Revelations: Ascalon and the Dragon

by TheMemeEdgeLord

Time can always change, and sometimes all it takes is one small event to change it. A small child, with scattered memories, and found with a lance and a dragon. Taken to Nohr and raised there by the soldiers, rising and falling but unaware of the path destiny has carved for him, what role he plays in the grand scheme. I don't own FE Fates, but my oc is mine. [Camilla x OC]

14. Chapter 14: Don't Think Twice

And we are back everybody, with our boys out of danger…kinda. But hey, the witch is dead so that's a big plus! Thank you for the continued support and reviews! I really love hearing from you guys. This chapter is going to be long, forewarning there, and there's a butt ton of plot that will definitely be important in how the story continues forward, as well as certain characters.

Quick note to Antex- The Legendary Zoroark, the "dark beast" is simply an allusion to the protective nature Camilla has for those she cares about. I represented it as something so grim and dark because this was the first time that something fully made her snap and she gave into the anger any of us would feel if we were in her place. This emotion is the same one that gives her the ability to kill just about anyone that tries to hurt Corrin and her other siblings, as we've seen in the game.

Also, I did update the story image to be Ascalon in his dancing garb, if you all wanted to know what it looked like, or finally have an image for him.

Song of the Chapter: Elastic Heart by Sia

Warning: So this is where the original and this story deviate from one another. I apologize if it isn't what you like, and if it bothers you, but this is how the story will be.

Chapter Fourteen: Don't Think Twice

[2 Months Later- The Northern Fortress- Corrin, Ascalon]

Corrin followed his teacher's steps as they practiced their combat positions, finally use to the flowing clothes they practiced in and resisting the urge to ask about all of the new scar's the older teen had recently gained. He had thought the fighting style was dumb originally, claiming that it was nothing more than frilly dancing. That was a long time ago, `when the two had first started to hangout with one another, back when he was ten and his practically brother was thirteen. Fondly he remembered how excited he had been to meet the youngest wyvern knight in Nohrian history, asking so many questions that he lost his breath and fell into a small coughing fit, recovering as he heard the blue-haired teen laughing happily at the sight. His mind had soared that day as the new person in his life told him everything he needed to know about being part of the Wyvern Troop, how difficult it was at times, chuckling as younger Corrin was in awe when he spoke about his dragon named George. However, when the up and coming wyvern knight told him that his ground fighting style was based off of dancing, well…all he had been able to do was stare in disbelief and argue how dumb it was.

Wincing as he recalled how badly he got his butt handed to him on that day, and for years after, he was grateful for the day three years ago that the wyvern knight offered to teach him how to fight the way he did, but only after one final defeat. Since then, the two had spent the weekends studying and practicing, donning their 'dance uniforms' as Ascalon jokingly called them. Corrin looked up to many of his siblings, loving and cherishing them all, adding the sassy general to the bunch as well. Each one offered a different relationship, Xander's reminiscent of something akin to a father and son, Camilla being a more maternal person and always down for baking and reading. Leo surprisingly was either a complete rule follower or breaker depending on the day, and some of those day's they came back sore but excited from the adventure they had sneaking away from the fortress. Elise was always ready to play games, eager to tell him about her adventures in the city under Windmire, making flower crowns in the gardens.

As for this brother, he had an odd air of mystery about him, no matter how sassy and crass he was at times, teaching the young prince every curse word in the book. Corrin always learned something new whenever his blue-haired and tan skinned brother came by, including how to decimate people with dancing, and that it was perfectly fine to wear the beautiful clothes, claiming that an outfit did not define one's masculinity. It was exciting too, as Ascalon always told the young teen about Hoshido, reinforcing that finding peace between both kingdoms was the most valuable thing in the world, aside from empathy, food, and water. Couldn't bring peace if you starved to death.

The young prince had been worried lately as the past years had been hard on everyone, especially the young general. He had lost his parents, become captain of the Wyvern Troops, worked tirelessly day and night to improve not just his branch of the military but the others as well, teaching soldiers how to fight the Risen and witches that sprung up out of thin air, as well as put down random Faceless terrorizing the people of their land. All of his siblings grew, whether or not they noticed it, and he watched as their personalities shifted to adapt to their ever-changing lives. There was a stint of time, a three-month period, where he had not seen half of his siblings and could only worry and try to get answers out of the others as Corrin was confined to living in the Northern Fortress, unable to leave unless King Garon gave permission.

His concerned heart finally rested easy again when Ascalon and the others came by, a month ago, only for it to twist and knot as he was pulled aside by Xander and Leo. The pair explained to him that Ascalon would be a bit off for some time, as he had been captured and tortured by the enemy for three months, one of the enemies having their way with him constantly every day and night and doing much worse. Corrin, appalled at the idea someone would be cruel enough to act that way, had swallowed his fears and nodded, understanding that his brother would not wish to speak about it, unless he chose to, and that all he wanted in the end was too feel normal again.

Gaunt and trying to hide how self-conscious he was, Ascalon gave a weak smile that day, setting a flame alight in his younger brother's heart as he could see all of the pain without even trying. From that point onward, he made it his job to take care of the one that taught him so much, making every day they hung out a good one, even on the days that something would randomly trigger the older teen and send him into a panicked spiral. Corrin learned what to do quickly, gently humming a random tune and sitting nearby so that when his brother was coming down from the fit the first thing he saw was a person that loved him. It was in no way easy, emotionally, as Corrin began to grow bitter and tired of being in confinement, wondering if he could have changed things, prevented some of the pain all his siblings carried with them, saddened to see the guilt in their eyes.

When he offered for them to continue their training, claiming that he had much to learn, Ascalon gave a small smile, as that was slowly becoming the norm for him, and fell back into the routine easily. Corrin watched happily as he saw his brother at peace when they trained, that being enough for him to forget the odd breezy clothes they wore, the scars, and the changes that almost consumed the peaceful man that was his mysterious brother.

On this evening, when the weather was fair, the two of them move harmoniously and spun about on the roof where they usually practiced, each wearing dark dancer's clothes that melted into the night. The pale moon pleasantly shinned down on them, casting its beautiful glow across the area. It was when they neared the end of their routine that Ascalon gave a yelp, falling to a crouch and resting a hand near his pelvis. Corrin sprinted over, seeing what had happened and, having seen this occur a few other times, elected to sit next to the pained teen. Soothingly he rubbed his brothers back, reminding him to breathe as he worked through the pain. Once it had subsided enough the now tired wyvern knight sat with him, gazing at the stars as he caught his breath.

"Sorry about that. I know we were almost done but, I stepped wrong again, and it just pulled the wrong way." Ascalon explained, a hint of disappointment to his voice.

Patting him on the shoulder Corrin grinned and replied, "It's no problem man. I understand and don't hold it against you. Besides, we're both out of practice, four months' worth."

"Yeah, that's true…Corrin, I know you've been staring at them. You can ask if you want. I'm okay telling you."

"I…crap. I didn't mean to and you don't have to tell me. Xan and Leo said it was bad, really bad. I wouldn't want to make you relive it."

"Really? What did they tell you happened to me?" Ascalon asked, gazing down at the stuttering teen and watching him fidget nervously.

"They told me you had been captured on a mission and were tortured by the enemies…and one of them…did some unsavory things to you. Every day and night. I'm sure it was bad but, I know you hadn't been on a mission as Gunter told me the Wyvern Troops knew nothing of that. Felicia and Flora spoke of hearing a rumor about Camilla killing the last royal sibling that wasn't part of your group, how she dragged her through the palace screaming before decapitating her in front of father. And there was mention of something dealing with Camilla failing some kind of test."

"Right. You are correct in believing that it wasn't me getting captured on a mission, but I was trapped for three months, with Jezebel. You remember her, right?" Ascalon told him, chuckling softly at the face his brother made upon hearing her name. Nodding he continued with, "She caught me in a trap she had been setting up for two years, including killing my parents, and as it turned out right underneath my nose, she managed to cast a powerful curse on almost everyone in the military, staff, George, and your siblings. The symptoms, to most, looked like people were simply sick and a bug was passing though. Jezebel told me exactly what it was after I found her out and fought her, telling me she'd kill everyone if I refused to do what she asked of me."

"Oh…she's the one that, gave you all of them, isn't she?"

"Ha, technically yes. Slowly I've been telling myself that I chose them though, as a lot of people would not have agreed to be her plaything."

"Why did you? You almost died and…you're hurt, to say the least. I don't understand." Corrin said, eyes scrunching up as he was confused as to why someone would allow such things to happen to them.

