Unknowns
Hey everybody, so this story a few things goes into me writing this one, I got this I think they call plot bunny, and there's not many good legend of heroes Oc fanfictions, so here it is, this is currently the third story I'm working on simultaneously thankfully I'm decently ahead on Grave reality and the other I'm not sure I'll keep the working name for, so there shouldn't be a problem with this being written before either's first chapter has been posted. Now for the main character, since the plot bunny was for this scenario and not the main character I quite literally rolled for them, so every aspect besides personality which I'll have grow with them and the story, has been rolled, and as your reading this and know I like dark souls, no I didn't originally create this scenario from dark souls 3 but yes after getting it I did decide to lean into the abyss watchers similarities with their ability's. Though like I said I didn't make to much up for the character, so I will gladly take Suggestions for names. Now I don't own anything related to legends of heroes, well I do have the first trails in the sky plus all trails of cold steel games but I don't own the legends of heroes itself. With that said I'd gladly take ideas for the story as its currently an underdeveloped plot bunny. So here it is
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Our protagonist awaking finds herself, on a floor of what appears to be stained glass, staring into a starless sky, sitting up and looking around she does what anyone would do when they find themselves in a place they don't recognize.
"Hello anyone there!" She shouts receiving nothing not even an echo resounding off of some surface somewhere, standing up she starts taking steps towards the edge of the surface she's on. On her third step, the sound of cracking starts from under her foot, hearing this she immediately takes a step back, only for the glass under her feet to crack again.
Hearing the sound of a large door opening, and turning towards the noise she sees a door that wasn't there before, and with the glass crumbling under her feet, she starts running towards the door. With every step the glass starts cracking more, till right before the door, the glass shatters, falling she reaches out for anything that she can grab.
Feeling her hand hitting something jutting out of something unseeming in the darkness, she grabs it with both hands uncaring of the cut she's gaining from her left hand's placement. But this handhold doesn't offer Solice for long, as it starts to falls from the wall, so does she still holding whatever it is.
And as she falls into the dark void bellow, she suddenly slows down, as if landing in water and as the liquid pulls her deeper and deeper in, she starts having flashes and hearing a voice in her head,
As she sees herself fighting from her opponent's perspective, she looks closer into her eyes and sees herself as a voice says
"Prepare"
As her head is flooded with information in an instance, before she sees the same scene, this time countless days and nights go by, of the battle between herself, as the voice once more says
"Endlessly"
Before she sees one finally stab the other, killing her, and as the body falls quickly turning around knocking aside an attack from herself, before she is stabbed by the other her, and as the voice rings out
"Grow"
And as the final word is spoken, she awakens in some water, immediately coughing and hacking up some of the water trapped in her lungs she investigates her surroundings, seeing a deep cut on her left hand she looks to her right where she sees a very rusty and simple sword, presumably the object she held onto.
Looking down to herself she's relieved to be wearing clothes consisting of a simple shirt and pants made from some form of linen, getting out of the water. She looks into the water's edge, in order to see herself.
Seeing the reflection of a young woman with short brown hair, with a dark streak of black, and slitted blood red eyes. She reaches up to her face and whispers to herself, "Who?" before she suddenly grabs her head when she hears
"Prepare"
As she rears back clenching her head in searing pain, she regains not a memory but a purpose, picking up the sword, and unskillfully holding it in a stance she believes will help her. Closing her eyes, and taking a breath, she falls back onto her butt when opening them barely avoiding a strike coming from her. As the standing woman is having trouble lifting up the sword preparing for a downward strike to finish herself off.
The one on the ground gets up and unskillfully lashes out with the in her hand's heavy sword, completely missing herself, the one preparing the downward slash surprised, quickly turns and lashes out with the sword, and barely nicks the one who missed, turning the nicked woman, slashes upwards with all her strength, and manages to knock the sword out of her other selves hand, due to the lose grip.
