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'You've got a big heart
The way you see the world, it got you this far
You might have some bruises and a few scars
But you know you're gonna be okay
Even though you're scared, you're stronger than you know'
"Something Wild (ft. Andrew McMahon)" by Lindsey Stirling

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Chapter Fifteen

Zwischenzug

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I waited until I had Saya, Akane and Daisuke in the same room before making the announcement. It was honestly really nerve-wracking, understanding their family's history. Their mother I wasn't so worried about, even less so Akane. But Daisuke held a grudge against his cousin for beating him to it, thanks to his dad's badgering. Now a foreigner was getting a similar honor? I expected him to never speak to me again. Still, better to tell him to his face. Or at least to his feet. The women in his family gave me their congratulations, while he remained silent.

"I didn't expect it—any of it. I hope this doesn't change anything."

I flinched when he finally stepped forward, preparing for a shove or smack to the nose. He'd done both before. But the hand only hovered in front of me, palm sideways. A... handshake? I met his gaze, still wary.

"You're crazy enough to try stopping a dragon." My hesitance got a huff. He leaned forward to snatch my hand, forcing a shake. The furrow in his brows didn't stop him from telling me, "At least you're not gloating about it, unlike my cousin."

Saya sighed. "Daisuke."

"...whatever. Just don't suddenly get a big head about it, okay?" His hand slapped the bill of my hat, in the way he knew I hated. It dug the bridge of my glasses into my nose, which hurt. He had a smug little smirk on his face as he pointed out, "Because you're still tiny. You spunky sparrow."

It earned him rough pokes in his ribs, and laughter. So he didn't hate me. I could live with that nickname, even if I'd rather be a dragon.

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That night brought a visit from Oboro, who was busy preparing my new outfit for the ceremony tomorrow. I didn't even know she knew about that. The shoes needed finishing touches, but she had other things for me try on. Whoa. This design was incredible. She asked while I stared, "How does it feel? Fitting? Suffocating?"

I stretched carefully. The outfit had three layers over my torso: A black under-layer, rather light; a long-sleeved red layer over that, padded by leather inside; and a short-sleeved, deep blue outer layer. Yet again, she had managed to make sure it wasn't restrictive or cumbersome. If I was being honest, I was... stunned. The ensemble drew attention to my arms featuring the pièce de résistance that really caught my eye. From my right hand up the sleeve, and then back down the left sleeve, coiled a serpentine dragon. The black thread stood out against the red. If people stared now, it was because of that.

"Well?"

Pulling my attention away, I finally found my words. "Oboro... you made this?" With her own two hands?

"Of course I did!"

"For me?"

She tugged on the sleeve. "You said you liked dragons. Or... did that change after...?"

I shook my head so fast I got dizzy. She didn't retreat before I grabbed her arm. "No—I definitely still like dragons—I just..." My heart clenched. The waterworks threatened to start and I couldn't do anything to stop it as I confessed quietly, "These clothes are the nicest things I've ever gotten... handmade for me. All of your clothes have been so gorgeous. I don't... I'm gonna pay you back." And there went the tears. I lifted a wrist, then stopped and made an upset noise. "Oboro, I'm going to cry all over your clothes, I need a tissue or something."

There was a scramble until we found fabric scrap to blow my nose with. (It was a cute design of flowers and birds, but she convinced me to use it.) Smile softer than I expected in my direction, Oboro told me, "I'm glad you like the outfit. I made it for you, after all. It's already been paid for. You can thank me by wearing it with pride!"

So then, I had to suffer an early morning. Oboro brought the outfit and ensured I put it on right, even helping with my ponytail. She dismissed my worries about the ball cap ruining the look, saying it was 'part of my image.' I took it as a compliment. But if I ever wanted to wear my hair down, she suggested forgoing the hat so it could flow freely. Maybe I'd consider it when it grew dark outside.

Efficient, barely five minutes passed before she ducked back out for her other duties. The boots had little red tassles with the Hoshidan knot. I was playing with them when the door slid again. Glancing up, I inhaled sharply and stood. "Merlin?"

"In the flesh." She stepped inside. Despite Corrin's worries, the witch seemed to have recovered well. Or she's a good faker. Her hobbling stride brought her over. "Well... look at you." I wiggled fingers. My 'ta-dah' wasn't the most enthusiastic. It was too early to be a refined member of society. She circled me, tapping fabric and tugging on the obi Oboro had supervised me tying. "Not bad."

"Oboro's work is amazing."

"Indeed." Her nail traced the dragon's mouth on my right wrist. Goosebumps rose. Humming, she met my gaze. "I see they've fitted you with leather armor. Good. Of course, this isn't an excuse to jump into a dragon's mouth."

"I'm not an idiot."

"No, you're not." She tapped my nose. I drew back, face scrunching in dismay. It got a huff of amusement. "But, being blinded by a bleeding heart is just as dangerous. Mind yourself."

"Yes, ma'am."

She slipped behind me again, tugging on the obi. "Here, a trick you can use. Hold the front." Once it was loosened, I watched her press a glowing fingertip to the leather plate. A faint symbol was traced as if I wore some kind of glowbrite. It was this and a simple 'float' that had a snap of energy envelop the obi. She then instructed me to release it... and watch it float. "Now, you don't have to fight gravity."

"Whoa... is that what you used to levitate me?" And why did it look like a Disney channel commercial?

"I haven't used this sigil in quite some time. I drew it using a light cantrip. Using it to 'draw' even simple sigils like this one isn't effective, unless you only need it for a moment. It can't sustain itself without magic being constantly applied." Sure enough, the time we took to talk was enough for it to fade. I rushed to catch the obi, eyeing the surface. Nothing. "It's possible your spirit summons could prolong it, but it would still need to be redrawn whenever they disperse. Anything involving your summons slides into territory I'm not particularly familiar with."

She grasped my hand to touch our fingertips together for instruction. I had to draw energy to them, like I did to cast shields. But only the tiniest, gentlest bit. I just needed the harmless glow. Then I could recreate her tracing until the obi was floating again. Tying it was a lot easier now. "Thank you." It was a rather harmless trick, for an all powerful witch.

Merlin waved dismissively. I guess it's nothing compared to what else she's taught me. Then she reached into the fold of her clothes and held out her hand. When she traced on my palm, the empty air she cradled became a book.

"You still have a lot to learn. But you can learn." The tome was transferred to my hands. A finger tapped the plain cover. "If you accept this, you will read each page carefully before attempting anything. You are on the cusp of Rank D. Anything labelled Rank C is risky. Above that? Deadly. Use your best judgment for when you're ready to try the next level."

Had she really transcribed a bunch of spells in here for me?

Yet I was faced with pristine, blank pages when I flipped it open. ...uh.

She pinched the cover closed. "There'll be time for that later. You have a ceremony to attend."

"Shit, you're right." I stowed it in my bag for now, figuring she'd explain afterwards. We exited the room together. Admittedly, it was strange that she chose to walk with me. My curiosity won against the thought to keep quiet. "Why aren't you with Corrin?"

"I was only gone for a moment. She is surrounded by family, and well protected."

Merlin floated down the hall beside me. Perhaps it was because she had been exposed at the plaza that she didn't feel the need to hide her magic or presence. We didn't get as many stares as I expected. But a few diviners whispered to each other as we passed. I'm kind of used to this already. I refused to watch my feet except for the stairs, silently greeting anyone who ogled. The witch might've exacerbated their suspicions, but I knew what I was about. That was what I cared about in the end. If what I did wouldn't convince them of my sincerity, then a new title, pretty clothes and careful behavior wouldn't either.

The ceremony itself wasn't as elaborate as I feared. Partially, perhaps, because of where it took place. Merlin apologized for our delay the moment we entered the sick room the queen and her son occupied. It was already rather cramped in there. Even Saya's kids had beaten us here. They looked stiff, but gave encouraging gestures. Merlin peeled away to stand near Corrin, much to Yukimura's displeasure, as I stepped forward. The princess's smile was heartening. Takumi wasn't happy about her presence, but her twin had a grin ear-to-ear. The high prince stood in full armor like the rest, somehow still charismatic amongst all the pointy metal.

The lines I had to recite were very few, and rather simple. I was pledging my life to service under Prince—that is, Lord Kamui. I had already committed to the idea. I'll be honest, I'd be hard-pressed to tell you exactly what I said. The actual words went in one ear and out my mouth without stopping for gas. Whatever it was, I meant it. Hopefully I hadn't flubbed anything up. Only the usual suspects were frowning: Yukimura and Takumi. A good sign?

"You really look the part," Hinoka commented once the formalities were done with. Had it really only taken half an hour? It had felt like a lifetime. I didn't want to think about how long a proper ceremony would've taken.

"Thanks. But that's just because Oboro's amazing." I glanced over, but Takumi was absorbed in conversation with their mother. Oh well, I could pass the compliment along myself. Daisuke and Akane were shuffled out by Yukimura. Ooh, Daisuke's not going to be happy about that. Saya, either. Once I made the rounds, I planned to go after them. I turned back to Hinoka. "...hey, our reds sort of match! Twinzies!"

She snorted. "Sort of. At least we'll be able to find you more easily than Kaze."

Suddenly, the ninja in question was speaking at my elbow. Did I scream? No, I swallowed the noise, and about twenty swears. I was never going to be prepared for ninjas. He smiled and apologized, though the former undermined the sincerity of the latter. "It is a ninja's job to be unnoticed."

I muttered, "Maybe you could give a little warning before you give us non-ninjas heart attacks?"

"I suppose I could try that, for your heart's sake."

"Good." I punctuated the word with a nod. He chuckled.

Ryoma was speaking with the queen now. Yukimura and Takumi both exited without a word. I had hoped... nah. That was my first mistake. I ignored the sting. There were still royals in the room. Sakura, Corrin and Kamui had their heads together almost conspiratorially. Their conversation ceased with my approach. My brow rose. "Having a party without me?"

They shook their heads, Sakura bowing with a quiet goodbye. I waved enthusiastically and thanked her for coming. ...of course she came, it was for her brother. Don't be an idiot, me. Corrin's congratulations were sincere and sweet, making both my and her twin's smiles brighter. "From what I've heard," she said, eyes twinkling, "your biggest challenge will be making sure he doesn't sleep in." I barked.

"H-hey, you're not exactly an early riser either."

"Maybe... But I don't snore like you do."

"I do not snore! And—you definitely do!"

"You can't prove that!"

"Then let's go camping. No walls to muffle your snoring!"

Maybe it wasn't appropriate for a retainer to be giggling herself into tears while royalty argued. But dammit, this was the kind of argument I expected him to have with Takumi, and Corrin was a much better sport. These two would absolutely start an impromptu water gun fight. I couldn't help thinking of home, the family and friends there. It was a welcome ache. I could relish moments like these, even if they reminded me of what I'd lost. I could've gone without the coughing fit. But Corrin had tweaked Kamui's ear and now they were pointing mock-threateningly at each other in the most Sibling-y Way I'd seen yet.

A hand on my back brought a warm tingle. Suddenly I could breathe easier. Merlin commented dryly, "Already at each other's throats. That didn't take long." Corrin turned sheepish, but it was waved off. "You could use something fun to do. As your brother is helpless to stop you, he is a perfect target."

I snorted. "Rude. But true."

"Megan, as my retainer, you're supposed to protect me, not toss me to the wolves." Despite his words, Kamui had that same smile he wore when being relentlessly teased by his mother, or Orochi. There was no way he didn't have fun with this.

"I would never! But..." A childhood memory had resurfaced, bringing forth a wicked grin. "I'm also the big sister that sat on her brother and forced him to wear makeup." Maybe Trey had forgiven me by now? Maybe. More than a decade had passed, I wondered if he'd even remember it.

Corrin gasped, pointing. "I did that too! Well, not exactly sitting on him, but—" My laugh interrupted her story, but she beamed. She need a brief explanation before she returned my high-five, but the big sister solidarity was real. Man, she needed to giggle more. When she noticed the face Kamui was making, she gave a bubbly promise not to do that. Unfortunate.

