New author's update: from a suggestion from a friend, I decided that it would be a good idea to write full length chapters (~5000-8000 words) and split them up into smaller chapters ~2000-3000 words each. So for my readers that enjoy long sessions, you get 2-5 chapters to read and for my readers that read slower or enjoy shorter chapters they exist now. If you read my other stories, you'll notice that for the new LOZ book coming soon that it will be down like that as well. I haven't decided when I will transition that way for Yu-Gi-Oh! But it will be done also… and when I do the rewrites for them as well I probably will start it up with that and have parts so the chapter names stay the same. Anyway, this author's note will be on all the chapters up to and including chapter 11. (yes, this four chapter thing turned into 11 chapters.) I also did some serious rereading and corrected any mistakes such as cane instead of came and what not. I hope you guys enjoy. :)

Any author's notes at the end of the first four chapters will appear in chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4 if they exist respectively. There won't be any other ending author notes for chapters 5-11. Thanks.

Chapter 7

I managed to catch up just as Emmeryn was preparing to get in the carriage.

"What are you doing here?" Emmeryn asked; she seemed generally shocked to see me."

"No one gave me orders, so I made my own." I answered. "I'm going to protect you in place of Chrom and Lissa."

"The pegasus-knights are capable of keeping her safe." Phila argued.

The Exalt put up her hand. "And how do you plan to do that?"

"It's going to be a surprise for everyone." I replied.

"What did you have in mind?" Phila asked.

I shrugged, I literally had no information to go on about Plegia or how fast they could move to the capital. "Like I told Chrom yesterday: No idea, that's why I said it will be a surprise for everyone. It turned out well today as I found out I'm good at a couple of things. Though I can firmly say not great as it's not hard to stab, anyway the point is. I'm betting whatever else I learn about myself will only support the cause."

"Having such an unexpected variable is risky, like a double-edged sword."

"Try a double-edged sword with blades on its handle." I smiled cheekily. "Now, what are we waiting for? There are places to go and people to protect or shoo off, depending on what they want."

"Should it not be who they are not what they want?" Emmeryn asked like it was a life or death question. I almost buckled under my own logic at its weight.

"A person might sell you out again from Ylisse or someone from Plegia would want a peaceful life. Just because they are from some place doesn't mean they want the same things as their leaders."

"You have an interesting perception, Mychaila. I thank you for coming with us back to Ylisstol." Emmeryn said before she got in. "Ride with me?"

"Seriously?"

"Of course, besides, I do not think you are ready for a flight on a pegasus. Your hands are shaking with a rush."

I looked down and noticed that they were in fact shaking. I held them together to make them stop as I got in. "So they are. Thank you for allowing me to come, I thought for sure you would say no."

"I do not think you would have listened if I ordered you to."

"Probably not." I smiled with a slight bow in my seated position. "I would have come up with a plan b, but one way or another, I would have come anyway. Someone needs to add a bit of mystery to the party."

She laughed a bit and I made note that I got 'making people feel better' was something I was great at, not just good. After attempting to make conversation, I became on a first name bases with Emmeryn as I kept switching between: Exalt, your Grace, and your highness. I apparently sounded a bit like a child trying to address their idol.

"So, why does this Gangrel guy want this place off the map? The people seem nice here."

"It is not so much of the people and more so the past events." Emmeryn answered sadly.

"So, he's a whiny girl that can't let it go."

"Something like that." Emmeryn frowned. "My father was the one who actually started the war between our two countries all those years ago. People on both sides of the border suffered greatly between death and famine and the war ended shortly after. I understand why Gangrel would have sour feelings towards this country."

"You came to power really young, meaning that the war ended, like years and years ago. Not that you are old or anything…"

"I know, and it did, about ten years now."

"Who ended it?"

"I did when my father died."

"Well than this Gangrel just has his head up his ass." I hissed. "Sorry for my language, but he is acting like a child. He should be grateful that you ended the war. He is also blind to realize how the war affected the other side of the fence, unless he does realize it and he's just using this excuse for the sake of killing. People have used less for greater evils."

"I don't know…" Emmeryn stated, she didn't seem all that comfortable about throwing the blame around. "I just hope this ends before any more lives are taken."

"I doubt it from what I've seen. But I wish you luck, Emmeryn, on whatever pacifist plan you have."

She nodded and I looked out the window to notice we were already back in the capital. We arrived in front of the castle very late into the night and I sighed realizing I was ready for bed. We got out and people started to fuss over Emmeryn and I slipped out of the crowd. I started to head inside when the memories of my nightmares came back. On that note, I decided I wasn't really all that tired yet. It was probably better for me to stick around until everyone was inside safe before I headed to my room.

Unfortunately, Emmeryn was a bit too kind. "Mychaila, you should head back to your room. I'll send someone to bring you something to eat."

I faked a smile back at her and nodded to hide any dreadful feelings I had for hitting the pillow.

"Thank you for today."

"Anytime." I answered her and a guard walked up beside me from his descent down the stairs.

"Ready to head to your room?" He asked and I shrugged. At least I wasn't going to get lost; that would suck. I walked with him up the stairs, no death attempts came for me as we reached the top without problems. "There is a bowl of water and clean clothing waiting in your room for you."

How'd anyone know I was even coming back? "Awesome."

The guard looked down at me before clearing his throat. "Many of the castle residents have heard about your performance at Breakneck Pass."

