A Colorful Character: The Scion of Legend
"At last, the time has come. I have faced numerous hardships and countless enemies by enduring it with great valor and tremendous strength. Now I have finally reached their insidious master, who has been plaguing the world for over a millennia. As I approached the door, my sword hand began to twitch uncontrollably. 'Down, sword hand!' I commanded. As I opened the door, a bright light beamed through the entrance and –"
"Owain get down from there! You're on dinner duty tonight!" Lissa called after her future son, who was standing on top of a rock by a waterfall.
Owain jumped down and went over to his mother. He knelt down on one knee and placed his right over his heart.
"Forgive me mother! I did not intend to shirk my responsibilities as the one who was destined to prepare the meal our comrades shall partake in this evening." Owain apologized epically.
Lissa sweat dropped. Sure, she and her son have been reunited for quite some time now, but it still doesn't make it any easier getting used to his overly zealous antics. At least he's a sweet heart and all that passion goes in the right direction, thought Lissa.
"It's ok! Just hurry up and go help your partner. It's getting close to dinner time." Lissa said as she left.
"Time to go and create a dish only fit for gods and goddesses!" Owain dashed off to the kitchen tent.
Upon arrival, he saw that his partner tonight was Noire, who was standing over a pot and holding pepper in her hand, looking worried about whether or not to put some in the stew.
"Hoy there!" greeted Owain. Startled, Noire dropped the pepper she was holding into the pot.
"Eep! Oh no! Now the stew is all messed up!" cried Noire. "What am I supposed to make for dinner now?"
Owain, seeing this as a chance to step in and be a hero (also because this was totally his fault), decided to help the shy Noire fix the stew.
"Fear not, Noire! For I am the one who was sent to be your companion in the culinary arts for tonight!"
At the same time, Kjelle walked into the kitchen to see what the commotion was all about.
"Why are you guys yelling?" Kjelle stopped and thought about her question. "Noire, why are you yelling?"
"I-I messed up dinner!" Noire explained sadly. "I dropped a whole bottle of pepper into the pot and now it's ruined!"
"Are you sure? It smells good to me." Kjelle took a spoon and dipped it into the pot and took a sip. "There's nothing wrong with this Noire. It tastes perfect!"
"R-really?" Noire asked, hopeful that no one would notice her cooking catastrophe.
Owain decided to grab a spoon and taste the damage that was done to the stew. He instantly regretted it.
"Ack! Ptooey!" Owain quickly spit out the overly spicy stew and drank some water to help with the mouth burns. He should probably see his mother later and have her heal the injuries.
"Dear gods, that was terrible! This is some kind new age torture device! Who in the world would want to eat—". Owain turned around, after feeling someone glare at him and hearing the sound of someone sniffling. Owain instantly felt bad.
"I'm sorry, Noire. We can make the stew over again! This batch is only terrible because of the pepper that was spilled in it." The myrmidon said trying to comfort her. Kjelle rolled her eyes.
"Stop exaggerating! It wasn't bad at all. I say we serve it as it is."
"What sort of nefarious plot did you devise for our comrades?" Owain's eyes widened at a sudden thought. "Do you plan on poisoning the army? Egads! Perhaps you're a false Kjelle and the real one was capture by some lowlife dastards! Noire cover me as I get help!"
As Owain started to run off, Kjelle caught the myrmidon and dragged him back into the kitchen.
"I'm the real Kjelle, dummy! I just thought the stew tasted really good…"
Owain suddenly came to another conclusion. Kjelle must be cursed! He thought. Why else would she think that putrid stew was so delicious?
"Noire, quickly! Contact your mother!"
"Why…?"
"I think Kjelle has been cursed with a hex that distorts her taste buds!" Owain exclaimed.
Kjelle, thoroughly annoyed by the insufferable myrmidon, hit him on the head. "I'm not cursed! Though my taste buds might explain why my cooking is so bad…"
"Exactly! Cursed or not, you should see if you can have your taste in food improved!"
Noire took notice that there wasn't much time to prepare dinner left and needed to get started on a new dish immediately. "Umm, guys…"
"There's nothing wrong with my taste in food!" yelled Kjelle.
"Hey…"
"There is, if you think that accursed stew was delicious!" Owain retorted.
"I need to start making the—"
"You know what Owain, I don't think Chrom would mind if I stabbed you a few times!" Kjelle exclaimed, while taking out her lance.
"Don't start fighting in—"
"You wish to do battle with me, the scion of legend? Oh how a foolish fool would foolishly make such a foolhardy foolish mistake! Prepare yourself, Kjelle!" Owain said as he took out his sword, Mistletainn.
"BLOOD AND THUNDER!" Two arrows were shot at both the myrmidon and the paladin, who both luckily dodged them in time.
"FOOLISH MORTALS! HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT MY TIME TO MAKE A FEAST! DO NOT INTERFERE WITH MY COOKING AGAIN OR ELSE I SHALL SEND YOU TO THE ABYSS!"
Sensing that their impending doom may be upon them, Owain and Kjelle left the kitchen instantly.
Since Owain was forcefully removed from his dinner duty for the night, he decided to start working on some names for his moves. He walked over to a nice, quiet place near the river and began with his epic naming skills.
"Shadow DRAAAAAGON! Radiaaant DAAAAAWN!"
However, it seemed that the gods weren't on the colorful myrmidon's side today, as a blue armor clad mercenary, who was also by the river, decided to walk over to where Owain was practicing.
"Hey there."
I enjoyed writing this chapter! Owain is just so much fun to write about. It don't understand why there aren't many fanfics about him. He's just so awesome and epic! Tell me your thoughts about this story, please! Bye humans! :-3