As they dissolved into more teasing and laughter, the witch tapped an elbow for my attention. Her voice was low. "Anything interesting in those pockets of yours?"

"Hm? Not really." Wait. That was new. I hadn't put that in there. I unfurled a small piece of paper. Ah. Of course. A note about meeting Merlin this evening. I turned to confront her and shouldn't have been surprised to be standing alone. She really loved her little games, huh? Maybe she hadn't even left and was just watching from the shadows, snickering to herself. Always teasing me. One of these days, she's going to meet Saya, and that's literally the scariest thing I can think of besides the crazy dragon.

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Following Merlin's cryptic instructions, I wandered the grounds late that night, the blank book tucked into my front. While Oboro had sewn in pockets, they weren't quite large enough. Being stealthy was a little hard with my new brighter wardrobe, so I tried to be casual. The guards hardly needed to get suspicious for whatever it was the witch had planned.

There was a sparking touch at my elbow. My neck burned from twisting. Merlin. Wordlessly, she led me around the perimeter to the farthest corner of the castle grounds. No one followed us, I don't think. She whispered and drew a familiar symbol, then grasped my arm as we rose together. The sudden weightlessness brought my heart into my throat. I clung to her like a child. We drifted over the wall and descended down the cliff face. It was far different than riding a pegasus. I think I much prefer that. The symbol faded. Eventually our shoes hit dirt once more.

Our training woods were a far different beast at night. The clouds were thick, which would've forced us to pick through the darkness if Merlin hadn't conjured a flame. It cast dancing shadows across the trees as we passed. Was this like being led astray by a will o' wisp? I tried to swallow the paranoia. She probably knows what's in a fifty-foot radius, anyway. When she stopped some time later, she folded into a cross-legged position. I followed suit.

The cicadas wailed.

"I would offer refreshments," Merlin broke the silence at last. She began gouging the soil with a dagger. "But I'm afraid I'm fresh out."

It got a faint snort. I appreciate the attempt. "Damn. I was really hoping for some tea."

I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. Merlin placed tinder at the center of a magic circle to transfer her palm of fire. It crackled, but the sparks were contained within. Neat. Out of her bag came a wooden bowl, a vial, and a cloth wrapped around another dagger. The dirty one was set aside in favor of it. She held out her hand for the book. Everything was set between us, nice and orderly. It all seemed rather ritualistic.

Merlin held my gaze, half of her face shrouded. Ominous. "I wasn't entirely truthful this morning. I'm not simply handing over potentially dangerous knowledge to an amateur."

"...understandable."

"However, I have decided your potential can't be ignored. And so, this is my true offer." Her hand unfurled, palm-up, as she announced, "Become my apprentice."

I leaned back, eyeing the hand. "I... thought I already kind of was?"

"Teaching parlor tricks is not the same. This would mean I would take full responsibility for what I teach you. You would defer to me, if necessary." The hand lifted to halt my coming argument. "It will not interfere with your new job as a royal retainer, I assure you. You defer only in relation to the mentor-student relationship, meaning your education. The only exception is that we cannot inflict harm upon each other."

Having a no-harm condition was actually a smart failsafe for a student-mentor partnership. But having someone I was completely unable to attack sounded fishy, despite my constant self-reminders to trust Merlin. It sounded risky. Then again, if it worked both ways, I would be safe from her too. Is it a condition to abide or risk breaking our contract, or does a magical force prevent spells from connecting? This wasn't something to take lightly. I wasn't sure what to do.

"Before we proceed any further, I will give you one more warning. What I offer you is not unlimited power, nor authority to abuse such. This is a contract." Her hand rested over the book. "Accepting this contract will allow you to use this grimoire. This is my gift, as your mentor. Whenever we are separated, it will continue to guide you."

I frowned. "Don't you have to be teaching me for me to be your student?"

Her lips tugged downwards. "I won't be your teacher forever. My duty to Princess Corrin may take me out of your reach." Hands folded in her lap, she sighed. "I might have power, but it is neither unlimited nor unstoppable. There are only so many times you can recklessly cheat Death before it comes to collect."

Sitting alone in the woods under a dark sky, her words nestled deeper than it might've otherwise.

"While our contract would expire with my death, you wouldn't lose the ability to use my grimoire. Which means," her head tilted with a grim smile, "I have to survive if only to ensure you don't 'explode yourself or something.' " My snort was a little forced. "But I aim to improve your critical thinking skills, not to provide every answer. You have to decide how to use these spells. To do what's right. Or what's needed."

With the tools between us, I had the feeling that becoming an apprentice wasn't as simple as signing a piece of paper. "What does accepting this entail?"

"There will be an exchange of vows, an exchange of blood, and an exchange of magic." She seemed to like when I asked questions. "Mind, body, and soul, as it were."

"Of course it's a blood oath." She certainly dealt a lot with blood. I removed my gloves as instructed. "Is the 'no-harm' condition something magical, or just a promise?"

"It is normally a promise, for most mages. But this ritual will act similar to what you've observed between your spells and your spirits. Our magic will be in tune with one another. It isn't a contract to be trifled with."

"Have you done this before?"

Dim light illuminated a snide smile. "Against my better judgment."

"You were forced?"

"Situations forced my hand. As they do here. But enough of that." She waved away further questions. Her stare was heavy. "Do you, Ms. Megan, the world walker, retainer of Prince Kamui of Hoshido, accept my contract of mentorship?"

The ritualistic words carried power with them. It tickled something in my chest when they settled in my ears. I took a deep breath. Held it. The air was already stirring, the significance a palpable sensation. This wasn't something to take lightly. Honestly, I should've refused such a sudden and binding proposal.

But I need the power if I'm going to make a difference.

"Yes, ma'am."

Merlin's hand hovered above mine, fingers dangling into my palm. She picked up the dagger with the other. I averted my gaze, heart pounding. "Then this dark sorcerer, known as Merlin, protector of Princess Corrin of Nohr and Hoshido, enacts this contract of apprenticeship."

Warmth trickled over my hand. She remained calm. I braced for the sting, reeling in comments on how unsanitary this all was. Blood dribbled onto the grass while I was instructed to bring magic to my fingertips once more, this time to attempt sealing her shallow wound. She returned the favor, the hot prickling a familiar sensation by now. The spike of pain was less so. It was as if lightning caught on my fingers to shoot down my arm, more intense than my experience in Valla. Her iron grip kept me from breaking the connection. Together our hands cupped a vivid, sluggish swirl of purple energy. When they tilted, both the light and the blood dripped into the bowl she held.

Then she released me. The towel offered afterwards was much appreciated. "This part is optional." Her dagger swirled the small amount captured. "But I figured a physical contract would ease some of your fears." There was no point in arguing the fears existed. The dagger was brought to a long, thin plank of wood. She gouged out what she wanted, and handed it over.

I tried not to sound unimpressed. "So... 'M.' For... Megan and/or Merlin." To be fair, the sides of the letter were curved kind of like a trident, and it had some dots poked around it. But... still.

She huffed, tapping the 'contract.' "That would be my magical signature. Easier when it's simpler." When I accepted the book again, I realized with a start that the cover wasn't so plain anymore. The same mark was burned into the front. This trend continued when I cracked it open to find words, diagrams and runes across every page. The wealth of knowledge was finally revealed for me to drink in at my leisure.

"...should I have one of those?" I guessed they were more than just arcane autographs.

"If you'd like. But that can be crafted later. For now..." She held out her hand next, for a normal handshake this time. It was firm. The deal was sealed. Her gaze held mine as she murmured, "We are master and apprentice."

"World walker and sorcerer." That title certainly made me sound cooler. I dig it.

"And we have a lot to cover in very little time." I found the dagger's handle in my palm next. Her smile became sinister. It might've been the shadows. "Welcome to the first of many night classes."

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Mornings in the library, afternoons with Kamui, evenings with Saya or her kids, and late nights with Merlin. I wasn't the only one preparing in a rush. Soldiers flowed through the gates and halls to run supplies and messages. It wouldn't be long before Hoshido would be forced to confront the approaching Nohrian army. The royal siblings were already planning to meet them—Queen Mikoto was too weak, but even if Kamui hadn't had a speedy recovery he seemed determined to go. He had excused himself from his cot the very moment he was cleared, only half-listening to the healers' warnings. It was the very same day he informed me of my first real assignment as his retainer: Staying in the castle to protect his mother.

I was against it. Not that I didn't want her safe, the exact opposite of that. But he was going to the borders where Nohrian soldiers had been sighted. Where the Nohrian royal family would likely be waiting. I wanted to be there with him, and with Corrin. She's so torn, and he's still not at full strength. I want to HELP. I was his retainer, not the queen's. But, Kamui was afraid for her life. The barrier would dissipate any moment, and even before then it hadn't prevented the assassination attempt. Truly, this was a war on two fronts, but where only one was visible. I at least was aware of the hidden enemy. He'd be surrounded by family, leaving Mikoto alone. That was his reasoning. I didn't take it well. I didn't argue with him for too long—he was my lord now, I had to obey. But I was definitely blowing off steam that night when Merlin's lesson shifted to practice.

(Her boot dug into my back as I swore. "Weaponize your anger if you must, but if you lose your cool, you will lose your head.")

Unfortunately, I could see where he was coming from. I would've done the same in his shoes, if I couldn't convince my siblings to stay. But the choice would have to occur soon. It wasn't my family, or my decision, but... I don't know. Knowing what I did, I couldn't help thinking, I need to be there. That was probably narcissistic. What could I do to help anyway? The rebel in me considered sneaking into a supply wagon, but I had to think about it rationally. Even if that actually worked, Mikoto was extremely vulnerable. If it were possible to keep her alive? I wouldn't just do that for the country. I had to try for Kamui's sake, and his siblings'. Maybe for mine too. I didn't know her very well, but she teased Kamui, had silly blunders, and just wanted her family to be safe, united, and happy. She was a good person. And just like Takumi, Sakura and Azura, a twinge of attachment from playing the game carried over, coloring how I viewed her. I couldn't abandon her to the whims of supposed fate. She didn't deserve to die.

Given the knowledge and the chance to save my dad's life, wouldn't I have taken it?

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Mornings had once been a favorite thing of mine. Waking up before everyone to have some peace before all of the hustle and bustle was a simple pleasure.

It had been years since my body had been wholly comfortable waking up before the sun however. This morning was no different: It came too early, shedding light on unpleasant truths. I still hated being forced to stay. Just a bad situation all around. If only everyone could remain in the castle, and not have to worry about war. Still, I trudged to the gates to see Kamui off.

Ryoma had already left, as had Yukimura, probably to lead the efforts and assess the situation at the border. Sakura went with groups of healers to provide relief to villages in danger of more Faceless invasions. While Hinoka was heading out this morning, her and the sky knights she commanded would arrive long before Kamui. Several of the soldiers I'd gotten familiar with had begun the journey, but some were assigned under Kamui's leadership.

All of this he explained, after leaving to let his twin speak with their mother in recovery. "I know you really wanted to come with us. But, you're the only one I can ask to stay." He held my shoulder and my gaze. Lips in a thin line, creases in his forehead. The worry was plain to see. "It's not because I don't think you could handle battle—"

"But this will be war, with a lot more enemies." I tugged the bill of my hat further down. "And the castle can't be entirely defenseless. And I know important things that others don't. I know. I get it."

The smile he gave wasn't any less concerned. But he chuckled. "Then why do I feel like you're about to say 'come back safe and sound or I'll fight you'?"

My mouth twitched. "Because it's true, and I mean it. I'll cross the globe if I have to, to drag you back home for a beat-down. Er, sir. ...my lord?"

Laughing, Kamui patted my shoulder before releasing it. "You don't have to work so hard to act like Kaze. He was raised that way, and you weren't. I really don't mind," he added. "I think it's charming!"

"I'm super charming, I know." Another snort, score. "But I don't want anyone to think I'm getting special treatment, or that I don't respect you, or something."

"No one would think that."

