, and since you're gonna ask, a SeeD's a mercenary who knows how to use paramagic. And since you're gonna ask what paramagic is, it's magic you take from other things instead'a having it yourself.

[A slight frown]

As a knight, I do not especially approve of becoming a mercenary.

Why's that? I mean, no offense, I don't know much about knights, but they do what their lord tells 'em to, right?

The knights in my kingdom serve the people and take orders from the king. The king himself is the head of the knights, yet is a knight himself whose duties are likewise to the people.

Mercenaries are a necessary part of military forces, yet they have no allegiance to the kingdom.

Oh, well... no kingdoms here, so no kings. There's always an army, I guess, but they wouldn't want you, you're not from this world.

[Kinda blunt there, Jecht. Well, whaddya expect when you ask him to explain all the complicated stuff?]

[Merlin notices the girl in the blue dress, who seems to have that distinct look that people often have when they first arrive here - the look that said that they were currently rather confused and bewildered by all of this.]

Can I help you?

[She keeps her face neutral but she does relax a little, grateful for the help]

Ah, yes. I am searching for...

[She pauses to look over the letter again]

The residency of those who are sponsored by... [Ah, here it is] Carbuncle. Might you know where it is?

Carbuncle? [That's the same sponsorship as Arthur's] I don't think anyone knows where the sponsors live. Or even who they are. It's all rather mysterious. Everyone all lives in the dorms, anyway. Do you need help finding them?

The students all reside within the same halls, regardless of sponsorships?

[That was probably a good thing if they weren't.]

I would have wished to speak with them directly... but perhaps they have their reasons.

[Tilts her head slightly]

Yes, I would be most grateful for any assistance in finding them.

Pretty much. And you can still talk to the Headmaster and the staff, even if you can't talk to the sponsors.

[Merlin grins cheerfully] I'll show you the way! I'm Merlin, by the way.

[That stopped her dead in her tracks. Saber couldn't keep the surprised expression off her face completely.]

Then, at least a part of what this letter claims is true, that there was some accident involving time. You -- if you are indeed the same Merlin I know -- were already old by the time I was born.

I am Arturia Pendragon, though as a Servant in the Holy Grail War I am simply called Saber. Might you know of my father, Uther?

What?

[Her father was Uther? Arthuria Pendragon?

...He was old?!]

What?!

[More surprise.]

So you know of him? Is he very young in your time?

[Still has no idea]

[Merlin is still just staring at you blankly, wondering how exactly he ended up having this conversation]

No, he's not young. [pause] He's old. Really old. And sorry, you're Uther's daughter? [another pause, because Merlin keeps needing to stop to process all of this insanity] He has another one?

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[Now it's her brain's turn to break]

Another? No, I am Uther's sole heir... and he passed away when I was fifteen. I had no other siblings that I am aware of, save my half-sister by our mother.

You can't be, Arthur's Uther's only heir. And Morgana... [Merlin trails off. There's really no way to explain Morgana - and Merlin's still hasn't quite fully processed the fact that Morgana is Merlin's sister either.

And that mention of a sister through her mother makes no sense at all] Who is your mother?

Igraine, Duchess of Cornwall.

[Still reeling from brainbreak]

But... you helped him to win her as his bride, I was told... how could he be old?

Your mother was Ygraine?! [But that can't be right, Ygraine was only even able to have Arthur with Nimueh's magic, she couldn't have had another child.

...and then he was back to staring at her blankly. Helping Uther win her as a bride?!]

What?!

[Her brain can usually adapt quickly -- it has to -- but even she has a limit to what she can process. And right now, these were not the sort of reactions that should make sense. She never knew her father, but she did know of him, and he was certainly younger than the ancient, possibly immortal wizard. How could he be younger than her father, yet know of both her parents?]

You... how could you... ?

I apologize forever for this.

T^T

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The below is what happens when you assume things

Say goodbye to Merlin's brain!

She'll be following close behind

it's like a brain breaking conga line

And here we go!

/gets out a broom to clean up all of these shattered brains

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