August 20th, 1500 AD (After The Dragons)

"Are you sure this is what you wish?" The man asked of his student as he saw the boy stuff his tomes into the large leather bag. He clutched the wooden staff in one hand and a linen wrapped object in the other, "I bring you into this place of sanctuary to keep you from dying at such a young age, yet you throw yourself back into the dangers of this world when you haven't reached adulthood?"

He let out a hollow laugh, "Hoo hoo hoo… You are truly an oddity, August…"

The boy, August, shrugged as he slipped in his research notes‒ bound in a flimsy leather. Despite his insistence on leaving the place he called home, the old man did have a point. August liked to believe he knew enough about survival. He knew how to start a fire, knew how to determine what was edible in forests, knew the behavior of fauna. But it didn't change the fact that he was still fourteen.

"Maybe I am doing something incredibly moronic but I can't stay here forever, y'know." August turned to his mentor, dipping his head in a small bow. "I appreciate everything you've done for me these past six years, sir. However I need to know more about Ragea outside of what we have here in Notre Sagesse."

"Mhm," The sage hummed in understanding. "I can see where you come from. But I can't necessarily agree with it."

"What do you mean?"

"...Augustus, don't pretend like it's a problem." The man shook his head, his voice was low and taut. "Knowledge is a great thing to strive for, however you must not allow such a goal to be your only purpose in life."

August chortled, "Is that what you think? C'mon, this is a non-issue… What's wrong with always wanting to learn more?"

"I never said that," The sage shook his head and sighed. "Just know this, life has much more to offer than what can be found in the contents of a book. Humans crave something greater than themselves, but all have the same common desire. August, for your own wellbeing, I hope you find people who will love you. You deserve to be loved, every child in this world does. I won't ramble longer than I should, but please keep that in mind."

The boy looked away, unable to look him in the eyes. He simply gave a weak nod of his head as he kept his head facing the right. August felt his chest tightened at the thought, he was too busy to be worrying something as schmaltzy as that. He wanted to knock the old man's block off for saying that but he couldn't muster up the energy.

August adjusted his hood for the harsh winds of Notre Sagesse. But before he could sling his bag over his shoulder, the sage stopped from walking out the door with a quick word of 'wait'. August spun himself around, his face dropped into a tired visage and shoulders slumped as he kept longer than he should have been. However his mood brightened ever so slightly when the sage revealed what was in the cloth as his side.

"Woah… You gonna kill me with that?" August gave a dry laugh as he pointed to the sword that the sage pulled out from its sheath and raised for him to see.

It was a weapon resembling the ones from Nohr; its grip was wrapped in crimson leather bands, its crossguard curved downwards and was colored a dirty gold, and its silver leaf-shaped blade was accented with Hoshidan Kanji. From what he saw, August could see it had read 'Fire, Ice, Wind, Thunder'.

The sage gave a dry laugh as he sheathed the weapon and tossed it to August. Instinctively, he caught it and was shocked to find just how light it was. He was able to wave it around with one hand, no problem. As he began to inspect the strange weapon, August could hear the airy laughter of the sage.

"Hoo hoo hoo… Impressive is it not?" The old man sounded quite pleased with himself, his chest puffed up with pride as he straightened himself by his cane. August let out a snort, but couldn't help but smile. Despite its lackluster appearance, It was a pretty neat sword…

"Its name is Laufey, I crafted it from... unique materials. It may not look like much, it may carry little weight, but you'll see it's potential!" The sage laughed, sounding like an overconfident blacksmith.

"What's to say I won't lose it?" August was confident that he wouldn't but he needed to hear the sage's answer.

"You won't," The man chuckled, "You haven't in these last two years…"

August felt his lips curl at that, "Well, I suppose you're right‒ Wait, what?"

"August… It's been two years since you've left," The sage laughed as August's vision of him began to blur. "Now, it's time to wake up."

"What? Wait, I‒"

"August…"

"‒It's time to wake up, boy…"

August flinched at the prodding of his back. His limp muscles slowly regained some energy. His eyes creek open to the harsh sunlight of… noon. Damn it all, August thought. He had slept for too long.