Ruffling his brother's hair, he smiled softly and answered, "I couldn't live with myself if that many people died. I would rather deal with the nightmares I have now, than the ones I would have gained from being selfish and thinking only about myself. The life of hundreds versus the life of one is a big thing, and I was not going to sacrifice innocent people, so I could avoid pain. Besides, I knew I could take the hits, keep her at bay while I tried to figure something out, find some way to defeat her. It wasn't easy, but she was arrogant and blind so long as I kept her entertained. And now, the world is a better place because she's dead."

"Wow. Hey Lon…do you think I'll ever be as strong as you? I don't know many people that could live through that much, or be smart enough to make it out alive, and there's so much wrong happening in the world. You always speak of bringing peace and I want to help you but, I'm just a weak teen that can't leave his tower."

"But you still have left. I know you and Leo have snuck out successfully, and I've taken you to Brune Canyon before, so we could race around on George. You'll get there and while it may take a couple of more years, I think we'll be able to fix the world soon. We have to."

"I know, and I can't wait. Can I ask one more question? No more after, promise."

Laughing some at the kid's curiosity he nodded and said, "Ask away Cori."

"Xander and Leo said you had something amputated but, you have all of your fingers, toes, arms, legs, both ears and eyes. I can't figure it out. What was it?" He asked, voice holding strong through the question. His stomach sank some as Ascalon looked at him, wearing an odd expression caught somewhere between amusement and discomfort, before leaning in close and whispering the answer to the young prince. Horror made itself known on his face as Corrin pulled his knees close to his chest, wrapping his arms around them, and whispered in awe as he leaned against his brother, "I will never be a strong as you."

[3 Days Later- Barracks- Ascalon, Xander]

Panting some Ascalon trained with all of the wyvern troops, having a dedicated time set aside for both training on their mounts and then on the ground, leading the group through their forms and demonstrating how to properly wield their lances. Today would had been interesting as one of the fresh recruits challenged Ascalon's combat method, saying as many had, that dancing was no way to fight and it was something meant for girls. Xander, who need to speak with his sassy brother, had walked in right as the general halted everyone and asked politely for the trainee to repeat his words. The prince held back his laughter, as he knew this would end badly, and sat down on a bench off to the side so he could watch the lesson that was going to be taught.

"Dancing like a sissy isn't a great fighting style and it's girly as all heck. Unless I'm proven wrong that's what it is." The young man, about 16, with short cropped black hair stated like it was a fact.

Arms folded over his chest Ascalon stared the young man down, the air silent and tense, contemplating just how badly he wanted to prove the kid wrong. Releasing a small huff, he nodded and, while removing his armor and ending up in just his tank top, pants and boots, rolled his shoulders and ordered, "Alright Byron, if that's what you believe then come and prove how much of a girl I am. Front and center, now!"

Cursing under his breath the kid obviously paled, realizing what exactly he had done, walking forward as his body shivered. Trying to push back his fear he said, "I didn't mean to call you-"

"No, but you did. Take the stance of your superior fighting stance and ready your lance."

"General, you don't have armor…or a weapon. It wouldn't be fair."

Body relaxed and the opposite of the teen, Ascalon gave him an innocent but dark smile and replied, "I know that. I did it on purpose. I'm unprotected and unarmed, so this should be ridiculously easy for you, right?"

Byron choked on his breath, clearing his throat as the ominous response was unnerving and simply nodded, taking up the most common fighting stance other soldiers practiced, lance aimed right at the calm general. He took the blue-haired man's nod as a sign to begin, him given the first move. Lunging forward quickly he watched as the man swiftly dipped to the side at the last moment, spinning gracefully and sending the trainee flying as he stuck him harshly in the back with a powerful kick. Ascalon landed easily, watching the kid roll through the dirt and scramble back up, face red from the fall and embarrassment. Whooping in excitement the others gathered in a half circle, hyped by the sudden conflict and chance to see the fluid fighting style in use.

Ascalon leisurely trailed after the boy, hands at his side in gentle fists and steps measured out without a second thought, breathing controlled and not frantic. Officially regretting his decision to speak out, but too stubborn to admit defeat so easily, Byron steadied his weapon and attacked again, going for a sweeping attack and then bringing the lance up and around to stab at the general. He watched as the man, moving quickly, skipped over the sweep and bent entirely backwards, hands touching the ground as he flipped back. Before the teen could blink, two feet caught him in the jaw, one right after the other, stunning him entirely. It was a second later that Ascalon came back, faster than river rapids, and lunged deeply, dealing a devastating punch to Byron's solar plexus with one hand while yanking the lance away with his other.

Once again, the young man tasted dirt and shame as he rolled across the floor, dazed and wheezing. He groaned in pain and frustration, glaring up at the man and watching through the settling dust as he stood and patiently waited for him to get up, scarred arms folded over his chest and an undecipherable expression on his face. Spitting blood out of his mouth, he rose for the second time, jaw pulsing fiercely as he took up his stance again. Focused and angry he went for him, feigning a punch and quickly following it with a front kick, believing he had landed a hit only to realize that his foot had been allowed forward only so the general could tightly catch it and, arm moving in a smooth crescent, yanked the trainee forward violently and threw him into a forced split. Byron yelped and attempted to pull himself out of it as he finally learned why the fighting style his teacher used was so strong. It redirected the force from attacks, able to divert it or bring it back around even stronger.

Bright spots danced before his eyes as he dropped to a kneel and hastily stumbled forward, groin burning from the strain. Ready for another assault, he snapped around and was just quick enough to evade another devastating kick, purposely rolling away and coming back up to watch as the wooden beam that took the hit lost a chunk of itself. Gulping in terror he felt his body shake as the experienced fighter lazily trailed after, body still at a calm state, only his slight panting revealing he was exerting some effort. He knew he was going to lose, and terribly so, so Byron decided to go out strongly and waited for the right moment to dive forward, leaping past Ascalon's initial defensive block and getting in close. He believed that maybe up close he had a better chance at landing maybe one hit, just one. This turned out to be his downfall, as the Ascalon smiled and moved swiftly and with skill, clearly having done this.

Earning a loud howling laugh from Xander, Ascalon picked up his pace, feet skittering across the ground, hardly touching down at points while he danced literal circles around his student. As he moved he flipped the latches that held the teen's armor in place, tearing off piece after piece while ducking and slipping just through Byron's grasping fingers, easily deflecting punches and redirecting the weakening kicks thrown out at him. The crowd was practically screaming in excitement as their general tore off the unlatched chest plate, throwing it away after spinning and not seeing it lodge itself into a different beam. Ascalon caught sight of the look of horror that his student gave, delivering what would be the ending blow, thrusting his open hand at the teen's upper chest and forcefully slamming him into the ground for the last time, hearing the air leave their lungs upon impact and the loud smack his form had as it collided with the floor.

The young general watched the beaten troop pant and heave heavily, holding up his hand to the others to quiet their roars and cheers for their teacher. Silence ruled as Ascalon let Byron catch his breath, crouching down by the kid and coaching through breathing techniques meant just for this. One hand softly rested on the kid's chest, measuring out each inhale and exhale, the other checking his pulse and counting the beats to make sure he wasn't suffering any arrythmias. Five long minutes ticked by before he was certain the teen would be alright, giving a gentle and small smile to show Byron that things were fine.

"Byron, can you hear me?" He asked, stilled crouched by the panting kid. He watched him nod and then asked, smirking with confidence, "Great. I'd like you to tell the others if you still believe that my fighting style is girly and dumb."

With a wheezing bark of laughter, the new recruit loudly said, "Fuck you!"

"Oh really? You want to try and fight me again?"

"No, you dancing demon. I know when I'm beat. You're just a sarcastic jerk, sir."

"A bit, yeah. Was the fighting method successful though?"

"Ugh, obviously."

"Great. Were you scared?"

"Are you kidding me? I thought I was going to die. You broke two support beams!"

"I did, didn't I. Care to guess who I learned from?" Ascalon asked, gracing him with a rare grin. Leaning closer he told the teen, "I learned from a woman. One that was stronger than me at my best and could wreck you with a pinky. Now that you've learned, I hope you'll take your idiocy and sexism and trash it, or else I'll trash you again and I won't hold back."

Rising up from the ground Ascalon looked to the rest of the teens, taking in their expectant gazes and releasing a deep breath as he calmed down. He heard Xander in the background snickering and, deciding that they had had enough for the day, told the group to remove their armor and have the rest of the day off, giving them a warning to not bully Byron as he was learning like everyone else here. They agreed, coming down from the adrenaline high and going to remove their own armor, a few helping the bruised one off of the ground and over to a bench where he could rest more comfortably. Content with that, Ascalon put up his own training suit and lance, glad he didn't have to put back on the gear as he was running a bit hot at the moment.

