Ok, I am going to answer the reviews in the begging of these chapters so I can answer your questions and reply to comments. Also rating may change to M later on.

Consort: What OC?

Jax Smallbine: I said he hates s-supports, not supports in general. Also I forgot about the Tellius games. (I spelt that wrong right?)

GrimaxNaga: Yeah I was happy to help. And your question on the outrealm gate is that how would you feel if a fictional thing was in our world? (i.e the mila tree ) and thanks for the praise and the conversations between the manaketes I have yet planned.

Also I need to work on marriages. I only have 3. Robin, Chrom and someone else. (That I have hinted at.)

My spine shuddered. Something that was wet and slimy was spread on my forehead. I fight the headache I had acquired and opened them. The top of a wagon was all I saw, so I sat up. A sensation entered my nose, a familiar one at that. I arch my head back and let out a mighty sneeze. Snot went down my mouth. Ugh, eww. Get that off. I wipe my mouth/nose. "I need a tissue." I drape the blanket covering me over the edge and swivel my legs, so they are over the edge. The wooden planks of the wagon weren't cold, so I guess we are no longer in Ferox. In fact, I could feel we aren't even moving. I see my shirt or tunic in Fire Emblem. I reach for it and pop it on. I stand up and almost fall over but someone caught me. I look up to see Robin. He smiled, "Need help?"

"Yeah, thanks. Where are we?" I look around outside of the carriage and my jaw dropped. We were in a city that rivaled New York city. Tall buildings were every where here, full of color and life.

Wow, this place is cooler than I thought. Though sine this was such a populated place, there were many eyes on me though, I didn't care that everyone was looking at me weird because I was too distracted by the sight of this place. This place reminded me of Castle town in the Zelda series. Growing up in Alaska, when you go to a place like this, you take up every little bit of it. The air felt fresh, everyone was kind, well kind of since they were spooked at my appearance. Street vender's food looked really good and smelled better. My stomach growled in protest from walking away from them but I had to get to the garrison, orders of Robin. He said I need to get familiar with everyone and I agreed. Now I just need to find the garrison.

Is this the way towards the garrison? No, just another dead end. That was the 8th dead end. I was hopelessly lost. The worst part is that I have been at this for hours. I think I even ran into Anna once. I have seen countless people but no one I know, which is small. When I do find the garrison, I am going to let Robin have a piece of my mind. He expected me to find this place with no directions? The streets were dark, clouds hiding the sky. Almost all lights were out, expect the late night bars and inn. What is it with men and directions? We are like mortal enemies since the dawn of time. I had to find a place to stay since the temperature was dropping. I look around at where I was now and there was only one inn that was part tavern, so that might be a good place to be.

I settle my hands on the door, the door creaked open into the empty bar. The bartender was wiping cups when I came in. When he noticed me his eyes widened. I just pulled up a seat and sat down near him. "What would you like, stranger?" He spoke with a weird accent, unlike the people around here. Well, I didn't really fit in around here also. I reached into my pouch and saw I had abut 20 gold coins. "Will this give me a room for the night and a glass of water?" I drop the bag on the table and the bartender looks at it greedily. Oh, great a money grabber. "Yes, that will be enough." He had a evil smirk as he snagged my bag. Red flags were going of in my head. Something told me I'll regret coming here. He heads into the back, maybe to get water. I just lay my head down and think. Mainly about that dream. Who were those people? Was that a vision or something? I pondered more thoughts when the bartender came back with a glass of water. He sets it down In front of me and gives me a key. I gulp down the water and walk towards the stairs. But something is wrong. I stagger, my thoughts get sluggish. I turn to see the bartender coming with rope. My eyes were closing. That mother trucker drugged me.