"I dunno..." I could think of a few people. Even I feel like this is special treatment I don't deserve.

"I promise. And if anyone does, I'll set them straight." I felt like Kamui was rather missing the point. But there was a shout, pulling his attention away momentarily. His palm went up to acknowledge the call. He offered me an apologetic smile. "Seems we're almost ready to go. I should go get Corrin."

"I'll go get her," I offered, surprising myself. The thought of him leaving had me all jittery. He was going to war. I wanted to be as useful as possible. I turned, ready to run. Paused. Then I turned back with a hurried whisper. "Would it be inappropriate for a retainer to hug her lord goodbye?"

His eyebrows shot up, likely answering my question. But his arms opened all the same. He smiled warmly at my hesitation. "Not for a friend to hug a friend." It was a bullshit answer. I still stepped forward to crush him as best as my twig arms could. He grunted, then returned the hug. "Keep out of trouble."

"You first," I shot back. He snorted. I squeezed again, shutting my eyes. What if he never comes back? I wondered if this was how Daisuke and Akane had felt when I'd left for Valla. Strange to be in this position now. "Please stay safe."

"We will. Please... look after my mother."

I released him. Stupid lump in my throat. I gave a dramatic salute, heels clicking together and everything. "Sir, yes sir!" My goal was to make him smile, and succeeding in that made me smile. Kamui had to come back. He had to. Simple as that.

"At ease," he ordered, playing along.

When I entered the room to retrieve Corrin, she was in her mother's teary embrace. Shit, bad timing. I turned away, smiling awkwardly at the two Hoshidans who had been reluctant to let me pass. They seemed vindicated. The unfortunate arrival couldn't be taken back, and the princess soon called for me to return. I bowed deeply. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"I suppose it's time to leave, isn't it?" Her reluctance was understandable. Only just remembered her mother, and she has to leave her again. There was no telling if she'd get another chance to speak with her, no matter her choice. It was now my job to keep that possibility open for her regardless.

The queen met her daughter's uncertainty with poise fitting for her position. They clasped hands once more. "My dear Corrin, remember. No matter what happens, I love you with all of my heart." I turned away for a modicum of privacy. This felt too personal for me to witness.

"P-please don't say that," Corrin whispered. "It makes it sound as if..." The implications were left unspoken. The following silence convinced me to peek. Mikoto only smiled. The princess, after a pause, straightened her spine. "I'll find a way, Mother. I promise."

"I know you will. I only ask that you be careful."

I smiled at Corrin before leading her out the door. There weren't any incredible nuggets of wisdom I could offer her, the queen clearly had that covered. I struggled. There was something heavy in the air. It caught in my throat. She's heading to a crossroads. Didn't I have any advice? Words of encouragement?

Corrin chose to break the silence. Her voice was low. "I remember what you've said, about my family. Both of them. I... I can't let them fight over me."

My heart went out to her. This is so much worse than divorced parents squabbling. Coming to a halt, I grasped her arm. "You're the only one who can stand up for—for both sides. Maybe it won't work immediately, but eventually... They have to understand."

"If I could just figure out who attacked us..." She sagged under the weight of an invisible kingdom she didn't even know about. "Merlin didn't have any details for me. You... wouldn't happen to have any ideas, would you?"

Dangerous, dangerous topic. I worried my lip, considering. Was there anything else I could give her? If it wasn't for this goddamn curse. "...I don't think I have anything I can tell you." It sucked to disappoint her like this. Maybe the reassuring squeeze would suffice. "But that doesn't mean you won't figure it out. Just be safe, okay?"

"I will. I promise."

We met back with Kamui, where she brightened considerably. One thing to come out of this, is her remembering everything. It only made the dilemma of her family's dichotomy worse, but hopefully it gave her some comfort to have more loved ones. Even if one still gave her dirty looks. I spied Takumi standing with his retainers off to the side, his arms crossed. My smile and wave was ignored. When Corrin noticed him, her smile turned bittersweet.

"He'll warm up to you soon." It was a promise Kamui maybe shouldn't make, but it was in the interest of reassuring his twin. "After all that's happened recently, he's just... upset."

"I don't blame him... I really have made a mess of things."

"This wasn't your fault." He sounded just as sure of this. "It was... outside influences. Nohr would have deployed forces to attack us eventually, even if the capital wasn't assaulted." This wasn't as much of a pep talk as he'd meant it to be, judging by her frown.

I tried to pick up the slack. "Hopefully you can meet on equal grounds and talk down a war." I know what the game has told me... but this is something I wouldn't mind being wrong about. My words seemed to fall flat as well.

Despite that, the princess gathered her steam again. "We will do everything we can to prevent it." Her twin nodded. The way his lips pressed into a grim line, however, spoke of his doubts.

"I believe in both of you. You're lights of hope, for Hoshido and for Nohr." My gaze went to both of them in turn. The two golden swords gleaming at their hips attested to this. Kamui didn't looked pleased, either by the praise or the mention of his family's enemy, but he held his tongue. Corrin seemed grateful. I gave another, half-silly salute. "Go save the world, you two."

"Ha! I hope it won't be quite so dire," Kamui argued. "But your confidence is much appreciated."

It's definitely that dire. But I mean what I said. They were both incredible people, with good hearts. Maybe they'd make mistakes. They weren't perfect. But I believed they would pull through in the end.

I stepped away before I got weepy-eyed. I shouldn't keep them any longer, no matter how much I don't want them to leave. My enthusiastic waving got laughter and waves back. Eventually, they turned their backs to the castle and moved to greet the soldiers waiting for them at the gates. I recognized Harumasa and Chinatsu in the crowd, but they didn't notice my waving. Everyone was armored and toting around weapons. Smiles faded quickly as serious discussion began. The Hoshidan army continued their efforts to mobilize against the Nohrian threat. Their huddle ended with a loud shout that was echoed with the discipline of training. It was a far cry from weeks past where they teased the prince with 'sirs.' Times had changed.

Pale hair waded through the crowd. Hopefully it was Takumi saying goodbye to the twins, if he hadn't already. He seemed to be in a mood earlier. I had half a mind to try acting as mediator. But speculation was put on hold for a tap on my shoulder. "Merlin, good morning." Was she going with them? Of course she was, Corrin was leaving.

"Don't you love the smell of war in the morning?" Pfft. She wasn't smiling, her expression smooth with the deadpan delivery. Her hand remained on my shoulder. "Keep a cool head on your shoulders."

"The coolest." I was worrying my lip again. Glancing at the twins, I asked her, "You'll keep them safe, right?"

"Was that part of our contract?" My Look didn't faze her. After a pause, she squeezed, releasing me with a huff. "I'll do what I can. I don't plan on letting the Nohrian crown know I'm alive just yet."

"That's fine. Your ten-percent is probably fifty times what I could do."

Yikes, that stare. Her dark eyes were narrowed. "None of that. If you want to wield dark magic, you must be confident and sure."

"Right, right, sorry."

"Willpower. You can't ask if you can bend the rules—you have to rewrite them yourself. Otherwise, you'll be holding yourself back."

"Yes, ma'am." What a time for a lecture. I crossed my arms. Several soldiers were marching to the gate now, in narrow files. "I just meant that you're ridiculously powerful. I'm still learning."

"You'll get there, one day." An unexpected sigh had me glance over. Her shoulders loosened with the sound as she stared across the courtyard. Morning rays illuminated dark bags under her eyes. I wondered if she had gotten any sleep last night... hell, or ever. Her voice was suddenly faint. "Scrambling for power too quickly leads many to ruin. Pace yourself."

"...sounds like there's a story behind that."

She huffed, straightening again. All of her power and mystique manifested again like a cloak. "I have a wealth of stories, but no time to share them."

That, I didn't doubt. There's a lot I'd love to ask her. "Maybe we can get drinks and hang out when you get back." I shot her some finger guns. "Ladies' night. I'm paying."

This got an actual laugh. Like when I'd tackled her, the sound caught me off-guard. "You know what? I may just take you up on that."

I grinned. Despite her sadistic, mysterious qualities, I think I'm gonna miss her too. "I'm looking forward to it. Oh! Hold on a second." It took a little rummaging before I secured what I needed. I held out a fist and waited for her to humor me. Placed in her open palm was the little unlucky cat pin from my bag. Plenty more pins where that came from. "For you."

Silence squeezed between us. She rolled it over, eyeing the rubber backing. I wanted to explain what it was and why I was handing it over, but my jaw seemed to lock itself. She got it at any rate, as she revealed the tack and fastened it to the pouch at her waist. The smug cat face glinted at us. I was expecting questions of why, the history behind it, what it symbolized, or even a thank you. But she just smiled and patted the pin. Like a good luck charm.

I swallowed. "Stay safe."

"I'll do my best. You do the same."

Giving a twiddle of her fingers, Merlin limped into the crowd of people and, predictably, vanished. No doubt she'd watch over things in hiding. Kamui has Kaze, so it's good for Corrin to have her own 'ninja.' I snorted. Exhaustion pricked my eyes, results of a late night and rough sleep. It was the perfect excuse to rub the lingering tears out. No time for crying. You've got plenty to do. I couldn't see any familiar faces anymore. The royal twins must have left by now, and Takumi hadn't stuck around to wallow like me. Roll up your sleeves and get to work, Megan. Saya could probably use a hand with reports and running messages.

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Thanks to Merlin's unorthodox methods stretching my arcane muscles, I was getting better at multitasking with spells and spirits. This blessed me with ethereal claws scampering about, followed by hooves beating a ghostly tattoo on my back when I rolled over for escape. I whined, swore and hissed, but soon enough I had to sit up and glare. Atticus and Frederick stood and stared as if to say, 'what, you told us to do this.' I gave myself some credit for dismissing them only after I'd folded and set aside my bed things. Otherwise I would've crawled back to Snooze Town.

This morning, I was up early to see off Takumi and his retainers. Well, maybe just wave. Not actually, like, talk to them. Grogginess tied my tongue. Not that I had much to say. 'Stay safe' was obvious, and 'avoid curses' was maybe too specific. They all knew not to fall into the canyon now. Without Kamui or the excuse of clothes or shogi, I didn't really have a reason to talk to them, did I?

Maybe Oboro, I allowed. She was surprisingly sweet and fun, after our rocky start. And Hinata is friendly overall. But they'll both be glued to their lord's side. The notion to avoid Takumi was a combination of sudden nerves and awkwardness. Yesterday's moodiness hadn't been a good sign. Everyone else's support of Corrin had become a sore spot impossible to ignore. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn't have cared. But it was Takumi, and that made me anxious. At the same time, I worried this would be the last time I saw the three of them for a while. If the game is accurate...

My brooding down the stairs was interrupted when Atticus nearly ran into one of its brethren. That is, the two easily dodged one another, but I took notice and paused. This other rat was definitely staring. My brow scrunched, then rose. Was someone looking for me?

"Good morning!" The loud voice nearly gave me a heart attack. Orochi arrived with the scent of several herbs and that feline smile of hers. Her fingers clutched my elbow. "How fortuitous to find you up and about so early. Orochi has been tasked with retrieving you for another audience with Queen Mikoto!"

I blinked. "What did I do," slipped out. It earned a light cackle.

"Become retainer to the picky prince, I imagine. Quickly now, you mustn't keep her waiting!"

Servants cast looks our way. Kioko's smile in passing was more welcome. Activity was already picking up again for the next wave of Hoshidan soldiers. The majority were off the mountain, meaning the ones here had to get ready earlier to meet them before leaving. Hence my (planned) rude awakening. Maybe I'd think about a power nap this afternoon. I rubbed arms chilly from sleep, squinting at the sky slowly growing brighter. I do miss watching this. The early hour left many households almost eerily hushed. My favorite state of being.

The healers at least followed this example, gentle chimes barely breaking the quiet. They tended to the more serious cases while the rest slept. Some cots had emptied. Hopefully from getting better, not worse. The guards didn't stop me this time. The queen was awake, propped up with only a little bedhead. (I was thankful my ballcap made mine easier to hide.)

"Good morning, Your Majesty."