Once done he approached his older brother, rolling his eyes as Xander waggled his eyebrows in mock attraction, laughing some as he got up and gave the wyvern knight a hug and pat on the shoulder. The prince humorously stated, "You truly know how to put on a show. Half of those trainee's looked like they were going to faint while they watched you. Also, nice fighting by the way; your form was perfect today."

Walking with his brother out of the training area Ascalon shrugged and replied, "eh, I was alright. My footwork was good, but I was a bit sloppy with my arms. So, did you need my help with something?"

"No, but I actually had the day off and was wondering if you'd like to go hiking. It might not be the best idea though now. You must be tired from fighting him."

"Eh, only a little. I can still go out Xan. Were Peri and Laslow going to join us?"

"Ha, no, not today. Peri is busy with…well I didn't ask, and Laslow is off being a dork with Odin and Selene. Besides, I wanted it to be just us. We never get time without the others and, it'd be nice."

"Oh, you sentimental gentleman, whisking me away to the mountains. You're right though, it would be nice to just bro out. Let me change and clean up some, and please bring the right supplies this time, yeah."

Throwing his hands in the air in exasperation, Xander groaned as he had messed up once, and answered, "Fine your majesty. See you in fifteen minutes punk."

Chuckling as he watched the eldest hastily speed away, a slight spring in his step, Ascalon hurried to his room and washed off some, redressing in similar gear save for the coat he put over the tank top. He packed the tools he'd need for a night out, he tucked his large dagger into his boot and threw a couple of spices in his bag, as Xan had no clue how to season food. Swiftly he tired his long hair back into a braid and sighed in annoyance as part of his bangs came out and partially fell over his right eye. Ascalon ignored it and double checked that he had his med kit and spare pants in case they fell into or crossed through any water. Sure of what he had he stepped outside and was met by the excited prince, for once in commoner clothes and grinning as he was over the moon to get out.

They snuck out through the hidden passages in the castle walls, avoiding the others and ducking through a hole in the wall around the outside of the building. When they were far enough away Xander let down the manners that kept him calm and stoic, as a prince should be publicly, and relaxed. The sun was still up as the pair trekked into the forested mountains, neither bothered by the eerie and spooky noises that echoed about as they knew what created them. Instead they chose to talk about nonsensical things, joking and playfully shoving one another as they carried on. These woods were the place they could go to escape the staggeringly stressful lives they led, each one having to maintain a particular image and needing to meet near impossible expectations. Here, where the caws of crows drown out the world at points, they could be the normal brothers they were, casting aside their roles and being dumb and reckless.

Reaching a clearing by a pond and waterfall, they set up camp and quickly tore off their boots, each one set on beating the other. Xander won this time, as he wore the shoes that were easier to take off and dashed over to lift his brother like a potato sack and chuck him into the cold water, arms flailing and man shouting curses at him. He howled in laughter, hunched over as he watched his brother break the surface and flip him off in mock anger. It was only when the blue-haired sibling speeded through the water and leapt after him, catching him by the wrist and spinning on his heel to throw the eldest in. Ascalon lost his footing though, cursing again as he followed Xander into the pond, laughing when the pair came up for air and looked at one another.

Being dorks for just a bit longer they soon left the pond and dried off some, getting a fire started and laying in the grass near it so they would be warm. Brother's watched the sky bleed from orange to red, and then a deep blue as night came to greet them, both content just being themselves and listening to the crickets chirp. It was as the pair picked out constellations that an old conversation came up again.

"Do you think Kagero is doing well? I miss her." Xander asked in an uncommonly soft tone, concern just there.

"Yeah, I know she's doing alright. She misses all of us…you especially. She adores the shuriken you gave her; never leaves for anywhere without it." Ascalon answered him, smiling to himself.

"Really? It's just one thing. I'm glad she treasures it. I haven't been able to see her in a couple of years, since both of us became ridiculously busy."

"Well, we have time off soon, as even Garon is going on vacation to Cyrkensia for two weeks so…we could go visit her. I never was able to take you guys to Hoshido, since my parents…yeah, but we could go now. It would be fun, and we could even sneak Cori out with us. A sibling adventure!"

"Lon, what if we get caught, or someone finds out who we are? We'll all be in danger and things would go south so quickly, one of you-"

"Bro, do you think I'd take you all to a place that knows what you look like? There are plenty of towns and villages that have no idea what the Nohrian children look like, but they know me and like me. It'll be okay Xan. Please?"

Nervously he tapped his fingers on his chest, weighing the possibilities versus his own personal wants, Kagero's sweet smile flashing in his mind's eye and earning an aggravated groan from the eldest prince. Covering his face with his hands he muttered, "Alright brother, you win. I did agree last time and…it might be very nice."

Excitedly Ascalon rolled over and hugged his brother, grinning as he was overjoyed to finally have the trip he had promised two years ago. Xander, pleased to see his brother smile so brightly, relaxed and ruffled his hair, saying a quiet, 'you're welcome' and returning the hug. For a while the two sat and enjoyed the night, peacefully resting under the beautiful night and forgetting the roles they had to fill every day. Eventually they had dinner and the older brother chuckled in amusement as his younger sibling energetically told him about the other kingdom, mentioning the festivals and lovely countryside, how sweet many citizens were even though he was not Hoshidan himself. When the night grew late and Xander gave the first yawn, the pair packed their things up and left, sneaking back into the castle through the hole and giving a final hug before returning to their rooms. They left for Hoshido in a week's time, staying as long as they were safe to.

[Two Days Later-Underground City- Elise, Ascalon]

"Brother, are you even listening? I need help picking a new staff." Elise said, chastising her zoned out brother gazing at the wall of polearms and lances.

Snapping out of his haze Ascalon quickly said, "Uh, get the spiky one."

"None of them are spiky…unless you mean the Hoshidan clubs next to you."

"Crap, sorry Eli. They're just all so nice and cool, the lances. None of them look like mine though. It's a bit disconcerting. Not even an underground trade market knows where it's from, or me for that matter."

"Hey, Lon where'd this come from? You haven't spoken about this in years." She asked, this time more gently as she softly held one of his hands.

"I just, I went out yesterday to test if I could use the Dragon Veins still, a little bit upset when it worked. Isn't it weird to you? Like, where am I from? Who am I really? I looked like Arete and Azura but, I don't know." He told her quietly, turning his attention to the staffs and going through a few of them, weighing them and checking their strength. Handing her one he muttered, "That one is good and fits your height."

"Well, I know who you are, to me at least. You are one of my four older brothers, the one that gets into the most trouble but always has the best advice. You were there for my first steps, my first curse word which threw everyone through a loop. I remember how awesome it was to feel the wind on my face when we went diving over the lake, how safe I felt as I knew you'd be there to catch me." She explained, paying for the staff and taking her brother's arm as they left the shop to go to the pastry store.

Sitting down at one of the tables, thanking the waiter that brought them tea and menus, She continued with, "I still remember all of the nights we would hangout, how you'd hide me from my mother, setting up a fort made of pillows and sheets together and you telling me stories until I fell asleep. And then the nights you were sad, where you tried to pretend everything was alright and we cried together until our eyes were sore and we screamed into cushions until our throats hurt. I know we're not your actual family but, who they were doesn't define you. All of us love you Lon."

Feeling dumb and a little awkward as his sister poured her heart out, he laughed some and gave a nod, responding with, "True. Sorry for forgetting Eli. It was dumb of me."

"Not dumb per say but, I forgive you. Besides, we'll find your home eventually when things have calmed down and your stubborn butt helps bring peace. It'll be fun for all of us. Until then though, just remember you do have a family, okay?"

"Of course."

"Pinky promise! You made one with Camilla and haven't broken it, so make one with me."

Rolling is eyes but smiling he took her small outstretched finger in his, chuckling and saying, "I promise I won't forget my family, including my precious little sister who needs armor."

"Ugh! Lon, you know they don't make armor my size!" She groaned, still smiling back at him.

"Hey, I for one know how to design and smith armor young lady! Rude!"

Affectionately he reached across the table and flicked her nose, laughing more as she wiggled said nose and angrily pouted at him, throwing a sugar packet at her sassy brother. Deflecting it with the menu he threw it back, ducking again as it bonked her on her forehead and she leaned over to boop him. Frustrated at her short reach she waved her arm about in a sad attempt and huffed as he was tall and could lean way back in his chair, face far from her grasp. She knew how to win though, giving her brother the same sad-puppy eyes Camilla would, watching with internal glee as he gave and annoyed and finite groan of defeat, leaning over and accepting the bop on the nose she gently gave him.

