Hey everybody I'm totally back…hahahaha…. sorry things are so erratic in the pace at which I do chapters now. Full time jobs are a handful to say the least and sleep is sometimes important. Anywaaaaaayyyy, here's a chapter for you all!
Also a thanks and welcome to TheCarlosInferno! Trust me bud, I want these two to be a couple as well. I feel you my friend.
And to Antex- The Legendary Zoroark, don't worry, the dragon will talk soon…maybe…gods work in mysterious ways. *jazz hands*
Song of the Chapter: Where Is My Mind by Yoav from Sucker Punch
Warning: violence, mentions of self-harm, cursing
Chapter Twenty-Four: Ice Maiden
[Outside Castle Shirasagi- Subaki- 1am]
Sneaking about in the dark normally was not his field. He could do it and do it well however, as time passed at the castle with no word from Ascalon and his group, the Sky Knight became increasingly worried. Then there was the added weight of having to find the children from the ancient tribes he knew close to nothing about, even after researching them for days straight. Most of the folks in the castle had not noticed his behavior was just a tad bit off save for two people: Hana and Sakura. Subaki had been able to give excuses or dance away from them with his words, feeling guilty afterwards but relieved he didn't need to explain the insanity that was quickly becoming his life.
Speaking of said insanity, tonight was the night he was certain that he would get answers or die trying. All records of his family, as he had discovered, were altered or buried with his grandparents. Those pertaining to the elemental tribes were damaged and missing pages that had been stolen. Only one record he was able to access while everyone's back was turned gave him a hint as to where this forbidden knowledge would be. At first, he had paled at the thought of breaking into a closed off gravesite, one guarded and off limits except for times of emergencies. However, as all of his other sources turned up with nothing, he made his choice, the very one that had him here hiding in the shadows, clothed in all black ninja attire to avoid being spotted.
In the split second between the swapping of guards he silently dropped from a nearby tree and scurried un the tall stone walls surrounding the "White Crane Crypt", the location where the first king and queen of Hoshido were laid to rest. Once behind the cold barrier he pressed himself into the shadows and listened as the two people chatted quietly, mumbling about how they hated working here because of the energy, how sometimes they could hear singing and the sounds of water when no sources were near. Taking their words in the once perfect Sky Knight nodded to himself and, with a calming breath, threw a pebble he had stowed on himself into the trees not too far away, alerting the guards and causing them to approach the noise. While they were fretting over nothing he slinked to the doors and slipped past them without a trace or sound, closing the heavy stone behind himself to conceal the truth.
Velvety darkness greeted him when he turned and face the home of the dead royals, smothering all that rest inside this chilled crypt. Suppressing a cough and the urge to light a torch Subaki cautiously reached for the nearest wall and used it to guide himself down the slick stone steps, crouching down some so as to avoid any webs or wires; he wasn't too sure which one he would encounter here. Both possibly.
[Castle Shirasagi- Leo and Hinoka- 1am]
Landing with a huff the tired pair waited in the front courtyard for the approaching guards to reach them, Leo leaning some on Hinoka. They hobbled together through the doors and onward, looking for any of their siblings so they might let them know what plans had been set into motion. It was when they reached a pair of guards that they asked where their siblings were rooming, soon finding out that both older brothers were gone. Immediately the pair questioned if Camilla had left too, sighing when they heard she and the other royal children were still residing in the building. From there they set off to the lavender-haired princess's room, knowing she should be the first to hear any news.
Stopping at the door Leo joking asked, "Should I knock or should we just say Lon's name a couple of times and see if it wakes her?"
"Oh Leo, stop being a punk. We both know she'd probably respond if we said his full name once. Go on and knock." Hinoka chuckled, rolling her eyes as he obliged.
It was a moment later that the door slid open to reveal a very sleepy princess, hair tangled and in disarray, yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. A few seconds and heavy blinks later Camilla stared at the two and, in a confused and drowsy voice, asked, "Are you two okay? What's happening?"
"Oh sis, uh, a lot is happening. And more importantly, Lon needs your help. He needs everyone." Leo told her, chuckling some before stepping into the room to explain things to her as best as he could.
[Port Town- Ascalon and company]
Sunlight shined brilliantly through the old beads of the bracelet, reflecting the rays and showing that even through all he had seen and been through the bonds he had remained strong. Still, sighing heavily, Ascalon gazed at them, and reminisced about the good days that were now gone. Distance also didn't help how much he missed her, or any of the other for that point. She was his partner in crime though! The one he'd always gotten into trouble with and sprinted from palace guards with, especially when they had been caught stealing snacks for George. Behind him he heard the dragon huff and make a sound somewhere between exasperation and annoyance, giving a big snuff afterwards. Rolling his eyes the Draco Knight tsked and stood, dusting the dirt off his pants as he turned to face his companion.
"Uh huh buddy. Got something to say?" Lon asked him, resting his hands on his hips and staring his best friend down.