"HEY WAKE UP!" SNAP! Pain flared up my spine. It woke me up pretty quick. I arch my back and let out a moan. Blood was running down my back and mouth. I look up weakly. My wrists were restricted by shackles, my knees were on the ground. My chest was exposed. I appear to be in a cell. There was bars in front of me, stones everywhere. There was one window that was also had bars, rusted all over. It let sunlight in, but it came in weakly as if it was scared of the room. I look over my shoulder and see a what looks like a berserker. He had a whip that was dripping blood. My blood. My mind moved sluggish. What even happened? "Good, I thought we killed you. Wouldn't make a good profit off of you, Dragonborn." I felt shock but I was too weak to express it. Profit? Was I going to be sold? He gave me another whip and I let out a scream, but my throat was hoarse. He pulled out a pair of keys and unlocked my cuffs. I instantly fall on my face, not realizing that the chains supported me so much. The man laughs manically and walks out of my cell, locking the jail cell door behind him.

I crawl to the sunlight, the warmth relaxing me, though not enough not to be scared. I was going to be sold. Is this what slaves felt back in the 1700-1800's? Every second I spent here a part of my hope disappears. Soon the sun goes down and it gets really cold. The ground became cold so I sat up against the wall, my back aching. I hope I don't get a infection. That would suck. I start crying, wishing I never saw that outrealm gate ever. If I didn't find it, then I would be a outcast, wouldn't be risking my life, or be rotting in this cell. Wow, I am already acting like I have been in here for months. Though, something would tell me that I would be in here a while.

I needed a way to lift my spirits a little. What did I find that would relax me? Napping? Might help but I don't trust taking a nap here. I can't read. A song. There was this one song my friend often sung while playing his games and it often helped me relax. I asked him why he often sung it and just replied with "It's a plot important song in a game I am playing." After he sung it, like, 40 times I got the lyrics imprinted in my brain. I clear my throat, it seemed more like coughing though.

You are the oceans gray waves, destined to seek..

Life beyond the shore just out of reach...

Yet the waters ever change, flowing like time...

The path is yours to climb

My heartbeat became slower than it was before and it was lot better than I was before. My breathing was even. Thank you song. Now what? Do I just wait? My answer was answered quickly for the cell door opened again and I felt a metal clamp go over my neck, clamps restrained my hands to my back. The hot metal burned my back. I had to grit my teeth to not scream. They tugged at the chains brining me towards the cell door. We went through a maze of corridors to a back of a stage, with a loud voices. Oh no. I was shoved through to see a large crowd of snotty looking rich people.

"Starting bid at 50,000 gold." I almost whistled. Starting bid is that? Wow. "I would like to see it's dragon form before I start bidding." The sellers faces changed to a happy face to a face of horror. My face was the same. I didn't have a dragonstone. I knew I can't transform. The jailers started arguing. Ether they didn't want to show them "my" dragon form so they could get more money or they idn't think this far ahead. The latter is probably is true. Then the snotty nobles turned and began to leave. This angered the jailers to a large extreme. I let out a choked snark as they dragged my back to my cell. The undid my clamps and put me up on the chains above. Then the next hour was torture. They whipped me like there was no tomorrow. I blacked out halfway through it. Yeah, the pain was that bad. Though I am going to saved quickly, yes?

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Days turned to weeks and then a month. Each day the same. Eat the piece of bread and drink the shot of water they gave me, sit, see buyers, get whipped, eat dinner, mark the day and attempt to sleep. Each day the whipping got worse as more and more people turned me down since I don't have a dragonstone. If they only knew I wasn't a dragon. Then they might kill me. My health was getting worse and worse. I looked liked I lost 10 pounds I couldn't afford to lose, my back was caked in blood and cuts, my hair was long, dirty and messy. I looked like a beggar. I wished Robin just gave me instructions. Then one day something happened. I was just doing the normal sitting when my cell door opened. It wasn't time for them to take me to buyers. "Oof, hey! You big meanies!" I look up to see that I had a new cell mate. She was short, with yellow and greenish hair all over the place. She wore a purple cloak, covering her back. The jailer whipped the bars and the girl back away in fear. "Keep it down, pipsqueak! We won't hesitate to use force girl." He grabbed the tip of his whip and made it crack like a belt. I tightened my fist, but I release it. I was in no condition to fight. He looks at us and then he left.

