Summary: As the Mindeer is traveling the Trail of Souls to Mira, Giacomo's ship fires at it, knocking our favorite rude and sarcastic hero clear into the trail. The next thing Kalas and his Guardian Spirit know, they are in a different world, completely flat on the earth. No Sky? How could this be! And now there's a talking, blue cat man! Kalas thinks this day couldn't get any worse. Laguz!Kalas x Ranulf
Our heroes, Xelha, Gibari, Lyude, Savyna and Kalas have been assigned to head for the city of Illusion, Mira, in hopes of warning the duke of the Empire's evil ambitions. They have taken the Mindeer given to them by King Ladekhan of Diadem, and are now on their way through the Trail of Souls. Said trail is very dangerous, and some people have gotten lost in the trail, ending up lost forever or in another world or even in a different time. Thank goodness the group has a native of Mira, Kalas. But sadly, the blue haired hero doesn't know his own way back to his homeland…
"What do you mean you don't know?" Gibari bellowed almost angrily, shaking the swordsman silly.
"I just told you. I don't remember how I got out of Mira. Now stop shaking me!"
Gibari, quit it! You're making me dizzy! Shouted Kalas' Guardian Spirit, named Z. The aged fisherman stopped when hearing the voice of the spirit, sighing lightly.
"Sorry there, Z. Didn't mean to do all that."
It's OK, Gib.
"…Don't call me that."
OK.
"Now then." He took up the wheel and continued on down a path he thought was right. He happily whistled a tune while everyone inside the cabin were busy shuffling their deck of Magnus cards, deciding which healing magnus goes to whom and whose cards had the best spirit number, whatever that was. Just then, the Mindeer is hit by a beam cannon! "What the hell—!" Kalas bellowed.
"What was that?" Lyude wondered in panic. Just as he asked, another cannon fire was shot at them, injuring the Mindeer, and shaking the entire cabin into chaos. When the rumbling stopped, the others gathered their appropriate magnus and headed outside the cabin. "Gibari, what's wrong!" questioned Xelha next.
"We're being attacked!" the brunet bellowed. "I'm trying to avoid their line of fire!"
Kalas looked up and saw a golden ship made out of machine. He easily recognized this vessel and snarled in rage. "Damn! It's Giacomo! They're here!" he cried angrily. The others looked up as well, all startled in shock. How did the imperials know they were traveling to Mira? Or, is this by coincidence? The blue-haired swordsman turned to Gibari immediately. "Hey, does this thing have any weapons to counterattack?"
"No. She's only a traveling vessel, Kalas!"
"Urgh! We're just sitting ducks here!"
On the enemy ship…
"Fools! What are you doing?" Giacomo roared at his two cohorts, Ayme and Folon. The pair smirked in utter confidence as they usually did.
"We were just having fun, sir." Folon replied, laughing heartily.
"No! Idiots, the Divine Child is upon that ship!" the scythe-wielder yelled angrily. "Do not attack the ship!"
Ayme sighed, her fun was ruined as was Folon. Giacomo usually ruined things and this was one of them. "Fine." The pink-haired imperial huffed irritably, walking away from the cannon's controls. The spiky-haired man sighed himself, leaning against the control panels. "Giacomo, you're no fun, you know that—" His elbow pushed a button by accident. "—oops."
Giacomo's eyes widened. "No, no, no! DAMN!"
The firing happened again, Gibari turning the wheel hard. "HOLD ONTO SOMETHING!" he ordered, and everyone obeyed. Everyone except Kalas. "I'm going to avoid them in the trail! Everybody, hang on!" Gibari's rough turn on the Mindeer's controls allowed them to evade the brunt of the attack, but the impact of it whizzing by was unfathomably strong! Kalas tried to hold his ground, but he was knocked off the Mindeer!
"Uaaaagh!" he cried.
KALAS! Z cried as well. HELP US!
"Oh no! Kalas!" Gibari roared as he helplessly watched the blue-haired swordsman fall into the abyss of souls. "That idiot! I told him to hold onto something! Urgh! …Now how will we ever get him back?"
Meanwhile…
Waaaaah! Kalas! Don't just lay there and fall to your death! Use your wings of the heart! Z commanded.
"Derpface! Can't you see I'm trying here?" Kalas shot back angrily.
Loser! I don't even have a face!
"Then stop being a derp!"
What's a derp, anyway?
"I don't know!"
Then why'd you say it!
"I dunno!"
Sigh… You're hopeless, Kalas. That's all I gotta say…
"Screw that! Just give me a hand here and help me use my wings!"
But I don't have any hands! Heck, I don't even have a body anymore!
Kalas facepalmed at his spirit's comment. He wish he could just strangle his spirit to death—wait the spirit was already dead in a different world. Darn, that wouldn't work. Oh well, maybe just pestering the heck out of it would work just fine then. But, that would have to wait until later. "We don't have time for this! You know what I meant!"
Heh, yeah I know. I just like messing with ya. Here we go! Z channeled his endless amount of energy into Kalas' heart, which the blue-haired swordsman used to gather his wing of the heart and winglet to extend and flap them against their falling doom. Instead of seeing the wild pinks, purples, blacks and whites of the Trail of Souls, both Kalas and Z were seeing the…sky? It was beautiful and the clouds were out as usual. But something was terribly wrong with this picture…
"What the…? Where are the floating islands?" asked Kalas, his eyes trying to find any sign of floating isle, but to no avail. "Z! There's no floating islands anywhere!" he cried, freaking out. The Guardian Spirit sighed heavily, having been well aware of the nonexistent isles in the sky.
Well gee Captain Obvious… of course. But, this is definitely not home…
"I could have told you that, derpface!"