George did in fact have much to say and managed to do so by simply narrowing his eyes, gazing at the bracelet, and then looking back to the young man. A moment passed before the general gave a large "ugh" and threw his arms in the air, saying that he knows he needs to talk to her and brooding alone and missing her won't fix anything. Then, right on cue, Ascalon ranted about how there were more important things at hand besides his emotions and wants, explaining that things will probably crash and burn, across all countries, if they didn't fix these escalating issues soon. Breathing a heavy sigh the dragon simply watched the man talk himself into an anxiety fueled spiral, listing off all of the things the group still knew so little about and how he had no idea as to where he should look for answers, the horrifying fact that a shade of Arete fought him, he was struck with lightning, spoke with an ancient dragon. This spew of tumbled words and concerns went on until the George calmly walked over and tripped the man, pinning him to the ground under one of his large paws, and waited.
Two minutes passed as Ascalon struggled, growled and tried futilely to move the weight, giving up with a half shout, and then pouting until he had calmed. Quietly he muttered, "You are right bud, trust me, but we both know there's a lot that I need to figure out and survive first before I can even plan a future."
At this George tapped the breastplate the Draco Knight wore, the black armor of his father, setting him straight with a deep and thoughtful glance.
"I know…I remember what he told me. I think about his and mom's words every single day, especially since things have become more insane. Part of me thinks they're the only reason I've survived…to make them proud…do you think they would be boy? Do think they'd be proud of you and me?"
George, seeing the rare stray tear escape his boy's eye, nodded and lifted the paw, settling down on the ground and curling around him to give a hug. Ascalon hugged him back, breathing harshly as he fought so hard to stay composed. He always had to now; so many people relied on him. No, countries relied on him now, and if he failed then they would lose everything. The weight was heavy and dragged him down at times. Yet now, with his buddy curled about him and warming his body and soul, he could keep on holding it.
Azura, who had been searching far and wide for her brother in the early morning gloom, savored the smell of the salt air, knowing they were close to the port where everyone should at last be meeting up. Reaching the top of a small hill she spotted the pair, huddled into one another sweetly in a field of tall willowy grass that swayed with the wind. A small smile settled on her lips as she gazed for only a moment, trekking down to them quietly and listening to the Draco Knight talk in his native tongue to the dragon, listening happily to the responses.
Once near she cleared her throat to gently let them know she was there, giggling some as they were both still surprised at her arrival. Rolling over onto his back George gave a low groan, waiting for belly rubs and snuffing happily when she walked over and gave him some. Ascalon stood next to her, smirking as the great dragon acted the same as a pleased puppy, whining whenever she stopped and looking dolefully at her in hopes to gain more attention.
"He missed you it seems. What are you doing up so early anyway? Usually it's nigh impossible to wake you up before noon." Ascalon asked, scratching under George's chin.
"Well, everyone wanted to get into town before all of the ships departed for the day, and to also eat good food. No offense but a lot of the team does not know how to cook…you included." Azura told him, teasing him and laughing when he stared dumbstruck at her.
"Rude! Also, my cooking is just fine thank you."
"Sure thing. Is boiled boots your specialty?"
"Ha ha, you are sooooooo funny. You're like, ridiculous. Oh my gods I can't even handle those comedy levels. Rip me."
"Oh no, I've killed the worlds only hope…oh wait that's Corrin."
Blinking several times, the Draco Knight could only blankly gaze in offense, taking a moment before he frowned deeply and said, "Alrighty Georgie. We're throwing her into the ocean. Let's go."
Feigning terror Azura dramatically threw her hand across her forehead, crying, "Please have mercy oh powerful one!"
"…Naaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh. Your time has come. Go on."
"But, I was going to buy you breakfast…and snacks."
"Fiiiiiiinnnneeee. You get to live this time. Come on you two let's get back to the others before Felicia sets them on fire." Lon joked as he began walking back to camp.
"Well, she already managed to do that. She slightly toasted Elina's skirt." Azura told him as she joined him, giggling at his unfazed but exhausted expression.
At camp everyone was hustling and busying themselves, packing things and giving them to Lilith so she could return them to their part of the astral plain. The small dragon was still unsure as to why they still spent some nights camping and some in their temporary pocket home, nodding as Kaze explained that it was important to keep track of where they were in the world and that camping was fun at times. Calming and something to help the group bond and recharge mentally, even the shenanigans that some of the people here got into.
While they spoke over there, Kagero and Xander reviewed maps and charted the trail the group would take, finding the fastest route and then examining how risky it was. Saizo was grumpily assisting Hayato with disassembling a tent, a thousand-yard stare clear on his face the entire time and the kid spoke about how things were so annoying and frustrating. Gunter cared for his horse, keeping the dangerous Felicia nearby him, while Corrin and Reina cleaned a few items and swiftly packed most of the camp up. Elina, who was a little more tense than usual, chatted with Kaden who was showing her how soft his fur was and the care routine he had for it.
