"LAND HOOO," Francis yelled as she spotted a brown and green speck in the distance. "We should be their by sunset."
"Wow, already," Iris gasped, looking over to where Francis pointed.
"Yup, the Golden Hind in one of the best ships on the water," She boasted, puffing her chest in pride. "No other ship could outrun her," she chuckled.
"I would like to see all of them struggle trying to do so," Iris yelled, looking at the land so close, yet so far as well.
"Aye, that would be a sight," Francis chuckled, looking at the land wistfully. "Us, Pirates don't like land. To constricting and you have to follow rules for this and that, but in sea...your free from those restrictions and allowed to be who you are. You don't have to conform to peoples notions about you...not at all."
Iris stayed silent as Francis spoke, it was clear that the Pirate wasn't with her. Unaware that she was speaking out loud, and sounding very...vulnerable.
"We'll be inport soon, so you might want to gather your things," Francis informed her.
"Right."
3 HOURS LATER
"It feels strange to walk on solid ground instead of wood with a room beneath it," Iris mumbled, looking around at the old town.
"I'll be damned, this place is creepy," Francis huffed, gripping her pistol tighter.
"No one is here."
"With whatever evil is trying to get to your world, I wouldn't be surprised," she told her. "Let's get going. See how far we can make it in a day and then try to find a good place to rest."
"So their WERE others," a cheerful voice chirped and Francis got into battle position.
"Who goes there," she demanded, finger resting firmly on the trigger.
"Someone with the same problem." Three figures dropped down and came right into their view.
"Your-"
DESERT-END
"Well, looks like we did make good time after all, were in the forest now," Astolfo chuckled.
"Yes, and the town by the seas shouldn't be too far," Charlemagne told them. "By tomorrow we should be their, if not by the day next."
"Well met fellow travelers and saviors of the world," A soft voice spoke and that had both knights pulling their weapons. They rose a brow when they came in contact with a long haired male with amber eyes. "I am actually quite against fighting and would prefer if we were to use our words instead of swords."
"Funny, considering you Caster Class like to use words," Charlemagne snarled. The man jolted but let out a wry smile as he realized he'd been figured out.
"Understandable, but we really mean no harm," he chuckled. "Me and my companions are just trying to prevent an evil from staining their world, I can assume you are the same?"
"Indeed," Astolfo spoke up, keeping a hand firmly on Kytes shoulder to prevent him from running.
"Then perhaps you would prefer that we all head to the town, my master and his step sister and her servants are heading that way," He smiled.
"What servants do you have at your side," Astolfo inquired, teeth clenched.
"Three sabers, two archers, two assassins and me, Caster," he explained.
"What makes you think we can trust you," Charlemagne demanded.
"We have master the same age as yours, perhaps a year or two younger or older. They certainly aren't scammers," he chuckled. "And we aren't interested in ruining youth."
Astolfo and Charlemagne remained silent as they thought about it; they were tense and glared at the man who smiled at them kindly.
"Fine," Charlemagne sighed, sheathing his sword with a huff. "Take us to your camp and we will follow."
"I am Paracelsus von Hohenhiem, Caster class," He said, turning and walking away. "From what I can tell your a Rider and Saber duo."
"Yes, I am Astolfo. One of the twelve paladins of Charlemagne."
"I'm going to assume that your companion is Charlemagne himself," Paracelsus shuckled, looking at the sideways.
"Yes," he snapped, gripping his sword tighter.
"I wouldn't attack, since our Saber out rank even you," Paracelsus smirked.
"And pray tell who could be more powerful than him," Astolfo demanded.
"Perhaps a Germanic legend and two of the Knights of the roundtable," he snapped, as they same to a clearing, holding seven others.
"Say hello to Bedivere, Siegfried, Gawain, Tristan, Billy the Kid, Jack the Ripper and Dr. Henry Jekyll," he told them.
"Well, I suppose they would be better than us," Charlemagne sighed, running a hand down his face. "I can assume that something threatens your masters world as well and you were summoned to help get rid of it?"