Unlike most who overslept, August was not in an inconvenient situation where he was to complete an overdue chore. No, he was placed into a life or death situation. He was supposed to wake up so no one saw him here in this fortress.

To bring context, Augustus Mymir was a traveler. Moving all over the continent of Ragea for the sake of knowledge. In his bag were two large books that contained his notes from various subjects. Magic, Philosophy, Tactics, History, Vegetations, Animals, Etc. For the last two years, he's been researching the Eastern half of the continent. Adding onto his collection.

Those two years were quite enjoyable. Plenty of food, little obstacles in his path, affordable inns, an almost perfect timespan of research. This gave him high hopes when heading for Nohr. After all, Nohr was a national superpower like Hoshido.

Hopes were shot down like an arrow to a tenma.

He couldn't find a bed to sleep in to save his life. Inns were packed with visitors that arrived to Nohr for arbitrary reasons. Food was expensive so the only thing he could afford was simple bread. Once he saw the fortress, his tired mind scrambled up a plan. He would have gone and slept in the nearest forest on the outskirts if not for possible bandits.

But when he stumbled onto a fortress, he had an idea. August slipped through into the inner area with help of a well placed tree and a lucky boost of a wind spell. The few guards that were there were on the other side of the fortress. He would leave through an uphill spot next to the garden with another boost once he woke up before dawn the next morning.

Things looked good on paper. Only for it to come crashing down once he awoke to three guards with spears pointed to his curled up body. His mistake was relying on a small alarm clock he bought in Izumo for ten gold coins. The thing stood there, silently residing near his misfortune. Damn deal seemed too good to be true…

August slowly shifted his head to the stoic guards, his body not moving from the curled position he was in. He gave a sheepish smile, "You wouldn't sympathize with a wayward traveler looking for a peaceful sleep, would you?"

"No."

"Nu-uh."

"No."

"Figures…" August sighed as he held out his hands.

April 4th 24th, 1502 AD

"What happened?" Gunter asked the two station guards as he glanced at the boy in front of them. Chains bounded his arms together as he stared ahead with an agitated scowl.

He looked quite thin, a dark blue coat was set on his frame over a black shirt and each honey yellow knot was left unfastened. His black trousers had multiple pockets to each leg. The boy had a bit of color to his skin and his long tousled hair was a dark gray. His face was stern with onyx eyes surrounded by dark rings. He didn't look like he was from the Western region but he had no resemblance to the East.

"We found this boy inside the Fortress, he claimed that he was only looking for a secure place to sleep. But we found this…" The guard revealed a sword in a sheath from behind. He handed it to the elder knight, Gunter slowly pulled the blade out and glanced at it.

"It's quite light…" He commented before slipping the sword out completely.

"But look at the blade, it has Hoshidan scripture." The guard's finger rubbed against the engravings. "This boy has to be a Hoshian spy!"

"Ok, wait!" The intruder interjected, raising his chained hands. "I will admit, I did break into this territory, but I did NOT do it for anyone else but myself."

He slowed his breaths and began to speak clearly, "My name is Augustus Mymir. I was born in Notre Sagesse, I'm not from Hoshido or Nohr. I don't have an opinion on your current conflict with Hoshido, I just needed a place to sleep."

Gunter's eyes steeled as he examined the boy named Augustus. His eyes widened in desperate plea, hands were lightly balled up, he didn't look like a threat. Probably a fool but nothing dangerous.

"Alright, I believe you." The vagabond face lightened up at that. It was a shame that Gunter had to strike down his hopes. "But you did break into Nohrian territory and for that you will have to pay."

The elder great knight saw the boy's smile of relief fade. As if all his hopes and dreams were murdered before him, he dropped to his knees. Despite this unfortunate sight, Gunter pressed on. "I'll let you go and forget this happened if you pay a fine of one thousand gold."

"A thousand?! I only have a hundred and fifty!"

"...Then, I suppose we have to take you in." Gunter sighed as the boy stood frozen in shock, the guards lifted him up by arms. Augustus Mymir then fell limp, groaning in misery as he was moved into the fortress.

They didn't have any cells so they had to find a room suitable for such an… odd situation that they were thrust upon. It would probably be a minor inconvenience but it would probably be most troublesome for residents though. Especially with their Lady's birthday coming up.