Yggdrasil's Ace

Chapter 1

Author Notes: So this is unexpected...I wrote this story ages ago when my friend did a playthrough of dragon quest 11 and well...here we are lol. It's my birthday I can upload whatever the hell I want lol. Let's see how far this story goes, but keep in mind it's not exactly going to be canon.

If it did, there'd be a lot of hair pulling in the future. And honestly its more fun mixing things up a bit. So it's time to unveil a new story! i do not own Dragon quest!

3rd P.O.V

Fate tended to have it in for Erik. Not that he actually believed in it, mind you. But if there was a Goddess out there watching over them from the heavens above, well...she was a cruel mistress considering how hard he's had it. Still, despite his past he was more than capable of handling whatever was thrown his way.

Whether it be on the streets or in his case right now-a jail cell, he would make it through. Always had and always will. "Here's your meal. Chef special a la gruel. Enjoy~" Ohhh he couldn't wait to get out of this place. The guards were incompetent asses with how they liked to flaunt their status as protectors to the king.

Waving their swords and spears at him as if it meant something. They were all the same. All bark and no bite that would run the instant there was trouble. Give this particular jerk with the ugly mug five minutes alone with Erik.

Not even and it'd be guaranteed the idiot would be on the ground with a good few holes scattered throughout his body. Still, as much as he'd love to piss off the soldiers, he had plans. Starting with getting out of here. Slowly but surely his route to freedom was drawing closer.

After being in this stuffy little cell for so many months he could easily figure out the patrol routine his precious tin can wardens took each and every single day. Allowing for him to perfectly time his escape. "Ugh chef special alright..."

His face scrunches as he looks at the slop presented as food for him. It was disgusting, but beggars couldn't be choosers. He forced himself to eat every cold, mushy bite until nothing remained. His face twisted in agony as he swallowed, happily pushing the dish far away.

It was after that he counted silently to one hundred before he went back to work. Pulling his little sleeping mat aside he stretched his fingers. Ignoring the stinging pains that he found himself familiar with as he continued the struggle of digging his way to freedom. Dirt and blood mingled as he fought through each layer.

His possessions, which included his trusty daggers were taken away, leaving only his bare hands the only tools available for him. So he scraped and clawed, eager to take in the sunshine and fresh air that soon awaited him. He was glad his intel paid off seeing how he could see an opening beneath him.

An underground sewer, leading to the outside. His ticket to freedom. It was right there within reach. He's not sure how long exactly he'd been stuck there, but it was long enough to where he was ready to go. "Yes!" Tonight, after he gets his final meal for the day he was making a break for it.

And then he'll be able to make his way back to the slums to collect the treasure that got him locked away in the first place and be on his merry way. Knowing his buddy Derk the Red Orb he swiped from Heliodor's royal treasure vault was safely hidden away for him.

A grin came easily to his face as he laid the mat back over the hole. Already excited for the next adventure that will come his way. "Time for a nap." Stretching his arms over his head with a sigh, Erik laid himself down.

Trying to ignore what the seer told him before he got captured. There was just no way things were going to play out like he was told. And frankly...Erik was fine with that. He knew there was no forgiving what he had done. He long forgot what it meant to have hope in something.

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Time had passed before Erik heard the harsh sounds of metallic footsteps clamoring down stairs. He rested his back against the rough stone wall, keeping his hood up to hide his face in the dim light. He'd have to say he was surprised.

His internal clock telling him it was far too early for his final meal of the day to be presented to him. Something was going on. "Keep moving." Through the dim torch light stood several soldiers, at least a dozen could be counted.

Erik widened his eyes even more when he saw that among them was Hendrik-one of the king's most trusted knights. Not someone to normally be seen down in the dank dungeon. However, the thief was even more surprised at the attractive young man being personally escorted from the purple haired warrior.

There was no armor on his body, no weapons to be seen on his person, were it not for the setting he would've assumed the prisoner was a simple traveler or run of the mill citizen. Innocent to the core from the looks of it if his expressive eyes were any indication.

However no one simply comes here for a visit, especially if there was a limp in the leg. "Now get in there!" A quiet pained gasp is heard as Erik watches Hendrik throw the boy into the cell next to his. He rolls across the ground before slamming into the wall.

Harsh breaths echo from the cell, but not one of the soldiers gives any sort of pity or guilt for their actions. If anything there's snickers ringing out. Erik shuffles slightly, actually feeling worried. He doesn't get a good view with the men crowding the cell. But he's easily able to hear the sound of flesh connecting in hard strikes.

"Oh hell..." They were beating this guy, forcing him into the ground before raising him up to beat him again. It was a sick, twisted sight as Hendrik simply stood there with no expression. He was allowing this. Showing no signs of discomfort or guilt as the stranger coughed and grunted from the pain.

Erik's never been treated truly well when thrown in jail-not that he would dare think otherwise, but at least the guards didn't try laying a finger on him unless he himself tried picking a fight. "Ah-gak!" This?

