Hey guys, here is the next update of this fanfic. A new Arc is starting in this story and this is the POV shift i was talking about before.

Hope you enjoy this new original arc.

Chapter Cover: A statue of two women back to back with each other. One holding a spear and pointing while the other was holding a leaf and extending her hand.

Chapter Sixty-Eight

To you, my beloved

There was an image of an open grassland, stretching as far as the eyes could see and the person was running through it…

A young dark-haired girl in a fancy dress…

A golden locket…

"We will always have each other…right?"

Two amber eyes opened startled from sleep.

The person was breathing heavily, eyes glancing around as if they had no idea where they were at first but then, they suddenly calmed remembering the previous night and the previous day. With a sight, the person placed a hand upon their face, remembering the broken images that formed the dream they were having. It was a recurring dream, though the person knew that it wasn't a dream.

They were memories of the past before everything had gone wrong for their family.

The person pulled themselves into a seating position, running a hand through the dark hair that was falling upon their shoulders. They stayed seating there with both of their hands upon the face at the memories of the dream before turning their gaze at the bedside table.

There were not a lot of things upon the table but the locket from their dreams was there, lying upon it. The person picked it up looking at the golden locket. It was lightly egg shaped with a stylized A upon it embraced with vines almost like they were catching around the form of the A. It was a gift from mother before she passed away and since then they had always had it upon their body…

There was a knock on the door and the person looked up.

"Hey Viggo, you're still asleep?" a voice asked on the other side.

The person, Viggo, placed the locket back upon the table.

"It's open," he answered.

The door opened and a young woman entered within the room. She had short blond hair falling upon her shoulders and bright green eyes. The way she was looking at him had a hint of surprise upon her features, thought there was an understanding within it as well.

"How long did you sleep this time?" she asked.

"Enough," Viggo answered, rubbing his eyes.

He was still a bit tired but not enough to go back to sleep, Viggo with long dark hair falling upon his shoulders and soft ember eyes that almost seems to shine in the low light that was coming from the light that was in the hallway behind the new arrival. His shirt was rumpled from being asleep for so long.

"You didn't even undress yourself before falling asleep the previous night didn't you?" she told him looking at the state of his clothing, "You know you're really starting to look like a bum that sleep on the side of the street when you're like that…It's hard to believe that you're really…"

"What are you even doing here Mel?" Viggo asked, cutting off the tirade she was about to launch herself into.

The blond woman, Mel let out a small sigh.

"Milo and Otis are back," she said extending a hand toward the hallway.

Viggo's eyes widened lightly.

"Why didn't you say that before?" he said quickly standing up.

The man quickly made for the discarded jacket that was lying upon the chair at the small table at the other end of the room. He quickly pulled it on and rushed out of the hallway, passing her as the woman let out a small yelp. The young man rushed through the empty hallway, his mind racing. For them to be back then that would mean everything was up to plan with what was going on within the continent.

He slammed the door of the meeting room open, finding a few people there already. They were three men around the table in front of some papers as they all looked up at his entrance.

"Viggo," Otis spoke out with a light nod, "A bit early for you today isn't it?"

Otis was an average looking man with dark brown hair. He had small black eyes with a light humor visible within his gaze. He was staring out toward him with a small chuckle and the other man Milo looked stern with frown upon his features, like he was annoyed at being interrupted.

"We were in the middle of a meeting Viggo," he said, "At least knock before you are allowed entry."

"Nevermind that," Viggo answered waving it away, "I have been waiting for an entire week…Is it finally time to start?"

"Viggo…," Milo said, exasperated.

Otis waved his hand away.

"It's alright Milo," he said, "I sent Mel to find you so that we could take part in the meeting that will happen today. Should have expected you were just as eager as the rest of us to finally start our fight."

Milo let out a small sigh but he conceded.

"As I was saying," he started, "The Marley occupation has started their work into finding a path in the mountains. Given their treacherous nature, they have been several setbacks. However, their ships have also stepped in at the Port giving a presence at the harbor as well. The man in charge of that unit is Commander Rudolf, a man not to be underestimated. He has led several successful operations for Marley and it would seem that the High Command believe he could have a hand at bringing Everest into heel."