The waitress that had been watching giggled at the cute exchange, glad to see her normal customers had returned at last, and went over to take their orders, mentioning to the young princess that she should get some armor. Placing their orders Ascalon thanked the lady and watched as his sister huffed in annoyance, agreeing to let him make her some. Once she left Elise let a devious expression grace her normally fine features, grinning as she thought of something.

"Hey bro, it's been a while since we bought any pies from here. And you know, we should really thank Iago for the fine job he's been doing what with letting the Faceless ravage the countryside and all that. We should get one for us and a few for him don't you think?"

Giving her a mischievous chuckle that turned into a loud laugh he nodded and said, "Most definitely. Clearly, he's worked hard and deserves a nice reward. Let's get five, not including ours."

Later that day, as Xander left a meeting and went down one of the halls, Iago not too far behind him, he heard the telling giggle of his little sister and let out a deep breath as he tried not to give away what he knew would happen. Crouching down right by one of the hidden passage entrances, he acted like he was tying his shoe, dying inside as he snorted happily when his two siblings leaped out and threw several pies at the terrible man. The tactician shouted angrily, making to chase them only to be knocked down as the last pie sailed throw the air and splattered across his face. Once he was blinded all three siblings ducked back into the concealed hallway, waiting until he passed by to let out their loud laughs. Before Xan could scold them, the pair offered him a pie as well, earning his silence as he shook his head in amusement and followed them to go share it with the others.

[Three Days Later- Brune Canyon- Leo, Ascalon]

"Bro, I have many regrets. I don't think I can do this!" Leo shouted as they soared through the air over the canyon.

Ascalon, looking at his younger brother over his shoulder, gave him a reassuring smile and said confidently, "You've got this dude. Just put your feet in the holsters and keep your center of gravity. If you fall, I swear I'll catch you!"

"No shit! Camilla would kill you if you didn't!"

"You're not wrong but, I would never let you fall too long. I've got you, okay?"

Leo, questioning why he begged his brother to help him do this, nervously nodded and did as he had been told, sliding his feet into place and rising to a crouch at first. It was a nice day minus the fear that threatened to swallow the young prince whole, berating him for wanting to know what it was like to fly like Ascalon did. His brother's encouraging words, and exceptional skill doing this, gave him the strength to creep up to a hunched stance, eventually standing fully on the indigo dragon's back. Opening his eyes to gaze at the world he felt a smile form on his lips, turning into a wide grin as he spread out his arms, feeling the rushing wind pass around him.

Loudly he wooed his joy to the world, shouting happily as they flew along and passed above the canyon below at high speeds. Ascalon, proud of his little brother being so brave, told George to keep steady, and climbed to his feet as well, use to this activity and easily gaining his balance. It was sunrise and the sky began to change colors, creating a beautiful masterpiece in the heavens above them. Laughing as they stood together the wyvern knight watched the peaceful yet wonder-filled look his Leo had, heart warming as the kid was finally being himself. This pair had had the most trouble getting along, arguing half of the time as the older one constantly caught him doing what he shouldn't.

It took some time for Ascalon to realize that the young mage was, out of all of the siblings, the one that was alone most often, not gaining any love from his mother or father and living in his brother's shadows, unable to live up to what they could do. After one big fight, where Leo screamed at him that Ascalon was replacing him, the older teen understood what was wrong and chose, instead of fighting back, to embrace the boy and spend more time with him. Now, a few years later, the two rocketed above the ground and had grown together, learning what they could from one another and teaching when things weren't understood. Leo would never admit it, but the sassy man was now caught somewhere between being a brother and father all in one, encouraging the kid to be himself and giving him lessons when he either needed them or earned them. The two fought every once in a while, but this was a million times better than it had been.

Grinning like an idiot Leo looked at the warm expression his brother gave his, tearing up some as he never imagined this would be something he'd be brave enough to do, and nodded as he knew he could do the next trick, trusting him to be there with him. He listened closely as his brother explained what they would do, telling him that he'd be right there with him the whole time, as he had been for most of his life. Ascalon helped the teen shift his feet carefully, pointing out the minimal steps required for this part, and then stood with him as the sun rose higher. The older sibling gave his younger one another smile, not hiding his proud expression, and counted down from three, leaping with Leo from the saddle on one and soaring with him through the new morning.

Exhilaration exploded in both of their chests, like fireworks, as they gracefully flew together, each one laughing in sheer happiness and excitement. Times like this remined Leo of the joy still in the world, arms out wide like a bird and heart racing as he watched his brother joke around, pretending he was swimming at one point and then sleeping at another. Together they swirled about and just let themselves be the dorks they were. It was as they passed the top of the canyon walls, laughs echoing wildly, that George swooped in from under them and gave a pleasant roar as he caught both of them, enjoying the fun adventures the three often had.

Both of them, panting and hair a train wreck, grinned and settled down in the saddle, Ascalon sitting backwards and resting on George's head, gazing up at the sky. Leo paused for a moment, wanting to join in, grateful for when his brother scooted to the side some and let the younger one lay next to him, hands relaxed and on his stomach while he cozied up next to the older sibling. His mind calmed as they continued onward, passing over Ore Lake and just above the forest nearby, glad he had gone forward and learned to fly.

Humming a little Ascalon eventually asked, after a few coughs, "Did you like it?"

Chuckling Leo answered, "Yeah, it was awesome. It was thrilling but also calming, being so far from everything and escaping from home, all that I need to live up to."

"Live up to? The heck are you talking about?"

"Well, Xander is just the epitome of a perfect son, excellent in everything and handsome, you're the youngest wyvern knight and general Nohr has ever seen, as well as being attractive and funny and well versed in many fields. Corrin is the sweet innocent brother that's adorable and everyone treasures. Camilla is stunning and beyond talented, as Elise is a prodigy in healing. Me, I'm average at everything and probably will never be like any of you. My temper is crap, my magic is mediocre, and I'm just bland and fall short."

Ascalon took in his brother's words, heart aching as he was sad he couldn't see what he did. Pulling Leo just a bit closer he told him, "You know, when I first met you, I might have believed that. But I took the time to find the person underneath, get to know the punk that you are, and of all the siblings you're the one I'm most proud of. You can't see it, and maybe won't for a while, but you have grown so amazingly, pushing yourself to be the best you can and then some, supporting others even when you can barely carry yourself. Leo you've got a heart of gold under all that sassy and, when you open up…it's like watching the sun rise. I wish you could see what I do, feel how awe struck I am whenever you hit a boundary and knock it down, continuing to push on and refine yourself. Leo, never hold yourself to someone else's standards, because that's the same as telling a deaf person to hear. You've got more guts than half of my soldiers, brains to shame the best scholars, and kindness to heal any wound. You're great in your own way, and I'll tell you right now, no one else could do what you do. You are my little brother that I wouldn't trade for anything in the world, and I hope you stay that way."

Leo, sniffling and trying to hide his tears, smiled to the sky and nuzzled closer as he felt so warm from what his brother said, knowing it was true as Ascalon never really danced around with his emotions or words. Ascalon ruffled his brother's hair and, wrapping and arm around the younger sibling, kissed his head and continued relaxing. Taking hope that one day Leo would see what Ascalon did, the two brothers spent the rest of the day out, breezing by on the winds with George and only coming home when the sky was dark and none of the other siblings were up to scold them.

[The Night Before Leaving- Ore Lake- Camilla, Ascalon]

It was a peaceful night out as the two friends rested in the grass, Camilla making small delicate braids in Ascalon's long hair that he for once had down, while he weaved some vines and flowers together in a crown shape. Both were calm as they sat in the quiet company of one another, neither truly needing to speak to be content. Softly the stars shinned down on them, faintly illuminating the world around them, rousing creatures of the night and telling them it was time to rise, as others rested. Curious eyes peered from the shadows and watched the pair, catching the boy looking at the girl when she had her eyes turned from him, a sweet smile dancing on his lips. Always, like a receding wave on the shore, it pulled away and left when she turned back, morphing to a simpler expression even as she gently touched the tip of his nose with her own. The most noise that passed between them was the chirping of crickets and soothing crashes of the water on the shore.

Camilla, who watched the beautiful man with her smartly intertwine stems of flowers and clovers together, smiled and finished the braid she had been working on. She asked him lightly, "What time are we leaving tomorrow?"