She inclined her head, smile warmer than I expected. "Good morning, Ms. Megan. Thank you, Orochi." The retainer bowed before exiting. "Thank you for coming. Please, have a seat."

While I didn't feel as nervous around her, I didn't feel great sitting here. It was still like a hospital. Her son may have recovered enough, but his mother was still in a sick cot. If I had gotten there earlier, maybe a shield could've reduced the damage. I tried to school my expression. "You wanted to see me, Your Majesty?"

There was a pause. Only the soft jingling outside filled it. I shifted. Then, the queen giggled. "Such a grim expression! It's nothing to be worried about, I assure you."

I tried to smile only to give into a yawn. "S... Sorry! I'm still a little tired. I'll try to look... less grim?" The laugh had been encouraging at least. Ichigo once licked her face and got her to giggle-snort. Rubbing my eyes, another yawn snuck up on me. "And more awake."

"I would say I've had practice speaking with the drowsy." The cavalier tone surprised a snort out of me. Kamui, no doubt. Queen Mikoto seemed pleased. Her hands clasped in her lap. "A smile is a much better sight in the morning. Now, I hope you aren't still upset with my son's decision to station you here."

I couldn't keep in the sigh. "I understand why he did it."

"I did try to remind Kamui that I have my own retainers, and that the castle will remain well defended even as we send soldiers to the borders. But I was unable to convince him." Her chin tipped to me with a gesture. "He isn't the only one concerned. The faith in our country's security has been... shaken, and I'm afraid I can't provide the power I could before."

The way her fingers shook with even that small hand gesture... Worry crept in. "If you don't mind me asking... are you still keeping the barrier around Hoshido up?"

"I am."

I worried my lip. "You really should save your strength. After what happened—you need to focus on recovering, so you can... I'm sorry, it's not my place to... lecture you."

That gentle smile reminded me of her niece. "It's not the first time I've heard that suggestion, and I trust it won't be the last. But I will provide my people, and my children, with what protection I can, for as long as I am able. It is my duty as queen, but also, as a mother." So did her selfless behavior.

Why did I know she would say that? My shoulders sagged. "You're a good person."

"Thank you."

"Too good for your own good," I muttered. It earned another smile.

"Kamui spoke with me on another matter before he left." The news deepened the furrow in my brow. Queen Mikoto took my confusion and suspicion in stride. "Do you have an idea of what it may be?"

"...it could be to have me watch Ichigo... to accept something nice as his retainer... or to spend time with you as an excuse to guard you alongside the, like, twenty other people." I was getting too casual again. "Uh, Your Majesty."

Her eyes twinkled. "Would you like to watch Ichigo again? He's very fond of you."

"Ah, sure... Was that it? Ma'am?"

"No, it wasn't. But it was a good guess. I'd say you know my son well enough, as his new retainer." She offered another smile before moving on. "He said the stories you held might interest me. I suppose that could've been an attempt to have you nearby. But, he seemed rather insistent I speak with you on it."

Oh, boy. My throat was dry. "What... kind of stories?"

"He didn't say. I do recall you were described as a writer."

Maybe that was what he meant. The relief was palpable. I couldn't help the paranoia. Kamui hates keeping secrets from people. I had almost thought he'd thrown me under the bus about being a 'world walker.' Thank the gods Yukimura wasn't in the castle right now. I acted cheery to cover it up. "I can't promise my stories are any good, and I don't have them with me anymore. But if you want to hear me ramble...!"

"I would be delighted. You can be a very animated storyteller, from what I've gathered." Before I could push aside the embarrassment, her gaze drifted over my shoulder. She brightened. "Good morning, Takumi. Ms. Oboro, Mr. Hinata."

God. Dammit. I glanced back. Maybe I could make my escape. The retainers gave their greetings from the door, letting Takumi approach alone. I scrambled out of his way. "Don't go anywhere," he ordered, cutting through my greeting-slash-goodbye. And with that, I was stuck. DAMMIT. He then turned his full attention away from me. "...I'm leaving soon, Mother."

Running wasn't an option. But I could at least give them space. I joined his retainers just outside, trying for cheerful again. It paled in comparison to Hinata's grin. "Good morning, Megan!" Oboro's shush reminded us of the other patients. He quickly apologized.

I echoed the greeting, quietly. The slap to my back could've been softer. I smiled through the pain. "Stay safe, okay?"

"You got it! And you too, alright?" He wrapped his other arm around Oboro's shoulders, who sighed and shoved it off. "Both of you!"

"That's the plan. Wait, both?" I glanced back. Did he mean me and the queen?

"Oh. You didn't hear? Lord Takumi's leaving Oboro here, to keep an eye on things. Because of... you know."

My eyebrows nearly hit my hairline. No I most certainly had not hear about that. I searched Oboro's face for confirmation. Her frown reminded me of when I'd heard Kamui's decision days earlier. "Really?" The nod was reluctant. "Oh. Well... at least I'm not alone."

"It's not just you two, either. Lady Hinoka left Azama here too."

"What?" Lowering my voice didn't hide the shock, or dismay, in my voice. I hadn't seen the monk in the castle—then again, I'd spent yesterday running between Saya's office and the library. I might be friends with Oboro now, but that man... I'd have to adjust how I responded to his comments.

"I know he can be kind of... well, you know. But I'm sure he's a great guy! Right?"

"Right..." Was it bad that being left in the dark on so many things made me miffed? I tried my best not to pry, but I hated being caught off-guard. This wasn't the time to be grumpy though. I put on a smile again. "Well, we'll do our best here, so you do the same, got it? Or I'll fight you." Hinata had to muffle his guffaw as he got smacked and hushed again.

Footsteps preceded Takumi exiting the sick room, forehead creased. He gestured at my expectant look, only muttering 'not here' before leading me from the building. That's not reassuring. Maybe he wanted to yell at me about Corrin or something. Hopefully not. I swallowed the nervousness and listened as Hinata promised to bring us souvenirs. We were heading back in the castle for one of the side rooms. Ominous.

The first thing Takumi said once the door slid shut was, "Is Merlin gone?"

"Yeah—probably, she went with Corrin I think. Wait, why're you asking me?"

He scowled, arms folding. "The two of you are 'buddy-buddy,' aren't you? Whenever we need to find her, you're the only one who can." And he didn't say it like it was a good thing. Definitely not mentioning the apprenticeship now.

"I can't always find her, she's hidden from me too, before." That probably wasn't much better. I kept from scratching my face by mirroring his pose. "So uh, she's probably with Corrin. She promised and all." His expression grew darker by the second. Distraction time. "Have everything ready to go?"

The question made him scoff. "Of course!"

"Just checking! It's not exactly a field trip." Worrying my lip, I ran over what I knew and what I expected in my head. My fingers tapped a quick beat on my elbow. "...so you and Hinata are leaving today?"

"And Azura."

I see. The tapping continued. I guess with the twins' dragonstones, they don't have to worry about having her song. I suspected Takumi just didn't want her near them, considering how he'd treated her in the plaza. It wasn't fair, but there wasn't time to argue right now. It would just piss him off and make him less likely to cooperate. Sorry, Azura. I was really regretting that I'd put off having a chat with her. Hopefully I'd get the chance when they returned. My train of thought derailed when Takumi stepped forward, digging in his pocket. But while he roughly extended his arm, it was only to offer something. My brow furrowed as I stared at the dark steel. My pocket knife?

"Take it," he pushed when I just stared. Lips worked without speaking. My hand came out too cautious to accept the knife, as he muttered and tried to drop it on my palm. A little juggling kept it from denting the wooden floorboards. It was heavier than I remembered.

"It's a cool knife," Hinata offered to fill the silence that followed.

Turning it over in my hand, I examined the coiled dragon relief on both sides. It was nice to hold. Memories twisted. I glanced up at the prince, who was probably waiting for a 'thank you' or something. Instead, my arm came out once more, with certainty this time. "You keep it."

"...what?"

"I've only used it to open boxes. You could probably get better use out of it—if you sharpen it." I wiggled it in offer. "Maybe you could show it to Yukimura and see if he can recreate the mechanism? Or you can use it if any enemy soldiers gets too close."

"Didn't you say this was a birthday gift or something?"

"Well, yeah." When this wasn't a good enough answer, I shrugged and tried to sound casual. "It was also in my guts. I don't want to think about that right now."

"And what, I want to think about that?"

"No—" Alright, so that hadn't convinced him. I couldn't keep back a groan. Why does he have to make EVERYTHING difficult? "It's just going to sit in my back pocket and be useless if I have it! At least you could probably do something with it."

Takumi finally snatched the knife, if only to shut me up. He didn't seem happy about it. "What was the point of me having it then, if you were just going to give it right back?"

"It was collateral before, but—my feelings or, sentimentality or whatever, aren't more important than your life. Just take it," I cut in as his mouth opened to argue some more. "We'll say it's to make sure I don't run off instead of protecting your mother or something."

...that was a lot ruder than I'd meant it to be. Nice going, me. Oboro was giving me some kind of look. Yet Hinata stepped forward and held out a handshake, coming to my rescue. "Thanks, Megan! I know Lord Takumi will look after it!"

I could smile at that, accepting the shake. "Well, duh, it's Takumi. Lord Takumi. Dammit, me." Hinata snorted. I pointed. "And you look after him too. We'll hold down the fort here." It was a good thing we weren't in the sick bay, with the gusto Hinata reassured me with. Despite his enthusiasm, the worry persisted. "Please be careful, okay? Watch out for curses, keep your eyes peeled and—"

"Yeah, we got it!" He laughed, slapping my back again. OW. "They were right, you mother hen everyone!"

"What? Hey, I just worry! I don't mother hen everyone. And who's 'they'?"

"Everyone! You know... Lord Kamui, Saburou... that one guy from the library! Not Daisuke—" He grinned. "Actually, Daisuke too!"

"Hinata, we need to go." Now it was Takumi saving me. His retainer's behavior tinged his irritation with amusement. He started for the door.

I pointed at Hinata in my defense. "I'm a big sister, it's what I do! Don't make me big sister you!"

The urge to follow Oboro after them was impossible to ignore. We stepped to the side of the front door as the guys joined the soldiers at the gates. The urge to hug them and reiterate to stay safe was quickly squashed. HINATA wouldn't refuse, but, no. I glanced at her forlorn expression. The shoulder pat startled her and earned an odd look. "They'll be fine," I promised.

She didn't seem so convinced. "I know that Lord Takumi is more than capable of fighting, but..." She swallowed, voice growing smaller. "I don't like being left behind. I want to... to protect him."

"I know. Hinata is with him, at least."

After a moment, the steel returned to her spine. She huffed, crossing her arms. Aw, that pout. "Lord Takumi will probably have to look after him instead."

"Maybe if there are any cute girls trying to sell him something." Oh wow, THAT was a scowl. I guess Nohrians aren't the only ones to feel her wrath! No surprise she was so possessive. I guess I couldn't blame her. "...we can trust in them. The universe will hear that and keep an eye on them."

She eyed me. "The universe?"

"Yeah. Whatever gods you believe in, or, whatever. They can hear us. They'll make it happen." Thumb in my direction, I mustered confidence to reassure her. "Trust me, I'm very persuasive. The universe has to listen to me."

A snort. "And why's that?"

"I said please." It got her to roll her eyes. More seriously, I said, "Willpower. It makes a difference. Just ask Merlin."

'...You can't ask if you can bend the rules—you have to rewrite them yourself.'

"...wait. Wait, I have an idea! Oboro!"

"What, what?"

"Sewing! The magic thread stuff Merlin showed us. Let's make a sigil really quick!"

It was a mad scramble for her materials and my notes. It wouldn't be much longer before the soldiers marched. She worked the needle through the fabric as fast as she could, but the lines had to be accurate. On such short notice we decided to stick to wards. I pricked our thumbs for blood to strengthen them—one for Takumi and one for Hinata. If we had thought of this earlier perhaps we could've made some for the twins too... But Merlin would be with Corrin. She'd probably keep spells off of them. It was up to Oboro and I to do this for her lord and comrade.

