Hoorah! Second chapter! And I've got muses now! Edgey, please tell the wonderful readers the disclaimer.
Edgeworth: Not if you're going to keep calling me that.
Timcampy: What?! Please?
Edgeworth: Absolutely not.
Timcampy: Fine. I'll do it myself. I don't own Fire Emblem or Kyou Kara Maou.
Edgeworth: You've got so many other muses, why didn't you ask them instead...? I'm busy--
Timcampy: Now, on with the story! Let'sgetstartedREADYSTEADYGO!
Edgeworth: -glare-
His eyes were still closed and he didn't dare open them. What had that voice been? And where was he now? Light shone through his eyelids, bright and warm and from the sun...but everything seemed unfamiliar. The soft grass he lay on seemed foreign, almost...otherworldly?
Consciousness slowly came back, and Yuuri realized that he had a sharp pain in the back of his head. Carefully sitting up, he opened his eyes.
A battered, bloody Wolfram lay before him, motionless, fresh crimson stains on his blue military uniform.
"Wolfram--?!" His hand flew to the Mazoku's wrist. "...there's still a pulse...Thank God for that health class I took that year..." he muttered to himself. "He's still bleeding pretty badly..."
In a panic, he frantically surveyed the surroundings. "It's just grass, grass, and more grass!! Aaarrgh! What am I going to do?!" He winced as the pain returned, sending his hand to the back of his head. "I must have hit it on a rock or something." Sure enough, a stone lay on the ground nearby.
He took a deep breath. "Calm down, calm down...Wait a minute, what am I doing?! I have to get help!!" He slapped himself on the forehead, punishment for his own stupidity in such a desperate situation. "OW!"
More punishment.
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Emerging from a simple tent was a young woman, not more than eighteen. Her leather boots stepped in the green grass the plains of Sacae were well-known for, and she stretched her slender yet strong arms.
"Aaaah, what a beautiful day. "
She looked around the familiar land. Not that she needed to, she knew this place, the land of her birth, like the back of her hand. And, after all, six months alone allows plenty of time to spend with nature.
A small frown came upon her face. She bowed her head and stared at the ground, her teal hair obscuring her eyes, of the same color. It seems like it was so long ago, yet at the same time, it seems like just yesterday that these plains were so bloody...
Tears welled up in her eyes and she bit her lip to hold them back. "Mother...Father..."
"N-no. No more. They would want me to be strong..." Lyn looked up and sighed. "But why is it so hard?"
Her ears, sharp from years of being trained to hunt for herself, picked up a noise. Then again, it wasn't that hard NOT to hear it; whatever was making that racket was awfully clumsy and wasn't making any effort at all to hide their presence. Probably an injured animal, or...
Or...
"Bandits!" She ran back inside and hastily grabbed the nearest sword and a vulnerary or two. She wasn't counting; she had no time to waste.
She looked out the canvas door of her tent. The bandits were getting closer. She could see them now--wait. Were those really bandits?
Lyn squinted and held a hand up to block out the Sacaean sun.
"Help!" called one of the figures in the distance. It appeared that he was carrying something on his back. Lyn studied it carefully. Was that a...
"It's another person!! Noah!" A horse, secured to a tree next to her house, whinnied. She swiftly mounted it and rode to aid the strangers.
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It's comfortable...and warm...
But...
Am I dead...? And what about...
"Are you awake?" asked a female voice to his right.
"Oh, I'm so relieved...I'm glad you're alright." A familiar voice breathed a sigh of relief.
Wolfram opened his eyes and turned to Yuuri. "Yuuri..."
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lyn, of the Lorca tribe. You're safe now," said the woman.
"Who are--" Wolfram abruptly rose, only to fall back down again, his faced screwed up in pain. "Ah!"
"Hey, don't do that! She just bound up all your wounds! They'll get worse if you move around too much." Yuuri nodded in approval, flaunting the knowledge he'd gained from the same health class that had helped him make sure Wolfram was still alive.