Seeing her chance, the still armed one goes for a thrust of the blade, due to the sloppiness of the strike, the unarmed one was able to barley get out of the way, but falls on the ground in the process, recovering barley the armed one shifts so their facing the unarmed one crawling on the ground lifting the sword behind her back, she runs towards her, and goes for the strike, only to stop when the recovered blade of the one on the ground pierces her stomach.
Surprised by the pain, she drops her sword, letting it imbed into the ground, and falls dead besides it, the woman still holding out the now bloodied sword, suddenly gains the memories of the other side of the fight, and watches completely stunned as the body of herself she just killed slowly starts turning into glowing particles before being blown away in the light breeze, leaving only the imbedded sword behind.
Given not even a moments rest, the victor has to roll away as herself struck down with the same sword, managing to catch her feet, and standing up, getting into the same unskillful stance she looks at herself and says "We may as well talk if we're going to be doing this." the other one winding up goes for a huge swing completely missing as the other one ducks.
"You're right, it's not like we have anyone else to speak with." the one who just swung says, before trying to regain her footing. turning around the one who ducked slashes out towards herself, and thanks to the others unbalanced placement manages to land a deep cut into her side. "What do we even talk about?" the one who landed a hit says, as the other one regaining their footing slashes down unskillfully, but managing to cut into the side of the others neck.
Being hit fatally she lashes out blindly missing the other one as she walks behind her and stabs down with the sword, once more killing herself, and gaining the memories, grabbing the now fading one's sword she stabs it into the ground with all her measly strength before turning to herself and lifting her blade, prepared for the next battle even with her wound.
Time skip, 1st person perspective.
It's been months since I woke up in the water, months of endless battle against clones of myself, never pausing for rest, water, or food. Just the same person fighting against and killing themselves, all for that purpose of preparing for something none of them know.
Till suddenly a third appeared instead of just the second, so we decided that instead of joining the fray, that the third would venture out of the now sword covered basin. Only to be immediately forced to retreat due to the Monterious beast mostly consisting of insects. And so, I spent much of my time fighting and failing against these monsters, even dying a few times. Which brings me here, the furthest out of the battle field I've ever been, and currently about to die from the stinger of a giant scorpion monster.
Probably very mad at me killing his seven friends. 'Oh well at least I'm getting better they should make another one once I die.' I think to myself before closing my eyes prepared to die. "Your end is assured!" Opening my eyes at the voice I see a man holding a great sword, cut clean through the scorpion sending its body hurtling in two pieces.
Taking a closer look at the man, as he slings the huge sword over his back, harsh eyes and long red hair. Turning back to me the man kneels and says "Are you alright?" while offering a hand to help me up, taking his hand I say, "Thanks, what are you even doing out here?" I question in my excitement at speaking with someone not myself.
Looking down the man says, "Looking for a place to put an old friend to rest." he says slightly downtrodden. "My apologizes, what their name, also what's yours?" the man hearing my rambling laughs before saying "His name is Zector, and I'm Vincent, and you are." Looking at him I say "I haven't really chosen a name." Looking skeptical, the man says "Are you being serious?" At my nod the man looks at me with slight pity.
"I know what that's like, my name was given to me by an old rival." The man says with a smirk likely remembering old times, "So Zector where's his body?" I say slightly unsensitively due to my lack of conversation. "I'm going to wait till I find the perfect spot for his resting place, before I bring him out."
"Having any idea where that may be?" I ask curious about the man who saved me, and why the name Zector sounds familiar. Pointing behind me he says "I was thinking about the basin." Looking back, I say "Hm, decent choice, a lot of graves there already"
"Hm, I didn't know there were graves in the basin." he says intrigued before looking down to my sword "You know how to use that thing?" slightly offended I say "Yes, I've spent quite a lot of time, on my skills."
"Then would you mind accompanying a weary soldier to lay his friend to rest?" he says asking in an attempt to be charming, 'you'll might want to hide are cover you're faces we'll have company' I think giving some warning to ourself "Fine maybe if you're lucky you'll even see something interesting." Smiling he starts walking off, but not before throwing his red coat over my head saying "It's odd looking for a swordswoman to be so plainly dressed."