The courtyard was empty when we finally burst out of the front door. No sky knights milled about. We sprinted out the gate, but they were already partially down the mountain. They could've taken their time at least!

Then I had another idea. "I'll get them!" Taking the enchanted fabric, I swiped glowing fingertips across my front and took a running leap.

"Wha—Megan!"

Merlin was a hard taskmaster, but you had to give it to her: My arcane capabilities were much improved even in the few weeks I'd known her. Before I would've plummeted off the side like a rock. Not now, thanks to her lessons and my strengthened magic reserves. The sight of the ground falling away had my stomach in my throat. Yet with my hand pressed to the sigil I'd drawn on my chest, I began a gradual descent down the side of the mountain. Just like we'd done every night since the start of our contract. I'd come so far!

"Holy shit... holy shit! Holy shit!"

There were the soldiers, marching down the winding mountain path. I grinned. Heads started turning, shouts rising. There was no way they couldn't recognize the red sleeves and the ballcap. What an entrance!

It was difficult to pick through the crowd and 'steer' at the same time—I nearly upended myself trying. Yikes! Best to just, float all the way down and meet them at the bottom. My body started to tense from the strain. Time to focus. I don't fancy becoming a bloody stain. Crazy as this was, maybe it could be another way to train? Merlin would approve. I didn't think Kamui would.

My feet finally met dirt once again, and I threw my arms in the air. "FUCK YEAH! Falling—with style!" Probably a good thing no one was around.

There was plenty of time to catch my breath and set my clothing right again. As expected, Takumi led the charge as third prince of Hoshido. He asked when he was close enough, "What... was that?" I fell into breathless laughter at the expression he wore.

"That was awesome!"

"Thanks, Hinata." The grin split my face as I saw more bewildered expressions coming our way. "I just—took the express lane down! Merlin taught me!"

"Ugh. Of course she did."

Was I having too much fun with this? Absolutely, but I deserved some fun with all of the shit going on. This dragon finally got her wings! Adrenaline was still pumping after the 'flight'. My hands shook as I reached into my pockets. A cloth square in each, I stuck them out. "Here!"

"Thanks! ...uh, what is it?"

I leaned in, fingertip tracing the thread. "This is a ward, to help protect you guys from spells! Oboro did all the work, I just showed her the ward and used a little magic. It won't protect you from everything but—yeah. Sew it into your clothes if you can, but it should work in your pocket or... something. Okay?"

"Wow! Thanks, you two!"

Still pumped, I drew Hinata into a tight hug. "Just stay safe, okay? Or me and Oboro will fight you!" His laughter was too sincere and open for him to be cut down. I knew that wouldn't really protect them, but anything else was a crime. I'm willing to bend the universe to keep that laugh safe. "Urk—don't break my back!"

He released me and patted my shoulder. "Thanks again, Megan!"

"That's big sister Megan to you, mister!" It got another laugh out of him. I was going to miss that. Spinning around, my feet carried me without thinking. I drew just short of Takumi, just in time. Don't hug the prince, what are you doing?! "Ah, uh—" Handshake, I could do a handshake. My hand jutted out, smile kind of awkward. "Focus on keeping you and your siblings safe, okay? I'd hate to be executed for trying to kick your ass for getting hurt." Wait, that wasn't the proper way to treat a prince either. Shit.

But he snorted. Actually snorted! What an improvement! His handshake was firm, if brief. "You really—really flew down here to tell us to be safe again? You're unbelievable!"

"Believe it!" The grin slipped in. Hinata earned a smack when he called me a mother hen again. Glad they all could ignore the fact I'd almost hugged the prince. With a silly salute, I reiterated, "Stay safe!"

Now the eye-rolling was back. "We get it already!"

I turned before I could be tempted to waste anymore of their time. But I felt so much better now! Laughter slipped out. What am I, a little kid? Soldiers had stopped to see what was going on, pointing and whispering. My wave might've been cheeky. The winking definitely was. And when I was subjected to Oboro's wrath partway up the slope for giving her a heart attack, I gladly weathered it. Aw, she could forgive me, couldn't she? I'd delivered the goods! She pushed me away for a while. Finally she gave up. Knew I'd win her over eventually.

I dragged her arm-in-arm to the castle, suggesting we work some more with thread and magic. This proved more convincing. We got up to a lot of that in the following days. Akane had some ideas to contribute too. It made us all feel better to be productive, when the worry crept back in.

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There was plenty to do in the castle. Since the lord I served wasn't here, I tried to be helpful wherever I could. Saya appreciated the assistance. Tomoyo at least cut down on the yelling. I tried to be nice despite his usual grumpiness. The castle seemed just as quiet as the library—quieter, at times. Kimi tried to keep up the good cheer, but it was obvious that the underlying tension was getting to her too. Yoite confessed one night over dinner that he was scared for his brother, Harumasa. And that was one of the older recruits sent out. So many had seemed terribly young for war. But we didn't have the luxury of time.

Oboro decided to test herself against my spells, in return testing my barriers and reflexes. Thank god she isn't using a real naginata. Momoka directed her drills when I was too tuckered out to continue. There were far less familiar faces on the training grounds nowadays. But I did see the queen's other retainer for the first time, speaking with Orochi as they watched us. There was no mistaking the kinshi knight for anyone else with the x-shaped scar across the bridge of her nose. Reina.

When the two approached us with an offer to spar, I admittedly panicked internally. Orochi's glittering stare suggested it wasn't so secret. Oboro and Reina paired off. I didn't envy the flurry of blows between them. The older woman swung her naginata with the ferocity of a lion. She utilized every aspect of her weapon, and some of Oboro's as well.

I meanwhile was subjected to quite the spirited dance. When spirits collided, it dispersed them much like enemy spells. Vanish, apppear, vanish, appear. Orochi's volleys were impressive, though they didn't have quite the impact of Merlin's. She toyed with me before her ox spirit knocked me flat on my back. "I could give you some pointers," she offered along with a hand up. "In exchange, I would like to see your other magical abilities." I was in no position to refuse.

Spirits and spells wouldn't be enough, though. Not for me. I need everything I can get. That was what prompted me to approach the monk when I found him in the sick bay. "Azama, I have a question for you."

"Hm? What question could you have that has you seeking me out?" He at least sounded more cooperative, though maybe it was only because of our audience. Not that his patient cared all that much, being out cold.

Gesturing at the staff he was waving around, I asked, "Would you be able to show me a little of your healing magic?" My failure in the plaza had been niggling at the back of my mind for a while now.

"Would I?"

I rolled my eyes. Time to play along. "I don't know, would you?"

"You tell me!"

"Then yes, you would."

He laughed. The Hoshidan on the cot shifted with the noise. With a wave of his staff, she settled again. "You may stalk me if you like! I cannot stop you!"

"It'll be payback for your harrassment."

"Harassment? I beg to differ. I have only ever been helpful. That is why you wrote that poem for me, after all."

"...oh goddammit."

Despite his sass, Azama didn't pay me much mind as he continued his work. He didn't explain any of it either. I was left to glean what I could from his movements and teasing smile alone. As you could imagine, it wasn't very educational. But it was enlightening. Seeing how he was almost respectful to the queen of Hoshido reminded me he wasn't always an asshole. He even mentioned my goal, prompting her to provide her own insight.

The first actual piece of advice was my first real stumbling block: You have to open both your magic and your heart to be a successful healer. Clearly that was my problem. So many secrets. I wanted to help others, but held a lot back. Overall, I was a withdrawn person. I wasn't even entirely truthful to Kamui, who I owed so much. But I couldn't just mention the particulars of the game and what it predicted to him. What would he think? My flight down the mountain proved I was at least improving in other areas of the arcane. Compared to the burn of perpetuating thunder spells back in Valla, I'd say that was good progress. Healing might just be out of my reach. At least for now.

Sparring, brainstorming, practicing, chatting. Plenty for me to do in the castle during the day. Akane got along fine with Oboro. Daisuke wasn't so inclined, but he was training with the remaining soldiers. Saya was fine with us girls borrowing the office, as long as we joined her for tea, and didn't mind flying cushions and brushes. Her advice was much appreciated as well.

At night, I had my hands full fighting off the anxiety rearing its head. Early mornings were exhausting, but that only pissed me off. Stupid body. I was going to get that sleepy tea recipe out of Merlin. Tossing and turning all night sucked, even in my own room. The back of my eyelids hadn't changed after hours of staring. I kept trying. I had to believe in myself, and in the others. Where my strength and knowledge failed them, my hope would pick up the slack. I wasn't lying to Oboro when I said I believed willpower made all the difference.

The universe WILL listen to me. I'll MAKE it listen.

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"I have a gift for you."

I squinted at Saya. "...No."

Oboro glanced between us. Saya smiled and went to retrieve it anyway. "Refuse all you like, but I suspect it'll find its way to you regardless. And, I think you'll be happy to use it."

When I saw the planks, I immediately gave her a Look. "How many of these do you have? Or how many of these do you plan on giving to me, rather?" The question was ignored. Huffing, I accepted it and peered at the design. My eyebrows shot up. "Rooster?" My zodiac. I wonder, did they have one of those here?

"A bird for the spunky sparrow." Both redheads enjoyed my mock-huff. Saya smiled, adding, "You don't need to be so concerned with depleting my wealth of spirits on your own. My daughter already has my tiger spirit."

I smiled at Akane. "The feisty kitten has the big cat?"

Narrowing her eyes, Akane retorted, "I would say it would've fit the one with the 'kitten claws' better than me."

"Oh, that's it—"

"Eep!"

Saya returned to paperwork with a smile, letting her daughter fend for herself against my bony fingers. Oboro watched. Muffled giggling fading when I turned her way. "No. Don't you dare—" I pounced, nearly knocking both of us onto the floor. While her defenses were too strong, that didn't stop me from trying. I dissolved into laughter soon enough. Maybe I was having too much fun.

Then us younger women looked over my new spirit contract. The green bird spirit, once respectfully summoned, alighted on my shoulder to preen. My suggestion of 'Peeper' was vetoed by majority. Maybe 'Zephyr' or 'Gale'? But those just didn't have the right ring to it. After some consideration, I looked it in its beady eyes and declared, "Ace." It seemed pleased with the nickname.

Atticus, Lissa, Frederick, and now Ace. Gotta catch 'em all, I guess.

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Fitful rest was interrupted by something stinging my face.

"Ow, dammit—" I swatted at air and squinted through the dark. An eerie green glow filled my room. "...Ace? It can't be morning yet."

Realization dawned slowly. I had the spirits as alarms, yes. But not just to wake up early—they also acted as security. They were keeping watch within the castle's perimeter. Since it was still nighttime, this meant an outsider had somehow gotten in. "Nohrian? Or—" No, it didn't matter.

I scrambled for my armor. The grimoire and scrolls were within reach. Atticus was sent to alert Oboro and the others as I shot out the door. "Ace! Where?" The rooster's head darted back and forth. Multiple intruders? I picked a direction. This was so soon. Hardly a week had gone by! Were they so confident the rest of Hoshido's forces were sufficiently distracted at the border? Guess it didn't matter as long as they were more than a day's march away from the castle.

"Halt! Why are you—" The guard stepped back as I kited around him. "Stop!"

"Intruders! Sound the alarm! Intruders!" That would hopefully get people moving. I soared down flights of stairs. "Fucking of course—they come in the middle of the night! They're already hard to see—" There was more activity once I got to the first floor. I couldn't see anything suspicious yet. Hopefully they couldn't fool a spirit. A twinge in our connection convinced me to dismiss Atticus. Frederick galloped to take its place, for when the others entered combat.

The clouds had obscured the moon and stars tonight. I had to run the path illuminated by Ace. Talk about perfect timing. Could Anankos control the weather? No, it had to just be luck.

We swerved, and it was the only reason I wasn't knocked on my ass. Large forms raced through the dark. Shrill whinnies gave me chills. The pegasi. I could see a few taking flight. It was like trying to cross a highway filled with propeller planes. A few people were already working to corral them, shouting about a fire. Guards had responded to the call, coming from the direction of the side buildings.

