I promised that I would do it. And I did it. This is using Golden Age Guts, so that means he isn't going to act like Black Swordsman Guts, keep that in mind. If you feel like I did anything wrong, let me know, and I'll fix it.

Guts opened his eyes suddenly, scanning the blank blue sky above him. He turned his head left, then right. In both directions, several tall, brown barked trees were spread out in either direction, their green leaves leaving spots of shadow on the earth. The dirt that Guts lay in was soft, almost to the point where the commander of the Hawks Raiders could feel himself sink into it. He sat up slowly, looking down at his body to be sure that there were no wounds. His red cape was covered with dirt, yet his armor looked pristine.

He stood up, ignoring the dizziness that ensued immediately afterwards. Guts looked behind him, and saw his great sword sticking out of the earth. Guts furrowed his brow, and gripped the hilt pulling it out of the ground. Dirt stuck on tip of the sword, and Guts rubbed it off with his finger. The square pommel of the sword looked as if it were brand new, and the white wraps around the handle looked to have been replaced, as were the rivets of the guard.

The blade looked to have been recently sharpened, even though Guts knew that he never did it. Meaning that someone had fixed parts of his sword. He slid it into its sheath, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath, and let it out.

Where was he?

His mind drew a blank when he asked that question. Guts placed a hand on his chin, and furrowed his brow. What did he remember doing before he woke up here? He remembered talking to Griffith before a battle… and for some reason he kept drawing a blank on what came afterwards.

At any rate, standing in the middle of the woods wasn't going to get anything done. Guts looked around himself once more, his eyes catching his metal helmet at the base of a nearby tree. He walked over, and picked it up from the ground. This too, looked to be fresh forged. He placed it atop his head, and began walking north.

He would keep walking until he found someone who could tell him where the hell he was.

Corrin's eyes shot open, and she sat up instantly from the soft dirt that she was laying in. Her breathing was ragged and fast, and her red eyes looked around in all directions, spotting several tall trees surrounding her. She stood up, and took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself. She shut her eyes, and cleared her mind.

Okay.

She reopened her eyes, and looked behind her, seeing the Yato sticking out of the ground. There was just one problem. It wasn't the fully formed Yato. It was the same Yato she first started out with. A yellow long sword with three spikes for a pommel. Corrin locked her fingers together and stretched upwards, letting out a yawn. After that, she gripped the hilt of the sword, and drew it from the earth. Now, for the first question.

Where was she?

The last thing she could remember was being crowned queen of Valla… and then nothing. She shook her head, her long white hair flowing with the movement. She looked down at her body, seeing her white plate armor. She furrowed her brow in confusion however. This armor looked to be fresh forged, her armor that she was wearing was full of dents and scratches from countless battles, yet this… looked pristine.

The earth felt soft beneath her bare feet, and she wiggled her toes. She needed to find someone that could give her directions, then after that, she would make her way back to one of the three kingdoms to ask what was going on. If she was lucky, she would find a Pegasus rider to fly her back.

She wondered if her brothers and sisters were worrying after her…

He had been walking for two hours straight, and still, he saw no sign of civilization. Just more forest. He saw a couple deer and an abundance of chubby faced squirrels running about, but not a single person. If he could just find a road, then he could find people. Guts would follow that road until he reached some sort of populated area. Hell, he'd probably just find people on the road who could tell him where he was.

Birdsong assaulted his ears, and he blinked. What if Griffith and the rest of the Hawks were in the same situation that he was in right now? Just wandering the forest trying to find their way back to the group? Casca, Pippin, Judeau, and Corkus… were they in the forest with him? If they were, then they had to have been doing the same thing he was doing right? Trying to find civilization? If that were the case, then he had a good chance of running into them on the way.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, Guts smiled as he found a small dirt path, wide enough for three men to walk side by side. He stepped onto it, and looked to his right, then his left. Both directions went straight left, and straight right, as far as the eye could see.

Standing there meant more time wasted, so he decided to go right. It was a hot day today, sweat was pouring down the sides of his face. After a few more minutes of walking, his eyes widened as a woman just stepped out of the forest onto the road. His brow furrowed when he noticed her odd features.

She had long white hair that reached to the middle of her back. She wore white plate armor that conformed to her figure, but it had a gap in the upper thigh and crotch region, the only thing there being a pair of black undergarments. She wore a blue shoulder cape that reached the back of her upper thighs. His eyes went to her feet, and they widened when he noticed that she was not wearing any shoes. She was pretty, in a sort of… otherworldly way.

She looked to the right of her, then to her left, and saw Guts standing there. She smiled, and ran over to him. That was when Guts noticed the long yellow sword she held in her right hand. It was an odd looking blade; nothing that looked like that it should belong in a battle. It looked more like a decorative ornament that a noble would hang upon their wall.

Once she was close enough, Guts could see that she had red eyes, and pointed ears. This was most definitely no normal woman. The last thing he met with eyes that red killed five hundred of his men and threw him around like a ragdoll. If this girl was anything like Zodd, then he had to be careful. His hand went instinctively to the hilt of his sword.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw that, and put up her left hand.