Infuriated at his comment, I Hurly rush past him wanting to make sure, he doesn't end up seeing the battle of two people who look exactly like me. And so, we start heading back towards the basin, in a fairly silent journey with the silence filled in only by the sounds of swords, cutting through monsters. Till eventually we crest over a hill, where we can see the basin filled with identical copies of my sword in various states, all impaled in the ground.
"You weren't kidding this place, looks like a graveyard." he says while I'm glad about the other two moving their battle elsewhere. "So, what do you think, good enough place for your friend?" Smiling the man says "Considering how I met Zector I think it's only fitting he rest here, among all these other blades."
And so, Vincent and I head further down, and he explores a bit and once finding a little spot just above the basin filled with swords, he says "Well this is a good spot." Holding out his hand he yells "Zector!" and after a few moments when I hear the sound of a sonic boom, and Infront of Vincent lands a purple-colored gigantic knight, is when I realized why the name Zector sound so familiar as I regain a memory.
"The Palatinate knight? That's your friend?" Looking back and laughing the man scratches the back of his head as Zector says "Vincent, I see you've brought someone new along. Though I suppose that doesn't really matter." looking back at the gigantic knight he says "Yeah, its been a lot, but I guess this is it... goodbye Zector"
"Yes it's been a pleasure fighting with you Vincent. Who knows maybe one day we'll be reunited, goodbye" the divine knight says before he powers down and the lights coming from his eyes goes out. "Wait you're an awakener!" I say surprised at this information, looking back to me he says "Hm, how do you know what that is?" looking at him and with all the sarcasm I can muster I say "Oh you mean the term for a user of a fragment of the Sept-Terrion of steel, destined to fight against each other, in the rivalry of the seven till which ever one's remaining has to fight Ishmelga, in order to reform the great one."
… A bead of silence, before Vincent lets out weakly "Ehh?!" clearly not aware of everything I just said, sighing at having figured out a possibility for what we have to prepare for. I walk to Vincent and lightly slap his face.
Line break
Hours after Vincents mind shutting down in complete shock, he eventually processed the information he was hit with, and after some explanation given by me, he posed a question that I find very difficult to answer.
"What do we do about that?" which leaves me without much a way to answer. "Honestly I'm not too sure, I don't know much and what I have remembered is about the divine knights from possibly centuries in the future." I answer truthfully, completely unaware of how I know these things
"There can't be nothing, while we are not able to see it, we can help prepare the ones who have to deal with it, you said you know about the awakeners who have to deal with them. What can we do to help them?" he says not giving up on helping just because he'll never see the results of his efforts, racking my brain for any information about anything that can help us I get one thing.
"The black records!" I let out in excitement remembering one of the awakeners finding some of them, nodding Vincent says "Okay what are those?" Trying to rack my brain again to find out the answers for that question I answer with, "Honestly I have no idea, but I know that it's important and has something to do with the rivalry of the seven."
"Okay finding these black records, is probably our best bet helping those awakeners. Only question even if we succeed how are we going to get it to them?" once more attempting to tread my way through the haze clouding my memories, I answer "Crow Armbrust, and Rean Schwarzer!" hearing this Vincent says "Okay who are they and how do we get the records to them?"
"Crow and Rean, are the awakeners of Ordine, and Valimar, they teamed up during the rivalry and are the best bet. If we find the records, we can find a family we can entrust with the duty to deliver the black records to Crow Armbrust and Rean Schwarzer!" I say having a break through on how to help them when they are so far out of our reach
"Okay any other plans we can do as well?" not able to answer his question immediately due to the sudden flow of memories, I wait it out before responding with "Think you can get Zector back?" shaking his head he says "I almost died the first time I awoken him." nodding I say "Well that's unfortunate since the only other viable option is to become awakeners and go through the process of becoming immortals."
"I'm just going to assume that has something to do with Awakener stuff, and not ask any questions." glad for not having to try and answer more questions I slide down and sit with my back against the leg of Zector and say.
