Entry 1: The Path Opens (Part 1)
The white haired noble of two kingdoms stood at the cross road.
On his right, a man with long, brown hair, dressed in red armour, held out his left hand. "This way!" he shouted, though it came more as a plea.
From behind the man in red, three more individuals ran up beside him. The youngest, a red haired shrine maiden, looked as if she were on the verge of tears. "Big Brother?" she whispered.
From his left, four more people stood, the same gender and age ratio as the previous group.
"His my brother!" the youngest girl of those four shouted, looking rather distressed.
At the lead of this second group was a tall, blonde haired man in black and gold armour, holding out his hand. "We're your family," he spoke.
As so, the white haired youth was held in his internal conflict.
"My family..." his thoughts echoed inside his head. "Whom do I choose? The ones I've known and loved since the start? Or the ones who've been tirelessly searching for me?"
The choice was beyond impossible. Regardless of whether he chose the path of Conquest or Birthright, he would regret his betrayal to the other side.
"Choose, Corrin!" the eldest of each side shouted in desperation.
"I..." he tried to say, but words failed him, "I choose..."
Then, an eruption of green, seemingly from nowhere, clouded all his senses, and the matter was taken from his hands.
Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière had, unfortunately, become accustomed to failure.
That wasn't to say that it stopped bothering her, by no means. It's just that it's become the norm for the youngest daughter of the Vallière line.
Which is exactly why she dreaded this day, in which the Springtime Familiar Summoning ritual took place.
Every other student that had gone before her had gotten something they were happy with, from cats, to frogs, to even a dragon.
If Louise was lucky, she might only get something small and useless, because at least that proves she has some level of magical talent.
"Now, I believe that's everyone," the teacher, Jean Colbert, stated. Maybe, if she was even luckier, she might just get away without the shame at all.
"Sir, Louise hasn't yet," one particular student, the dark skinned and busty Kirche von Zerbst, proclaimed.
So much for luck.
Feeling quite dejected, Louise walked up and stood before the summoning circle, doing her best to shut out any and all taunts from her peers.
"My servant that exist somewhere in this vast universe, my divine, beautiful, wise, powerful servant;" her incantation began, and she felt her willpower channel though her body and into the wand in hand. "Heed my summons, and bring forth... my Familiar!"
The spell had been chanted, and the raw energy began to swirl at the centre of the circle, the sight was spectacular, and one might almost call it flawless.
If only the fact that the amount of energy being pored into the spell was too much didn't beg to differ.
Light began to shine uncontrollably from the runes, and ten orbs shot into the clear sky, before scattering in random directions.
The light finally faded, and in the centre of the circle laid a white haired boy.
It took a moment to the bewilderment to leave, and when it did, the rest of the student body began laughing. Comments of how something like this was 'So like the Zero' rallied around them, and Louise really wanted to give some form of retort.
But her attention was more drawn to this boy.
He was, at most, three years older than she, his hair messy, and as white as snow. His complexion was rather pale, and his clothes (armour, she might hazard?) were quite unusual, not of Tristain make.
"Mister Colbert!" Louise called to the balding teacher, "this person needs medical attention!"
Colberts eyes shot open, as he noticed the youth hardly moving. "An astute point, miss Vallière," he responded, slinging the boy over his shoulder. "All other students, return to the class for self study."
Before Louise could follow after Colbert, she noticed a sword laying on the ground where the boy was. Out of curiosity, she picked it up. The weapon was a copper like colour, and its guard had an intrinsic design.
Deciding she would deal with stuff like this later, Louise began running to catch up to Colbert.
Corrin woke groggily, his mind a complete haze.
"Where... am I?" he asked the vacant room, trying to remember just what had happened. "Let's see, a bright light, a strange sensation, and..." his thoughts finally clicked on the most important aspect. "That right! Everyone's..." he tried to get to his feet, yet found he lacked the strength, and his face promptly became acquainted with the floor.
"Everyone's... still going to be fighting," the prince grabbed the frame of the window, trying to use it as leverage, "I've got to get back, to stop..." the moment he looked outside, his brain froze in shock and awe.
He now realised why he felt hazy moments ago. Corrin was in an unfamiliar location, outside were strange people walking alongside some normal and some stranger creatures, "Just... what is this place?"