There was no reason to be found why they were torturing someone that had such warm, kind eyes. "That's enough now." The breathing was harsher then before, and now that the soldiers were leaving at the command Erik couldn't help wincing at the pitiful sight on the ground.

Even with the crappy lighting he could see they showed no mercy. Just what the hell did this poor kid do to deserve this? But Hendrik wasn't even done. With a swift motion he grabbed the teen by the collar, forcing him to have his attention.

"Within three days Jasper will return from his investigation of your origins. But...do not expect to live beyond that Darkspawn." To emphasize his point the newcomer was thrown to the ground. "Ugh..." Erik wanted to look away, but he couldn't help but feel a strange pull towards the boy.

He certainly couldn't stop the surprise he felt as the injured male spat a glob of blood towards Hendrik's feet in defiance. "May the Goddess cast judgement on your twisted bastard souls." How the hell could he sound so intimidating despite laying broken on the ground Erik would never know.

Never had he'd seen such fiery determination. And it seemed he wasn't the only one as several of the guards around the cell wore stunned speechless. Though it didn't take long for their expressions to sour. "Why you wretch! How dare you insult Sir Hendrik!"

One of his lackeys raises his spear. Aimed and ready to pierce the already damaged citizen, but he was stopped by his commander. "Enough. There is no point in continuing this. It won't be much longer anyways." With that they all marched off.

Leaving Erik alone with the injured sap. A part of him wants to call out and see if he was ok. But he manages to hold himself back. As pitiful of a sight his new cell buddy was, what happened wasn't any of his business.

Besides not even a moment after he stopped himself, the kid grunts, struggling to his feet. Showing more resilience than Erik thought possible. He watches as the boy staggers, holding the wall with one hand as support before making his way to the bars.

Bleeding, shaking fingers gripped tightly to the metal, giving it a hard shake. A harsh rattling echoing off. "Hey, cut it out!" Erik silently cursed himself, he just told himself he wasn't going to talk to the guy.

But he didn't need so much noise. The last thing he wanted was more guards coming around when he was about ready to ditch this hell hole. "Dammit..." He could barely hear the harsh whisper on the other side, but he still heard it. It was a soft voice, one that the thief didn't really expect.

Though he supposed it worked with the soft baby face and innocent eyes. That surprise went quickly when the stranger threw a jar at the cell door. The pieces scattering across the floor. "Get a grip man! Making a racket isn't going to help any!"

His words were either ignored or not heard because the injured moron threw another before collapsing onto his knees. He coughed, placing a hand over his mouth. "Sheesh keep it down will ya? There goes the neighborhood..." Erik wasn't sure why he was bothering to make comments.

But now that he has he may as well do something to occupy himself before meal time arrives. "Most folks they throw in here have the decency to wait a while before going stir crazy." The stranger immediately turns his head, his eyes full of fire as he glared at Erik.

"Unfortunately for me I don't have a while to go stir crazy." A slight chill crept his way up his spine, freezing him in place as the newfound criminal coughed again. There was a slight pause as he coughed.

Taking a shaky inhale before continuing. "If you weren't paying attention before. I have at most four days before I die. I can't afford to sit here twiddling my thumbs-especially since they're heading for my home before killing me." That statement brought forth quite a few questions.

Starting with why the hell does he have a death sentence? Just what was his story? "What are you in here for anyways? You don't get a free bed and board down here without having done something pretty bad." Again, just taking a quick glance, the man does not look like a criminal.

A traveler with bulky clothes and a warm aura surrounding him...there was a problem clearly. His response comes with a small pained chuckle full of bitterness. "I don't know. I'm supposedly the Luminary's reincarnation. I came to the king for guidance, and my reward for my efforts is a death sentence."

The legendary Luminary? Erik moved towards to the bars, getting a closer look in disbelief. "You serious?" This was the infamous hero that would save the world? "For what reason would I lie? It's not like i'm here by choice." There was no way.

Yet as he stares at a horribly bruised face there's nothing but complete sincerity. "You're telling me the Luminary has just showed up in the cell next to mine? Talk about crazy." He's standing up now, moving even closer. Not that his trapped companion was paying any mind.

"It's been a hell of a week that's for sure. I'd appreciate it if you just called me Ace though." This wasn't at all what he was expecting. The Luminary wasn't at all what he was expecting. But it looks(much to Erik's wonder and slight annoyance) like everything is playing out exactly as the seer said.

The odds of him finishing the hole and deciding to leave the day he meets the prophesized savior were low. Impossible even. Still, that just made things interesting. There was no way Erik was letting him go now.

Even without the seer, this was a treasure he was not going to pass up the chance to take. Harsh footsteps grew, making the blue haired boy grin. What perfect timing, the idiotic guard was carrying his last meal of the day.

to be continued

Author Notes: Yes our hero can speak, yes, I gave our hero a different name... and Absolutely yes I love Erik. Though I probably botched his personality. Does that bother me? A little. Am I going to change it hell no.

But that is it for now. Guys thank you so much for reading. If you like this story so far please feel free to fav/follow/review as it would mean the world to me. Tchao for now.