Hey.
This is my first fanfic and my first story I've ever written so I hope, but don't expect, people like it. I don't know why I chose to do a fanfic in the Tellius universe as my first considering they were not my favorite games because it took too long to do anything. I just kind of felt like doing it so I did! Hope you enjoy the first chapter of Displacement!
Note: I own nothing! Aside from my own characters! Fire Emblem and characters belong to Nintendo, George Lucas owns Chewie and Star Wars, and J.R.R. Tolkien's descendants own Gondor and LOTR!
Oww… Pain… Lots of pain… What's with the headache?
Where am I? What was I last doing?
Now I remember. I was out in my backyard messing around with the pride and joy of my sword collection: A battle-ready, Damascus forged steel Katana.
Speaking of which where is my sword? Ouch! Ohh. There it is, I'm lying on top of it. Good thing it somehow got in its sheath, otherwise it would hurt worse.
Back to what I was doing: swinging my sword around and then… What happened next? I slipped and hit my head on the porch! Then there was darkness, and then I woke up here… Wherever here is.
Next question: where is here?
I open my eyes only to immediately shut them when the extremely bright sun nearly blinds me
OWWW! The pain is back!
Slowly I open my eyes again, allowing them to adjust to the light. I lift my head up to look around me to seen nothing but some trees and some grass.
Well, I know I'm not in my backyard anymore. That narrows it down to only about anywhere else in the world.
I then look down at myself to see if I'm in one piece.
At least I didn't cut anything off when I fell. Oww! I really must move that sword out from under me!
Rolling over onto my side, I grab the sword and set it next to me. Then I lay down again.
Well it seems that at least some of my appendages work. Let's try the others.
I sit up and stretch, a loud groan escaping me. I move my feet and, satisfied that they are working within normal parameters, smile. I then twist my back to pop it and am rewarded with every disc popping. "Ahh… That feels much better", I say to myself, "Now, let's try standing." I slowly stand up with every joint in my body making a loud popping noise. "Whoa!" I exclaim, "That was loud."
I bend over to dust the dirt off my clothes and notice that I'm not wearing the woodland BDU pants and hiking boots I had been wearing. Nor was I wearing my brown Star Wars T-shirt with Chewbacca on the front and the words 'When all else fails send in the wookie'. Looking at my hands I notice that neither am I wearing the white cotton gloves that I wear when either playing my Euphonium or handling my swords.
Instead, I'm wearing black leather boots, Brown pants of some tough but soft material that I can't identify with a leather sword belt, a white long-sleeved shirt with rather poofy sleeves, a black leather brigandine over the shirt, and black leather fingerless gloves. "What the hell am I wearing?" I ask myself.
Then I hear a rumbling of footsteps and horses. Soon after words a group of individuals in black armor both on horseback and on foot came bursting around a copse of trees to the left. Acting on instinct, I grab my katana from where it lay on the ground, buckle it to my sword belt and run as fast as I can towards and into another copse of trees off to the right. Hoping that the black armored men didn't see me I crouch in the undergrowth. In a typical display of my often miserable powers of observation I fail to notice the bright orange clad, green-haired, and unconscious woman behind me as I crouch and try to see through the brush if the men were giving chase.
Suddenly I hear the clash of steel against steel off to my left. "Maybe they'll forget about me during the confusion." My eyes widen as I notice a black armored figure trying, and failing, to walk quietly through the trees towards my position. Without a single thought I pull my katana out of its sheath, hold it with both hands, and charge at the man, yelling as a loud battle cry the first thing that comes to mind, "For Gondor!" The man stabs at my chest with his spear. I tilt my body to the right to avoid the thrust and, in the same motion, swing my katana horizontally from right to left at stomach height. My swing slices deep into the man's stomach, disemboweling him, and I manage to stop myself approximately 3 feet behind the man. He drops his spear and clutches at his stomach in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding before falling to his knees. The man soon slumps over, unconscious and doomed to die. After taking a few deep breathes to regain control over my lungs, I turn around and see the unconscious, dying man and curiously feel nothing. It is then that I see the bright orange dress of the woman who I had unknowingly been two feet in front of before charging at the black armored man.
Why does she seem familiar to me? None of my friends would be caught dead wearing a bright orange dress like that, and what's with the green hair? Now that I think about it, this entire situation seems rather familiar. Almost as though I've done this before…
Interrupting my thought pattern, a blue haired guy with a cape steps into the brush looking around. His eyes soon find me as I stare at him with my mouth hanging open because I had just realized why the situation seemed so damn familiar.
I'm in Path of Radiance!
With this revelation, my eyes roll up into my head and I fall to the ground unconscious.
Whew! That is the end of the first chapter of Displacement. I hope you enjoyed it and will review. Sincerest apology to foxwolfjackson for stealing his starting point, but I couldn't think of a better place to start with how I wanted the story to work out.
Note: I unfortunately do not actually own the katana I only wish that I did but the one it is based off of is more than $700, which is more than I can afford to spend currently.
Note: I do actually own that very same t-shirt, I got it in Disneyworld when I went there for summer tour with an orchestra and choir that I play the Euphonium in. Yes I do wear white cotton glove when I play my Euphonium because I don't want to smudge her. She is my love and my joy, and cost me nearly $3000 dollars, and she is silver and very shiny. I also viciously attack any who smudge her.
Note: I do have a sword collection which currently contains 10 swords, none of which are battle-ready unfortunately. I also own an actual army issue M16 bayonet with a complete survival kit.