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Chapter 1 – Jensen

Two people were seeking to leave their time. So far apart, yet similar in some ways but entirely opposites in others. The first a swordsman with Cerulean hair seeking to escape her time to set things right and stop a future long past. The second one who once stood for justice was just looking to escape, to leave everything behind and begin anew, because he felt his world no longer had anything for him. And yet these two people of different worlds would soon intertwine.

Lucina and her Shepherds had stepped through the portal. They felt as they were slowly drawn forward through the portal, no drawn back. They were heading backwards. Webs of time intertwined around them interconnecting with one another in the passage. Strands connecting with one another forging bonds and new strings before eventually fading away. Looking through she saw other passageways with more strings. Some looked like others while others unfathomably different. She tried to speak but found herself not quite able to put anything into words. Her thirteen companions seemed similar.

The young man however was sitting in a small cave, meditating, focusing on reaching out. His clothes were worn down and a bag was loosely strapped on his shoulders and a short sword at his side. His hair was messy and grown out and he hadn't shaved in a couple of weeks. He reached out into the universe trying to find something beyond it. And suddenly he felt something. A force moving through realities. He focused on it trying to identify it. It was unlike anything he felt before, like a force putting pressure all throughout his body as he continued focusing on it. He had finally found it a way out something to focus on to escape this world. To escape all his pain. To finally start a new, elsewhere. So, as he had done many times before he focused his own energy to try to travel to this energy and in a moment the cave was empty in a small burst of air and bright smoke as the dust of the cave was unsettled.

The Time Traveler's had finally begun to come to grips with their surroundings as they narrowed becoming more solid.

"We must almost be there: to when the Risen first appeared!" Lucina said turning back to her companions.

"We have to stick with Luci otherwise we might not even stand a chance, one person won't be able to make much of a difference." Replied her sister

"Even I must agree that it'd be prudent to stick together. Owain, Cynthia you must make sure you keep your brand hidden. As for you Lucina you should take this to add to your disguise." Gerome stated bluntly passing Lucina a blue mask that she put on her long hair already hidden. Before beginning to pet Minerva who was a little fearful. While Owain and Cynthia gave him an annoyed glare.

"Tactically speaking it will be almost impossible for us to succeed if we are separated. Besides Naga's magic should keep us together, I mean what magic could be stronger than the Divine Dragon's?" replied young tactician standing in the center of the group.

Something, seemed unsettling as the path became abnormally quiet. The wind dying down as they felt themselves slowing down. A distant boom in the distance breaking the silence for a second. But something else drew their attention. Through the strings of time they could see something. A singular string. Shining a bright gold moving outside of all the passageways of time. Moving around and not entering any.

"That light almost looks like it's dancing…" Inigo pointed

The others admired it for a minute as they felt themselves stopping.

"It's moving quite fast." observed Gerome

"YOU IDIOTS IT'S HEADING RIGHT TOWARDS- "shouted Severa at the top of her lungs before a golden light ripped into the passageway creating a shockwave knocking everyone away from the center.

Only Lucina was knocked through the portal to the first appearance of the Risen while everyone else was scattered through time. In the middle of the light a figure appeared slipping out of the spell and into the world.

The man awoke in a stream water cascading over his body his head resting against grass, warm summer air blew against his face as his eyes opened. His head promptly protested with a migraine ripping through his head. He heard metal clashing against metal as he awoke each sound making his headache worse and worse as he pulled himself up before falling again feeling that his entire body ached, but he pulled himself truly up bracing himself against a nearby bridge.

"Get the Civilian out of here he looks injured!" shouted a man with white hair

"What…?" replied the man confused as he looked around seeing purple figures shambling around before being pulled up onto a horse by a woman with red hair.

The man felt himself dropped behind near the man with white hair who was wearing a black and gold cloak. It wasn't until he got up close when he realized that lightning was coming out of his hands. His confusion continued, did everyone have powers here? He noticed a man with blonde hair running away from one of the zombies unarmed.