"Hm, I was thinking the morning, after your father departed and took Iago with him. Then we pick up the essentials and make our merry way over. I'm just thankful Solomon is letting us borrow Samson for the trip." He answered, looking up with a warm expression, setting the finished flower crown on her head.

"Ha, thank you Lon; it's lovely. I still can't believe you convinced Xander to do this. I'm very grateful for it though."

"Honestly, I barely did anything. Xan…he has a strong heart but connects to only a few select people, and one that he's grown attached to is over there. I won't push anything, but I want so badly for them to be able to have a chance. They deserve to be happy."

"They do. Don't forget yourself though. Gods knows you've earned the right to a peaceful life."

"Eh, not really. Kind of need peace to exist first before staking a claim to it. I am happy when all of you are though, truly I am. Even if I'm single at the end of my days, so long as my family is happy and safe, I'll be the same."

At this she worriedly watched him as he rested with his eyes shut, concerned about how he viewed his future and feeling a small part of her heart crack at the idea of him being alone. The same thought occurred to her as well, as she tried to imagine what her life would be if she didn't have him with her, if she had someone else instead. Many scenarios flashed by in an instant, all of them in the end being a relationship that, while happy, it didn't have the depth that she craved. It was superficial to an extent, most having her be the one that carried the emotional weight with little help in return. Internally she shivered at the idea of living in such a way. Maybe in another time, a different world where she'd never had someone support her, someone go through terrible lengths just to keep her safe without expecting anything back, she would be happy that way. Here though, under the pale moon and stars, in a thriving oasis in the dark land, Camilla's heart burned and shouted distantly at her something she didn't know if she was ready to face yet. It held her in a vice and dragged her violet eyes back down to what was resting pleasantly in her hands, only feeling safe in her embrace.

Unsure of her feelings, never one to fully trust them, she took a shaky breath and shoved the voice into a dark room, mentally telling herself to not for fear that she'd lose everything if it wasn't what she believed. Try as she might a sensation lost between excitement and panic overcame her, causing her heart to race and breath to quicken, hands tightly clutching to a person the words 'best friend' no longer suited. The locked away voice bellowed loudly, begging her to stop lying and hiding what she's known all along, to not be afraid. She was terrified though, scared to love and put even larger of a target on someone so dear. Her 'friend' noticing the sudden alarm, swiftly climbed to his knees and did what he could to calm her.

Ascalon, lost as to what he did to cause this, calmly told her he was sorry, tucking her stray locks of hair behind her ears, holding her face in his hands and trying to ground her. Her eyes settled on his fairly easily and after many minutes of just breathing and watching one another, the princess came back to herself, flushing in embarrassment and averting her gaze. The angry voice settled down, knowing it had proven its point. Camilla debated what to say, finding her chest hurt again as her friend apologized for sending her into a panic, truly believing it was his fault. She shook her head, taking his hands in hers as she gathered the courage to speak and, last second, lied to him and herself.

"Lon, you did nothing. I just…I overthought it and thought you believed one of us wouldn't make it to the end. I mean, we have a promise to not leave the other alone, remember." She told him, insides burning at the lie.

"Yeah, I'd never forget that Milla. Besides, you're always with me wherever I go, see." He told her happily, turning his hand in hers as they watched the bracelet shimmer beautifully in the night's light. The two gazed at it, Camilla gently tracing her fingers over the beads as a warm smile graced her. Ascalon, cupping her face with his free hand, pulled her head to his, resting their foreheads against one another, and whispered, "You're crazy if you think I'll ever forget you or abandon you. I'm nothing without you."

[Three Days Later- Border of Hoshido and Nohr- Siblings, Ascalon]

The group of siblings had left as soon as Iago and King Garon were a good chunk away, sure it was safe to excitedly hurry about and go on their own trip. Castle staff watched merrily at the sight and agreed with one another not to mention a word of what was happening, the only requests being from the chefs as they wanted a few spices from the other kingdom. It had been a long time since all of them fully came together for a trip, and all wished for them to be able to go and have fun. Once the bunch saddled up inside the Barracks, specifically the Wyvern Troop sector, they bid farewell to Solomon and loaded their few packs onto George, Athena, and Samson, feeding the sweet creatures treats and giving them lots of scritches and pets. Ready to depart the kids piled on, Elise with Camilla on her mount, Leo with Ascalon and Georgie, and Xander taking the reigns of Samson who knew the eldest prince since he was young. Taking off they swiftly traveled north, smuggling out Corrin in the same commoner clothes as them, thanking the twin maids and Gunter for their secrecy. From there it was a relaxing flight to the border, all of them excited to see the world beyond their home.

At the easy pace they flew, the trip over was two days long, siblings and mounts stopping twice to rest and camp, Xander and Ascalon hunting down their dinners for those nights while the others cooked, set up tents, and feed the wyverns and dragon. More and more they grew fond of the idea of taking time off from their stressful lives, joking with one another and playing games they had missed out on when they were children. It was amazing as they six grew closer and talked about their worries and concerns, dreams and aspirations, the future all of them hoped would be one they shared.

One the morning of the third day they finally made it to the outskirts of a small lakeside town, not too far over into Hoshido, each kid feeling the calming effect of the magical barrier Queen Mikoto put up to prevent war. There, in a clearing in the woods, was a group of three that most of the siblings had heard of or knew, a brown-haired girl being the one most were excited for. Each mount landed and hastily the younger siblings climbed down from their seats, running over to go and hug Kagero.

The ex-princess grinned in joy and ran forward to meet them, scooping Leo and Elise into her arms and holding them tightly. She had only met the youngest sister a few times when Xander and Ascalon would come to visit, growing fond of her in an instant and adoring the little girl. Leo, the sweet and smart boy, was now a young man and almost made her cry as she took in how much he'd grown. Camilla joined them all a second later, hugging her sister and excitedly complimenting her on how lovely she had become. Next came the boy, no, the man she owed everything to, smiling softly and ruffling her hair before giving her a warm embrace as well.

Laughing as the kids made jokes with one another, introducing Corrin to his other big sister, Kagero felt like something was missing and, when she looked up, she found it. Off to the side, leaning against George with his hands in his pockets and a serene smile, was the eldest prince. She worked her way out of the hoard and walked over, giggling quietly as he saw this and grew alarmed and unsure, halting himself when she was next to him. Xander, keeping his stupid self in check, gave a small bow to which she rolled her eyes and stepped forward, wrapping her strong arms around him and feeling content finally. It had been too long, and things were just off when he wasn't there. Through all of the fun trips and adventures she had snuck over to Nohr to have with them, the ones with Xan usually were the ones she cherished most.

The other siblings watched the pair, sighing happily at the sight and then turning everyone's focus to Kaze and Saizo, delving into introductions and who each kid was. Ascalon left out a few bits about Corrin, as he knew he needed to speak with the brothers later on that matter, and proceeded to let the twins tell the rest of them where they were, the names they'd go by here, and general information about the neutral territory that was Kazue, a town named in hopes of keeping harmony, the blessings it had received from the refugees it homed, and to be a branch on the tree of eventual peace. Busy with that no one listened to the conversation the duo shared.

Xander, keeping his cool by a hair's breadth, warmly smiled and said, "You…you look well Kagero. I hope things haven't been two difficult in the past…years."

"Thank you, Xan; You look well but stressed, as always. It's been a bit hasn't it?" She replied, hands held together as the tension built.

"Look, I'm sorry I haven't been able to see you…at all…for two years. I could give a million excuses, but none really pardon me from it. Please forgive me?"

"Well, two years is a lot your majesty. However, if I can pick your outfit for the Festival of Bonds, and you promise to visit more, I can let it slide this once."

"That is quite merciful of you. As an added apology I've also brought the princess some fine paints and new brushes, if she'll accept them."

"Hm, I think I shall. Thank you Xander."

From there, with the older pair in the back, arms looped around one another, the group went over the ground rules and headed into Kazue, everyone brimming with barely contained excitement. Through the flourishing forest they walked and soon came to the bridge that crossed over a large river, one that circled most of the town and exited out into the lake nearby. Birds sang and flew happily, not a care in the world, Elise and Corrin running halfway down said bridge just to lean over the edge and watch an elaborately painted boat pass underneath. From the bow a few fishermen waved, giving a polite welcome as they carried on.

