Fate of Kings! Plus Lancer

Chapter Three
Iskandra

If anyone had told Iskandar, King of Conqerors, that he'd be reincarnated after his defeat at the hands of the Babylonian King of Heroes, he'd have laughed and clapped them on the back for the fine joke. But when it had actually happened and he found himself being born again, the once-man thought everything was looking up for him!

He'd been entirely right!

As it was, Iskandra had a pair of loving parents, a large extended family, and a whole community for whom she would gladly lay down her life!

Which was why she was currently standing atop a sandy dune of Vacuo's desert, watching as her family, which was really a tribe of raiders, break intoa violent struggle with a smaller village, and once flames starting spewing she could only sigh and cross her seventeen year old arms over her armored chest with a groan. "I knew this would happen." She grumbled to herself, palm sliding down her face as a small group fo her men, a dozen strong, stood beside her, watching with sweating brows as the village and their comrades destroyed each other in a bout so violent and escalated it wouldn't be long before both sides ceased being an issue. "I trusted the wrong man for negotiations."

It had been so simple a job! All Percy had to do was go down there, tell the villagers that unless they joined Iskandra's Raiding Army they would be raided, naturally, he was to also mention the perks of joining, protection from outside forces such as Grimm and other raiding parties, fair and decent trade! And being part of the war machine that would eventually conquer Vacuo! What wasn't there to love about this proposition?!

So, with a grin on her face and some words of encourgament to her Faunus she sent him and two dozen of her men to ask as envoys for her.

Naturally, it turned out to be a total mistake.

"Should..." One of her spoke up after seeing one of the village tents go up in a fiery inferno. "Should we go...Help?"

"Who? Percy the idiot? Or the villagers?" Another jeered, causing a few to chuckle, honestly, they gave Percy too hard a time, but Iskandra could hardly bring hsrself to defend him this time, this was a blunder beyond all his previous ones. so she stayed silent. "Well, what's the word, my king?"

"I am considering just letting this proceed," Iskandra relayed simply, still looking less then pleased as the village lost two more tents. Before sighing and turning away, "This was a wasted trip, go down there, capture who you can and save what can be saved! We're returning to camp!" Her voice bellowed.

"Yes your majesty!" Her forces cried and drew their weapons, rifles beginning to fire as her melee fighters charged down the slope to face the remaining village defenders in battle.

Back at their main camp, which held about two hundred strong and was carved into a rockface, Iskandra flopped onto her pile of pillows and groaned into the air. Naturally, her mother knitting her another fabric project asked the obvious "What was wrong?"

"The village I intended to make a part of my conquering empire wasn't as cooperative as I'd hoped..." She relayed to her knitting mother, who age was treating as harshly as the sun harshily treated the uncovered for long. "And then it was destroyed because the negotiator I assigned for the task wasn't as bright as I'd hoped!"

"Now, now dear," Her mother chastized, red hair graying at the roots, face wrinkled and amused. "Vacuo wasn't established in a day, it won't fall within a few months." She laughed.

Iskandra groaned, sitting upright and glancing around. "Where is father?" She asked.

"He should be back shortly, I believe he was running an errend for something." Came the easy reply. "But really, you should not let this slip up ruin your dream, you've gotten other villages to join your empire, yes?"

"One other, and two more burned... Well," The redheaded "king" scratched the back of her head. "Three now... But still! What can I possibly lack that they don't see? Can they not see the Kingdom barely treats them as if they exist? My glorious army would be far better suited to protecting them rather than relying on a negligent council!"

"Mhm." The aged woman that was Iskandra's mother nodded. "I agree, But maybe it's because you don't have much of a name for yourself, yet? After all, you may have the beginnings of an empire, but your name isn't as well known as your father's, perhaps if you accomplished some deeds, get your face and strength out there to the common masses and with them, I'm sure will come the recognition of your vision?"

Iskandra was about to wave her hand dismissively before she stopped and actually thought about the suggestion. And the more she thought about it the more it clicked! Of course that was what she was missing, how could she forget that Iskandra's Invincible Army was missing the sheer fame it needed to accomplish the task she set out for it! It needed a well known King to lead the charges! And without the fame of name she'd never succeed more than failed.

"Mother! You are most right!" She announced and stood, laughing loudly to all those who would listen. "I first need to spread my name to the Vacuo! No, the world! And then, and only then, will the villages who meet me and my envoys see that we are the better choice for the Kingdom than the fickle Councillors!" The redheaded King chuckled, before turning to face her mother. "Now, what would be the best means for me to spread my name..."