The door on the other side of the room opened, and Corrin turned to see a short girl around his age, dressed similarly to the people outside, and her head adorned with strawberry blonde hair.
"So, you're finally awake?" she asked, though it came to the white haired boy as more of a statement from a superior.
"I, uh... I guess I am," Corrin rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry, but where exactly am I?"
"You mean to tell me that you don't know about the Tristain Magic Academy?" the girl asked, to which Corrin nodded. "Just how long has this commoner been living under a rock?"
"You'd be surprised," Corrin muttered, before pausing slightly. "Wait, did you just call..."
"Well, that's not important now," she interrupted, "from this day on, you are my Familiar."
The white haired prince did a double take, "A Familiar? Why would I be summoned as one?"
"How should I know?" the girl suddenly shouted, "But the runes on the back of your hand are proof of it."
With the faintest hope to prove her wrong, Corrin looked to see the mentioned runes on his hand. Lo and behold, there was a series of foreign runes etched into the back of his black and silver glove, and when he removed it, saw that it was also embedded on his skin, "Strange, when did that get there?" he muttered, paying some mind to the rather peeved look the girl was giving him. "Well, regardless, I really need to get back to where I was before."
The girl walked off, not bothering to respond to Corrin, whom was now running to catch up with her. "Wait!" he called out, "can I at least ask your name?"
"It's Louise," she responded with a huff. "Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière."
"That's..." Corrin tried to find the words he wanted, "quite the long name," he shook his head. "Well, I'm Corrin, nothing too fancy, and I really must ask you to send me back."
Louise pivoted to face the prince, "Well, even if I wanted to, I can't!"
"Why is that?"
"Because such a spell doesn't exist," she stated matter-of-factly.
Corrin let out a sigh, "Great, if it wasn't one thing, it's another..." his arms fell to his side, where he finally noticed something missing. "Um, where's my sword? And my stone, for that matter?"
"Professor Colbert has them," Louise said, "he's hoping that he might find some way to identifying you with them."
A slight sense of panic began to fill Corrin. "Well, he can look over the sword as much as he wants, but I really need that stone back."
Louise gave him a quizzing look. "Why in the Founder's name are you more worried about a stone than a sword?"
Corrin rubbed the back of his head. "Well, the reason is kinda complicated..."
The noble let out a sigh of irritation. "Whatever, we'll see about it later," she stated, increasing her pace.
'I'm getting the distinct impression that she doesn't like me.' Corrin thought rather sarcastically, still trying to keep up with Louise's quick pace.
The night fell rather quickly, and the prince of Hoshido/Nohr found himself sitting on a pile of hay in Louise's room. Said noble was sitting on the large bed a few feet in front of him, glaring menacingly. "So," Corrin started, "out of everything you could summon, why are you so annoyed that it was me?"
"Because a mages potential is reflected by the Familiar they summon," she explained, still carrying that annoyed tone, "I would have rather summoned a dragon, griffin, or even something more domestic, but what do I get? A freaking commoner!"
Corrin caste his gaze aside for a brief moment. 'I hope she doesn't have to find out about that any time soon.' he thought. "Well, that aside, can you at least tell me where this land is in regards to Hoshido or Nohr?"
The pink haired girl raised an eyebrow. "Those are not places I've ever heard of," she stated.
Corrin's shoulders slumped. "They are literally the biggest kingdoms on the continent..." he muttered.
"What was that?"
The prince quickly averted his eyes, thinking of a way to change the topic. "So, if I'm your Familiar now, what exactly does that entail?"
Louise's posture straightened out somewhat before she spoke. "Look, a Familiar's job is primarily to be the eyes and ears of their masters, doing things like collecting any items requested."
"Don't know how well I'd do at those jobs," Corrin muttered.
A glare was shot at the prince to shut him up. Standing from her bed, Louise walked over to its other side, before tossing a large pile of clothes on Corrin. "And since you're unable to do anything like that, you're left with the laundry."
If it were possible, Corrin's jaw would most likely be on the floor at this very moment. "Um, why are you jumping to the conclusion that I know how to do laundry?"
The words fell on deaf ears, as Louise proceeded to undress right in front of him, causing Corrin to hastily avert his eyes. "I'll be expecting those finished by morning, Familiar," she spoke, dressing in a night gown and slipping into the bed.
