We Choose to Fight
Ch. 3
Forté's POV
My mind was swimming with ideas as I walked out of the infirmary tent. You know, thoughts like, 'We'll have to keep an eye on that Frost character, lest he turn tail and kill us in our sleep; he seems like the type' and 'How do I carve dark runes into myself without bleeding to death?' and 'Maybe I should check on our other new guy.'
And what a coincidence that I should find the newest member to our little group, the orange-haired, candy-obsessed thief. He's sitting under a tree, munching on sweets like his life depends on it. Should I talk to him? I never know how to begin conversation. This is going to turn out horribly awkward and I really don't know how to deal with this right now-
"Is there a reason you're staring at me, or am I just that gorgeous?" Gaius asked with a smirk. How am I supposed to respond to this?! Breathe, Forté, breathe. Talking is easy if you just
just
"Can I – can I have some candy?"
If you just don't say what I just said. What is wrong with me.
But to my surprise, he grinned and patted the ground next to him. I'm being lured into some kind of trap, aren't I? I longed to take my eyepatch off, but... No, that could be disastrous if anybody found out about what I'm hiding...
I decided to risk it: I sat down, just a little too close to Gaius, while he reached into his pockets. Soon enough there was a pile of myriad candies, of every shape and size, every color, every flavor. How did so few pockets hide so many delicious, delicious sweets?
"Pick one, any one," he said theatrically. "Free of charge, even. Have to gain your trust somehow, right?" I smile nervously, and try not to drool as I pick out a few chocolates.
Perhaps this adversary-turned-ally isn't as bad as I had thought.
I still don't trust that Frost guy, though.
After supper – which was quite subdued today, considering what had recently happened – most everybody was gathered around a bonfire outside. I sat a bit away from everybody, as usual. I'm not exactly sure if they trust me just yet, being relatively new to the Shepherds myself and not having told them about my past.
Aaaand let me steer away from that topic before my thoughts take a turn for the ugly.
Chrom stood up and cleared his throat. It was amazing how quickly he could command attention. "Soldiers! Everyone is here, so I'll say this: in a few days, we will be escorting Emmeryn to the eastern palace. We can discuss more in the morning, but we should all be aware that it could be dangerous. We can't trust those Plegian dastards." Afterwards, he sat back down, but the conversation remained on the topic for a while.
This is my chance to prove myself! The Shepherds like me well enough, but they don't think I'm strong enough to protect anybody. I'll show them I can handle whatever life throws at me, just as I've always done. I'll show them that with my magic and secret skills, I can be strong...
I hope.
AN: Hey everyone, Frigidus here. Just wanted to apologize for this being a tad bit on the short side. Also, to the one person who reviewed so far, thanks for reviewing. Also, both Frost and Forté are OCs, Frost being mine, and Forté's being the co-author/editor's OC. Six other OCs are on the way, two being from the normal timeline, the other four being future children. Robin is in the story as himself. Thats about it, so thanks for reading this next chapter, and the next one will hopefully be up soon!