Yes, the hiatus is off. I was writing the prologue for my other story, but I ended up with writer's block. I have no idea how to have a fight scene in third person... That doesn't matter though, so just enjoy this chapter.
My head... So sore...
"Waugh!"
I hit a stone floor with a thud, as a crowd of people gather around me.
I can probably assume that this is Plegia Castle, considering that this is the part where Gangrel chews me out because I'm named Ravel. I seriously think that this castle could use a better name, however.
"This is the pipsqueak that you were talking about, General Mustafa?" I hear Gangrel ask.
Mustafa was in command of that army? Man, I doubt he feels too good about this.
"Yes, my king." he reluctantly replies, "He attempted to assaulted one of our men, sir." Seriously, this guy seems against anything that Gangrel does.
But I can confirm my suspicion that I am in Plegia 'still needs a better name' Castle, so the universe hasn't changed this much.
"What is your name, boy?" Gangrel menacingly asked. Seriously, I'm surprised that I'm not scared out of my mind. It's almost like my entire personality is changing.
"It's Ravel." he then put on an exaggerated look of surprise on his face. Seriously, this guy is a jerk.
"Ravel, is it? Are you possibly a descendant of our ex-general Ravel?" he asked.
Well, this is just like in my fanfi- Ugh.. My head.. Again..
Is this another flashback? I'm at the forge, that I know for a fact is not possible. But really, why now? I understand with the Draiotoll thing, but what about now?
Across the room, a man walks into the room. Wait, he doesn't exactly look happy. Wait a second, WAIT JUST A SECOND!
"Ravel," he says, "I'm sorry."
This doesn't sound good. Not good at all.
"No..." a voice that sounds like mine, though it isn't, says, "This can't be!"
'I' rush into the room only to see a woman lying on a bed. There are of a couple of men by the bed, but their heads are down in sorrow.
Wait just a second! It's my- er... Ravel's mother. It she... dead...?
Suddenly I hear a loud sob from next to me. Though technically, that is me.
"Mother!" 'Ravel' lets out another sob, before bursting into hysterics. Crap, I'm actually feeling upset. But why? I've never even met Ravel's mother, and barely even knew about her until that flashback.
I... Ugh.. I think I'm going to cry now. No, Alan. FIGHT IT!
Just- Oh come on... here comes the pain again.
I'm still in the castle, and it appears that nothing had actually happened during the flashback. Wait a second, I take that back. There is a large puddle of tears on the ground. I just hope that they did not just see me cry that whole time.
"Are you done with your crying? I believe that you were supposed to answer!" Gangrel screams. Great, a bunch of men just watched me cry. I hate you so much, reality.
"I.. I am named after him." I finally respond.
"Well that alone gives me the right to torture you; cut off each of your limbs piece by piece. The general was a traitor. He thought he could rule Plegia. He was wrong." Gangrel responds sourly. It's going to be all bark, almost no bite. But that doesn't change the fact that his information was obviously told differently.
Gangrel pulls out a dagger and points it in my direction. Wait, WHAT?! I can't believe that I forgot about the scar that Gangrel gives me!
"Do you know what I plan to do with this, Ravel?" he asks me. Don't do it...
"Uh.. No..?"
"I plan," he growled, "to do just as I promised: cut you up, piece by piece. Let you live feel the pain that your 'saint' of a grandfather caused to my kin!"
Before I can try to do anything, Gangrel swipes the dagger across my face, leaving a scratch. Okay, it isn't that deep, so it probably won't scar... Or at least I hope it won't.
No! No! No! Don't even think that! Last time you did you ended up sitting in the sun for five hours!
"Sir!" a nearby soldier yells, "I have grave news!" Gangrel turns around, not satisfied with the man's words.
"What do you want? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" Gangrel screams.
"Sir.. The Shepherds... They.." the soldier gasped.
"Spit it out you fool!"
