NinjaOverlord: Okay. This was my friend's idea, but his writing skills are so miserable he was incapable of doing it justice.

Kami-Elf: Hey! My writing is just fine!

NinjaOverlord: Sure, if you're a comatose rock.

Kami-Elf: -sobs- Wahhh!

Linku: -enters room and spots Kami- Are you messing with him again!

NinjaOverlord: -calmly- No, he just randomly decided to break down and cry.

Linku: ……okay then……-begins to poke Kami with bouken (a.k.a. wooden katana)-

NinjaOverlord: Just so you know, this takes place primarily in the Etrurian castle/capital which we shall call Elsinore. Read Hamlet for details. The current casting is thus:

Hamlet: Raven

Ghost: Pent

Gertrude: Louise

Claudius: Darin

Horatio: Lucius

Laertes: Lloyd

Polonius: Canas

Ophelia: Florina

Reynaldo: Legault

Gravedigger 1: Matthew

Gravedigger 2: Bartre

Yorick: Jaffar (deceased)

Voltimand: Marcus

Cornelius: Harken

Rosencrantz: Guy

Guildenstern: Dorcas

Osric: Lowen

A Priest: Renault

Marcellus: Isadora

Bernardo: Sain

Francisco: Kent

A Captain: Oswin

Fortinbras: Hector

NinjaOverlord: This is subject to revision. Also understand that the story line and characters in this have nothing to do with the actual Fire Emblem story or characters.

Linku: Hey, watch what happens when I poke him here!

Kami-Elf: WAAHHHH!

NinjaOverlord: ………right……..Yeah so, anyway, I don't own either Fire Emblem or Hamlet. If you take offense at the fact that I am attempting to translate such a great work of Shakespeare, understand that so do I. I am doing this under duress.

Linku: -stops poking-….?...

NinjaOverlord: That means against my will.

Linku: Oh. -resumes poking-

Kami Elf: Wahhh!


Act 1 Scene 1

Fog drifts past a platform set along the walls of Elsinore. A guard, Kent, stands watch. He hears approaching footsteps and turns to receive the stranger.

"Who's there?" asks the new arrival.

"Hold and give forth by name of the King!" Kent challenges.

"Long live the King!" comes the reply.

"Sain?"

"That's me."

Kent smiles.

"You arrive just on time for your shift," He says.

"It's just now twelve. Get to bed."

"I shall. The cold bites this night, and I am sick at heart."

"Has the watch been quiet?"

"Not even a mouse has stirred"

"Well, goodnight then. If you see Lucius and Isadora, the companions of my watch, tell them to hurry."

"I think I hear them" Kent listens. "Who goes?"

Lucius and Isadora approach. Lucius calls out.

"Friends to this land," he says.

"And vassals to the King," says Isadora.

Kent gives his farewell and departs, leaving the watch to the other three.

"Lucius, are you here too?" asks Sain.

"A piece of me, anyway," is the reply.

"Has the thing appeared this night, Sain?" asks Isadora.

"I have seen nothing," comes the answer.

"Lucius says that it is nothing but our fear and imagination, and will not believe of it, though we have seen it twice. So I asked him to join us in our watch, so we may determine the truth of its existence."

"I still say that it will not appear," says Lucius, in a scolding voice.

"Tell him of it, Sain, that he may know of which we have been so very frightened," Isadora declares.

"Well," begins Sain, "last night, near this time, when the clock rang one-"

Isadora cries, "look you, it comes again!" A vision of the past king Pent appears before them.

"Behold, it is the very image of the newly fallen King!" shouts Sain.

"You are a studied man, Lucius; speak to it!" pleads Isadora.

Dour-eyed with fear and awe, Lucius addresses the apparition.

"What are you, who comes at this late hour, in such clothing of battle that we did bury the late King in, and he were often seen to march in? By Elimine, speak!" At Lucius' voice, the ghost flows away through the fog.

"It flees!" cries Sain.

"Was it not like the King?" asks Isadora, her voice thick with amazement and fright.

"As you are like yourself," answers Lucius grimly. "Such was the clothing that the King did wear in his combat with Bern. Such was his expression when he did smite the men of that land in the mountains. It is most strange."

"Twice before has this vision come, and in the same manner did he depart," says Isadora. Sain nods in agreement.

"This is strangely related to the state of our newly-Kinged nation, though I see not how," says Lucius.

"Pray tell us, Lucius, how the nation fares, and of the strange occurrences of late," entreats Isadora, "Why do smiths and alchemists come from all lands to our halls, only to be shut away beneath the castle, where only arms and magic come out? Who can tell me, if you may not?"

"I may," says Lucius. "At least, this is what is whispered. Our last King, whose image we have seen, prideful to the extreme, as was the King of Bern. Thus did they clash, though over minor pieces of land thought not to be of importance before. He won, and did slay the King of Bern, whose son is thought to be making mighty preparations for war. So we do as well in response. So it seems significant that this image of His Majesty would appear. But here it is again!"

Indeed, the ghost appears before them once again.

"I'll challenge it, though Elimine may damn me!" cries Lucius. "Stay, illusion! If you are able, speak. If you know of any tidings of the future, which may aid our land, speak!"

Nearby, a cock crows, and the image begins to fade.

"Shall I strike it with my lance?" asks Sain.

"Yes, if it will not answer," replies Lucius.

Sain does, but the image has already gone.

"It is gone!" cries Isadora. "We do it wrong, to treat it so violently. If it is spiritual, our weapons will do nothing to it but make fools of us."

"It fled upon the cock's call," remarks Lucius. "I have heard such things, on the limitations of spirits; the morning is said to be death to them."

Sain nods. "I have heard such as well. Also, it is said that such things appear only at great need; to warn of approaching evil, tell secrets, or divulge the location of treasure troves." Isadora nods in agreement.

"That is so," says Lucius. "Tomorrow shall I make this known to the good prince Raven, that he may know of his father's recent doings. Perhaps he will know of what to do."

They agree, and stand the watch together.

End of Scene 1


NinjaOverlord: Alright, that was pretty good. Understand I am trying to dumb it down, but my own natural eloquence (I don't do it on purpose…) and Shakespeare's writing make it difficult.

Kami-Elf: Wait, eee-low-kwense?

Linku: It means he talks well.

Kami-Elf: Ah.

NinjaOverlord: Hey, you stopped whining!

Linku: Only because I stopped poking him. -flourishes bouken-

NinjaOverlord: …….uh-huh.

Kami-Elf: My turn! -hits Linku over head with a rock-

Linku: -falls unconscious- x-x

NinjaOverlord: -sweatdrop- um, I wouldn't want to be around when she wakes up.

Kami-Elf: -realizing what he has done- Oh, holy feces! runs away

NinjaOverlord:……yeah…….anyway, please review. I will keep updating regardless (no choice), but would appreciate you support.

Linku: groan……..