Corrin laughed as they flew in the sky on Turanox's draconic form. The Nobody fond of the spot the dark royal had made a spot to ride on, as if it was meant to be. Camilla and her undead wyvern were right beside them, and she was clearly enjoying it as well. Down below, Elise, Leo and Xander rode on their horses as they entered the domain of Nohr, and the capital of the kingdom, the Castle Krakenburg. Reaching one of the courts of the great castle fortress with Camilla's guidance, Turanox landed as Corrin got off to greet her father King Garon. In that instant, Turanox smelt it, the foul magic of necromancy at work.
Due to his draconic blood, it can sense what kind of magic, what species both familiar and unfamiliar casted it, and the strength of it. He smelt the works of another dragon on King Garon, and the necromancy was top notched with a powerful illusion on him. Probably to disguise the rotting form of the dead king as his carcass was reanimated and controlled by the puppet master from someplace else. He had a bad feeling, and it seems whatever the prime mover was doing was involving Corrin. He's seen such a scenario before in old tales in his early years as a Cypher as a Somebody. With war between Nohr and Hoshido going the way they are now, and this little discovery of King Garon, a heavily depressing truth dawned the dragon.
"It seems no matter what world, dragons are doomed to be slain by 'heroes' at the end of the story." he thought. His dragon blood cried in utter sorrow, for great linages of dragon kind have been purged from worlds, hunted out of fear, hate, or to survive by sapient species. Dragons could not help it, they were doomed to turn feral at some point in life as they grew powerful. But some are now reduced to mounts with limited sentient like Camilla's wyvern. Was there no haven for dragon kind?
As Turanox was in his own thoughts, he failed to see King Garon observe the dragon Nobody as his master spoke to him. His will is to lure the descendant of First Dragons to the destination so the master and the dragon can talk face to face. But first the puppet king must test Corrin. He bestowed the child with a 'gift' of Lord Anankos' design, a sword of great power. "Bring forth the prisoners!" he called out. Those words had impacts on Turanox as he snapped out of his thoughts and turned his neck to see two samurai, a ninja of all things, and some sort of variation of a berserker with an oni mask on her head.
Willing it, he tried to establish a connection with Corrin, the magic of the dragon blood in their veins should be able to connect to such a degree; "Corrin, Corrin...Can you hear me?" he telepathically called out to them. The dark royal was startled by the unknown voice, looked around carefully. "It is I, the dragon you've saved. I've come to aid you with my wisdom." the voice sounded benevolent, a sense of concern for their wellbeing and the fact the dragon looked at her with knowing eyes told the truth.
"King Garon expects you to kill; it is a test of resolve. I know your kind heart will be forced to kill without mercy. The samurai will fight you to the death, their blindness to the Bushido code demands they die with dignity and honor. Grant it to them, but the ninja and what I believe to be the oni savage might be salvageable from this fight." Turanox warned them as Corrin nodded their head as their grip on the dark sword Ganglari. They didn't want to kill them, but King Garon was watching, and they had to do their best to prove they are worthy to fight alongside their siblings. With Jakob, Felicia and Gunter by their side, the dark royal prepared for battle.
As the battle waged in the court, King Garon walked towards Turanox, whose warning growl did not hither the old king. "Tell me young dragon, do you seek to speak with another?" he asked as Turanox blinked. While the other siblings were watching Corrin's battle, Xander was the only one paying attention to what his father was up to. To his surprise, the dragon nodded its head to whatever Garon had asked of him. He knew the dragon was smart, an inkling of it when the dragon whacked Leo in the back of the head for an insult, now made him wonder how intelligent the dragon was. Then, he heard a voice whispering to him.
"Beware old king, bearers of the key have returned." he did not know what it meant, but the expression that King Garon held showed that this was possibly an ill omen. Did this dragon know something and warn his father of a possible threat to Nohr? From the expression that rarely appeared on his face, Xander was correct.
"So, how is the progress made on your new apprentices?" Xemnas inquired as Larxene and Marluxia looked at each other. "These kids are a bit lacking, but show at least some potential." Larxene answered with a mild look of irritation on her face as Marluxia examined the petal in his hands. "They are still young Larxene and new to being Nobodies. Nurture them long enough and they will bloom into formidable members of the Organization." he gently chided her as Xemnas already saw through his persona. But the reports on Ixon and Xakuras' growths were promising, but now was the time to push them into combat. "I have an idea of testing them. My apprentice, Turanox is in a world within the Realm of Darkness on the cusp of total war. He will evaluate them as they will participate in it. If they're not adequate enough, you no longer have to deal with them as your apprentices."