"Our scouts have reported that the Shepherds have invaded Plegia. Their intention is to take back the Exalt. Another force has also broken into the prison and taken the Pegasus Knights." the soldier explains, finally catching a breath. Wait, the Pegasus knights?! They were supposed to help ME escape from the prison!
"Gah, fine! We'll just have to give them the welcome they deserve." Gangrel replies sourly. "As for you," he points to me, "I'll just throw you into the prison with the other criminals and traitors of Plegia!" NO! NO! NO! NO! This isn't right!
After being sentenced to going to prison, I am then dragged, literally DRAGGED, across the Plegian desert. The whole trip involved me being laughed at by multiple villages while getting sand down my pants.
Eventually we arrive at the prison, where I am forced to change into nothing but rags, and I am escorted down to the prison halls.
As I'm walking down the hall, I see the the different people in the cells. It's pretty disturbing, actually. There's children, men, women, I swear that I also saw some wyverns in there. And I'm not even going to describe what else was in those cages.
We approach the end of the hall, and one of the guards approaches the door of the cell. He opens it and yells into the cell.
"Jafray, you have a new cellmate!" he screams.
The men then proceed to throw me head-first into the cell, and I hit the floor. They immediately close the door behind me, and walk away.
This cell is actually pretty disgusting. What is that smell anyways?
Wait, I'm still on the ground. I may as well wait to be helped up.
Let's see...
Three.
Two.
One.
"You need a hand?" I hear a voice ask.
There's Jafray, right on cue. I grab his hand, and am pulled up in a fashion that strangely reminds me of Robin and Chrom..
"The name's Jafray." he says. "What's yours?"
"Ravel." I reply. You know, I COULD have gone by my real name at this point, but I've gotten used to being called Ravel by this point.
"Ravel? That's a weird name."
"I'm pretty sure that Jafray is weirder." I smugly reply. True. But then again, I thought of the name. Wait a second, what is that supposed to mean?
"Suuuure it is."
"So, how'd you end up here?" he asks, "Me and my sister used to be thieves, but then we were caught by some smug little merchant. She then put us up for ransom, and we were soon arrested.
I have a feeling that it was an Anna, but it could have been anyone.
"My hometown was invaded by brigands, and I was captured." I know how much detail I left out, but I don't feel like explaining it all.
"Sheesh, I didn't think that these crimes were worth getting executed over." Jafray complains.
I think I have an idea why. Perhaps since Emmeryn was captured in this timeline, Gangrel went crazy and decided to execute all of the prisoners. I mean, according to my story, I AM in the original timeline. Or, at least I SHOULD be.
Wait, Jafray is ASLEEP? That happened a bit suddenly...
Why.. Am.. I sleepy... so suddenly...
Here.. I.. go...
Great, I'm back in 'Monochrome land'. I'm still in the cell, only I'm floating. I have an obvious feeling that this has something to do with that dream from the other night. I still haven't figured out what that dream even meant, and it wouldn't help to have more hard-to-understand visions shoved into my brain.
"Ah hello there, Alan."
What? Who said that?
I turn around and see some guy in a white robe.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"You may call me Jeremiah." he says. This is strange, just strange.
Maybe I can ask him why I'm here. I guess it wouldn't hurt to try.
"Why am I here?" I ask.
"It's a long story," he says, "but I doubt I may have the time to tell you.
Time? I'm in prison. OF COURSE I HAVE TIME!
"It's a bit of a lengthy explanation, but-" Huh? HE'S GONE! Where did he go?
He was here one second, and-
What? I'm awake already?! How is that possible?!
"General Mustafa, sir!" the cell guard yells.
Okay, some major things happen in this chapter, that are going to be important later on.
Namely, the flashbacks and dream sequences.
Plus, cliffhanger! Well, it isn't that exciting of a cliffhanger, (to me, that is) but that isn't too important. This chapter was a bit short compared to the other two, but I'll probably have a bit over 2,000 words by the next chapter.
PS: I tend to abuse the ... in my stories.
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