"I mean you no harm sir! I just was wondering if I may ask you where I am?" She said.

Guts furrowed his brow.

"I was going to ask you the same thing." Guts said.

She furrowed her own brow.

"Well… I have no idea. I just woke up a few hours ago in this forest. I don't know how I ended up here." She said, placing a hand on her cheek.

Gut's eyes widened.

"Me too. I can't remember a thing about how I got here." He told her.

She extended her right hand after moving her sword to her left.

"My name is Corrin; it is a pleasure to meet you." Corrin said.

Guts looked at the extended hand, and then hesitantly took it in his right hand. Corrin's hands were smaller than his by far, but when they made skin contact, he could feel several calluses and a few large scars. She had been using that sword, and for a long time as well.

"I'm Guts." He said, pulling his hand away.

She was a head shorter than he was, and she radiated a feeling of… childlike innocence.

"That's a… odd name. Well, anyhow, since we're both stuck in the same situation, how about we stick together? It's dangerous to be walking around the forest alone anyhow." Corrin said.

"I guess there isn't any harm in it." Guts said. "I was heading that way." He said, pointing ahead of him.

"Then it's that way we go." Corrin said.

Guts nodded, and marched ahead, Corrin following closely behind. Twenty minutes of silent walking, then Corrin said.

"So which kingdom are you from? I would guess Nohr. Am I correct?" Corrin asked.

Nohr? What the hell was Nohr? He certainly hasn't heard of it.

"No. I'm from Midland." Guts told her.

She stopped in her tracks.

"Midland?" She asked.

Guts turned to look at her.

"Yes. Midland, where are you from?" Guts asked.

"Well… I'm not at liberty to say, but I was raised in two different kingdoms in my life. Nohr and Hoshido. Though, I lived most of it in Nohr." Corrin said.

Hoshido? He hadn't heard of that either.

"Are those even real? I've looked at plenty of maps with a friend of mine of the world, and I've never seen Nohr or Hoshido." Guts told her.

Corrin furrowed her brow.

"Well… I've never seen Midland on a map of my world… oh gods…" Corrin said.

"What?" Guts asked.

She stared at the ground a moment, and then looked into his eyes.

"It's probably nothing, but if we can find a map of where we are, that would help a lot." Corrin told him.

"Alright then." Guts said.

The swordsman just realized how odd of a situation he was in right now. He was walking through a forest with a girl that didn't wear shoes, had white hair, red eyes, and pointy ears. She was talking about countries that he was almost certain did not exist, and he woke up with no recollection of how he had got here. His head was beginning to hurt from all of it.

They kept walking for about an hour, and he could see that the sun was about ready to set. Guts sighed, he thought that at some point that him and Corrin would come across some form of civilization, but more, and more road just stretched out ahead.

What was Griffith doing right now? Had he organized search parties to find him yet? His right hand went to the hilt of his sword once he heard several footsteps behind him. When he turned, he saw ten men in rags brandishing knives and short swords. They were all rugged looking, and he could smell how rancid they were.

"Well well well. Look what we have ere' boys. It isn't safe in the forest at night. There are thieves and murderers about don't you know?" The one in the far back said.

One of his eye sockets was empty, and his brown, matted hair reached down over his ears. His patchy beard had clumps of food in it, and his teeth were yellow and crooked. He had deep crow's feet, along with several deep wrinkles.

The other men were in a similar state to him, but not as old looking.

"Kill the man boys, the girl looks like nobility. We can ransom her off to whoever her daddy is later." The man said.

Corrin stood with her back straight, and stuck her sword out to her right. She lifted her left elbow up, and she looked more ready to dance than fight. Guts drew his great sword, and held it in their direction. The ruffians took a step back after seeing it, their eyes wide with fear.

"Don't be afraid! With a sword that big, he's slow!" The leader yelled.

"Listen!" Corrin yelled. "There's no need for this! Just back away and leave us alone!"

Guts shot her a sideways glance. She really was naïve.

"How're me and my boys supposed to eat then? Tell you what girl, you come with us willingly and we'll let that big oaf go, what do you say?" He asked.

Corrin glared at him.

"You can't expect me to just go with you." Corrin said.

"Then I guess your boyfriend is as good as dead! Get them!" He yelled.

Three of them dashed forwards, and Guts took a deep breath. He ran forwards, and swung with all of his might, separating all three of them from their midsections. Blood flew everywhere, and that seemed to be enough to send the rest of them fleeing away from him.

"M-monster!" The leader yelled, scampering away.

Guts let out a small laugh. Bastards like that were all talk until you showed them how weak they really were.

He turned to Corrin, who looked at him with wide eyes.

"That was impressive Guts, still… I wish that it wouldn't have to come to bloodshed." Corrin said.

"Are you some kind of noble?" Guts asked her.

Corrin nodded.

"Yes. It's a really long story." She said.

"Being born a noble isn't a long story." Guts said.

"Well… for me it kind of is." Corrin said. "At any rate, we should continue on."