"Beacon Academy," A deeper beritone voice said from behind her, whirling around Iskandra was faced with her father entering the cave, his swords at his sides and cloak billowing in the outside winds. "Go there, and you will be alongside the very best the world has to offer, topple them, stand above them and you will be feared and love across the four kingdoms." The man was grey, stooping over, but stll his eyes were as sharp as steel. "Only then, my daughter, will you be able to rise to true monarchy."

Iskandra stared, before she nodded, lips forming into a grim line as determined took root in her chest. "Very well, I have my objective!" She drew her sword, holding it outwards. "I shall graduate this Academy as the best, and with it's renown and fame provided! I shall conquer first Vacuio, and then the rest of Remnant!"

"You'll need this," Her mother said, holding up the fabric she'd been knitting to reveal it was a red cloak, with a golden sword stiched into it, along with the pair of wings on either side of it, the blackened fur of an animal around the tip of it, and a chain to connect the ends. "It's only right a future king have a kingly traveling cloack, yes?"

With a bright smile, The King of Conquerors reborn remembered why he loved these two, and why she was proud to call them her parents. "It's perfect, mother," She advanced, taking the fabric and throwing it around her shoulders, clasped. And she stood tall, the fabric hanging around her.

Her mother and father nodded, both pleased.

Iskandra envoloped them in a hug, which they returned after getting over their surprise. When she pulled back, she was grinning widely. "Be safe until my glorious return, mother, father." Their affirmatives given, bid farewells and after informing her men of her plans, she set off towards Vale!

"So, you want to join my Academy without any Transcripts?" Headmaster Ozwald of Beacon asked from across the desk, his hair was grey, long and tired behind his head in a tail, his face only beginning to show the signs of age, wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and lips, his brows creased. "Miss Iskandra Sand, do you realize what my Academy is, by chance?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Yes!" Iskandra grinned, arms crossed over her chest, staring down at the Headmaster, even seated she was taller than the man. "It is an Academy for only the best warriors of this generation attend, and so it is the best place for me to prove my mettle! I have trained since I was but a girl of eight years, my sword," She patted the handle of said simple at her side, "Has carried me from Vacuo to Vale, and now, I wish to make my case. But if you doubt my strength, I shall merely prove myself in your Academie's Initiation!"

Ozwald's lips quirked, he was amused, he leaned back in his chair and hummed. "What about Academically? We don't just cover combat classes, we also cover history, and a myriad of other subjects, if you can't keep up on matters of the mind, the you may not last long at Beacon."

That had the redhead stopping, before frowning and looking more thoughtful then the Headmaster had seen during her entire "case" being made to him about why she should be let into the Academy. "How long until Beacon begins it's classes?" She asked then.

"Two weeks and two months," Ozwald responded easily.

"Plenty of time! I shall simply require a series of books that cover the topics that will be discussed and I shall be well ready to receive lessons!" Iskandra announced, standing now with a fist held up. "This, I can promise you!"

"You intend to read up and learn various subjects within basically two months to cover four years at my Academy?"

"Of course! Graduation is my goal, and no objective, be it puzzle, battle or both, shall keep me from it!" She planted her hands on the table, leaning forward and grinning widely at the Headmaster, red eyes boring down onto the man. "So, shall I get my chance?"

Ozwald observed her, leaning there, figure all muscle, bound in red and black armor, her arms mostly exposed except for the furred vembraces of leather, the red cloak hanging off her shoulders. Down to the red combat skirt that covered armored thighs, revealing the armored boots. Behind her, the handle of that greatsword showed.

Finally, the man nodded. "Very well."

"B-But, headmaster!" His aide said from her spot, a pretty blonde with blue eyes, looking terribly surprised by the announcement. "She has no transcripts! All we know is her name and place of origin! We don't even know what she intends to do once she graduates beacon! or if she's a criminal!"

"I am no criminal!" Iskandra bellowed, stepping forward. "I am Iskandra Sands of Vacuo! And my goal is to graduate Beacon and be recognized!" So that she could build a kingdom toppling army but no one needed to know that. "And I have been cleared to get my chance!" She turned, cloak billowing outwards with the sheer majesty of the turn...

And revealing an excitedly wagging fluffy red tail that could only belong to a Canine faunus.

End of chapter Three

There it is! Iskandra's epic journey begins and starts again! Redundant! AWESOME! AND NEXT CHAPTER, LANCER! And then the real story can begin. Anyways, since I was being rude to The Thinker for the whole Gil name idea thing, Thanks, Thinker! I'd have thanked you privately, but no profile thing. So yeah.

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