Hello people of the internet welcome back to the fic From Dreams we are Chosen, for once I actually kept up with posting. It's a Halloween miracle!

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"Answer my question!"

Bollocks.

Before me stands Marth, her face covered by her butterfly styled mask, and holding up her Falchion to my chest. I hold my hands up in the effort to show that I pose no danger to her, I chose my words carefully, and after all who wants to represent a kebab?

"Because you told me."

Did I say chose carefully? I meant blurt out the first thing that comes to mind!

Speaking of people who shouldn't procreate…

Shut it.

Ooh now she's mad.

Marth moved Falchion to my neck and pressed against it, I didn't panic for some reason, I should be worried for my life but instead I calmly say "My name is Rebecca, Right Hand of the East Kahn and one of the Shepherds. We've met in the forest South of Ylisstol."

"How do I know that you are not lying? Or that you are not a soldier sent from Plegia?"

I take a deep breath, slowly I pull my hood down and pull my scarf away from my face, I mutter an incantation and fire lights the palm of my left hand. For a moment she tenses at the magic, ready to strike, but then she saw my face illuminated by the small flame. I give a little smile as her mouth opened in shock.
"Remember me?"

A minute passed in silence as the blue haired woman sheathed her blade and sat next to me by the fire, staring at me in which I guess as bewilderment, not that I wouldn't blame her.

What do I say now?

Don't ask me, why are there parts of your memory of her I cannot see?

I wince slightly as I remembered; Naga doesn't want you to know that kind of information, just as I was preparing for a mental interrogation I hear the woman next to me say softly, "It can't be…"

"Hmm?"

I turn my gaze to her, one eyebrow raised as if to ask 'did you say something?' Realising I heard her she quickly looked away, as if embarrassed by what she said.
"Sorry, but can I ask you something?"-I nod-"Why are you traveling without the Shepherds?"

I sigh aloud and reply, "I've been sent ahead to glean some news on the old man's champion."

"Old man?"

I grin at her confusion, "You know Basilio, West Kahn and all that."

"You call him old man?!"

I laugh at her surprise, "We call each other names all the time, there's nothing wrong with it."

I try not to laugh even harder as she splutters out, "B-but that is not, I mean, really-!"

I cut her off, my tone serious, or as serious I could get.
"The diplomacy here isn't like that of Ylisse and Plegia; here we place our trust not in words with pens and paper, but our strength in weaponry and courage. Names like old man and little girl merely state our experience in the fields of battle and honour, that's the Feroxi way."

Wow, you actually are intelligent.

Aww thanks.

Not enough to make up for those dumb tricks you keep pulling.

Damn.

A few seconds pass in more silence, the only sound being the crackling fire and the wind whistling in the trees, finally I say slowly, "If I may ask, why are you wandering these woods at night?"

From her pouch Marth pulled out a bundle of cloth, she handed it to me waiting patiently for it to be uncovered. As I carefully uncovered the bundle I saw red splotches on the inside of the cloth, revealing a bloodied iron knife.
"In one of the nearby villages a little boy ran in the tavern I was in, he was crying saying that someone killed his father at the bridge. By the time I got there a crowd of people had surrounded the dead man, next to him was this knife, the man who saw it happen said a woman with a white horse stabbed him with the knife, stole his money, and went into the forest."

"And you promised to find the killer and bring them back to the villagers."

She nodded, I looked back down at the knife and spotted something strange, carefully I rub away a bit of blood near the hilt of the blade. Carved into it was a name.
"Victor..."

I echo softly, Marth turned her gaze to the knife and frowned, "I have heard of the name before, I think."

It sounds familiar, Victor…

Wait, isn't he the leader of a group of bandits Flavia told us about?

Fuck I wanted to meet Anna as well-wait a minute...

Slowly I placed the knife down and drew my sword, amongst the whistling of the trees I could hear whispers, with the back of my hand tingling I knew something wasn't right. Marth drew her Falchion, and questioned, "What is it?"

Quietly I stepped towards the fire, muttering another incantation I had put out the flames, my gaze turned towards the sound of whispers.

"We've got company."

Almost as soon as I uttered my statement I heard the footsteps, there were many of them, and I felt another tingle on the back of my hand. About ten of them, I hear some clinking of metal and the stretching of string, two archers, four swordsmen, three pike men, and a barbarian.

I lean over to Marth, careful not to make much more noise than I needed to I whispered "Go out of the clearing to the left, try to get around them. When I make the signal take down the archers and at least one other from behind, I'll take care of the pike men. Be careful."

In the darkness I could barely see her nod in approval, almost like a ghost she stalks away until I could no longer make out her figure. The trees blocked most of the moonlight, so I had to guess where our attackers were using only my hearing. A few more seconds pass and from what I can hear they stopped near the clearing.

Showtime.

Using my left hand I threw out a fire spell and ran towards the bandits with a yell, with a lucky shot one was set on fire lighting up the faces of the others, horror and shock fixed on their faces. A few more screamed as Marth took down three others, confusion had set in; they were being attacked from behind as well at the front!

I speedily stab an unguarded swordsman and set alight a pike man, Marth quickly slashed the last two swordsmen with agility that few could block or counter, I dodge a thrust from a lance, grabbed it and stabbed the man wielding it. Using the lance in hand I threw it at the barbarian occupied with Marth, the lance went right through his chest surprising my friend slightly, I turned to face the woman with a weak smile.

"Well that wasn't too bad."

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