Legend:
}-P.S-{ = perspective shift
{background actions or circumstances}
[Characters Writing or letters/notes]
(flashback)
author body note/commentary
*sound effect
^marks a phrase that can be translated from a real language^
/story break for a character/teigu/tentai heiki/monster breakdown/
BOLD: demon talking, outside force talking, basically anything not explicitly human talking
ITALICS: thoughts, expositional description, emphasis on a particular word
Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the following original/fanfictional works: most of these will be referenced and inspired the story being written. All the credits for the original work go to the creators of their respective pieces. I hope that my story will be far enough removed from any individual story that it could become a file off the serial number work, but regardless it still pays homage to these great stories.
Undertale
Homestuck
Final Fantasy VII
Final Fantasy XII
Dissidia Duodecim: Final Fantasy
+Anima
Akame Ga Kill
Colonel Saber: AGK fanfic
A.N:
This is my very first attempt at writing a story in a more professional light, and as such it is my first fanfiction. I do not mind criticism or advice from other writers, and in fact, appreciate it very much. However, I do ask that you please be courteous and not attempt to try and tear me down or make me feel useless. I am a devout Christian. And it will neither work nor will it accomplish anything aside from me continuing my work with all the more fervor. Anyways, the prologue will be extremely slow because like Esdese I'd like to get some of the more tedious things over with, but as the reader you can skip to chapter one and jump right in to the story, the prologue is only intended to provide a staging for the story and explain a small amount of where I intend to go with The Oblivion Soldier.
p.s. This story will not be a true crossover despite the obvious influences and connections that will be made to some of these stories later on. so please do note that despite the heavy influences of final fantasy XII later on in the story as well as a mixture of the plot and antagonists of FFXII none of the main cast, as well as many of the main events, will not appear at all in this fanfiction. despite the fact that it is my favorite FF game to date, Ashe and Basche are dead, and for all intents and purposes the rest of the protagonists, aside from Lamont, do not exist in this world. Also, this story doesn't take any real inspiration from Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion, any connections are purely coincidental unless otherwise noted in a future AN.
Without Further Ado, I hope you enjoy my AKG fanfiction
The Oblivion Soldier: Tatsumi of the Autha-Gaulir
_Tatsumi_
A young man sits under a tree, from appearance alone no-one would have ever guessed that he was a soldier, one who had seen, participated in, and ruled like a beast in lurid, vicious, hellish war. And no-one would ever have guessed it because he spent all of his time, even when he was a man of war, devoting his life, to life itself. He always wrote when he could detailing his entire journey with the fury of untold passion as a writer, and not a soldier. He wrote of everything that he had lived and experienced. The beauty of the hills, the streams, the forests, and the whole of nature. He wrote of the wonder of humans, their achievements, their villages, their cities, and just as with nature he wrote of the whole majesty of society in all of its forms that he had seen thus far in his travels.
The soldier never forgot to write in his journal, and he always found the time for it. He wanted to make sure that some part of his experiences and everything that he'd ever observed in his life would remain, if only for a little while when he died. He did believe that eventually, he would come back, as his religion and Faith in God firmly implanted that he wouldn't cease to exist after death. But this only meant that he wasn't writing so that he wouldn't be forgotten. No the young soldier always wrote so that, if any one soul would ever read his story, maybe they would be able to glean some knowledge, some shred of information that would allow them to live a better life, one that would help them be free and happy, and perhaps inspire them to help others. The young soldier wrote to inspire, to entertain, to catharsis, to teach, to relax, to show people that they were all letting life pass them by, when they were completely wrapped up in their own life, and not looking around to see anyone else's.
[…I walked an hour, and yet with all that I saw and can write about, one would think I had walked a year. In my brief journey, I could see the leaves falling from the trees, denoting the end of summer and the coming fall. I took note of the energy and vivaciousness of the blissfully innocent children as they played in a field, running around and enjoying the sun. The villager's out and shopping, trading, cooking, reading, building…and all other forms of life in movement. But I don't think anyone of them could see everything that was happening. I don't think anyone looked around to realize, that their story, wasn't the only one being written. And as always, once again the earth moves calmly forward as it always has, awaiting the day of reckoning and promise of the 2nd arrival of the lamb. And I must come to wonder once again if anyone sees the simple beauty of life's rhythm. The music of nature, the sopranos as filled by the birds and chirps of insects. The bass of the frogs in the pond, the cymbalic ring of sword against sword, the drumming beat of marching metal, the soft humming chorus of an army, anticipant of the coming sorrow of human sacrifice for life. I wonder if anyone else truly appreciates the music, the simple music…of life.]
*trrc
Tatsumi jerked his head at the snapping twig, prepared immediately to end life if necessary. A soldier of his walked into the small clearing that his commanding officer was resting at. "Sir, I come bearing a message for you, orders from the capital!" Tatsumi relaxed recognizing his messenger, a young man named james. "Very well, at ease soldier, what is this message, corporal?" The soldier saluted bringing his arm in a fist over his heart, arm stretched out.
"His Majesty, Emperor Makoto the 6th would like for you to return to the capital to receive a
special assignment, he says that he is anticipant of your progress as the Nation's Hero, and wishes to make full use of the capabilities of the Autha-Gaulir legion." Tatsumi pondered for a moment. "Thank you, have Lieutenant James prepare the troops to return home, I will move on ahead and meet with his Majesty, please make it known that I expect all of to be you back by the end of the week. You are dismissed, Corporal." James soluted bring his arm out to ninety degrees and placing his fist over his heart."Yes sir, thank you, sir."