That got Larxene interested, the idea of a war and participating sounded promising, but she was a little disappointed she won't be able to join in on the fun, oh well. "May I request we train them to properly wield their powers and weapons to an adequate level before sending them to their dooms? They are still a little green on some aspects I'd like us to properly attend to before they go." Marluxia asked. "Very well," Xemnas replied as he turned to gaze up at the moon in the sky.
As the Savage Nymph and Graceful Assassin left, they began conversing with each other. Larxene was with annoyance while Marluxia was a serene calmness. "Why do we have to do this? Can't we just dump a list of instructions and let them work it out?" Larxene demanded as Marluxia merely chuckled. "Perhaps, but the Superior has eyes and ears everywhere, especially with his apprentice technically being second in command." he told her as Larxene was confused by that. "If our apprentices were to ascend the ranks while Turanox suffers a fatal defeat; then our goal will be much closer at hand." he grinned, the smile that revealed his ugly nature to those who saw it.
Turanox shook his head as he held his head in pain, taking notice he was human again as he looked around. He tried to recall what happened. He remembered the Bottomless Canyon, Hoshidans with arrows as he began distracting them with Hans while Corrin seized the fort. An order to retreat, and then the red samurai with a katana infused with dragon's lightning. He held his side; the wound from the red samurai was shallow and will heal with his regeneration as he got up. Now he remembered what happened afterwards and why his body was sore. His fight with the samurai caused him to fall in the canyon and was hitting the walls while he fell. He planned to return the favor to that dastard once he got ahold of himself.
He heard hoofs running towards him as he slowly turned, clutching his side as he recognized that someone found him. He couldn't fully see the figure as phantom wisps of flame surrounded the figure; but judging from the hints of a few visible parts, a female. "You've arrived." She spoke as she held out a staff that healed his wound. "Come, Lord Anankos wishes to speak with you." she gestured with her head towards an island with a majestic yet somewhat ruined castle. Turanox narrowed his eyes, so this was the place King Garon spoke of, the lair of his master. He followed the lady towards their destination, pondering what has become of the dragon that rules this domain.
*Hoshido*
Hinata walked through the halls of the palace in deep thought; it has been a few days since she came to this strange world, always feeling left out and alone. Queen Mikoto has her here as an important guest, one that Ryoma and Sakura can understand, Hinoka was quite hot-blooded at times and loved flying on her Pegasus, a winged horse Hinata thought existed in fantasy. There was one more royal sibling she had yet to encounter and so far has not met him yet.
She went to the archery range and summoned her Keyblade, willing it to change form as it turned into a bow. The function had surprised her once she acquired it, recalling in a random dream some time ago of a few shinobi who used a yumi in combat. Very few used it in her world, and those who do are expert snipers. She noticed the bow had no visible strings and she had no idea how to use the Keyblade's potential at all in this form. She sighed, depressed as the sounds of footsteps were heading into her direction. "You alright? You seem to be having a hard time with that?" a boy asked. She turned to see a boy with white hair in a ponytail and had a strange yumi she's never seen before, and by that she means the bowstring glowing light blue.
"I'm fine, just learning how to use this new form of my weapon." Hinata answered as she imagined there was a bowstring there and pretended to pull on it, only to see energy manifest and an arrow made of magic. It startled her as she let go, stumbling backwards as the magic arrow flew awkwardly in the air before landing in the dirt far from the target; "New to archery huh?" the boy noted as he handed her a practice yumi. "Before even attempting that again with yours, try learning the basics first." he told her as she nodded. "Then I'm in your care..."
"Takumi, second prince of Hoshido." he introduced himself. "Then I'm in your care Prince Takumi." Hinata bowed her head politely.
Hinata and Takumi have reached Rank C!
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Turanox ran, dodging fireballs and arrows all while reinforcements were gaining on him. He cursed his situation as his powers fluxed again. He still hasn't recovered from when he crashed into this world and had realized the concepts of this world and its powers are the source of his problems. He's starting to transform back into a dragon again and Anankos was clearly insane. Turanox needed to escape, his ability to sense things were still excellent as he detected a portal within a lake. That's his only means of escape from the insane dragon and his invisible zombies. He willed his form into a dragon as he knew he was stuck in it until he found a solution and dove into the lake, feeling the torrents pulling him in as he saw a bright light.
He saw the real sun and erupted from the lake, crashing into trees as he crumpled to his side. He felt a pain in his back leg and noticed a javelin, no doubt from one of Anankos' goons. He hissed with irritation as he forcefully yanked it out with his jaws and crushed the weapon in pain as he violently thrashed about some more, blasting trees into fire as he roared. Pain and agony, every time he breathes even as Naruto Uzumaki he is forced into conflict like some sort of bio-weapon and it pissed the Nobody off with wanton fury. He carried the old emotions when he was whole and that feeling still burns his blood as he unleashed a beam into the trees, causing more flames to erupt forth.