"Just punch them, their slow as hell!" he shouted at the man running away getting a few dirty looks from the people who had scooped him out of the water.

"It's not like you could fight them. You look like a mess!" the cloaked man snapped almost jokingly.

"Now I can't refuse a challenge." As the battle raged on around them a woman wearing a witch costume showing up with an axe as he said this. And began to step forward in front of the blond man who he noticed was shirtless. Drawing his sword, he got into a defensive position.

The zombie swung its sword at him he began to dodge but his body felt sluggish and weak, not responsive at all. The sword nicked his arm as he put up in a last defense to guard easily ripping through his clothes and flesh before he drove his own sword into the monster's chest and it vanished into purple smoke. He looked down noticing the arm of his dirty clothes were soaked with blood. The adrenaline rush beginning to fade he felt unbelievably weak. He felt that his power was gone as he collapsed onto the ground unconscious. The group of warriors looking at his unconscious body after he killed the final Risen.

"You know the Teach has gotta respect that he kept his-"

"Not now Vaike. Lissa tend to the civilians wounds although with how he moved when he looked like that I doubt he's a civilian. Robin keep an eye on him, we don't want him to lash out when he wakes up he seemed confused." said a man with Blue hair

A soft rocking woke him up some time later and he immediately snapped into a sitting position frantically looking for his sword before he felt the man in the cloak try to hold him down.

"Don't get up you're still weak. Besides we don't want you falling out of the cart." Said the man

"I'm still going to sit. Who are you guys? Where am I?"

"You're with the Shepherds of the Halidom of Ylisse were marching to Regna Ferox. I am their Tactician and my name is Robin. Now who are you?"

"My name is Jensen. It's nice to meet you Robin." Jensen said reaching out his hand to shake his arm felt limp and weak and unable to hold anything as he weakly shook Robin's hand.

"I take it the Shepherds are a military outfit and not sheep herders?"

"You would be correct. Our leader is Chrom, the one with Blue hair he's pretty hard to miss."

"Blue hair?" Jensen eyes lit up with recognition "Mask? Thin? Really ornate and recognizable sword?" he asked remembering a figure he had seen on his way here.

Robin looked somewhat stunned as he poked his head out of the cart.

"Chrom! You should get over here right now!"

Jensen looked confused as Chrom stepped in a completely different figure.

"What do you know about Marth?" Chrom asked sternly

"That I saw him before ending up in that river. And that you're clearly not him."

"So, you don't know him?"

"No."

"Where'd did you see him? Are you from the future too?"

"It's complicated."

"What do you mean?"

Jensen debated telling him the truth. That'd he come here trying to leave his world to start a new beginning. It seems that he got his wish. But why did he feel so weak? He felt some of his power but far less than he should have.

"I'm from another world. I saw a blinding flash of light and then this Marth guy and then I woke up in that stream." Jensen said figuring that a half truth was better.

"So now we've got time travelers and alternate worlds..." Chrom said holding his head "Just thinking about it gives me a headache."

"On another note, you don't seem like a civilian do you have military experience in your world." Robin asked

"I was a member of a resistance in my world, we succeeded in overthrowing a monster that took over the world. I also was a vigilante before that."

"Vigilante?" Chrom asked pressing for more information

"I put on a silly blue costume and beat the shit out of criminals." Jensen replied bluntly "If you really want to see I've got an old mask in my bag."

Robin passed Jensen the bag warily making sure his sword was still far away. Jensen dug around in the bag producing a blue helmet with white designs. It was in a state of disrepair as if it had recently been in a large fight and had not been taken care of since.

"It certainly looks silly." Chrom said cracking up a bit while Robin visibly held back laughter.

"I was fifteen when I made it."

"How old are you anyways?" asked Chrom

"Twenty?"

"You don't know how old you are? Robin, I think we found another amnesiac." Chrom joked

"I lost track during the resistance, I know it lasted about three years and it's been about one since then."

"Robin's an amnesiac?"