Viggo can feel his fist tightening lightly at the words.

"Ever since the passing of Queen Ilse," Milo continued giving the young man a light glance, "And young Princess Jezabel ascending, for Marley to suddenly decide that they want to straighten the alliance of the two nations…"

"It's not like we believe them at all even if they did come under that banner," Otis told said, "Tensions are high within the city. The appearance of Marleyans troops within the capital is starting to make people nervous. In my patrol, I can even notice more and more incidents happening."

"It's because of the ambassador that was placed within the Capital," Viggo said looking up at them, "Ambassador Ulrich if his name was believed. The man is a spoke person for Marley and is starting to push more Marleyans agenda into our Principality."

Otis let out a sigh.

"If we start this, we might as well start a civil war within the country itself," he said.

Viggo looked up at them.

"But don't you see," he said, "This is the perfect time to strike. We have received word that their Warrior Unit had been sent to Paradis Island to continue the operation started eight years ago. With no Titans present within Marley's hands, this is the perfect opportunity to fight under our equal grounds."

The two men looked at each other. It was one of the main reasons that not a lot of countries in the world ever opposed Marley in the past. With the Power of the Titans under their control, it was easy for Marley to overrun an entire country with the monsters they had under their control and with the current technology that was in her hands, and the words that had spread of what happened to those who opposed them, it was enough to make anyone question whether going against Marley was a good idea or not.

However, with all of the Titans under Marley's control seemingly headed to Paradis Island…

"This a window of opportunity that we can't allow to pass us," Viggo said looking at the men in the room, "This country belong to us, not Marley and I believe it's time we remind them of that."

"Well you're certainly fired up and ready to go," Mel said stepping inside the meeting room as well.

She came to stand beside him, looking at the two men in front of her, the look in her eyes becoming serious.

"I'll say that Viggo here has the right idea," she said looking at them, "I have no sympathy for the devils that live on Paradis, but the Founding Titan has remained out of their grasp for over a century. If the Paradis operation is successful and they've got their hands upon the Founding Titan's power, Marley will become a superpower that we won't be able to defeat…that no one will be able to defeat."

A dark look appeared upon her features.

"We all know the horrors of what happened when Titans ruled this world," she said, "We can't allow it to happen here in our home."

A soft sigh escaped Otis. Milo glanced at him.

"You've made up your mind then?" he asked.

"I have," Otis answered, "We will soak our hands in bloody battlefield dirt so that our people will have a future."

Viggo nodded at him as well as Mel. Milo let out a small sigh.

"I guess there is no point is seating on ceremony then," he spoke out, "There will be a Marleyan convoy that will come to the Capital in three days time. From what I could gather from the chatter in the city during our time there, it was an order from Ambassador Ulrich and there is a rumor that Rudolf will be leading them into the capital."

Viggo looked at him, a light of understanding appearing within his gaze.

"You want us to hit the convoy?" he asked.

A small smirk appeared upon Milo's face.

"If you want to send a message to Marley," he said, "Then that is the best way to do so."

Otis nodded.

"I'll give the men the order to prepare the trucks," he said, "Seems we're heading toward the Capital. I'll contact our men stationed at the Capital to get everything ready."

Viggo nodded at him feeling a light excitement running through him. they were finally going to do this; they were finally going to start fighting back.

For the next hours, the people were starting to load the trucks with their provisions and Viggo was there helping them getting ready as well, the young man hair, now fully revealed into the light was long and shaggy almost as if he had never truly never taken care of it. The area around them was rocky and thanks to the wind it was always seemingly sandy since they were way out in the desert on the edge of Everest.

The sun was now setting as they were going to be heading back to the capital, and Viggo was now standing by himself as he was starring out toward the direction of where the capital was situated. There was nothing but empty lands that he could see however, it was like he could almost see the capital again as he was absently playing with the locket in his hand.

He stared down at the photograph that was within the locket for a few seconds before closing it again.

"Are you brooding again?"

Mel was there approaching toward where he stood. The woman came to stand beside him as he turned his gaze back toward the lands again.