Laughing Ascalon and Kaze trailed after them, brushing off Saizo's alarm and concern that they would surly fall over and into the water. He was miffed of course as his friend's response was simply that they could swim, as could he, and to chill. Rolling his eyes, he jogged after, kindly telling the two younger kids to step down and to not draw attention to themselves, as they were supposed to be blending in with the refugee Nohrian people that lived here. They nodded, seeming to take in his words, ending up doing exactly as they were told not to only twenty minutes later. At the end of the bridge were the lively and bustling docks, filled with even more of the gorgeous painted boats, including the one they'd just gazed upon. He tried not to panic and had told himself he wasn't going to be a babysitter, but as he dashed over to the wonderstruck pair, he fell into the protective habits he'd always had. Camilla laughed happily as she watched the ninja awkwardly explain that the children were only looking and meant no offense, thrown off by the friendly demeanor of the dock hands that bellowed in laughter and patted him on the shoulder, offering some fish as a welcome to the town.

The entire group continued through the day blissfully, learning that in a couple of days an event was to happen, the Festival of Bonds, where the growth of children was celebrated throughout all Hoshido. Vaguely the siblings knew of this, as they had their own equivalent to the holiday in their homeland, although none had attended because it was not celebrated in Windmire much and they were never allowed to attend. Now that they were aware though, they learned what they could, including the proper attire for the fantastic holiday, stopping to grab lunch when the clock struck 1 p.m. Adapting to the way this kingdom ate was…a challenge to say the least as almost none of them knew how to handle the delicate sticks that served as utensils. Ascalon and Camilla taught Leo, who picked it up easily, and to Elise and Corrin who fumbled terribly. Not as bad as their eldest brother, who grasped to tightly and broke the chopsticks in his hands by accident. His face flushed brightly in embarrassment however, Kagero swept in and smoothed things over, telling the tale of when she was learning and accidentally stabbed her father with them, leaving scar on his hand.

Xan gave her a thankful smile and let the sweet ninja gently take his hand, helping him hold the two sticks just so, reminding him that it only required a little bit of a push to do as he wanted, politely applauding him when he was able to eat without trouble after some practice. Kaze snorted quietly and turned his gaze back to his friend and the others, minding his own business and explaining where they could go to be fitted for some clothes. Once the meal finished, the large group payed their bill and spit into two parties, one of the three girls, the other consisting of the six guys. Pointing out the rendezvous location, that being the statue in the town center, they went to go shopping and explore the city. While the girls managed to stay in one group, five minutes into walking the others had already lost Leo, Corrin, and the two brothers, leaving Ascalon and Xander alone. Luckily the wyvern knight had been here before and knew his way around the lovely streets.

Chuckling at the scenario Ascalon gave his older brother a look, raising one eyebrow and smirking at the prince as he loftily sighed and dreamily gazed about. "Oh goodness, are those sparkles I see in your eyes bro?"

"Huh? What, why are you giving me that look? Augh, knock it off Lon! I do not need the jokes and innuendos right now." Xan said, playfully nudging his brother, rolling his eyes as he softly pushed back.

"I have done nothing…yet. I'm glad you came along though. This is the most open she's been in the last two years. Probably the happiest she's been too."

"What? She used to always smile though. What happened?"

"Well, her brother was in an accident and…he can't carry on the family role he was originally given; she's replacing him to honor him and the family. She and Saizo dated for a while but he was too busy to really put much more into the relationship. Kagero tried to date again but, the man didn't like that she went out and fought with the other men; said it took her mind off of the things it should be focused on."

"Like what?! Not protecting her home and loved ones?"

"Being a mother and giving birth to many sons. To add many people find her art disturbing…sort of. The asshole burned her old art book, claiming it was full of evil and dark demons." Ascalon explained, slowly regretting it as he saw the dark shadow that passed over his brother's face.

"What's his name?" Xander asked unnervingly politely.

"Uh-uh! I told you this to update you, not switch on your killer instincts. Xan, no killing!"

"Ha, you think I'd grant him the sweet release of death? No, I just wanted to talk with him, maybe near a lake or alone deep into the woods where no-one could hear us."

"Sometimes you terrify me, ya'know? I just wanted you to know that she cares about you bud…like a lot." Ascalon nervously said with a small laugh, patting his brother's shoulder. "Hey look, it's the hoard; let's catch up and do not say anything to Saizo. He still feels bad about it and really was sorry."

Xander grumbled for a moment, trailing behind while he thought about her smile, shivering at the idea that the world had to go without it for even a day. Vowing to do something nice for her, and to really hound himself to continue visiting her, he joined the others. Zoned out he went through the motions and came back to the world only when something dealing with the festival came up in conversation, suddenly becoming active and involved. Ascalon and Leo were the only ones that picked up what was going on, smiling to each other and plotting as well.

[Later in the night- Outside of the Crane Inn- Ascalon]

Ascalon, after a long day of bliss and enjoyment, was relaxing outside while the others slept, everyone but him exhausted from the exciting day. He leaned against the side of the Inn, undoing his ponytail and running his hands through his hair, grumbling as he realized he forgot his brush at home and would need to detangle the knots from his hip long hair. Groaning quietly, he started on the chore, cursing at himself in whispers, too wrapped up in thought to notice the pairs of approaching footsteps and over voices.

A raspy but nice voice gently asked, "Hey, are you Ascalon, the leader of the Wyvern Troops?"

Freezing and feeling his stomach drop to his feet and his eyes widened, he stared at the ground, panicking before replying, "Depends on who's asking? I'm here on vacation, not to fight."

"Oh, we don't want to fight either! We're fans, that's all. He's a bit more so than me but, we heard you were going to be here and-"

Snapping his head up at that, alarmed because he hadn't told anyone that he would be here, he quickly pulled the survival knife from his boot and held it to the pair, scaring them greatly. The one who had been speaking, a girl close to his age with short red hair, stumbled back into the other one, knocking him over and accidentally yanking his hood down as the pair fell. A mop of fluffy brown hair came out, as well as a shout, and instantly Ascalon recognized the two.

"Holy shit! The fuck?!" Was all he could manage to say, choking on air as he gazed upon the two eldest siblings in the Hoshidan royal family.

Grunting and climbing to his feet the brother, Ryoma, laughed and commented, "Well, you certainly have the same vocabulary as him. Sorry for alarming you general it's just, I overheard my retainers speaking of meeting you here and I've wished to meet you too, since you've done so much for my people. Please accept my apologies."

"He…ha, yeah no problem there your majesty. Princess Hinoka, sorry I pulled a knife on you." He told them, unable to keep in the awkward noise of distress that escaped his throat.

Chuckling she replied, "It's okay, I didn't exactly phrase things well. Anyway, I am Hinoka and this is Ryoma. What brings you to Kazue?"

"Well, I'm on vacation with friends, for the festival…the Festival of Bonds. I've never experienced it your majesties." He explained to them, nerves on edge.

"Stop with the 'your majesty' stuff. We're in disguise for the week. No royals here; just commoners and friends possibly."

"Friends? With me? Whoa…that would be an honor. I'm not that great though. Wouldn't you guys like someone cooler? Maybe like folk hero or something, somebody that's worthy…?"

Laughing the siblings patted each other on the back, clearly amused, and Ryoma added, "You act like you're not. Our entire military knows and honors you, along with George. Many men and women have been able to come home and spend another day with their family and friends because you talk things out, try for peace, as opposed to most aiming for violence. And I'm more than certain that your influence is the reason certain branches of the Nohrian military are more open to negotiations as of recent."

"You've done your research, that's for sure. Uh, gosh I haven't been this unprepared in a long time. Did you want to fix Ryoma's hair, so he's less recognizable, and grab a drink? There's a bar nearby."

"Ah, it definitely needs some help, as yours does; the troubles of long hair. That sounds like it would be fantastic though, and the help greatly appreciated. "

[Three Days Later- Ascalon & Xander's Room, the Crane Inn- Ascalon, Camilla]

Ascalon laid spread out like a starfish on his bed, exhausted from how exciting the past three days had been. The night he had met the Hoshidan siblings and went to the bar with them once the hair issue was taken care of, he learned that they had given their mother a similar excuse to the one he would give Phier, claiming they were going camping for a week or so. Hinoka, who drank both men under the table, was an absolute treat to be around as she was so lively and happy, for once taking a break from training every day. Ryoma was, under the strong and slightly intimidating exterior, a sweetie who gushed about how ingenious the general's tactics and battle formations were, knowing close to everything he could know without being creepy. As it was, Kagero and Saizo were his retainers, and had sung his praises to the prince from a young age, telling him of their many adventures and trips together, how he had rescued and smuggled the ex-princess out of Nohr. Lost in the haze of alcohol, something the young general was not accustomed to at all as he hardly drank, the merry pair sand songs together and played hand games, giggling like idiots as both of them were not functioning at all. Hinoka sobered the two up some, making sure they ate and had plenty of water, before wrapping the respective men's coats around them and walking Ascalon back to the Inn. She left a note with him, saying where and when to meet tomorrow if he wanted to hangout.

