AN: Well, shit, I'm restarting this story. I really want to finish Clash, but I keep hitting a brick wall, so this will vent out my frustration at that. The summary was changed as well, so keep some parts of it in mind, cause her were go!


Chapter 1


Four figures were walking along a field for a return trip. It had been a good patrol for them, wandering around the fields and mountains of Ylisse.

Well, for two of them at least.

"Chro~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~m, I'm tired, how much longer are we going to be walking?" the shortest of the four whined, her blond pigtails bouncing as she groveled her feet into the ground. She just below the shoulder of the largest one of the group, her hair not included.

"Milady, you could always ride on my horse," the second largest one said, the creature's reins in his right hand, with the brown horse seemingly agreeing, walking along it's rider while nodding. His armor was shining brilliantly in the summer sun, with his mount carrying his well used and refined lance.

"Really? You mean that I don't have to walk anymore?" she asked, a new burst of energy having her bounce up and down, her healing staff falling off of her back.

"No, Frederick, don't let her. She seemed to gain more energy when the offer was made," the blue haired head of the group said, smiling when said girl turned around to face him with a nasty scowl. Well, as nasty as she could give; it was more like a young puppy was trying to scare an old war dog with a bark.

"It seems that your right, milord. Lady Lissa will not ride on my horse unless you command me to let her so," Fredrick agreed, walking a little faster, his ride following him.

"What!? Fredrick!"

The knight's face didn't move a muscle, other than scan the road for pebbles, his mind unable to think of what would happen if someone were to trip.

"Chrom you jerk!" she yelled, hitting her leader with her healing staff, hoping to 'knock' some sense into him.


"Get back here, traitor! You're wanted on account of deserting and directly disobeying orders!"

A group of Plegian rough and tumble bounty hunters had been chasing what they had been told was an easy target, but apparently, he was more concerned on fleeing the area, and not giving them a good fight.

Frustrated at their targets seeming cowardice, a mage in the group blindly fired a bolt of lightning, only for it to hit a building to a nearby town. The building quickly rose to flames, as it hit the wooden roof of the home.

A panicked scream that came from the building, caught the attention of the bounty hunters.

"Say boss, couldn't we just say that he fell into a ditch while he was running, breaking his neck, and loot the village instead," a mercenary said, pulling his sword out.

The head of the group seemed to think about it, then nodded, brandishing his ax.

"The whelp's probably going to die out here without weapons anyway. Burn the town, take anything shiny, and save the girls for later," he said with a sick smile, charging to the village.

They had been at it for a few more hours now, when part of the sky seemed to have turn dark, as smoke was rising upwards.

"Hey, that's coming from Southtown!" Lissa shouted, taking off regardless of what lay ahead.

"Wait, Lissa!" Chrom called, running after her, until a sturdy pair of arms hoisted him up and he landed behind the Great Knight, his steed already caught up with the princess, picking her up and riding on.

"Fredrick?" they both asked in confusion, as he had never acted like this before. Sure, he would take them on his horse if something had happened, but never without a command or request.

As if realizing what he had done, the stoic man had a rare flustered look on his face, stuttering to get an explanation out, only unable to find one.

Unnoticed to them, was a hooded man, who fell to the ground, fighting the demon in his head, tapping into its power to give the knight the urge to do as he did.


The town was in flames by the time the trio had reached it, with bandits seemingly having free range over the area.

Dead bodies were everywhere, and several local women were kept in a separate corner, with other civilians fleeing the area.

The sight sickened the two of royal blood, while Fredrick kept his eyes steady, glancing around for potential threats. This group didn't seem to well prepared, as if they were meant to return to where ever they came from, and were on the tail end of it. It also seemed that they had put little effort in defending their position, having a charge to be devastating.

"Milord, it would be easier if you and lady Lissa were to dismount my horse and follow on foot, it would keep us from being targeted at once," the knight said, glancing around still.

"You're probably right, they seem like they've been running for a while too, let's make this quick," Chrom said. "Emm's waiting for us back in Ylisstol."


Sand was billowing through, as a sandstorm came charging through, with some grains managing to sneak through some odd cracks in the walls and doors.

Two figures were walking the halls of the building, in complete silence, not looking at the other person. After they reached a certain door, the taller one of the two opened it, with them walking in.

In the middle of the room, was a table made of the bones of several children, mostly from ones they killed in their many raids for the second member. On top of it was a rather large crystal ball, overlooking two people in separate areas. Well, separate areas and times, as one of them was supposed to cross in at any given moment.

Regardless, they watched with eager fascination, as the orb focused on the male of the pair, with him wandering around aimlessly in the forests, a scared and panicked look always covering his face.

"Isn't so fun to watch, him completely panicked and confused, after he destroyed a village from nearly five leagues away, without his physical knowledge," the second member said, a hood covering his face, with an odd white strand of hair falling down, mirroring his grim smile, somehow.

"Yes, though I am still quite confused, you haven't told my why you stopped when you started to merge with him. You could do so now, with his panicked and weakened state," the taller one said, his black hair seemingly absorbing all the light in the area, being a few physical steps away from being a black hole.

"I've thought about that, but Naga has been a pain in my side; he'll just serve as a stepping stone to my further goals," the hooded man said, dismissing the subject, before kneeling down on the floor, preparing another attempt to mess with the already scared man, closing his eyes.


Chrom and Lissa were walking around after being awoken by something, feeling that something wasn't right. Well, Chrom did, the blonde just followed him like she was a puppy to its mother.

The bandits that they encountered in Southtown seemed to be bounty hunters of some sort, chasing after a figure that fled from their employer nearly four months ago, hiding between the boarder of Plegia and Ylisse, before crossing over, presumably to seek refuge.

Was the person a slave? They knew that an underground slave trade existed in Plegia, but from what the prince understood from reports of intercepting slavers, slave bounty hunters were generally single working people, not wanting to have their share taken by other people. If a group of them agreed to form a truce to find one person, they must have put a high amount of value in this person, as they were visibly stronger than other bandits they faced before the encounter.

After walking around for a few minutes, the air became a deadly quite, not like what they were used to find out here in the woods. Even during the winter, there was the odd bird that chirped its mind, going quite again after a few moments.

"Why is it so quiet?" Lissa asked, glancing around, not sure what was going to occur.

She cursed just as quietly, jinxing it as the earth started to rumble, as it released its blood, a scouring red of molten rock, cascading into the sky and around the ground. Running from the area, the pair didn't notice Fredrick chasing after them wildly, halting every now and then to calm his spooked mount, attempting to get to move.


Back in the room, the tall one just stared at the hood, being thrown rejected at the floor, before footsteps came running back, the same man from before, picking it up, putting it on, and slammed a raw amount of dark magic against the table.

The bones instantly disappeared into ash, as the crystal sitting on it stayed in place, hovering over what had just been. A few seconds later, the hooded man grabbed the orb, crushed it with his raw power, and slammed the fragments into the ground, breaking into even smaller parts.

"Milord?" the taller one asked, standing a good two meters away, in case he became the target of the man's neurotic attacks, as he proceeded to punch the wall, creating several cracks and fractures.

They would have to be fixed later.

"He fought, back, the nerve of him."