Nonono— They needed more backup? Fine. I lifted a palm. "Elthunder!" The lightning didn't go far, shooting above and across the courtyard briefly. Crack! A pegasus shrieked. Hopefully I missed. The flash illuminated the burning stables, revealing rising smoke. Hope that was loud enough. I spun on my heel.

Guards posted at the door of the sick bay moved to stop me. I gestured at Ace. "Someone's invaded the castle—you need to make sure the queen is secured!" A hand halted my forward push. This woman wasn't interested in what I had to say. I swore. "Have you heard from the other guards?" Dammit, this was taking too long! I growled and spun around. I'd check myself.

There were four doors to the place and a few windows. Each had two visible guards, weapons now held at the ready. Ace was still on alert. No time to relax. Where were they hiding? When the spirit swooped upwards I finally understood. The walls were covered, but what about the roof? Merlin's float spell was really giving me my money's worth. Footing was tricky with how it sloped, a deadlier climbing and balancing act than filling bookshelves.

"Who's up there?!"

"Megan—a retainer. I'm checking the—" Ace cut upwards, wings flaring, and was momentarily dispersed. I swung a tongue of flame around. The thud carried through my boots. Then the fading tak-tak-tak of footsteps. "Enemy on the roof!"

I squinted through the darkness after my fire spell. That scrabbling. Were they climbing to another level? I don't trust myself not to fall. I used float to make hoisting up easier, Ace twisting after me. Better not to look down.

Others joined me in climbing. Someone threw their arm and ordered, "Go around—cut off all escape routes!" Thank god, I'd rather not take them on by myself! The first ninja scaled the building with ease.

I was taking too long. I sent Ace ahead. The enemy's position would become apparent even if the enemy fully dispersed it. More shouts rang out. I couldn't see the ensuing scuffle, but I didn't envy whoever was getting their ass kicked. Metal screeched. Something thumped flesh. I had to dodge tiles broken by their footwork. I need to do some— Glass shattered. An explosion rocked the building. A body careened over the edge. THUMP.

"Shit—" I heaved up and over, 'float' faded. Fuck, they had blown a hole in the roof. The ninja was nowhere to be found. I peered into the darkness, but I couldn't make anything out.

Taking a chance, I floated into the room. A bedridden figure was halfway up, hand at their middle. What bad luck, or careful planning, that the breach led directly into the queen's room. To my surprise, Azama was already there with his staff. Unless he could heal people to death though, he wasn't a good defense.

"...Megan?"

"SHH!" Guilt twinged faintly for shushing the literal queen. I had to focus. I backed closer to her, head on a swivel. Ace materialized with a gesture and soared to the door. They weren't in here anymore? Why?

But that gave us time. I turned to Mikoto and Azama. "Can you do any kind of shields?" He responded in the negative. The queen apologized, as her focus was on the country's barrier. "You can't keep wasting your ener—whatever, never mind, hold onto this." A book was set upon her lap, not that she could see it. Flipping through pages by Ace's glow, I traced over one of Merlin's shields with the light cantrip. A flat shield appeared, buzzing lowly. I grew lightheaded. Shit, it takes a lot of energy. I placed her hand over the book. "Don't move." The spirit pressed closer before the light faded. The lines snapped back into place, now a lime green. Ace's position helped center the shield. Just like in practice.

"What's happened?"

Dammit, even two summons isn't enough. I redirected Freddy to retrieve Orochi. If she wasn't already alert, spirits would be invaluable in sniffing these guys out. Hope Oboro and the kids are okay. "Invaders snuck in and lit shit on fire."

"Fire? But the castle has..." Trailing off, Mikoto's gaze snapped around. She was staring at a wall—or through it. "Someone is tampering with the castle's protections."

Wood creaked. Ace turned. I spun around too late. A shuriken clattered to the ground with a crackle of the shield. Then a ninja burst into the room. "Milady!"

Mikoto drew herself up. "I'm all right. The castle has been breached. Organize a search for missing or destroyed ofudas. Ensure the patients here are protected." Right, the infirmary was a place full of easy pickings. My skin crawled. How despicable.

"Yes, Your Maj—"

BOOM. The building trembled. Wood groaned. Boom boom. Explosions nearby. Screams.

"Suppress the fire!"

"We need to evacuate the building!"

I braced. Just what kind of firepower were these guys packing?

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The floorboards groaned. A soul Frederick was entrusted with protecting and guiding—Oboro—nearly lost her footing. The spirit stood still. When she steadied and charged forward, it charged with her.

There. The spirit darted to evade a man's blade. It circled him. Attack here. This eliminated the element of surprise. Her naginata twirled. The length of it kept him parrying and at a distance. The man's sword missed her leg. Her naginata didn't miss his chest. Downed, he attempted and failed to parry her last stab to pierce his heart. So he fell. Frederick moved on.

More souls stumbled upon them. Frederick knew them. Daisuke and Akane, children of Saya, its old master. Its current master had tasked it to protect and guide Oboro or any ally who accompanied her. They were its charges now. Their attention followed its orange glow illuminating a woman hiding around the corner. She lunged as the magic concealing her flickered. Oboro intercepted, naginata slapping the enemy's arm to dislodge the dagger and force retreat. Frederick lingered by the children. Soldiers arrived. Oboro spoke, and they called forth more spirits. The attacker ducked away to hide.

Frederick paused in its pursuit. Oboro was directing, Akane and Daisuke listened. Soldiers left to fan out through the halls. Some were immediately beset upon by invaders. Nostrils uselessly flared. Only those who followed Oboro remained its charges, as was commanded. Saya's children stayed close. Akane's tiger spirit joined them, whiskers twitching.

Both spirits turned as one. The tiger leapt forward, energy crackling as a nearby door opened. Frederick followed, ensuring it stood between this enemy and its charges. Bright yellow light spluttered against opposition. The horse spirit surged forward in its wake. Attack here. A dagger lashed out, close to the spirit. Frederick curved around the woman. Then she was pounced by the returning tiger. Oboro lunged with her naginata. The enemy limped back into the room. Oboro didn't follow.

The children stood back. Akane called her spirit to heel, expressing concerns. Frederick danced in place. There were more enemies nearby. Observations brought attention to guards fighting down another hall. Oboro attempted to order Frederick to search. It stood as sentinel, waiting for them to press on. Akane explained that it only followed its master's command, sending out her tiger spirit instead. When they approached a roaring fire, Frederick stood to shield them, though it couldn't protect from the heat. They wanted to pass through the flames in the open door. People were inside. Allies and enemies.

Diviners swept their summons out to form a perimeter. A man waved his staff to assault the flames. Akane's spirit was sent inside to search. She tried to hold her brother back. Frederick could sense its old master's husband inside. It would follow if they entered.

There was a scream. Hoshidans stepped away as a figure burst through the door, flames clinging to him. Frederick surged forward, dancing about the crouched man. Attack here. Oboro didn't move. It turned another circle, ensuring she couldn't miss the enemy. Then it dodged. Hands slammed the floor it had just hovered over. The man was still screaming. Mundane fire held no obstacle for spirits, but he didn't react to the other summons. Hands became fists and slammed again. Wood cracked. He grew, and grew. Metal scraped the floor as he staggered to his feet. He was no longer a man.

He swung, screaming still. Frederick ducked beneath arms thick as trees and returned to Oboro's side. Other spirits were assaulting him. Then another enemy shouldered through the flaming entrance. Large, not human. Diviners slammed the wall from his punch. Frederick positioned itself between its charges and the new danger. The enemy was no longer concealed, so its priorities changed. When the Faceless charged with a roar, it rose to meet and race through him. It staggered his gait. Oboro's naginata flashed at last, coming around to dig into a calf. He turned to face her.

Daisuke and Akane stood in the hall. They were still in danger. Frederick curved its trajectory as it reformed. The first Faceless was pushing through the hall towards them. The horse spirit was commanded to protect them. It was intent on following orders.

But then the connection to its master was interrupted, and Frederick winked out of sight.

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I coughed against the wall I'd suddenly gotten acquainted with. The magic sigils Oboro and I designed didn't prevent my head from pounding. But it had repelled the Faceless that had shouldered through the opposite wall. The hulking form was on a knee, groaning. The heat on my collarbone reminded me of Merlin's warning: Don't solely rely on shields, because they aren't invincible.

Queen Mikoto called for me. The Faceless was getting back up. "Fuck," I spat. Both hands jutted out for balance as I concentrated. I'd lost hold of one of my summons. Which? That green glow—Ace is still up. That meant Frederick. I hoped it hadn't disappeared at an inopportune time for Oboro. The horse spirit began slamming into the Faceless. I stumbled to the cot while the handful of guards who had made it in distracted our new problem.

Mikoto angled her voice over shouting and crackling fire. "Escort and protect the patients," she ordered the nearest guard. Protests were expected and quickly squashed. "Go!"

"I've got her," I shouted even as I wondered what the hell to do. We were in a room, with a Faceless, on the third-story in a building being consumed by flames. And I don't have Azura's water dance. I could hear roaring and screaming below. Smoke was seeping up into the room. Azama's staff could only clear so much. We needed to get out.

A guard rushed over to help the monk support the queen. She still clutched the book and its shield. Ace kept it at the correct angle, and two people could stand behind it, three if they squeezed. But even if they got past the raging behemoth, the fire was rising. The incomplete shield was only a flat plane, it didn't wrap around. I glanced at splintered wood and paper. This might be their only option.

Spelled gales assaulted the far wall. The guardswoman gripped my arm, hissing, "What are you doing?!"

I shook her off. "Emergency exit!"

"Stand down," Mikoto ordered. Her arm not wrapped around Azama's shoulder was pressing the book against her middle. Her next order was for me. "Tell me how your flying spell works."

"Flying? Oh floating—" I traced the symbol in the air, feet momentarily lifting from the ground. Then again, more slowly. "But it doesn't last long if you don't ke—"

I landed only to be swept off of my feet and hit the ground. A body had skidded across the floor. I scrambled over the groaning woman. Alive at least. I stood in front of the queen's shield. The Faceless was gaining momentum. Hoshidans had to prioritize dodging over attacking or risk joining their comrade on the ground.

What could I do? Stop it. How? I ran through spells in my head. A sword cut into its arm. Dark blood splattered on the wooden floor, missing the ninja responsible. This giant bastard was taking too much attention. Frederick dissipated. I summoned Lissa to cradle a dark spell. Purple twined with pink. Distract and drain. I'd done it before.

I ducked between Hoshidans, allowing Lissa to clip the Faceless with its form and piggybacking spell. The punch SLAMMED into the floor but only disrupted the spirit briefly. I spun around. Did it take the bait? It turned, raising its arm again. The ninja darted to the side, but his sword bounced off of the metal shackles. Damn it! Sending Lissa again knocked its mask off-kilter and incensed it to grab after the spirit on its return. Now it was facing me. Two soldiers were on my side of the Faceless, both with swords. I couldn't see past it. A voice behind it nearly earned its attention, but shurikens embedded in its neck. I hadn't even seen the ninja's arm move! But now he stood between me and it, sword brandished.

The other soldier was beside me, arms trembling. I think he was from the first floor. I had to force words through a wracking cough. "Not your—average night shift, huh?" He managed to shake his head before a loud crack made us jump. Wood crashed to the ground just outside the room. That wasn't good.

Another CRACK. Opposite side of the room. Was that a breeze? It was only then I understood how fucking hot it was in here. They must have made an opening somewhere. Maybe they could get out!

"UUUURGH!"

Though the ninja clattered against its shackles again, the Faceless was attracted by the others' noise. It was lumbering towards easy prey. SHIT! Lissa charged, and the ninja's reflexes kept him out of the line of fire. A flurry of wind blades cut into the Faceless' back until it had no choice but to face us again. I pointed, snarling. "Over here, asshole!"

