Chapter the Second: Electrifying

So, Fran. You're on a ship that you don't want to be on, heading to Magi Val with a group of teenagers who know nothing about fighting, and an army. And you have to go with the teenagers...I wonder how much fun I can have by putting a target on my chest.

Fran was currently sailing. He only knew one thing, which was where he was going. The continent of Magi Val, with highly superior technology, magic and religious figures. There was no corruption there, it was all perfectly decent. Why couldn't I have been born there?

A man joined him on the front deck. Fran could tell by his clothes, his manner and his sword that he was a military man. "..." he said.

"I'm sorry?" Fran replied, unable to translate Enigmatic Warrior-speak.

"... ..." the man said again, placing particular emphasis on that fifth dot.

"Err...sorry, you're not saying anything..."

The mysterious man banged his head off the banister, and then produced a sheet of paper and a quill. Writing down rapidly, he then held the sheet of paper up. Written in hastily written...err...writing was the words "My name's Shinzu, dumbass. What's yours?"

Fran groaned. "Great...an Elimine-Damn Enigmatic Warrior...I'm Fran, the Monk..."

Shinzu started writing again hurriedly. When he produced the paper this time, it said "Ah, you're the one I'm supposed to protect. Elimine-Damn..."

"Tell me about it..." Fran replied.

-

Meanwhile, with the army, Commander Fiere Ryzaria looked on edge. Why did Badass have to send the Last Chancers! I was looking forward to my retirement next year...arrgh...

Fiere was the kind of man you couldn't help liking. He had bucket loads of charm, one of the primary reasons that he'd survived so long. He had so much charm, that in battle, the opponents suddenly wondered why they'd been talked into surrendering their vastly superior forces, land and money over to this one man. This made Fiere loved by the population, but hated by every lord and lady in the land.

And that was just how he liked it.

"Sah!" Ah, Sub Commander Andrew Morgans... Andrew Morgans was the exact opposite of Fiere. He had about as much charm as a road accident, and about as much intelligence as well. This made him hated by everyone BUT the lords and ladies of the land. They love a man without imagination, they're easier to manipulate. On many occasions, they've called for Fiere to be discharged to be replaced by Andrew, but each time, Fiere turned on the charm, and the lords and ladies turned over their savings, before feeling very foolish indeed.

"What is it, Morgans?" Fiere asked, preparing for bad news.

"Sah! It appears that there are a group of teenagers on board with us, sah! I do not understand why, sah!"

Fiere groaned. "Have you not read the Holy Behbly, Morgans?"

"No, sah! Our family is strictly atheist, sah!"

"Atheist? Which is..."

"The worship of the Dark Goddess Atheia, sah!"

"Atheia?" Fiere scoffed. "That's not a real goddess!"

A massive thunderbolt smashed into the sea beside the boat.

"Point taken..."

-

King Hardrid Badass looked around at the other four leaders. The Lycian League leader, Lord Eliwood III. The Head Tribesman of Sacae, Lady Lydia. The Ilian Knight General, Lady Farina IV. The King of Etruria, Kyle Ryzaria, son of Bern's most famed commander. Let's see...I'm certain I have Bern with me...Lycia, a maybe. Ilia, almost certainly. Sacae...hmm...I don't know...

He smiled warmly at the group, a hard thing to do for a man whose hobbies include stealing candy from small children. "My fellow Lords and Ladies, this is a dark time. Magi Val are stockpiling powerful magical weapons, ready to destroy Elibe completely. I have already sent an army as well as a group of teenagers-"

"A group of teenagers?" Farina cried. "Are you mad?"

Hardrid sighed. "Servant, show her the Bibleh." The servant called Servant bowed, before rushing to Farina, the book open. Farina read from the passage, then scoffed. "Bah! I don't believe this! Just because a book says this, you're all going to believe this? I DON'T BELIEVE!"

Everyone winced, and looked up. "What?" Farina asked, before a massive bolt of lightning smashed through the roof, smashing into the Lady of Ilia.

As her body crumpled to the ground, Hardrid groaned. "Atheia must have misheard her."