"Well phooey." The girl looked around and then I saw a detail about her. She had pointed ears too. My eyes barely open. Is this a real manakete? If so, how was she captured? In her sleep? I heard a gasp and saw she found me. I could clearly see her appearance now. She had a golden circlet on her forehead, violet eyes, had a necklace with a jade heart, only article of clothing that was covering her chest were scaled clothing, wrapping around her like a backpack. Her belts held up her bright pink socks, strangely. On her hips were pink bows, as large as her head. She had purple boots that went past her knees and had little hearts on the tips of her toes. I weakly wave at her. Then I felt something burrow under my arm. I weakly look and see she snuggling at me. She looks up and see's my expression. "You look like you could use a hug." And with that she burrows her head into my arm and I just weakly smile.

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"What do you want to play now?" Nowi gave me a sheepish smile. I have only known her for two days and I already enjoy her company. She has helped me in a way. By playing games with me, she has built up hope. It's like they say, hope from someone can inspire the new. Her cheerful attitude, despite the situation, has managed to cheer me up to a point that I feel that we will be safe. Someone will help us eventually. "Patty cake?" I know it is terrible, but we just played house. I am just surprised that the guards haven't told us to stop. She grins wide and nods really fast. I was a little scared she was going to smash her face into the ground. I hold our my hands and we commence Patty cake, minus the words. I hear footsteps and we stop our game. Nowi hides behind me and I look at the cell door. But the guard was new. He had orange hair, green mercenary clothes and a old face.

"Gregor is here to help yes?"

Nowi pecks behind me and sticks out her tongue. "How can we trust you?" I could hear the weakness in my voice but I had to act strong. He gestures us over and walks away, leaving the gate open. I look at Nowi. "Want to trust him?" She nodded fast, as tired of this place as I was. I didn't know what she did while I was attempted to be auctioned. I walk as fast as I could, which wasn't fast. I walk past the cell doors with Nowi in tow. It was night I realized, perfect for escape. The man, Gregor was waiting in front of us with a grin. He gestured us to follow him and he walked out a secret door. Man, how did I not see that? I walk through the hidden door and I hear a spitting noise. Nowi got some cobwebs in her mouth. "Want some help?" I hold out my hand. "Yeah, thanks!" She gave a slight smile. I grab her hand and I take her with me.

The passage lead out to a village I presume was far from the, where ever I was with Nowi. Gregor lead us out of town and to a singular palm tree, you know, the oasis that is conveniently near for us to rest. He pulls out some wood from who knows where and let's it fall in a pile. He pulls out what I presume is flint and steel and gives it a mighty stroke. The sparks are so intense that they instantly catch fire on the wood. He hands Nowi a bag and she lights up. "My bag! Yay!" She opens it and pulls out fine gloves. She stretches them over her hands and wrists and they go the length of her arm. She tightly seals the bag and drapes it over her shoulder. I was to distracted to see a tunic get thrown at my face. I forgot I was shirtless.

The tunic was very specific. It was a green tunic that had a loose v neck and it came with a leather strap that came with a leather shoulder pad. The inside was well padded, despite looking like a shirt you would get at a thrift store. I carefully put the shirt on and I shudder at the sudden comfort. The man, Gregor then gave us a strip of meat. "Dragons need energy yes?

The meat didn't stand a chance. I don't even think it even touched my tongue.

"Well, Gregor needs beauty sleep, yes? Dragons need sleep too."

He just layed down and started snoring. Nowi turns to me. "What are you going to do after this?" What am I going to do? I guess go to the shepherds or find them. "I have to find the shepherds, the group I was in." Nowi blinked a little. "You herd sheep?" and for the first time in a while I genially laughed.

Hey guys.

Nowi is here!

I had a idea were they would meet anime style, fall on each other, fall down a hill and get sick. Yay! But then I thought of a new idea and then this came up. I might have messed up Gregor so sorry to any Gregor fans out there. I have finally a plan on what my battle plan will be! I am going to do stories in bursts of two and I am going to give you a work in progress summary of a story in the future! Also this chapter was not my best so give me pointer on how to change it and I will.

Summary

Warriors from the future. The shepherds expected that it would just be their children, but 3 warriors flipped their worlds upside down. Now, on top of being parents, some shepherds have to except the fact some are grandparents.

I think the title will be "Scions of Fate"

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