Feeling that the conversation would be going nowhere else, Corrin left the room with the pile of clothing.
The halls of the Magic Academy were, to put it bluntly, absolutely baffling to the prince. With every corner he turned, it felt as though he was getting more and more lost, yet his mind wandered to different subjects.
Where his siblings ok? Should he reveal that he's royalty? Had his disappearance stopped the war from happening? Or had it actually caused it to escalate? These thoughts wandered like a mouse in a maze, distracting him enough that he didn't notice the person in front of him until both of them were already on the ground.
"Ouch," he muttered, shacking his head as he picked himself up, "are you alright?"
The person, quite clearly female, stood up and brushed herself off. "I, I'm fine," she spoke, and Corrin managed to get a good look at her.
To describe the girls clothing in simple terms, she was dressed almost identically to Flora and Felicia, Corrin's twin maids. Her hair was black and cut quite short in comparison to the aforementioned duo, and her facial features, from what he knew, were surprisingly Hoshidan. "Sorry about that," Corrin quickly apologised, "my head was kind of in the clouds."
"It's alright, I..." the maid trailed off the moment she caught a look at Corrin, from his unusual hair and eyes, to his cape, and even to his lack of shoes. After several seconds, she began to look panicked. "Uh, um... Are you, by any chance... a noble?" she stuttered out awkwardly.
Corrin let out a sigh. 'How am I going to explain this one?' he thought. "Well, it's some form of complicated," he started. Corrin really seemed to have become fond of that word, "I don't suppose you have the time to sit down and hear it all out?"
The maid now had a look of mixed confusion and terror. "It's ok, I'm not angry with you," he quickly waved his hands in front of himself, "it's just a very long story, and you're honestly the first person to ask me about it, miss..."
The maid quickly straightened her back, standing at attention. "Siesta, sir. My name is Siesta," she spoke hastily.
"Siesta," the prince rolled the name around in his head for a few seconds. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Corrin, and to put it in as few words as possible, I'm technically the prince of two kingdoms."
From atop her perch, the bespectacled blue haired girl sat, 75 percent of her mind was buried in the book she held, and the rest was pondering the most recent anomaly to occur at the magic academy.
Sure, as far as life here went, strange things were bound to happen simply for the fact that Louise was around, but this time was something else entirely.
From the edge of her peripheral, Tabitha could make out the form of said anomaly, in all his black and white attire.
There was something about him that was... off. Not in a bad way, mind you. If she were to put it into a nicer word, it would have to be 'enticing'. There was something about his air that seemed to attract her like a moth to a candle flame.
Tabitha had not seen much of the man throughout the day, only catching a glimpse of him trying to keep up with Louise after he woke up, and hearing him express his concerns about his missing items.
Personally, she wondered why he didn't wear anything on his feet, as it made it impossible for her to tell if he was some form of noble.
Yet now, there he was, washing clothes while talking with one of the maids, acting quite friendly to her. If this man was, indeed, a noble, then his attitude was one many could learn from.
From behind her, Tabitha's familiar, Sylphid, let out a 'kyuu' of intrigue, as her eyes too fell on the humanoid Familiar.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Tabitha manipulated the wind, so as to hear what the two bellow were talking about.
"So you're really being forced to choose a side?" the maid asked, though considering how far into the conversation they were, Tabitha knew not what these sides were.
"Yeah, but at least now I'm not making the decision on a spur of the moment anymore," the Familiar responded. "After all, I'm not sure how well I'd hold up by siding with either Hoshido or Nohr."
Hoshido? Nohr? Where these lands from whence he came? They certainly weren't ones she heard of. "Well, I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I may as well make the most of my time here," he added moments later.
Before the maid could add anything more to the conversation, a series of yelling and hitting drew their attention, and in turn, Tabitha's as well.
"What do you suppose that was?" the maid asked.
Without a thought or word of hesitation, the Familiar dashed in the direction of the noise, the maid in close pursuit, and Tabitha not far behind atop Sylphid.
Turning the corner, Corrin and Siesta spotted the source of the noise: a group of three males, estimated to be around 16 to 17 years old, controlling steel golems to attack another boy, blonde, and wearing a frilly shirt, while a girl looked on in what could only be described as terror.
"Come on, Guiche," one of the trio spoke arrogantly. "Didn't you say you were 'going to make me pay'?"