My new friend wasn't so keen to have the behemoth's attention again. When it came our way, he scrambled for the door. Lissa beaned the Faceless, knocking another of its mask's belts loose. The spirit brushed against me, bringing the itch of stolen energy. Inhale, flex hands. I began a new spell and sent Lissa again. The Faceless took the hit head-on, unconcerned with the purple trail as it charged the ninja. I twisted my hands across my front. "Constrict!"

The magic took. Another purple thread wrapped around a raised arm, and briefly held it aloft. Victory was short. The first thread followed Lissa's path to wrap across its chest, only to snap. The other followed suit. Not enough. It needs more control. I swore and tried again. The Faceless slowed momentarily, but its struggling broke the spell like inferior shackles. The pounding in my head grew.

Someone screamed at the door. The ninja officially dismissed the other soldier and told me to stand back. He didn't wait for protests before lunging. Somehow anticipating this, the Faceless' arm finally caught its elusive opponent and flung him upwards. The sword skittered into a wall. Cracking first against the ceiling, then the floor, the man lied there, his arm bent at an odd angle. Air caught in my throat—and the Faceless was closing in.

"WIND!"

The jumble of magic coalescing couldn't stop the charge. I crossed arms in front of me before being slammed into another wall. The seal burned through my clothes. It's running out. Lissa blinked in and out to carry another nosferatu. If only I'd figured out mobile shielding. My legs shook too much. The spirit charged. I clutched at purple energy, gaze darting around the room. I needed to do this myself.

The Faceless had turned away again. Had the queen and the others gotten out yet? No time to check. When Lissa returned with warm energy, I hefted up to fling it forward again. Ribbons twined between my fingers. Lissa served as distraction while I hobbled across the floor.

Hurry hurry hurry— An arm swung past me, moving hot air. I pressed a palm on the floor and whispered, setting the first anchor. Lissa vanished under a slamming fist. Conjuring it again to brush across its flank, I sent it out with the constrict spell. Pink streaked around the Faceless' head, catching under its mask. Wild swings caught on nearly fluid magic. Yeah, wrap yourself up, asshole! Lissa returned, and I snatched at the air before it finished dissipating. Got it! Another slap of the floor secured the second anchor.

I grasped both sides with glowing hands, twisting and pouring energy, and pulled. "CONSTRICT!" The energy snapped, ribbons thickening and tightening.

The Faceless struggled, but this time it wasn't so easy to break out of. Giant hands grasped at its neck. "UUUAAAARGH!" The distance was closing. One foot staggered back. Then its balance was disrupted, and it toppled over.

CRACK!

It all happened too fast. The Faceless missed me. I noticed figures still on the other side. The floor caved. I was safe, until I wasn't. I became weightless. The wood was ripped out from beneath me, yanked by the anchored ribbons. I tumbled head over foot and slammed on my back. Energy cracked and dissipated. Fire everywhere.

Nonono— "FIMBULVELTR!"

It became hissing steam too quickly. Lissa tried, but I had to add the ice spell before for any soothing effect. I couldn't breathe through the heat and smoke with the combination. It was rising up through the ceiling, through two floors. I was on the first now? The seal saved my life. And it was gone. I had to do something. Stay down, right? That was the advice in a burning building? Except I could feel the floor shifting with weight and hear furious grunting. I wasn't going to try playing dead and risk it coming true. Rolling onto my belly, I tried to heft up as debris dug into my gloves. My back was beyond screaming.

The goliath's back was scoured with weeping cuts from spell and steel. Shackles clinked over the snapping flames as it turned. My hand slipped on wooden shards. It took a step forward. I threw my other hand up. "Nosferatu!" Darkness exploded from its shoulder. It flinched. The itching warmth didn't help much. Lissa wavered as it rammed into its face, finally knocking off the mask. Those glowing eyes—I hated those damn things. "Fuck... you!" I spat at its feet.

The spirit had disappeared. I couldn't keep a second one summoned without risking the shield. Ace seemed to be getting closer—or falling? Was Mikoto finally safe? I hoped so. I was nearly out of steam. Without Lissa, the heat made it difficult to think or move.

The Faceless brought its fist back and deafened me with its roar. Sorry, Kamui. In a last ditch effort, I swung an arm. "ELWIND!" Green and grey collided. A shriek.

I dropped, energy spent. But something heavy thudded across the room... as did something else on the ground in front of me. I squinted. That bright green light... On top of a rather out-of-place book stood a bird spirit, wings flared. White cloth blocked it from sight a moment later, someone alighting awkwardly between us. A rod jingled as the end was smacked into the ground. I could breathe easier now, and felt my strength returning. Was that healing magic? But what was that shimmering veil around me? I followed the line of fabric and gaped. MIKOTO?

The queen waved the rod about in the direction the Faceless had flown. Was it already getting back up? I struggled to follow suit. Though she favored a foot, Mikoto stood tall between us. The clear air was disturbed by an ominous chime. Dark, bloody smoke whipped around the golem, bringing a pained scream.

It still moved forward. I stumbled, reaching. "MIKOTO!"

Something red body checked it and flung it back onto the floor. I flinched, drawing away. The ox spirit swung around and pummeled it again, and again, and again. Someone stood in a doorway, palms thrusting forward. Until finally, the Faceless stopped moving. There was a beat where we all stood, and stared. Making sure. Then the rod fell from the queen's fingers as she clutched her side. I staggered forward, trying to provide support.

People began pouring in, the first to reach us a pair of soft hands. Now a ram spirit circled us. "Lady Mikoto," Orochi breathed. She did a much better job offering support on her liege's other side. "I'm sorry for the delay. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," was the wavering reply. Mikoto's eyes shut briefly. Her hair clung from sweat. I probably wasn't any better. "Is it over?" The night air outside was a godsend.

"Our spirits are double-checking the castle. Most of the fires have been dealt with. Yukimura's puppets were dismantled, and it's still unclear how they managed to tamper with our ofudas—"

"Sabotage," I spat. Searching looks swung my way. "That... bastard." Swallowing was useless, my mouth was too dry.

"Lady Mikoto!" Azama strode around the corner, nursing a limp. He smiled through obvious pain. "May I have my rod back to perform my duty as a healer?"

It was still inside. We'd prioritized the queen. Before he moved on to retrieve it, the queen opened her eyes to offer a smile. "I'm truly sorry for my behavior, Azama. Please forgive me."

"Hm? Oh, that!" He laughed as he moved past her. Instead of a polite goodbye, he called back, "It is not everyday that a man comes close to descending from the heavens!"

Quirky as always. I didn't have time to watch him leave. My attempted 'what can you do' look to the queen faded when I saw her wincing. Was she hurt? Her gait hadn't faltered again. Catching my gaze, she quietly confessed, "He wasn't letting me help, and so I... might have pushed him off the third-story."

I choked on laughter. "You what?" I realized her smile had become sheepish.

"I tried to use the float spell, but I'm afraid I'm unused to its design. He fell rather quickly."

Despite the circumstances, Orochi cackled. "I am certain it was the kindest method of transportation, my lady!" As the queen gave that telltale heavy sigh, her retainer nudged us both to the palace's front doors. "He'll come along with the rest of us for healing. I'll need to gather a full report in the meantime."

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Perhaps I should take up praying. Or the lottery. I'd survived another Vallite invasion.

The library had not. My heart sank. All of that knowledge... the stories... up in smoke. At least the whole thing hadn't burned down. Small favors. But I couldn't help mourning my first sanctuary in Hoshido.

As Mikoto and Orochi said, the magic that kept the place from going ablaze had been tampered with. Even then they would've needed to set some kind of accelerant to create the inferno. More sensitive to the arcane and closer to the source, she had noticed something stirring. Whether that was just the cloaking spell or a fireball didn't really matter. We needed to shore up our defenses, be more vigilant, and start repairing the castle.

I wasn't alone in the temporary infirmary inside the castle. Tomoyo, Ikuyomi and Kenchiro were recovering from smoke inhalation and some burns. Momoka had gone into the library to pull them out. She came in briefly, as she wasn't bad off and refused to sit still regardless. Some guards were treated for minor injuries. The ninja who had been smacked like a fly—Taijo, he introduced himself—had the cot beside me, wearing a sling. I couldn't imagine the pain of a broken arm. He remarked it wasn't his worst injury. Calling him a 'bad-ass' earned his disapproval.

Midoriko, our healer, coughed. "You overextended yourself," she scolded, turning to me. Her rod gestured for another examination. "Tsk. Two spirit summons? Some sort of... shield and other magics? Not to mention the bruising from being batted around by a Faceless. Is it a habit of all foreigners to use magic to the detriment of their own health? You're lucky not to have broken bones."

I snorted. "Just the reckless ones." Humor faded quickly. Her words reminded me of Merlin's condition after the plaza incident. With this opportunity, I asked, "Merlin did the same thing, right? How did she swing back from that?"

Midoriko shook her head. "She wasn't my patient. But," she allowed when I sighed, "from what I heard, it took quite a few of them to keep her organs from failing. The dark magic she must have been using... Well. Her methods aren't one to emulate."

Haha, ha, yeah. Totally.

I glanced at the divider, wishing I could see into the next room. Tomoyo was impatient, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. Daisuke and Akane had gone with Oboro to help stop the invasion, chasing Vallites until they found one of two groups of Faceless. A punch to Daisuke's arm had both shattered the forearm and knocked it out of socket. My stomach twisted every time I thought about it. They were both alive, but once again they had been put in danger. Sometimes I wondered if it was my fault they were trying so hard to fight. They were just children.

Who else had gotten injured in the invasion? Or worse? I had been too afraid to ask. The question still circled in my head like driftwood. It wouldn't disappear. Even so long after the plaza explosion, there had been several people needing healer surveillance. I didn't know why the library fire had been started—maybe material to burn?—but targeting the weak made sense in a horrible way. I tried not to think about how many cots were left empty that hadn't been the other day.

A soft voice dispersed the darkness at last. "Allow me."

Midoriko startled, but quickly bowed out of Queen Mikoto's way. The gentle sway of a festal sent shimmering energy across several cots. Like dumping a vat of cerulean glitter. Taijo knelt with a murmur of thanks. Soothed by healing magic, I could finally sit up for a more appropriate bow. I knew Queen Mikoto was powerful, and not just because of her position. But being aware of the country-wide barrier was different than watching her heal an entire section of the infirmary. Or watching her handle a Faceless while still recovering. We were instructed to take it easy—Taijo with the broken arm especially.

"If anyone should be taking it easy," I began. Midoriko shot a look. Come on, you're thinking the exact same thing.

Lips quirked, Mikoto began examining us more closely. "I appreciate your concern. But I cannot remain idle when my subjects are in need. I promise not to overextend myself." The first patient was grateful to be fully healed and released. Taijo's sling was next to be removed. The queen was an efficient healer, much like her daughter. I hope Sakura's okay. How were they faring at the border? What was happening? Was the barrier still up? Hands on my arm startled me. As if reading my mind, the queen informed me, "As my magic is no longer bound to my barrier, the strain is moderate."

I met her gaze. She didn't sound upset about this. "It's gone? Are you okay?"

Mikoto smiled. "I will be fine. It's simply difficult to focus on two barriers at once." What did she mean by that? I watched as she delicately turned my arms over, eyeing old scars. Her daughter's doing. I hoped neither of them still felt guilty.

Then it hit me. Mikoto had used magic to shield me from the Faceless. A barrier. She had dropped the shield around the country, the one she'd been so adamant on keeping up, in order to keep me safe. Blood drained out of my face. She'd dropped from the third story to provide backup. It was my fault Hoshido's barrier was down. If anything happened to her people, her family, that could have been prevented...

"Please don't blame yourself." The queen seemed wholly focused on scrutinizing my leg. Without glancing up, she had guessed where my thoughts had gone. Her gentle voice contrasted with the firm probing for lingering injuries. "It was my decision. I don't regret saving my subjects."