Uh! Will you quit calling me that name? Just remember that I don't even HAVE a face to be derpy about! So hah! Inyoface!
"A bit irony there, isn't it?" Kalas chuckled and decided to ignore the nags and ranting of his annoying spirit dwelling in his heart. The swordsman lowered himself to near ground level, having spotted something in the distance. It was a soldier in red armor, holding what appeared to be a lance. What in the… "That guy is seriously trying to dress up old school. It's a nice outfit." He laughed to himself at the ridiculous get-up. Z sighed once again, and if he had a body, he would be shaking his head at the moment.
Well? What are you waiting around for? Xelha to kiss you? Stop laughing at the guy and go ask him for some help. Maybe he knows where the heck we are.
"Urk, I am. Stop nagging me, Mother."
Don't bet your reviving crackers on it, Son.
After a few more sarcastic comments made between them, Kalas approached the soldier guy, landing right in front of him, making his wing disappear and his winglet fold back into place. "Excuse me, sir. Would you tell me where I—"
"A sub-human!" the soldier cried, staggering back from Kalas, his spear held up in defense. The blue-eyed sworduser just blinked, confused and half startled by the man's sudden actions. Z was confused too, and wanted to know why. So, as what all Guardian Spirits did best, he annoyed his host.
Kalas! Why's he doing that?
"I don't know, Z. Sheesh, he's just—"
"Aaah! There's a voice in my head now!" the soldier cried again, his hands upon his head. "H-help! The sub-human has magic! The sub-human is possessing me with its ghastly powers! Help! Help!" If Z had a physical body, he and Kalas would be exchanging odd glances and stares with another. Kalas sighed too, arms crossed in irritation. "Look man. I just want to know where I am, OK? Is that too hard to ask for?" Unfortunately, Kalas did not get his answer; instead, more soldiers wearing red armor appeared from nowhere. Kalas swore he saw them pop out like daisies.
"Soldier! What is going on here?" asked one of the other red-armored men. The bellowing guardsman pointed his shaking finger to Kalas.
"It's a sub-human! He only had one wing and the other was a weird, skeleton looking wing! And, then he commanded a ghost voice in my head to possess me! It was weird, I tell you. A total… freaking out thing!" The others stared at Kalas, then back to the man and shook their heads. "…That guy isn't a sub-human. He's just an ordinary kid with a sword." The second officer said, sighing. "You're hallucinating. Those curs can't even conjure up a tiny fire for themselves. How do you expect us to believe you heard a voice? Hah!" The others laughed with him, but the nervous man was shivering in fear, not believing his cohorts. Kalas wanted to join in, but they were slightly alluding to his spirit being an invisible… well being. That's what he was in the first place.
"Here that, Z? They're kinda making fun of you. You better do something about it. Hehe…"
The Spirit was fuming in anger, even though nobody could see it. You guys all SUCK EGGS! I can't believe you all won't believe that guy! I'm real! HELLO. I'M SPEAKING INTO YOUR HEARTS! BA-HA-HA-HA-HA! This more or less freaked out the rest of the guards, them gripping their weapons tightly. "Wh-who said that?"
ME. I did! I'm a Guardian Spirit, derpfaces! And you guys look pretty dumb and silly now with those retarded faces you have. You should see the looks on your faces; it's absolutely ridiculous and priceless. HAH.
The guards were getting angry at the amount of insults being thrown at them, even though it was only four insults in one whole sentence. Maybe it was five. Eh, they weren't counting to really care. They followed the echoing of the voice to the blue-haired swordsman; with angered expressions, they took up their weapons and neared closer to him. Kalas took this as a sign for him to book it on out of there. "Eh, guys I'd love to stay and chat, but I've gotta fly." And with that, he leapt up into the air, wings unfolding and he took off southward in his rush. The guards were yelling insults at him, mainly calling him 'sub-human scum' and all. The blue-haired swordsman sighed heavily.
Unfortunately, moments later, the sky was turning shades of dark greys and blues, the sun was setting and wildlife were scurrying away into their homes. Kalas felt so left out, but he and Z finally found some decent covering away from the world. It was a small, cave like place, with overgrown trees around it and shrubs, it made nice coverage. He knew he would have to camp here. "Jeez, I hope all the people here aren't crazy at name calling." Kalas complained, getting a fire started.
I agree… This whole day's getting weirder by the minute. But I was definitely getting a kick out of antangonizing those soliders. Z agreed, then something popped into his head, er, well into his trail of thoughts. So, what's for dinner? Kalas gave a perplexed stare at his heart mentally and physically, a frown crossing his face. Z saw this, somehow and frowned himself, again, somehow. What's with that face, O King of Derp?
"It's just that you can't eat. You're just a spiritual connection. And I'm not a derp!"
I'm a spiritual connection that needs to be fed, too. I'm so hungry, my stomach is hungry.
"That didn't even make a lick of sense!" Kalas groaned. The only food he had were Mountain Apples, Cheese, Bananas, Peaches, Chestnuts and some Shish Kebab. Those would have to suffice until they found some sort of town or village to help support. With a low sigh, he released the magna essence of the chestnuts and one shish kebab for now. He wasn't exactly hungry, since being in this new world was scaring him, though he wouldn't admit it out loud. He turned the shish kebab over the fire a few times before sinking his teeth into it, deliciously moaning.
After devouring the kebab and a few chestnuts, he took off his cape, sidled up the cave wall and used it as a blanket, as he curled up next to the fire close by. The moon up high wasn't a full moon, but it reminded him of how much he wanted to be home. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep but woke up at the sound of loud chirping crickets and wild frogs croaking.
'…This is going to be a long night…' he groaned to himself.
Poor Kalas! XD He has no idea where he is. But he'll soon find out in the next chapter! So, uh review please!