"Long story made short. We found him in a field a couple of weeks ago. So, mister Vigilante do you want to join the Shepherds? I'm sure we will encounter Marth again he's trying to stop some apocalyptic future from occurring. He seems like your best bet at getting answers."

"Do I get paid?"

"Yes, but not until you shave, get a haircut and clean yourself off. We're stopping soon so you should get the opportunity. Because no offense man you both look and smell awful."

"Lend me your razor and some scissors and I will get that done. The beard is honestly scratchy. When's food I'm starving?" Jensen said getting up without much difficulty and hopping out of the cart.

"Did he just?" Chrom looked at Robin

"I think he did."

Chrom had given Jensen a tent and a small mirror. He had managed to wash up in a nearby lake to where they had set camp. He began shaving in his tent becoming clean shaven. It had been a while since he had been like this and he trimmed his hair down short and it stuck up and he combed it back. Jensen smelt food coming from the Mess Tent as he walked in. He was still sore, but he could move fine. He still couldn't get over how weak he felt. He could barely feel his energy and he couldn't draw more. Was he cut off? Or was the strain from coming here that bad?

The mess hall was alive and as soon as he entered Chrom raised his mug

"To our newest Shepherd: Jensen!"

Jensen looked flustered and embarrassed as he loaded his plate with food and drink. It had been so long since he had eaten. Normally his power could sustain him but now that he couldn't seem to access it he needed the food. So much seemed different, the air was cleaner than even before his world fell into darkness. He tore into his food like an animal. Robin and Stahl were also tearing into theirs with Vaike struggling to catch up.

"My word, you are all disgusting." A man with light blue hair said clearly unnerved.

"Shut it Virion." The blond man snapped.

"Maybe you should speed up the new guy is beating you already Vaike." The man with brown hair said as Robin and Jensen wolfed down their food.

The food was gone within minutes as the hungry soldiers drained the rations.

"I have to admit Jensen you clean up fairly well." Chrom said

"Yeah I even put on the spare set of clothes and armor you left for me." Jensen said wearing a white shirt with some mild blue accents with a split collar and brown pants. His sword hung at his side. "So mind giving me the four one one on what's going on?"

"The what?" Robin asked

"Basic details. It's slang from my world."

"The monsters are the Risen, there is a country called Plegia which has been trying to go to war with Chrom's Sister Emmeryn who rules Ylisse."

"Chrom's a Prince?"

"Yes, stop interrupting. We're going to Regna Ferox who are divided in rulership between the West and East Khan's to gain support during the potential war which we have been told by Marth is inevitable."

"Sounds easy enough I take it the Feroxian's are pretty strong fighters?"

"That's what they're known for."

"So purely diplomatic, so why all the swords?"

"With Risen and Bandits, we have no idea what to expect."

"Fair enough."

Vaike suddenly slammed his fist down.

"So, what can you do?" he demanded

"You want to spar and find out?"

Vaike suddenly smiled

"You know what I like you, outside?"

Jensen and Vaike walked outside a few others following, Sully, Chrom, Robin, Lissa, and Stahl.

"So what kind of rules are we running here?" Jensen asked

"Be careful on him Vaike he was just injured." Chrom said to Jensen's annoyance

Vaike grabbed a wooden axe and a wooden sword tossing the sword to Jensen who caught it.

"First one to knock the other one down?" Jensen asked

"Works for me."

Chrom stepped forward to officiate and gave a countdown. Jensen dropped his sword on the ground cracking his knuckles.

"You gonna pick back up your sword?" Vaike asked

"Nope."

"Your funeral…"

Vaike rushed at Jensen bringing the axe down over his head and then stopped mid swing as he found Jensen's knee implanted in his gut.

"Lesson one: an unarmed enemy can be just as dangerous as an armed one."

Vaike slumped to the ground wincing.

"Yeah you got me on that one."

Jensen was trying to hold himself together. Doing that alone had been exhausting. That should've been a cakewalk to do but it felt like it depleted his reserves of energy.

"Yeah that was too much, I really shouldn't be moving like that…" Jensen said visibly exhausted to collapse asleep in his tent.