Guiche de Gramont, wiping the blood from his mouth, stood up with a stagger. "I did say that, Kirth," he said wearily. "and I also said, that I would not allow you to mock Montmorency like that again!" swinging the rose in his hand, three petals fluttered out, and upon contact with the ground, became golems of bronze.
The three bronze golems charged forward, yet were instantly crushed by the might of their foe. Feeling a sense of panic, Corrin looked down at what he held in his hand, trying to ascertain how effective it would be as a weapon.
Said item was the washing board he was using earlier.
He barely gave it a second thought. Before Siesta could stop to ask just what he was thinking, the prince dashed forward, intercepting the steel golem as it charged Guiche, and deflecting the attack quite professionally, leaving all that were present surprised.
With a grunt, Corrin pushed the golem back, before turning to face the noble behind him. "Are you alright?" he asked, plain and simple, "you're not too hurt, are you?"
Guiche was, for all intrinsic purposes, quite bewildered at the light haired man standing before him. "I'm fine, but," he began, rubbing his rather sore arm, "why are you helping me? This doesn't concern you."
Corrin shook his head dismissively, "Maybe it doesn't, but," he turned to face the steel golem, and Kirth by extension, "if I see someone in trouble, regardless of whom it is, it's only right to want to help them."
Kirth and his two goons had rather smug looks on their faces upon hearing Corrin's reasons. "The fop is right, commoner, this has nothing to do with you," he spoke cockily. "Run along, and you may be able to keep your life."
Despite the uneven odds, Corrin managed a confident smile, "I'd argue that point. Compared to Xander's training, this is hardly a challenge," he twirled around, brandishing the board. "It's as I always say," the golem before him charged, and he responded in kind, "I won't surrender!"
A light tapping on the window alerted Louise, whom rose from her bed. She hadn't been fully asleep, but considering how close she was, it still irritated her.
Glaring at her window, the noble made note of a few things: first, there was the sound of weapons clashing outside, second, it was Tabitha doing the knocking, and...
Louise rewound her thoughts. Tabitha? At her window? Such a thing was unlikely, right? Rubbing what sleep remained in her eyes, Louise walked over and opened her window.
Before she could even ask why Tabitha was there, the girl pointed down towards the court yard, where the noise was originating from. Focusing her vision, Louise could make out several figures: Guiche, Montmorency, Kirth and his cronies, and...
Her Familiar. Fighting Kirth's golem. Protecting Guiche. With a washing board.
Louise gave the blue haired girl in front of her a confused look, to which she only nodded, as if to say that yes, this was happening.
Putting on one of the jackets from her wardrobe (they all look the same, anyway), Louise ran out of the room, muttering how it hasn't even been a day yet.
The moment she finally reached the small crowd, Louise noticed how the fight had escalated.
Firstly, the steel golem was rather beat up. Seems the washing board is more durable than appearances let on. Second, Guiche had summoned two of his bronze Valkyries to assist Corrin, at least he had that going for him. And lastly, Corrin seemed to be struggling with some pain in his head.
"Just what the hell is going on?" she yelled as she ran to her Familiar, "You step out for two hours, and you go and get into a fight?"
"Well, one thing just led to another," Corrin responded, though it was evident that he was in some sort of pain, if the shaking left hand and runes glowing intensely was anything to go by. "Listen, I've probably got, I don't know, five minutes before I lose control of myself, so I would really appreciate it if you could get my stone."
Louise had a new look of disbelief on her face, "How can you worry about a rock at a time like this?!" she yelled, "Look, if you just surrender this pointless battle..."
"Pointless?" Corrin cut her off, "You call stepping in to stop senseless violence... pointless?" his voice carried quite the heavy amount of shock, "I may not know how things work in these lands, but..." the steel golem charged, and before it could hit the prince...
A spear like appendage pierced the armour, and then retracted into Corrin's left hand. "I know that something like this, is just plain wrong."
Louise was left speechless, having just watched her Familiar turn a limb into a weapon and acted like it was no big deal. Then, she gave herself pause, thinking back to how he mentioned 'losing control'. Without a second to ask any questions of the light haired boy, she dashed off to find the item he requested.
Several minutes of running later, and Louise had managed to find the rather... decrepit shack that Jean Colbert used as his 'laboratory', and barged in rather quickly.