The young man sat for a little while longer, pensively contemplating how far he had brought himself from when he had joined the imperial army as a kid, all those years ago. But rather than continuing to reminisce about his past he got up, dusted himself off, and once again walked towards the future. It was time for him to once again don his Armor, and resume his life as the Imperial Dragon. Not that he minded, of course, he didn't live just for the small moments of respite, no, He lived to change this world for the better. As he walked forward a reflection suddenly popped up in front of him, as he walked into it the apparently new formed mirror shattered and disappeared, and him along with it.
A soldier, not the young man he appears to be. Tatsumi of the Autha-Gaulir was someone who had fallen into the darkness. He fell into a desolate place that had been disconnected, cut off from the sun. here, he had almost drowned, he was alone, broken, and had no one to turn to save the God of his faith. And yet despite the nightmare that he had to endure he grew stronger, he found his way back to the light, working to correct his mistakes and be better. As he journeyed in a world filled with sin and Hatred; He grew as a person until his soul felt the undying LOVE, the entire planet was overflowing with it. That love...that's why he picked himself back up and still moved forward.
Even through seeing masks of innocence that held vaunted corruptions, he refused to condemn it, he was no better. Tatsumi was determined to make this right, so he persevered on his path. Through meeting brothers that became his best friends. And meeting heroes who only wished to protect their people, he lonely heart who worked endlessly to help everyone escape their imprisonment, The desperate soul who wanted to make people happy, and so many others that would become his family. Through each and every form of story he always persevered on his own path, and eventually, he gained a blessing of strength in his friendships. This is how Tatsumi began his journey. His experience on his odyssey had given him the drive to make this same change for his country, and if he could the entire world. He wanted everyone to be free, able to live their lives without fear.
And he had spent years since then, working towards that one goal. The people he freed from disconnection became the original members of his army. An elite army of soldiers who had dedicated themselves to help him free the world and make his dream a reality in whatever way they could. The original members, known as The Wolves, in the world famous Legion of one hundred thousand souls. The Autha-Gaulir.
}- P.S. -{
_Esdese_
"Ara ara, such an intriguing warrior, and yet he holds himself back so much…I must say if he would just let go I would never be able to find a…better match for me." A Young Women, no more than 23 years of age sits in her study as she rarely does, drinking wine and reading a very thin file on a person she has gained interest in. Few would have known upon first glance that she is the most dangerous, sadistic, heartless person they would ever meet. She wasn't any "mere" soldier. She was a hunter. The hunter. And she was disappointed that the file on this "Dragon of the Empire" was little more than a few pages that barely contained anything about him, and then the rest were brief reports on the many missions he had accomplished. The most notable of which in the files she had read was single handedly conquering the Southern Border of the Etheralaine Empire, with only a total of 11 casualties to his legion.
A record even her army hadn't even beaten, as she had never sustained less than 20 losses to her army, although she never had a shortage of applicants. And in that same venture, he had returned with a total of 7,948 new recruits for the Imperial army. All of whom are now loyal soldiers, renown throughout the empire as some of the greatest warriors in service, having built a great deal of the empire's defenses up, protected many acquisitions with little to no effective disturbances, and had successfully made trade safer. Which was allowing for 10 times the imports of goods from the south causing the material wealth of the empire to effectively triple; this had, in effect due to the fact that the Autha-Gaulir directly controlled these specific funds, had proved to reduce poverty en mas 63%.
It would appear that anyone who trained under Colonel Tatsumi would have been on par with the Elite soldiers of her own personal Army and they were all loyal to his ideals to a fault. Not a single one of them had any reports of pillaging, rape, or any other number of "normal" war crimes usually committed by members of the Imperial army. And she had read each and every single file of any person to have ever come in contact with the famous Colonel, hoping to learn something of the mysterious soldier. Leading to the current headache she was drowning in wine.
He had definitely caught her attention, and she felt challenged by the mere idea of being able to see his face. No one serving the empire, aside from Budou had been allowed to, including the young emperor and prime minister. The file reported that his identity was kept secret as he used the mystique of his persona as a tactic in psychological warfare. The young soldier was a growing source of intrigue for her, he obviously held a massive amount of potential. His determination was nearly unparalleled. And he was a master strategist if any of the stories held any truth. She hoped he might be able to match her own strength and once more give her life a true challenge. Oh, how she desired, craved, lusted for a real challenge. And luckily for her Prime Minister Honest had found a threat in the Colonel, Honest wanted nothing more than to either control the rising legend or to cull him. As such perhaps she could use the living oxymoron to her advantage.
Esdese: the freezing demoness, the alluring apocalypse, the Ice Queen. A woman unparalleled in pride, power, and nightmare-inducing beauty. As the Empire's strongest warrior, she held more influence than any one individual throughout the Empire, whether Honest would admit it or not, she controlled whatever she liked in the empire, and his only saving grace is his intellect and extensive criminal network allow him the resources and influence to provide her with endless war. Still, as much as he likes to think he has control of Esdese and redundancies to remove her if needed, the truth of the matter is that she was the one in control, and his redundancies had ironically been nullified by Tatsumi as it were. Though this wasn't known to the two of them.
However, with all that she has control of, despite her "charms" and reputation, there is one who would never give into her and was never influenced by her. Even the Great General Budou failed to notice or avoid all of her manipulations, and yet there is one young Warrior who would never so much as turn his head should she ever try to…impress upon him. Physically he was weaker than her, and by her own moral law, she should hold no interest for him whatsoever. But she wasn't foolish, he wasn't yet stronger than her. He held far more potential than anyone even realized, perhaps even himself. He'd already proven that if he truly wanted to he could obliterate any obstacle. He'd already set up the board so that Honest couldn't ever truly be rid of his influence in the empire, and with this influence, he could form a strategy to…dispose…of the prime minister. She wanted him. She wanted Tatsumi, and she intended to have him.
A.N.
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