The following morning Ascalon did everything in his power to hide the painful hangover he had, vowing to never drink that much again, and spent some of the day with the siblings he had originally come here with. It was hilarious to watch Leo and Corrin challenge each other in a contest of who could eat more wasabi without crying, both of them losing in the end and angrily watching Ascalon smirk as he was able to handle a portion bigger than both of theirs combined, pairing it with sushi and tea. Xander was in an oddly blissful and relaxed haze, aloof to most things save for whatever could help him in his secret plan.

Later in the day, just before sunset, Ascalon met with Hinoka and Ryoma again, quickly building a friendship with the two and making memories none would forget. They sailed out on one of the painted boats, paying the owner and promising not to wreck it, happily gliding over the soft waves and moonlit waters. It was when the two spoke of their earlier years that he felt a pang of guilt well up in him, saddened when the story of Corrin's kidnapping was told, and they reminisced on how much they missed their little brother, how it had made the other prince bitter with the opposing land. Ascalon stayed quiet until the subject changed, wondering if he should tell them he had Corrin with him, if he should let the young prince return to his true home and family. From the time Garon had brought the child home, he'd always questioned the story the king had given, never trusting it. Now, hearing it from two people that idolized him, he understood how much pain Nohr had caused for Hoshido.

On the second day, one that most of the Nohrian siblings were taking to rest, Ascalon went out again and spent a majority of the day with Ryoma, getting to know him better and feeling like, by the end of that day, they had known one another for years. He was honorable and a person of caliber, willing to see Nohrian people for who they were, not who their king was. His mother and step-mother were the world to him, always encouraging him to be who he was even if it was something the world didn't approve of. Ascalon, a bit confused about what he meant, asked and learned that the prince, much to the old royal advisor's chagrin, swung for both teams which many believed to be disgraceful. He didn't care, claiming that there was nothing wrong loving another person regardless of gender and sex. Upon that subject he asked the general what his preference was, earning an amusing and endearing response.

"Uh…I don't know…? I've never had much time to put any thought into it and well…at the moment I don't think I could handle one. Like, I have way too much baggage, probably couldn't handle the idea of sex…ugh, sorry. And I'm a wreck, honestly. Sorry Ryoma, I didn't mean to make things awkward." Ascalon told him, wrapping his arms around himself as the pair watched the water lap at the shore.

"No, there's nothing to apologize for. I don't know what's happened to you but, it's alright to be the way you are, to hurt. Also, since you're apparently new to relationships, you are allowed to have your baggage and sex is not a requirement. Just a tip from one friend to another." Ryoma said, chuckling softly and giving a gently pat on his shoulder.

"Don't most relationships go south though? You know if you don't…you know?"

"Ha, oh gods, if you're in a relationship like that then it's probably better if you get out of it. There's a magical thing called consent. Also, understanding your partner and what their boundaries are is important, as well as things that might set them off or trigger painful memories. Who hurt you my friend? Who taught you this nonsense?"

"Heh…um…it was more like something I was forced into. Either I did that, or a lot of people would die. I know I did the right thing but it's hard to keep it to myself. I can't vent to the others; they already feel like it's their fault it happened to me…but…"

"Would you like to talk? I know we don't know each other that well but, I want to help you. You've done a lot for me and my home; it's the least I could do." Ryoma offered with a reassuring smile, sunlight illuminating his face and water as the sun set.

Ascalon, nervous but wanting to finally vent about it, told his new friend what he had suffered through, explaining that it had been a trap first set into motion when they killed his parents at the Demon's Falls, how it evolved to the nightmare it was. At the mention of Jezebel's name, the prince winced, mentioning that Kagero had told him, and only a few others, of her past and her hellish sister. Ryoma's heart went out to the general as he explained how hard he fought to hide everything from all of the ones around him, purposely isolating the danger to himself so no-one else was hurt by her. The day he was rescued, and Jezebel executed, was hazy, a collection of scattered memories, full of pain and fear, wondering if he had really been saved or if it was a dying dream.

"And now, well I'm a broken, scared, and ugly piece of trash with one ball and will probably never be in a relationship or have kids. The idea is terrifying and sometimes it's hell just to exist. Any self esteem I had: poof! I'm just…I don't know if I'll ever be fixed." Ascalon told him miserably, wishing he could just disappear off the face of the planet.

As the sky darkened and the moon began to rise Ryoma gave a wane smile and told him, voice gentle but steady, "A tradition we have here for broken porcelain, is that we fill the cracks with gold, fusing the shards back together, and making the item new. Ascalon, like that process is hard, fixing one's self is not easy either. And perhaps you'll fix them on your own or find someone that can."

"Why do you do that though? Why not just replace it with something new?"

"Because, my friend, it's important to know that value of something or someone, and to have the patience and understanding that even after they break, they can still be just as reliable and beautiful as they once were, maybe even better. Scars are nothing to be ashamed of. It's when we try to forget all we've learned through success and failure that we should be ashamed. I hope one day you can that you've learned and gown from all you've faced."

The rest of that night sailed by, as did the third day with the Hoshidan siblings, the trio going for a hike in the forest nearby before parting ways, meeting up at the bar later to have a tamer evening than their first. It was a joyous evening, the three getting up together and singing slightly off beat and out of tune, none of them caring the performance wasn't spot on. After a few songs, and a one drink limit for all of them, they parted ways, giving one another warm hugs and good night wishes. Ascalon had no clue his brother was quietly awake, feigning sleep so he could see what time his younger sibling came in. Xander, almost wanting to scold him for being reckless, stopped as the wyvern knight gave him a kiss on the forehead and quietly thanked him for being an amazing big brother. Then the tired young man went to sleep, instantly snoozing away in all of his clothes, but for once not suffering from any nightmares.

Ascalon for the first time slept in, dead to the world and peaceful at last, not hearing his brother shush the other's as he told them that he was still asleep. Only when the sun was well into the sky, and Camilla came back to drop off some delicate souvenirs, did he rouse himself. His long hair was a wreck, tangled and sticking up in some places while clinging to his tired face, glued on by drool and the compression that came from snuggling harshly into pillows. He yawned, stretching his arms high above him, pausing when he heard a gently laugh and found his best friend there, arms holding some food and tea while a bright smile graced her. Still half awake he watched her come over and set down her bundle, peeling the strands from his face and beginning to work on the rat's nest his blue hair had become.

"What time is it? How long did I sleep?" He asked her with another yawn.

"Well, it is currently 3:30 p.m. my sleepy dragon man. All of us were shocked that you slept in past seven this morning. Did you sleep well?" She told him, taking out a cloth to clean him up some as he blinked at her several times, eyes still bleary.

"Huh? Uh, yeah…I slept alright. Wait, the festival is today!"

"Yes, it is. We've all been getting ready and it's about to start. Are you alright?"

"Yeah I just need to get dressed and talk to Leo and then go find someone and then-"

Putting a hand over his mouth Camilla laughed and said, "You need to breathe, first and foremost. I came back to get dressed and wake you up, not let you suffer a coughing fit."

"Ha, that would be pretty bad wouldn't it? Okay, but we don't have a lot of time and…"

"Everything will be alright Lon. Just let me fix your hair and then we're golden, okay?"

He nodded, patiently waiting and wincing as she carefully brushed out all the knots and smoothed the mess out, returning the long locks to their normally beautiful state, braiding his hair and putting it up in an elaborate Hoshidan updo so as to avoid him having to fuss with it all night. Then she left to get dressed, telling him she was across the hall if she needed anything. After ten minutes the pair were ready and, in their kimonos. His a gold one while hers was a lovely shade of lavender fading to blue. Together, after Ascalon told himself to stop staring at her mentally, they left and joined up with the rest of the group who were already dressed for the event. Many of them laughed and joked, glad to see their last member had come back to the land of the living. Happily, the hoard followed the three ninjas, Leo and Ascalon hanging towards the back and adding the finishing touches to their plan, confirming that everything was set up and ready.