Of course, by 'barged in', we refer to 'door shattering from her weight, regardless of how light she actually was'.
The aforementioned owner of the laboratory was quite surprised by the action. "Miss Louise, is everything alright?" Colbert asked, both addressing the slightly panicked look on her face, and the fact that she managed to break down a door.
"Familiar... Stone..." Louise managed to wheeze out, "Need... Now..."
Colbert raised an eyebrow, but seemed to understand what she was asking, as he picked up the green stone that Corrin had at the start of the day, "Does your Familiar need this back?" Louise nodded quite quickly, "Very well, I haven't been able to find out what it is, so..." before Colbert could finish his sentence, he noticed that Louise had already grabbed the stone, and dashed out just as quickly as she came.
"Well, that was quite something," an additional voice spoke up, startling the professor. Colbert turned to see the aged face of the man he worked for.
"Old Osmond, when did you get here?"
The old man harrumphed at the teacher. "You forgot I was here? And I thought I was the one going senile," he responded, stroking his beard.
"I... I'm sorry! I'll just..." Colbert frantically tried to find an excuse, "I'll just make sure Louise and her Familiar are not in too much trouble!"
As Colbert left the shack, he still couldn't help but think that Osmond wasn't there before.
"So, this is how it will be, is it?" Osmond spoke to himself once Colbert was out of earshot. "I wonder, how will the boy handle this new fate?"
Things were starting to look rather bad for Corrin. Not to say the fight wasn't in his favour, oh no. It was looking bad for the reason that he was gradually losing control of himself, feeling his mind going feral.
The enemies golem charged him, and was cut off by Corrin's left hand, now a massive claw, grabbing in out of the air, and slamming it back into the ground.
The nobles were quite flabbergasted at the sight. "You... just what are you?" Kirth asked, using his magic to repair his golem.
Corrin didn't have the mental power remaining to respond, too busy trying to keep himself from a blood-rage.
A voice was heard over the wind, and while Corrin didn't quite get what was said, he knew it was from Louise, his summoner.
He instantly recognised the stone in her hand, which she quickly tossed his way. His left arm stretched almost unreasonably to it, and the stone began to shine upon his touch. The arm retracted, and his appearance was once again human, and the prince let out a sigh of relief.
"Kirth, was it?" Corrin asked in a rather monotoned voice. "You wanted to know just what I was, didn't you? Well," the stone in his hand shone even brighter, in collaboration with the runes on his left hand, as he threw the washing board to the side, "let me show you."
Raw energy erupted from Corrin's being, and once it died down, he was... no longer human in form.
Instead, the young prince had taken on a large, stag like form, though it wasn't entirely accurate. His body was scaly, and even though the form seemed to lack eyes, its gaze felt as if it pierced the mages very soul. "Do you see?" Corrin's voice echoed, "this is what you're up against." Stepping forward, Corrin drove his front foot into the steel golem, reducing it to dust. "I am Corrin, raised prince of Nohr, and born prince of Hoshido. My family is the descendent of dragons, and you are no match for me now." Craning his neck, Corrin's head was now level with Kirk's, "Run," he said plainly, to which Kirk did just that, his pose following quite quickly.
A moment passed, and Corrin reverted back to his normal state in a flash of light, slightly winded, but none the worse for wear. Turning around, Corrin noticed the extremely bewildered looks on the six people that remained. "So," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, "you're probably going to want an explanation, right?"
The dining hall was largely vacant, save for the six humans, one dragon, and one half-dragon that currently occupied a single table. On one side, Corrin sat and recounted his story up to this point, how Garon, the king of Nohr, had killed Sumeragi of Hoshido, and raised Corrin as his own son. He recounted the final moment in his own world, before Louise summoned him, how he was torn in the decision between the two families.
"That's... almost hard to believe," Colbert said after a long pause, "another world, existing beside our own, and the proof of it is right here."
"I understand that it's hard to take in," Corrin began, "but I swear, it is the truth, at least, how I belief it to be."
"I don't think anyone's doubting you, sir Corrin," Guiche chimed, "after all, your abilities spoke for themselves quite clearly."
Corrin smiled lightly, before noticing Louise fidgeting around, "Louise, are you alright?"
"'Am I alright', he asks," she muttered, "I just treated royalty like absolute garbage! How can I be alright after learning that?"