"That is correct." Siegfried spoke up. "And we have no intention of harming you. In fact having as many allies as possible would be the best course of action right now, since we have no idea what we are going up against."
"While that may be, why should we just blindly put our trust with you," Astolfo demanded.
"You shouldn't, as any good Knight would know about. But we know nothing of this world and less any of it's people, if their is any! I mean have you came across any actual people while we have been here, we are the only ones," Bedivere stood up. "It's best we gather everyone, if there are others and pool our power to get rid of this threat."
"Fine, but that doesn't mean that we trust you," Charlemagne snapped.
"No need to be rude," Denzel grumbled, flinching at the intense look Charlemagne gave him. His servants get tense, waiting for a fight.
"Hmm, you would do well to hold your tongue in the presence of an Emperor, boy," he sneered.
"Of an empire that nearly fell apart after his death," Paracelsus cooly interjected, making Charlemagne pissed.
"What!"
"Enough, please," Marlene interjected, coming between them.
"Master-" Tristan gasped.
"Don't fight. Shouldn't we be moving to get to the town," she asked.
"Very well, let us go," he said stiffly, motioning for them to go in front.
"My name's Denzel and you are," he asked Kytes.
"Kytes and whose that," Kytes asked as they both walked in front of everyone .
"I'm Marlene," and they soon were lost in talking about their worlds and servants; leaving said servants alone.
"If they can get along, then perhaps we can be slightly civil to one another," Paracelsus asked, looking at everyone with a raised brow. They all mumbled and grumbled in agreement, trudging along after their masters, heading to the bleak grey town which lay ahead.
FEW HOURS LATER
"Hey, I think we might see some old roof up ahead," Marlene called down to the servants.
"Marlene, it is unladylike to yell in such a manner," Bedivere chided her.
"We made it here faster than I thought," Charlemagne muttered, looking at them with confusion.
"Not surprising, since the forest is filled with a type of hallucinogenic fog, which stalls movement," Henry sighed coming up next to him.
"How did you-"
"My sister can sense these kind of thing being an assassin class and Paracelsus has poison resistance so he was able to figure it out as well," he shrugged. "So were here a full day before."
"My thanks," he bowed. Henry shrugged him off and left with a small parting smile. Charlemagne and Astolfo looked at one another and a single thought went through them.
'Perhaps they weren't so bad, after all.'
OTHER SIDE OF THE FOREST
"I can see the town, we should be there within the hour," Hikari called.
"Very good Hikari," Nero called. "You have keen eyes and a good bellowing voice!"
"Please," Edmond growled. "Keep your voice down. Your giving me a headache and Charlotte needs her nap, she is quite young."
"I am surprised that her parents would allow her to wander so far to find your relic," Jeanne sighed.
"She was running from THEM," he sighed, adjusting her as they walked along the stone cobbled road. "And once this is over, I will kill them," he snarled.
"Avenger-"
"That's not a bad idea. You plan on adopting her," Ceodore asked, interrupting the ruler.
"Perhaps," he mumbled is face turning a bright shade of pink.
"Okay then, problem solved. Let's head to town," he said and Jeanne stared at her master in shock. As they walked to the town, the air shifted and everyone within the town, in the forest and the edge of town felt it.
CENTER OF TOWN
"Hey, anything feel weird," Marlene asked.
"Stand back," Siegfried said, unsheathing his sword.
"What's going on," Denzel asked.
"Someone else is here in this town, they might be alters," Charlemagne growled, unsheathing his sword. "Keep in the middle of us."
"Tristan. Billy. Would you mind scouting ahead, since you can take out as many as you could before we get there," Henry asked
"No need," a female voice spoke up and the two archers aimed their weapons at them.
"I am Ruler Class, Jeanne D'arc. Come to the center of town and everything will be explained their," she told them, disappearing before they could answer.
"Guess we don't have a choice, eh," Kytes chuckled, moving to go with Marlene and Denzel. Their servants sighed before reluctantly following them, wishing they had a more mature master.
Sorry to leave you guys at a cliffhanger with Francis and Iris. Please feel free to comment and follow me.