My stomach roiled from the words. "But..." Even counting every single life in the castle, it would only be a fraction of the subjects she had throughout the country. It didn't include any of her children either. Kamui, Corrin, Takumi... Azura... I wasn't worth their lives—that wasn't a choice I wanted anyone to make. But she wasn't an idiot, right? She ran this nation as queen for the last fifteen or so years. Maybe it had gotten to the point that her barrier was failing? I hoped so. A decision to abandon a fading barrier in favor of a brief, smaller one was easier for me to swallow. Not that it mattered how I felt.

When the older woman met my gaze, I was reminded of both Azura and Kamui. Her eyes didn't shine quite like her niece's, or burn like her son's. But there was an intensity I couldn't ignore. Protecting an entire country, and harboring the secret of both Valla and her children's true father? This was the queen of keeping cards to her chest with a passion for defending. And she was doing it all alone. Her hands clasped mine. If things had gone differently at the plaza... She would have died without being able to tell her family anything. Killed by Sumeragi's corpse. Tears sprung unbidden, but I couldn't dry them. Why was it always the ones who didn't deserve the pain?

I was quite suddenly overwhelmed with a pang of longing for my own mother. She didn't deserve the pain I caused her either. My head dipped. Tears pattered on my lap and our joined hands.

"It's alright," the queen murmured. Carefully tugging a cloth free, she offered a handkerchief. Warm palms swept hair from my face. "It's alright."

I didn't know what she meant. About the barrier? Saving me? Being scared? It didn't matter. Hearing those two words was enough. Air shuddered in my chest. I focused on keeping my breathing even and quiet. I could break down on my own time, in my own room. In. Out. In. Out. Now was the time to help, not to be a hindrance.

She folded my fingers over the cloth and gave them a pat. "Take your time. Rest. Then you can help us rebuild." Yes, I could do that. A breather, maybe a nap, and then back to work. Her voice softened. "Come speak with me when you're ready to talk."

An absentminded nod was all I could muster. She got to her feet and moved down the line, her festal jingling. My brows furrowed. Wait. Cleaning my face, I turned to watch her as she worked. Always gentle, and thorough. Sakura had learned from the best. Lying back, I closed my eyes to get what rest I could. The jingling continued for what felt like hours.

But, what exactly had she meant? There was some sort of intent behind the statement. Like she was hinting at something in particular. Ready to talk about what?

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If only they could talk.

Corrin wished Merlin hadn't disappeared. It wasn't for good, certainly. How many times had she'd given assurances she wouldn't? The sorcerer was just ensuring their party was hidden from the Nohrians who lied in wait behind an invisible line.

It had once been a tangible one. But activity in the late night now kept many of them awake after someone shouted about the barrier vanishing. It didn't bode well for the health of her mother at the capital. Some were tempted to turn back. Kamui had still been arguing with Yukimura when Corrin ducked out of the tent. Now she stood staring across the horizon as the sliver of sun began to warm her back.

She understood both sides. She too wanted to make sure Mother was alive and well. The woman had seemed so frail on that cot when they'd all left, despite her reassurances. But Yukimura had pointed out the danger in leaving this area undefended. Evacuating the border villages to avoid further assaults meant the Nohrians would have no reason to stop if they pushed deeper into Hoshido. The wording of that statement left a sour taste in Corrin's mouth. Nohr wouldn't hesitate to conquer what they could unless Hoshido could push them back now. The tension in her twin's shoulders forced his words to crack like a whip between them all. He was scared for the implications of the barrier's fall, and for what followed. Perhaps they all were.

If their mother were here, would she advise a retreat? Would she stand her ground? Or would she offer the Nohrians an olive branch?

Seeking council, Corrin didn't quite know where her feet were taking her. Yato bounced against her side, a small comfort. But it brought several gazes her way, shining with expectations and hopes she was afraid to fall short of. Once again, she wished Merlin hadn't disappeared. She seemed to know much more than she let on.

So did much of her Hoshidan family. The way Takumi glared at her felt particularly targeted. They had barely spoken, yet something lurked between them. A similar look was often sent Azura's way, who to her credit let it roll off like rain. But golden eyes held their own secrets when they locked with Corrin's. The caution that had cloaked Azura when they met by chance at the lake seemed wrapped especially tight on their march here. And Kamui... he had difficulty talking on anything other than their plans to fiercely repel the Nohrian invasion. Sometimes his mouth would hang open mid-sentence, and then he would growl in frustration. What were they all seeing that she couldn't?

Surprise was brief when she stumbled across the blue-haired princess on this distracted patrol. But Azura had always stood a bit apart from everyone, despite her inclusion in the royal family. Corrin met her eyes and cleared her throat to speak clearly. "Azura? Do you have a moment?"

Hands folded in front of her, Azura asked, "What is it, Corrin? You seem rather troubled."

A short laugh escaped. "I would say that is an understatement." The humor swiftly fled. "...you've heard the news, right? About Mother's barrier?"

"I have. It is worrying... But there's not a lot we can do from here. We have to focus on our current situation." Sound advice. If only the image of the frantic Kamui in the tent would dissipate. The doubt was written across Corrin's face. Azura approached, gently touching her arm. "For the time being, we must have faith in Queen Mikoto and prepare for war."

"War..." It was Corrin's nightmare come true. Fist clenched, she met the princess' gaze. "Does it truly have to be this way?"

"I'm afraid so. Hoshido has prospered under the peace afforded them thanks to Queen Mikoto's barrier. Without it... Nohr will not hesitate to take advantage of our weakness." Lips pursed. Quietly, she asked, "Do you still consider the king of Nohr your father?"

It would be a lie to say a simple no. Despite everyone else's secrets, Corrin couldn't deny her own sincerity. "He has done many despicable things... but, he was the only family I'd known for so long. I refuse to believe that means nothing to him." Maybe he hadn't truly wanted her dead, or Gunter, or Merlin. Perhaps it was all a mistake. The chance was slim, but she desperately wanted that hope. "My siblings—that is, his children considered me family as well. I wish... I wish I could speak to him—perhaps he could listen to reason?"

"I don't think that will work." Azura's voice was soft even with the harsh reality of her words. "The king has built Nohr upon his conquests of other nations. You've seen the Faceless his men have sent. And I'm afraid the history between the two countries makes it difficult to arrange peace talks now."

That made her hopes seem rather ridiculous. Corrin fiddled with Yato's hilt. It was subtler than wringing her wrists, but only slightly. "I... I don't want any of my family to get hurt for my sake."

When she glanced back up, Azura's face had gentled, that cloak of mystery loosening the slightest bit. "I know. I'm truly sorry it has come to this, Corrin."

"There... there must be another way. I know Hoshido has suffered a lot at the hands of Nohr. But the world has to be more than revenge and hatred. There's more to this, isn't there?"

Just as quickly as Azura had relaxed, she drew up her guard once more. Hands returned to a clasp. "Situations such as these are complicated. Some find it easier to shift the blame and take out their grief on others."

It was the kind of evasive answer Merlin would give. Nearly the same one, even. Corrin drew up. "You know something," she accused. She pushed when Azura didn't respond. "The people who attacked us at the plaza—Merlin said so herself, they couldn't be Nohrian. The barrier hadn't fallen yet. Megan, she thinks there's something else afoot. Even mother said a darker force might be at work!"

Azura hesitated. Something about her expression... Corrin wondered why she got a sense of yearning. She looks pained. A step forward made the other princess step back. "...Azura?" A pregnant silence sat between them.

"...if there was a darker force at work, it wouldn't be easy to uncover. It could be very dangerous. It might involve going to treacherous places, or keeping secrets from the ones you love." Gaze suddenly rather intense, it was almost as if Azura was pleading when she asked, "Would you be able to shoulder that kind of burden, if there was a chance to save both Hoshido and Nohr?"

Though it was a sudden and outright bizarre request, Corrin straightened. There was something being dangled in front of her. Something big. "Of course! I would do anything to protect my family!" She tried for a reassuring smile as she added, "That includes you, Azura. I haven't known you for very long, but... I feel a kinship with you. We have a lot in common, don't we? Two kidnapped princesses who only wish for peace."

Maybe that was silly of her to say. They had led very different lives. But the words brought a warmth to Azura's voice. "I feel much the same way," she admitted, to Corrin's delight. Her spine straightened, and she took a deep breath. "That's why I—"

"Corrin! Azura!" Their heads snapped around. Takumi marched towards them, bow glowing in his hand. Corrin almost thought he was preparing to use it. But he only came to stand and glower. "What are you two up to?"

"We were just chatting," Azura answered. The cloak was back and thicker than ever. Corrin frowned. Just like that, the answers she sought had slipped between her fingers.

"Chatting about what?"

As always, she figured honesty was best. "We hope this won't escalate into war." It wasn't the whole truth, but it was the root of it. He scoffed, muttering how childish that was. She pressed, "Are they still arguing? Have they found a compromise?"

"We came to a decision. No thanks to either of you." He spoke through gritted teeth. "We're sending a small detachment back to the castle while the majority of our forces hold the border. Kamui will lead them... and you're both going with him."

"What?" Corrin glanced at Azura, torn by this development. On the one hand, Mother. On the other, none of her other siblings would look for peaceful solutions. "Then, what will the rest of you do?"

"That's none of your business." When she tried to push, Takumi snapped. "I don't trust either of you alone with my brother. I trust the two of you together with him even less! But the last thing we need is you two being singled out by the Nohrians."

"I can handle myself—"

"Ha! Is that what you call what you did back in the capital?" The words cut deep. Seeming satisfied when she withdrew, Takumi declared, "I'm not letting more of my family get hurt trying to protect you from your own stupidity!"

Before Corrin could respond, Kaze appeared out of thin air, kneeling before them. "We must depart now, Lady Corrin, Lady Azura."

"Now? Why?"

A hand on Corrin's shoulder provided a second heart attack. "There's no time." Fingers pressed to her temple, Merlin muttered, "Nohrian troops approach. Even the greatest curse couldn't hide you from all of them." The words dumped a bucket of ice down Corrin's spine and brought swears out of Takumi. As the archer ran to find their other siblings, the sorcerer solemnly met her worried gaze. "I saw Prince Xander among them."

He had come after all. Of course he would go this far to bring her home. No doubt Camilla had accompanied him, perhaps already in the air. Would Leo be here as well? Elise? The thought churned her stomach when it should've brought joy. She had missed them terribly. Yet this was not the reunion she wanted. It truly was becoming her worst nightmare.

"Corrin." Azura's gaze was searching. "Will we leave? Or stay and fight?"

Corrin hesitated.

"Whatever you decide, remember: I am with you."

"...thank you, Azura. Your support means a lot to me." Straightening, Corrin's hand went to Yato. She didn't want to hurt her family. She wouldn't. But she would have to defend herself from anyone who might intercept her on her way to meet them. "I will stay, and fight if I must. But the path to peace starts here. I know it does."

If only her family would listen.

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Quietly, a man in Castle Shirasagi bowed to the healer who had cleared him to leave. The superficial injuries were treated more quickly thanks to the queen's attendance. It gave him more time to prepare. Every second counted. Chiming rods faded the further he walked from the makeshift infirmary.

The attack was a failure. The castle still stood, and the queen still lived. But it wasn't a total loss. Without the barrier, Hoshido now lied defenseless to the Nohrian onslaught. The Nohrian army would march until their fists pounded on the castle walls. These fools could prepare all they'd like, but they'd meet their fates soon enough.

Vengeance could not be denied forever.

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A teensy bit late but, here we are! (Then again, it's still the 21st in some time zones.)

This chapter has a lot, I know. Things are picking up, problems are multiplying, and war is, as we saw, right on Hoshido's doorstep. This is it, lovelies. This is the true beginning of the fic. Or at least, where the "prologue" of the game ends, and the first arc of Waves is preparing to wrap up. Just one more chapter to go! (As long as everything goes to plan for me these next two weeks.)

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Chapter Fifteen: Shoobute - releases April 4th 2020

EDIT/AUTHOR'S NOTE:: Due to recent developments in life, Chapter 16 might be a little bit late. Not two-weeks-late mind you, but instead of rushing to meet the deadline I'd rather take a few extra days. At most, it should be a week. See you when I see you!