Corrin offered a gentle smile. "Please, it's no problem," he told the younger noble, "if anything, I consider this an opportunity."
"Time to think," Tabitha concluded bluntly, to which Corrin nodded.
"Such a decision can not be made lightly," Colbert added, "and if you are as pivotal to this war as you say you are, then there is a good chance your siblings will try to hold it off on both ends."
"I pray you are right, Mr Colbert," Corrin replied.
Just then, a strange feeling washed over the air, as if the very fabric of the world was rippling. Everyone reached for their weapon of choice; wands and staffs for the mages, chair for the maid, and the dragon stone for Corrin. There was a blinding flash of light from above the table, and...
What was standing on the table when the light vanished was a blue haired maid, a silver haired butler, and a blue fish-like dragon clinging to a floating orb.
"So," the butler began to address his companions, "do you suppose we're in the right world this time?"
"I really hope so," the dragon responded tiredly, "I'd hate for a repeat of that last world, not to mention explaining it to the others will be more than a little tedious."
Almost all of the ones present prior to this trios appearance didn't have time to formulate anything to say, before Corrin launched himself forward, and bear-hugged the dragon in joy.
"Lilith, it's so good to see you again!" he stated in his glee, to which the dragon let out a squawk of surprise.
"L... Lord Corrin, is that you?" Lilith asked, trying to keep herself airborne.
"Yes, of course it's me."
"Well, that's certainly a relief," the butler stated, as he lifted Lilith from Corrin, so as he doesn't suffocate her, "we have been searching for you for quite some time, my lord."
Corrin turned his attention to the butler and maid, "Jakob, Flora," he stated, "I'm glad to see you two again."
"As are we, Lord Corrin," the maid, Flora, replied, giving a curtsey.
From the side, Colbert rose a hand, "Sorry to interrupt," he spoke, "but, who are these three?"
Corrin hopped down from the table, Lilith cradled in his arms, followed shortly by the two retainers. "Well, let me introduce them, then," he began, motioning to Jakob, "this is Jakob, my butler who's been personally attending me for as long as I can recall," he motioned to Flora, "this is Flora, she and her sister were much the same. I don't think I would have survived, if not for their company." Finally he held up Lilith, "And this is Lilith, for a time, she was also one of my attendants, but now, as you can see, she's a dragon."
Louise's mouth was, as one might expect, agape, "Oh, Founder almighty, he actually has personal servants."
"Actually, the proper term is 'retainer'," Jakob interjected quickly.
"And, the difference is..?" Louise couldn't help but ask.
"Well, for starters," Flora decided to take the question, "we get paid better, and the training helps in the long run."
"Training?" Siesta asked, "what sort of training?"
Just then, a knife appeared in both Flora and Jakob's hands, and the simultaneously replied with "combat".
"Speaking of which," Jakob spoke, twirling the knife, "which one of you had the audacity to summon not only my lord, just all the princes and princesses of Hoshido and Nohr, whilst they were on the cusp of war?"
Corrin lost his balance, and barely regained himself, "Wait, run that by me again, Jakob," he held a hand up to halt his threats, "you mean Xander and the others are here, in this world?"
Flora looked to the prince with a raised brow, "You mean they are not here with you?"
"No," Corrin replied, "I thought I was the only one summoned here." At that moment, a question popped into his head, "By the way, how did you find out about all this? It's only been about a day or so, right?"
"Well, for the most part, it was courtesy of Lilith," Jakob began to explain, "but after everyone disappeared, there were some... interesting developments, let's say."
A/N:
Well, here I go again. Another FoZ crossover, and this time, with one of my favourite game series.
Personally, I wonder why I write so many Familiar of Zero crossovers, and then find a way to take them in ludicrous directions.
To hell with pretences, I just do this to have some fun.
What does Jakob mean by 'interesting developments'? Well, I originally planned for the flashback to be in this chapter, but after it went past more than a few pages, I decided to leave it for next time.
Now, for an overview of what I have planned for this story.
Much like the story of Fates, there will be three major plots. However, unlike with Fates, these plots will be simultaneous story lines, rather than branching paths. Gods knows how someone would write branching paths in a FanFic.
Well, we'll leave it at that for now, I'll go over it a bit more next chapter, and I'll see you all there.