"It will be the first time in a long while that I'll be returning to the Capital," he said, "I haven't been back since I left."

Mel let out a soft hum.

"We know the real reason why Marley is so interested to make a presence here than ever before," he said placing the locket back into his pocket.

"Then, the story about the Goddesses are true then?" she said, leaning against the wall.

Viggo glanced at her.

"I mean, we all know the story they've told us as children," she continued, "About the twin Goddesses that founded our continent and that the people worshipped them for forming our nation."

"Every child knows the tale," Viggo answered her.

Mel glanced at him.

"I think it's as unbelievable as you being royalty," she said.

Viggo actually smirked lightly at her.

"Why? I don't look like the prince charming you were expecting?"

"More like the hobo prince," Mel retorted.

Viggo shook his head, the two laughing softly between them before the smile died as his gaze returned toward the distance. The smile had died in Mel's face as well as she was looking out toward the distance as well.

"It's all going to change isn't it," she said softly, her voice low.

"But for the better," Viggo answered her, looking at the picture within the locket once more.

For all of us.

He shut it close.

The Capital haven't changed much since had last been here, Viggo noticed as he walked through the street in his coat. The young man hair was falling in front of his eyes almost shadowing it from sight as the people moved around him going on about their lives. Cars moved on about the city streets, people walking about the street and yet, it was a testament of how familiar the sight was that he was starting to feel lightly nostalgic.

It really hasn't changed one bit.

Then the man came to a stop toward the destination that he was heading to. It was made out of a strange stone that glimmered like diamonds under the light of the bright sun that shone above them. The monument was built thousands of years ago showed two women of identical features, dressed in robes of ancient time as they were standing back to back with each other. The one of the left was holding a flower within her hand looking like she was extending it toward someone unseen by anything but her.

She was called Sonja.

The one of the right was holding a staff, standing like a warrior would be as she was pointing forward as if commanding an Army to follow her orders.

This one was called Anja.

Viggo looked at the two for a long moment.

Sonja and Anja, he thought, May you be proud of what we will accomplish today for Everest.

With those words, Viggo made his way out of the area with his hands in his pocket a dark look appearing upon his features. He rushed through the streets quickly entering the building that their allies within the city had managed to secure for the attack they were planning to accomplish.

When he entered the room, most of the people within the room had their firearms ready for the upcoming battle that was about to happen within the area.

"About time you showed up," Mel said throwing a firearm at him.

The familiar weight of the sniper rifle feels like a comforting companion. He had the training for it's uses during the time he had spent with the group. He noticed the stares he was getting as the people were all looking at him. He knew that most of them knew who he was but he barely paid them any attention as he looked at Mel.

"Where is Milo and Otis?" he asked.

"They'll be on the ground with the rest of our men," Mel told him, "they will have the convoy in a pincer maneuver keeping them contained in a single location that way none of them will be able to escape."

Viggo nodded standing up.

"Well then, we know what we need to do," he said, placing the sniper rifle upon his shoulder, "Let's get into position."

Mel looked at him.

"No speech to inspire the troops?" she asked, a light grin upon her lips.

Viggo turned away from her.

"Everyone here is already aware of why we're doing this," he answered her, as he was starting to walk off, "A speech will just be wasting time."

He heard Mel scoff behind him but she didn't say anything something he appreciated. Viggo made his way up toward where his position was, with a perfect view of the street bellow him. The man moved quickly through the area before placing his gun upon the ground and adjusted the scope which was on the weapon.

Picking up the ammunition he needed for his weapon, Viggo placed the ammo and then with a pull of the level has a bullet in the chamber. It took some time but soon enough the convoy was moving through street and Viggo got himself ready as he looked through the scope as they continued through the street. From around the corner he noticed the others getting into position as well.

Viggo calmed his breathing as his hand lingered upon the trigger.

Then he saw the signal, the glinting glass that was shining in his direction…

Then Viggo lined his shot aiming straight at the car that was in the lead…at the driver.

"To you, my beloved," he whispered.

Then he fired.

Hope you have enjoyed this chapter.

Next Time: Gold and Silver

Jacques0 out.

R&R