Together we stood, heroes about to transcend the tales of men, and transcend to the tales of... Tales better than men! It was a momentous occasion, and my allies stood ready to change the very fabric of time itself! It is a tangled fabric, tied by the knots of misery, and colored a vivid magneta by the sorrow of war! But we shall untie these knots with the fine trained hands of heroism, and will change the color with the paint of justice! My cousin Lucina stood at the front of the gate, and delivered a rousing speech,
"Dearest friends and family, we stand here today to change the course of time itself. It may be an impossible task, but together we can go through and save the world from the disaster of the fell dragon! All of you..."
"Cynthia."
She replied with a passionate, "Of course!" It was a passionate of course, so passionate was her passion that if the passion of her passionate 'Of course' would be placed on the scale of the most passionte passions, it would passionately be placed as the most passionate!
"Kjelle."
She replied with an earth-shattering nod. Kjelle was a confident young woman, with such a level of honor that the great king Marth would be dubbed a monsterous fiend in comparrison! Nay- he would be dubbed an even worse stain than a stain of yellow juice on the crotch of humanity!
"Brady."
The man replied with a nervous gulp. He was by far the most intimidating of the heroes of light, but he had naught the power to defeat a fly! But he was still here, ready to aid us in whatever way he could. Quite honorable, and worthy of a place among us!
"Laurent."
The man replied with a dramatic push up of his glasses. They were quite a legendary pair, with glass made in the forge of the heavens, legs chisled by master blacksmiths, and bridged together by metal from Naga's sword!
"Yarne."
The mighty bunny warrior squealed, but ultimately nodded. To his credit, his squeal was so terrifying that it would strike fear into the hearts of men everywhere. However, I merely laugh at such war crys, so I laughed at him!
"Severa."
The dame replied with a grunt, and a very sarcastic one at that. Her grunts could convey more emotion than any other, and are often seen as the standard that all grunts only dare to reach!
"Nah."
The young woman saluted. She was very well kept together for her young age. She must have been kept together by the sticky honey of the gods, for she will never lose herself!
"Noi-"
"HOW DARE YOU WAIT SO LONG TO CALL MY NAME! I AM NOIRE, THE VERY WOMAN WHO WILL SINGLE HANDEDLY DESTROY ALL THOSE WHO STAND IN MY WAY! HA HA HA HA!"
... Wow. Even I have nothing to say to that.
"... Okay... Inigo."
The flirt replied with a smile that was so bright, the sun rose in jealousy! How the women could possibly refuse this great hero is beyond my mortal comprehension!
"Morgan."
The young woman nodded, but was busy writing things down in her book. That book of strategy must be so impressive that even the world's smartest man would be left unable to triumph over it's secrets!
"Gerome."
The man clenched his teeth, "I have no business with your delusions of saving the world. I am here to send Minerva off with her kind, then rid my name of history books forever."
GASP! What shall we do about this sudden change of events? You'll have to read the next chapter to find out! Now you may loathe me for giving such a terrifying cliffhanger, but a true hero always leaves you in suspense! Next time:
Chapter 2: Seriously Serious!