Guts nodded, and turned back around. He doubted that those guys would come back again after that, but just in case, he kept his ears open. They continued walking along the path until the sun set the darkness of the night making it near impossible to see. Guts stopped, and so did Corrin.

"We need to stop for tonight. We'll keep going tomorrow." Guts told her.

"That's probably a good idea… my legs were starting to get tired anyway." Corrin said.

Guts looked to his right, seeing the dense expanse of forest ahead. It was dark, but there had to be enough wood to make a fire. Then again… a fire might attract more unwanted brigands. This was going to be a long night for sure. His mind wandered back to Griffith and the Hawks. What were they doing right now? He was so worried.

...

Corrin gathered as many dry fallen branches as she could possibly carry, and brought them back to the campsite. Guts had been constructing a fire pit, digging a small hole in the ground with his hands. It was wide enough for him to stand in, and when she neared, he turned his head.

"Bring it over here." He told her.

Corrin nodded, walking over beside him and laying them down in the hole. After a bit of fumbling, Guts started the fire with some flint and steel he kept in his satchel. It warmed her skin standing near it. The forest was somewhat chilly at night. She went over to the other side of the fire, laying the Yato down right next to her. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and stared at the roaring flames.

The fire itself was only about half as tall as she was, and her and Guts could handle any brigand that might come and rob them, so she allowed herself to relax. Guts took off his helmet, and laid it down on top of his sword. She examined his face, seeing that a few scars adorned his admittedly handsome face. The most notable however, being the small horizontal one across the bridge of his nose.

He had short, spiky black hair, and had brown eyes. It couldn't go without saying that Guts was huge, the same size as Benny and Fuga. When she saw him cut those three men down, she had thought of asking him to join her cause, but then she remembered that she had already completed that task.

Besides, he probably had other business to attend to. She stared at his face for the longest time after she realized how much he reminded her of-

"Why are you staring at me?" Guts asked.

"Oh! Sorry… you just… kind of look like someone I know. Kind of." She said. "His name is Ike… I met him a long time ago."

"Never heard of him." Guts said, scratching his cheek.

They stayed silent for a few moments, and then Corrin noticed that he was staring at her face.

"Now you're the one staring at me." She said.

"You look weird." Guts said.

Corrin visibly flinched at that.

"Not in a bad way, calm down. I mean… you just don't look like any other woman I've ever seen. I only know one person with white hair. I've never seen anyone with red eyes and pointy ears either… well, technically." Guts said.

Corrin pointed to him.

"Your ears are kind of pointy aren't they?" She asked.

Guts went to feel his right ear, his index and thumb rubbing the small point in it.

"Kind of I guess." He said.

More silence passed.

"Do you have any family?" Corrin asked.

Guts frowned deeply.

"No." He said his voice stern.

Corrin knew that it must have been a somewhat touchy subject for him, so she didn't press the matter further. His eyes went to the fire, looking empty and sad. She regretted asking him immediately.

"I'm sorry…" Corrin said.

Guts looked up at her.

"It's alright… What about you? Any family?" Guts asked.

Corrin's mood brightened.

"Yes. Four brothers and four sisters. Two of my brothers married two of my sisters. And another two brothers married another two sisters." Corrin said.

Guts sneered in disgust.

"They aren't related! I swear! They're from different families; I was just raised by both." She said.

Gut's face went from one of disgust, to one of confusion.

"Aren't you related to them?" He asked.

Corrin sighed.

"No… I thought I was for the longest time, but it turned out that I wasn't." She said. "I told you that me being a noble was complicated."

Guts nodded in agreement.

"I guess you were right. So what kind of noble are you exactly?" Guts asked.

Corrin widened her eyes, and then took a deep breath.

"Well… I'm a queen." She said.

Guts own eyes widened considerably, and he almost fell backwards out of surprise.

"Whoa! Calm down, it's still a new kind of thing." Corrin said.

"The hell is a queen doing wandering around a forest!?" Guts yelled.

"I told you, I can't remember!" She yelled back.

Guts pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You have got to be kidding me." Guts said. "Queens aren't supposed to… well, look like you."

Corrin clenched her teeth.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" She yelled.

"I mean that queens are supposed to act like complete asses! Dressing like chandeliers and all that. They don't wield swords, wear armor, or walk around barefoot." Guts said.

"Well this one does." Corrin said. "I can understand your skepticism however. Sorry for yelling."

Guts sighed. Staying silent. More awkward silence passed before she willed up the courage to ask another question.

"What is it you do?" She asked him.

Guts looked up at her.

"I'm a mercenary in the Band of the Hawk." Guts said.

"Band of the Hawk? I can't say that I've heard of your group." She said.

"We are known as death on the battlefield, we're the strongest army in Midland at the moment. At least I think so." Guts said. "It would probably be best if you got some rest. Go on, I'll take first watch."

Corrin nodded, and laid on her back. She placed her arms behind her head, and shut her eyes.

"Thank you. Good night." She said.

Ten seconds went by until he finally responded with

"Good night."

Leave a fucking review or I will eat your entire family in front of you. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Also… this isn't in Midland, or Nohr, or Hoshido, or Valla.