"You wimp, it's your fault, you hit your head on that rock and I had to fight all those guys alone." He scowled and glared at his black-haired companion.
"Bandits?" Lyn rose, clutching the hilt of her sword.
"I took care of all of them," Wolfram stated, a hint of pride in his voice. "There were a lot, but they were no match for me. One caught me by surprise though."
"Hm." She eyed him, slightly taken aback by his boasts.
"Where are we, by the way?" He looked around. It was just Yuuri, himself, and the girl, apparently named Lyn, in a room made from some type of brown cloth. Maybe canvas or the skin of some animal.
"The Sacae plains," replied Lyn.
"Sacae...? Where's that?" Yuuri turned to Lyn and cocked his head.
"Umm...the continent of Elibe?"
"Huh?"
"Y-you don't know you're in Elibe?!" she exclaimed, shocked. "Where are you from then?"
"Shin Makoku?"
"Eh?"
"Uh...Japan?" Yuuri said, clearly on the verge of panic.
"Where's that?"
"Earth?!"
"N-no idea..." she replied, apologetically.
He stood. "There's only one way now." With a grave expression on his face...
...he clicked his shoes together.
"There's no place like home. There's no place like home."
Silence.
"IT'S NOT WORKING!!!" sobbed the Maou. "It worked in that movie, why isn't it working now?!"
"Umm..." Lyn, confused, attempted to console the distressed boy.
Wolfram sighed. "You idiot."
"What are your names?" Lyn asked hastily, changing the subject.
"I'm Yuuri."
"I am Wolfram."
"What unusual names...But pay me no mind," she added, noticing the annoyed look on Wolfram's face and the disappointed look on Yuuri's. "You must be travelers if you've no idea where you are...Could you please tell me about where you come from?"
Heavy footsteps from the outside caused all three to turn to the door.
"What was that...?" Lyn thought aloud. "I'll go see what's happening. Yuuri, please wait here with Wolfram." She left, the hem of her blue-green tribal dress behind her.
"...I don't like her," stated Wolfram, scowling. "She's too nice to you."
"But she helped us! Don't be so rude!" retorted Yuuri in Lyn's defense. "If it wasn't for her you'd probably be dead!"
"But I still don't like her."
The Sacaean woman re-entered. "Bandits!"
"What?!"
"The ones that I missed..." Wolfram stared at the ceiling. "I was clumsy today..."
"I...I have to stop them!" Lyn began to rush outside, but Yuuri caught her arm.
"You can't go alone. Let me help."
"Can you fight?" she asked.
"Y-yes. I can use a sword," he replied, a tone of anxiety in his voice.
The injured Mazoku scoffed.
"Hey, that's not doing any good for my self-esteem!" complained the Maou.
"Don't worry," their rescuer reassured, "We'll be working as a team. Besides, there's only two..."
"Two? What kind of bandits only send two men?"
Lyn paused and thought for a second. "...You're right...but it's to our advantage. And since there are only two of them here, Wolfram should be safe as well..."
"Okay..." He didn't look entirely confident as he watched the girl's long ponytail slip through the door and followed after her.
Wolfram, now alone, was left to stare at the ceiling."...I hate this."
Yuuri suddenly ran back in. "Wolfram, are there other swords here?"
"Huh? Over..." Wolfram noticed some swords and bows in the corner of the tent. "There." He pointed. "But you've already got a sword."
"I don't want Morgif scaring Lyn," he explained, picking out an iron sword and exiting again.
Morgif, set down on a chair beside Wolfram's bed, groaned in disappointment.
Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! Edgeworth hopes so too. Right?
Edgeworth: ...
Timcampy: I'll call the fangirls. You don't want what happened last time to happen again, do you...? I'll tell them to bring video cameras this time. We could post it on the internet...
Edgeworth: Yes, I really hoped you all enjoyed the story.
Timcampy: Good job, Edgey!
Edgeworth: ...Thanks. -scowl-
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