That moment, he heard it, a girl with a captivating voice singing as he turned his neck towards the source. It was a maiden, a songstress if her clothing was to imply as his raging dragon blood was calming in her presence. Her singing...his dragon nature was selfish in nature as the songs of a lovely maiden stirred up. He hissed a warning to keep her distance; wary of her as she held her arms out, indicating she was not an enemy as she continued to sing. There was a sense of dread in Turanox, for recounted legends of female dragon slayers who've used their songs to lure dragons to their dooms, he feared he was next to be slain.
With an iron will, he lunged forward, pinning the songstress to the ground with one claw as he snarled at her. He will be the judge of her; he will not be slain by some songstress! He lowered his snout, sniffing her hair, her face, nothing of poison. His purple eye looked into her own yellow ones, no fear of death, loneliness, peace, a hidden agony. Then his eyes gazed upon the pendant she wore, he sensed the magic of ancient dragons, the scent of Anankos on it, old and worn out by the passage of time.
"What are you?" he asked, his lips curving to a sneer. "You smell human, yet the blood of dragons runs faintly in your veins..." he purred as he inhaled another whiff of her. "Faintly of Anankos' blood, a royal family not of Nohr or Hoshido...?" he pondered aloud, he felt the dragon blood go crazy in him. With a massive portion of his soul gone with his heart, the instincts of the dragon in him were in command. Not that he minded at the moment, for he felt powerful again. "...I am the sole princess of the kingdom of silence." she answered, it was blunt, truthful, and no signs of deception. "Ah, so that place was once a kingdom..." Turanox noted as he gazed at her. "That trinket a gift from the fallen god Anankos?" he inquired.
She could only nod in response. "For what purpose?" he asked as the girl was silent to the question. Turanox merely chuckled. "Fret not my dear..." he told her, "For I know how to extract your secrets. So don't say anything...and sorry if this will be a bit awkward." he told her as he opened his jaw as his tongue slowly slid out. The songstress did not like where it was going and was preparing to sing when his tongue slid into her mouth. Her eyes widened at the action as she tried to push his arm off her as she felt his tongue moving inside her mouth. Then she started to see her own past flash before her as she realized what the dragon was doing; he was going into her memories.
She struggled as a strange pleasurable sensation ran up and down her body as she kicked her legs in the attempt to make him stop. But it only made it worse as he delved deeper in her mouth and mind. The way his tongue was moving inside her mouth was making it hard to resist the mental probing, she felt herself melting from this pleasure as Turanox began extracting her secrets with the crumbling resistance.
Valla
Anankos
Arete
Song
Nohr
Garon
Concubine Wars
Kidnapped
Mikoto
Ryoma
Sakura
Hinoka
Takumi
Corrin
Turanox's eyes widened at the information on Corrin as he immediately ceased probing her mind and withdrew his tongue with an audible pop. Their tongues outstretched as a bridge of saliva connected them as the songstress was panting with flushed cheeks and mild sheet of sweat on her pale skin. "So," Turanox spoke as he broke the bridge, "Corrin was actually Hoshidan Royalty? That would explain the house arrest at the time with all that training..." the dragon analyzed as the girl weakly attempted to break free from his grip. The flames had died out already as smoke was going up to the sky as he frowned at his injury. "Better find cover for the time being..." he noted as his eyes scanned the forest as he honed his ears for the faintest sound while his nose sought anything unusual.
To his disturbed experience, nothing, no heartbeats of ninjas, no magical energies of any spell weavers, not even an insect was in this place. He looked even more and wondered if this place was the songstress' private location during her stay as prisoner in Hoshido. Come to think of it, he hasn't even gotten her name. "You're not with Anankos, so you'll live. May I ask what your name is?" he paused in mid-thought before chuckling "Oh wait manners, I am Turanox, a Void Dragon that travels between numerous worlds." he introduced himself as he gently released his grip on the songstress and carefully helping her stand.
The songstress gave him a wary look before she spoke her name. "It's Azura."
Turanox and Azura reached Rank C!
Aqua walked into her private chambers, Keyblade in hand as she tapped the mirror in front of her as the reflection changed. "Aqua, so good for you to come back to us; what is the status report on Turanox?" the warped voice inquired as Aqua gazed into the infinite abyss. "He's in the world of the Fire Emblem, the realm of Fates as you've predicted." she answered. "Excellent. The time has come at long last to change history; the time to prevent the nightmare from becoming a reality, the time to give Naruto his salvation that was wrongly denied."