"That was fast. We just got here."

"The pegasus knights are quick to pass along information."

"Then I hope it will only stay with friends."

"Hopefully," The guard laughed. "But that never happens to be the case."

"Can't hurt to have a little faith anyway." I told him. "Will Emmeryn be alright?"

"Her Grace will be in her chambers for the night guarded by the Queen's Guard and a couple dozen soldiers. We don't know when the mad king will strike, but we have all the men prepared in case."

"A night's rest would be nice, but when is war kind when you want it to be?"

"Ha-ha! Truer words have never been spoken." The guard agreed as we reached the door to my room. "We are here miss. I will be guarding your chambers for the night along with a few others along the halls."

"Thank you, sir." I thanked him as I went in and shut the door behind me. I took a deep breath before heading to the bathroom to wash my face and hands. Today, I had learned a lot from Chrom about horses and riding them. I also learned a lot about myself in the midst of battle. Though I couldn't kill, I could set them up for someone else to finish them off or spoil a lot of people's days, but knocking them out of the game. Game? This wasn't a game; what the hell brain? Suddenly a scream came from outside my room making me think for a split second it was in my head. I put the cloth down and went to the door. I opened the door to hear armor clatter to the ground from down the hall. My heart somewhat raced, why couldn't it be in my head? "What's going on?"

"They're here." He whispered as he turned to me slightly. "Stay in your room, keep quiet and hide."

"Wait, you're just…" I started, but he was already taking off towards where the noises were coming from. "Dammit… when Cordelia said they were half a day's march. She wasn't kidding."

I closed the door and locked it. I looked around the room. There was no way I was going to be able to stay there. There was no real places to hide that they wouldn't check if they were looking hard enough. Hopefully they hadn't heard about me. But it was nothing compared to if they knew anything about me. There was still the off chance that someone in Plegia had something to do with my memories being locked away. I moved away from the door. I didn't have any weapons; I left the borrowed ones back at the pass. The guys that were here were being led by a mad man so the off chance that I could talk my way of not being killed to perhaps help get Emmeryn out of here was a little less than zero. The only things I had at my disposal were the things I had in the room which wasn't much. There was the curtain covering the window, the bed, the bedding, two side tables, a metal vase with some flowers in it, and a lit fire place with some logs sticking out of it.

I turned back to the door with the logs in mind and a sadistic idea came to me. It was time to use that creativity to some use. I grabbed one of the side tables and placed it in front of the door. I kept the vase on it and toss the flowers to the window ledge and adjusted the vase underneath the fancy, metal door handle. More violent noises came from the hall closer to the door. I hurried to the fire place and grabbed several of the smaller logs out of it. I stuck the non-fiery ends into the vase. The fire from the logs covered the door handle and it became red hot quickly from the heat. I nodded to myself in satisfaction. If they wanted to come in, they were going to have to try and open the scorching door handle that was locked. Since that wasn't going to hold, I went into part two of Plan Survival. I went over to the window and got onto the window ledge. I pulled down the curtain and avoided looking at the noises coming from outside. The long, wooden rod fell to the ground loudly and I winced. I meant to catch it, but I was in my head, distracted. I quickly slipped off the curtain and set the pole aside. That was going to be useful in a moment. I grabbed the blanket off the bed and climbed carefully onto the side table that had the make shift blowtorch. I shoved the top part of the blanket in between the door and the frame. I got down just as carefully holding the blanket up so it wouldn't catch on fire and stuck the pole underneath the bottom end carefully not to pull out the blanket from the door. If it worked; when they kicked in the door the blanket would fall on them. They would be distracted and blind for a few minutes and just maybe the vase of fire would set it on fire. That would easily be enough time to leave and for me to find Emmeryn.

I sighed as I thought about it not possibly working. I went into the bathroom to see if there was anything for me to use as a backup plan. The bowl with the now bloody water sat there with the cleaning products I had used that morning. I looked at the floor and back to the combination. There wasn't much water to make it a slippery mess, but with the soap and conditioner mixed together, the floor could be an ice rink.

Like algae on rocks… get a move on kid, no need to describe the idea to yourself like someone cared to know. There's only you viewing your thoughts.

I grabbed the bottles and opened them as I moved into the other room. I dumped the contents in as much space as I could cover onto the floor and put the bottles back into the bathroom before grabbing the bowl and splashed it onto the floor to cover more space where the two bottles may have missed. With the incident on the stairs earlier I was pretty sure I could handle a slippery floor. I went back to the bed carefully and made a mini sac with the bed sheet that could go over my shoulder. I went to the bathroom and grabbed the jar of tooth powder and stuck it in the bag. It would be a good close up weapon and if it broke, ten times better, but it was for a last resort as I wouldn't be able to carry it afterwards. I grabbed the curtain in the bathroom and pulled it down. The six foot wooden rod came with it and I took off the curtain and stuck it in my bag. It might come in handy, but what I wanted was the rod to use it as a staff. Someone shrieked from the door and incomprehensive cursing came from it. I rushed to the side of the door out of its slamming range skating across the floor. It was most definitely a good slip trap. I hoped the peeps on the other side didn't have the same skills to avoid falling over. The door was kicked in scaring me and they ran in just as the blanket came down on them. They slipped and fumbled against each other as the blanket and the soap mess caught fire. I left without a word leaving the screaming and panicking men behind. That went over way better than I had anticipated.