When the Festival of Bonds began, all of them watched in wonder as the sky lit up with fireworks, entranced by the opening performance and exotic new music that filled the air, all of them feeling a part of their childhood dreams coming true. Elise dragged Leo and Corrin with her to join in the dancing, Ascalon already stepping forward as Camilla laughed and followed him, both grinning as they watched Kagero gently take Xander's hands and lead him forward into the exciting new world. Two hours blazed by them all, lost to the thrill of this awe shocking experience and the wonder the night held. The younger ones ran around while Camilla dragged Ascalon to all of the stands, eyes shinning as they peered at the unknown. It was only when the oldest prince and the ex-princess walked off alone that the wyvern knight snuck off, grabbed his brother, and proceeded to slink through the crowd.

Beneath the moonlight the prince and ninja walked through the lotus garden the town had dedicated to peace, neither one needing to say anything to enjoy the company. Xander tensed for only a moment when she leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and simply feeling the moment. In the shadows the two brothers watched, one releasing a bunch of fireflies he caught, so as to set the mood, while the other silently made a thin plant barrier to partially eliminate the outside noise, and any potential onlookers. That down they looked to their brother, watching him gracefully lead Kagero through the garden and to a bridge, before deciding to leave as well as they didn't wish to intrude. Leo went back to the others while Ascalon snuck off to find Hinoka and Ryoma.

Heart both calm yet wildly beating, Xander paused on a small bridge, where the maples elegantly hung just enough to frame the moon in the sky and closed his eyes as well. It was surreal for him to be here, with her, and without a care despite the chaos that wreaked havoc on the world outside. Somehow, he knew peace, and in that moment decided that he wanted that more than anything. Well, almost anything.

Kagero opened her eyes and found the man she adored calm and serene, in clothes she thought he'd never wear, and in a town she never dreamed he'd visit. The selfish part of her urged her to lean closer, maybe too close, but for once she listened and lithely slid into his arms, relieved when he kept her there. It was warm, the kind when you knew you were safe and at home, and she nestled her head under his, content. Surprising her further she felt him hold on just a bit more tightly, but not too much, resting his head on hers. Together under the pale beautiful light the two existed harmoniously. Neither needed words when, after an unsure amount of time passed, they looked at one another, finally closing the gap that the world tried to tear between them. Sweetly, forgetting Nohr and Hoshido, the two kissed and held each other close as the fireflies danced around them, grateful for the bond they saved with just a gentle push.

Elsewhere, the two siblings celebrated and happily welcomed their new friend back with a warm hug and some food, telling him about the exciting activities they could do together. It was when he paused though, looking nervous, that they stopped as well, asking what was wrong. He took a couple of deep breaths before speaking, knowing what he was going to do was dangerous, but hoping the gods were pointing his troubled heart the right way.

"I…I have someone that I want you two to see…maybe meet. But I need to tell you the truth in private first. And I ask you'll forgive me ahead of time." Ascalon told them, walking towards the beach so as to avoid any unwanted attention.

Following along, trekked down through the sand and settled down on some boulders, the younger of the two asking, "What's wrong Ascalon? Are you okay?"

"I lied about why I came here, or at least partially. I just didn't want to scare you guys away and I'm sorry. The biggest reason I'm here is because I brought…I brought…I brought the Nohrian siblings, my siblings, with me to see what Hoshido was really like. They've never really been allowed near here, unless on a mission, so I figured they could not truly have a strong understanding of who the Hoshido people were, how similar the two kingdoms are, and that neither side wants to fight. I've been having you guys dance around each other to avoid conflict, splitting my days so that I could be around both. I lied about nothing else, on that you have my word. I'm so sorry though." He explained, heart aching as he felt ashamed and bowed down low, waiting for their angry retorts. None came, and he slowly opened his eyes to find them looking down at him, smiling in amusement and gratitude.

Ryoma spoke, saying heartily, "Oh friend, stop bowing. Of all things to hide, we can both understand that. I personally am thrilled you were able to accomplish such a daunting task and applaud you for trying to teach those kids peace even at the risk of your life. Once again Ascalon you surprise me with your dedication to saving both lands, and I personally thank you. Please, don't bow. Hinoka and I should bow to you for this, if anything."

Rising to his feet he awkwardly half shouted, "No! I mean, please no, oh my gods why am I so jittery. I, sorry. Absolute wreck, see?"

"Not really but I'll say I did. Now, who is it you wanted up to see?"

Instead of answering Ascalon merely smiled and led them over to a concealed area, where they were mostly hidden by decorations and food carts, pointing through the chaos to the four royal siblings dancing together in the town center. He watched with immeasurable joy as Hinoka and Ryoma finally spotted Corrin, instantly recognizing their long-lost little brother, tears swiftly appearing and rolling down their faces. Hinoka, affected more than her brother, tightly held Ascalon's hand in hers, showing how important this was for them and how deeply they appreciated it. Ryoma clasped a hand on his shoulder and for close to ten minutes they all sat together, crying and whispering about how much he's grown, listening to the stories Ascalon told them, explaining their adventures and his life.

Once they were slightly composed the wyvern knight pulled his new friends to the side and explained in depth the situation in Nohr, adding how badly he wanted to give Corrin back to them but the repercussions that would ensue if he did…right now that is. At the hint that he could get him out later, the brother and sister immediately went into plan making mode, forging an alliance with the rogue general to eventually free their brother, taking his words to heart as he made it clear that the Nohrian siblings loved him dearly as well and, perhaps if they could find peace, all of them might grow together as friends and family too. Time flew by at a shooting stars pace, only slowing at the end of the conversation.

"Now, if you really want you could meet him. I would have to distract the others but, I could do it for a bit." Ascalon offered, reassured when they both gave him a grateful smile and shook their head.

"You, our gods sent friend and ally, have already done enough for now. We can make it, knowing he's happy and safe, and will be able to wait out the storm before our family can be whole again. Thank you Ascalon and know now that if you need any help you may call on either of us." Ryoma eloquently told him, Hinoka nodding in agreement and then hugging him tightly as she laughed and cried some more.

She added brightly with a fire in her voice and heart, "You've proven there's more good in the world than we thought. We'll keep in contact, maybe even go camping sometimes. We'll never forget you though, or the friendship we've made on this night. Consider yourself an honorary Hoshidan Ascalon. You've earned it."

[1 Year Later- Ascalon]

After those two weeks in Hoshido, the neutral city of Kazue, the growing olive branch, Xander pulled aside his brother and could do nothing but thank him for opening his eyes after they had been shut for so long. The week after the festival the eldest prince spent learning everything possible about what was truly wrong between their nations, asking anyone that would speak to him regardless of origin or race, absorbing their words and growing into a man far off of fate's normal course in time. He saw that the biggest source of hate was the kidnapping of Corrin, the assassination of Sumeragi, and the unyielding attacks for no reason, trying to goad the peaceful land into war. Many pointed out that they tried to return Princess Azura, mentioning that King Garon refused to take her back, and ran his soldier ragged, especially the Wyvern Troops. He was spreading hate through Nohr, lying about Hoshido and slowly making it illegal to speak of the other kingdom or study it, even owning something.

One brother comforted the other, telling him this is the world he'd been in since arriving to Nohr, explaining that it wasn't too late to join the search for a peaceful solution, a way to fix things. Instantly his older brother agreed, stating that avoiding war was top priority and that they needed to work smartly and patiently. At the formed alliance, Ascalon told his brother of the vow the troops had taken, the ancient one outlawed and seen as treason, proving that change was already working its way into the royal system and that they just needed to buy some time until they were ready. Xan was of course apprehensive about the idea of a revolution, knowing that they would need a LOT more people to fight than just the Wyvern Troop and the Cavalry. It was then that his brother told him of the brilliant plan he came up with, creating a hidden network similar to the city under Windmire, and the ruse that would serve as the front for it: a circus, neutral to both countries and unsuspecting, along with the last thing Garon or Iago would expect.

Laughing and calling him crazy but brilliant, the brothers agreed upon the Etilav Circus, saying they'd figure out the funding issue as they went and would give invitations to those that seemed of like minds and will. The rest of the year flew by, the resistance growing as well as Xander's relationship with Kagero, the pair keeping a relay system up between the two kingdoms but concealing identities for safety's sake. Bending and twisting destiny to work the way they wanted it to, soon all of the royals on both sides were working together, unknowingly, fighting for a better future and pushing back the encroaching darkness that was war, even it was on no budget and fumes. Camilla and Ascalon continued to grow, having been the founders of this resistance, and, out of fear that the revelation of feelings would put the other in danger, kept their love in their heart, using the flames it made to fuel their efforts and dreams. It was only a few weeks later that the gods graced them with an opportunity to grow like a wild fire.

Holy heck! It's done, finally, and I hope and pray the next chapter isn't THIS long. Lord almighty fricken hell. I hope you all enjoyed it and will see you next time!