"So, I guess were going on a hunt for the black records." Vincent now laying on his back says "Yeah, we're do we even start?" closing my eyes and suddenly receive a flash of inspiration I say "Nord!" surprised by my sudden shout Vincent says "The highlands?" nodding I say "That's were the first chapter should be!" still extremely excited
"Okay, we're in Osgiliath basin, so if we head due east, we'll reach Ymir, from there we can supply and start heading north through the mountains reach the highlands." he says formulating a strategy for reaching Nord.
"We should probably go as soon as possible." I say really wanting to get away from the basin so we can start fighting in their again and not turn another area into a sword filled mass grave. "Though if we're going to Ymir we're going to need to get you some winter attire, and boots." nodding as I've been completely bare foot since I've woken up.
"This would be so much simpler if Zector was awake." I lament at not having spoken out sooner.
Another time skip, Septian Calander Year 498.
Two months, it took two months to reach the Nord highlands from the basin, on the bright side, we've gotten two more clones, so the battle in the basin has become a free for all instead of a duel, and I've finally gotten better clothes, and an actual sheath for my sword.
Currently Vincent and I are cresting over a mountain top, and entering the Nord Highlands from the western side of the highlands, and from the view from the mountain we can see all of the Highlands in its beauty.
"Amazing" Vincent says letting out a breath. "First time seeing the highlands?" Nodding Vincent looks to me and says "Wait it's not yours?" looking back over the vast expanse of beautiful land as far as the eye can see I say. "It seems familiar but, I don't know if I've ever been here before."
Nodding Vincent jumps down from were we are and lands slightly below on another rock, jumping down and landing in Vincents arms, he sets me down as we continue heading to the highlands itself. Before I suddenly place my hand Infront of Vincent stopping him, as directly Infront of us is a blue glowing grass that I know to be a prelude for something bad.
And seeing a distortion the space above the grass it appears I was right to worry. As Vincent and I draw blades, the distortion rips open dropping out a giant Golem wielding two swords, Vincent seeing this shouts "What is that thing?!" not letting his confusion halt him he charges at the Golem, jumping over its first swing and with all his might slamming down into the sword of the Golem, knocking it back slightly, running forwards I summon a clone who appears in a conjoining of particles and leap off their shoulders and lashing out with the sword hitting the knight in its abdomen knocking it off balance slightly as I carve through its metal.
The me on the ground turns and spinning hits its heel with all our might, knocking it out from under it, falling on its back Vincent while falling throws his sword yelling, "Tyrant's downfall!" at the top of his lungs like its his ultimate technique (or S-craft) and falling just behind his sword at a great speed, His sword stabbing into the head of the golem, is closely followed by Vincent, punching his sword and impaling it even deeper into the golems head, causing it to in a very similar way it entered to vanish completely.
With the battle finish I hurl my sword at my clone and as she deflects it, I using her own sword stab her through the throat, making her dissipate, leaving me with her blood-stained sword, grabbing my own sword I let go of the sword and willing it back to the basin, as it disappears into light partials and will end up impaled into the ground, I turn to Vincent who has by now gotten used to me killing any clone I summon, and say "Well let's head off." nodding as we slowly start heading down the mountain taking some paths and jumping down large ledges. Along the way to the Highlands in search of the first chapter of the black Records.
'Hm, we've gotten a sixth?'
And that's it, now I'm not going to go into too much detail about the character and how she ended up here, but what I can tell you is a few things about her ability's, firstly she's similar to Mcburn, and she has three abilities', the first one is obviously the ability to make clones of herself, now to be clear these clones are perfect clones, everything about them are the exact same. And theirs the fact she doesn't need to eat, drink or sleep, that's only with battle, if she's fighting then she's able to forgo all bodily needs. And finaly the last ability I'm going to be keeping secret. Also just to be clear, clothes are kept between clones, and the sword she uses, but only that one, no other weapon will copy over. Like I said before names for the main character will be appreciated as I have actually no idea what to name her. That being said I'll be updating this story whenever a chapter is satisfactory, so there will not be another chapter every month. Sorry.