Once Ascalon approached with Azura and George everyone paused and greeted him with a cheery 'good morning'. He gave a small smile and returned it before asking how close to being packed they were. After that was said he went on to explain that once in town the group needed to lay low some as there was the chance of enemies being there searching for them. He was going to first get into contact with the circus/rebel members that were waiting for him at the local tavern, hoping they'd have an update for him on Iago and Garon's plans and movements. Next was delegating who would chart the ships and where they were going to get on to reach Cheve.
Eventually he left that to Azura, Corrin, and Reina, trusting the three of them to be able to properly coordinate everything. Kagero, Xander, Saizo, and Kaze were to watch the city sneakily and see if they could find any suspicious people, as that would take away how much time they could spend there. Gunter was in charge of the rest of the group and given the chore of keeping the others out of trouble, to which many of them replied that they would never cause such issues. Lon fixed each of the with a steady gaze, daring them to push on the subject of not being danger-magnets, and was internally pleased when none did.
Plan formed and ready they all took off to the city, telling George to go fly into the mist and stay hidden on the beach until the come for him or Ascalon called. Giving his best friend a kiss on the snoot he sent him away and changed into more casual garb, to keep a low profile, separating from the bunch the instant they were inside the city. The sneaky team was next to dip out and then the group getting the ship. Gunter, already tired of these crazy youngsters, drearily gazed at them and sighed as Kaden was already going for food, dragging Elina and everyone else along. Today he was not a soldier; he was a nanny.
Sitting on a dock where the stench of salt and brine hung in the air Ascalon ducked into the tavern, pressing himself to the side as a burly drunkard tripped and stumbled on by. He watched for only a moment before stepping inside and taking in the poor lighting, relieved that his features could be obscured by the shadows if needed. From there he acted as if he were a regular, blending in quickly and soon being lost to the sea of intoxicated sailors and workers, sliding and slinking over to the bar where he found a comfy stool. He took up perch and ordered a drink, eyeing the barkeep as he went about. It was when a familiar and reassuring symbol caught his eye that he knew he could speak some.
"So keep, how's life treating you? Keeping the fire burning strong and brightly?" He asked as his drink was set down, head down some but still able to see the sliver of surprise.
Folding his arms and resting them on the wooden bar he shrugged and replied, "For now, although many are drinking like the world is gonna end. To whom do I have the honor of chatting with today?"
"Eh, my friends call me Firespitter. Yourself?"
"…Coda." He told him quietly. Keeping the same relaxed stance he spoke in a hushed tone, "Back room, fake lock on the door, ten minutes." After that the man scooped up an empty mug left nearby and began cleaning it, subtly tilting his head towards a hallway, whistling the ancient hymn that was the rebels theme.
Lon, nodding and keeping to himself, stole a few sly glances about himself, checking that the coast was clear for him to step back into the hall that had been motioned to. When the timing was right he got up, drink still in hand as if he were still a normal patron, and he slunk to the shadows in a blink as two others almost began a brawl, stalking away from one another once he was long gone.
Down in the dusty hall Ascalon found the door with the convincing faux lock on it, removing a circus coin all members kept on themselves and pressing it into the bottom of the device. A small click and he was in the clear as he stepped inside the room, squinting through the dreadful lighting while trying to make out anything. It was cramped with a cozy feel, as if it had been used for refuge many times and lived in, a bed in the way back with a cabinet on the wall next to it, nightstand worn and having seen better days. Snug in the corner next to the door was a table with papers and maps strewn about, looking as if they had been abandoned until recently.
Ascalon gained no more info as the door was unlocked and the keep stepped inside, suspiciously glaring at him with disbelief but also a small hidden spark of hope. Locking the door behind him he set his coin and a knife on the table. Knowing this routine, to show there was no harm intended, he also set down the coin and the two knives he had on him, waiting patiently until the man eased only a smidge.
"You're one of us but you're using a name that went dark. Who are you really?" He asked, ready to fight still if needed.
Sighing Ascalon nodded, realizing word still hadn't reached everyone he was alive. Carefully lowering the hood, he looked the barkeep in the eyes and said, "My fire isn't out, and neither is the rebellion. Actually, it's already begun."
[White Crane Crypt- Subaki]
He had been walking slowly through darkness for what felt like an eternity, running his hand numbly against the wall as he went, questioning so much about his life, the gods, the universe. Why had there been so many gods when all he had ever known was two. A good few of the were beyond foreign in appearance and the symbols associated with them were odd and new. Only when Subaki was certain he was going blind did a faint hint of light slip into the consuming shadows about him. Pausing and unsure he took a deep breath, closing his eyes and then re-opening them when he heard what sounded like singing and the sound of water.
Heart pounding, breath shuddering, and palms sweating he swallowed his fear and proceeded down, eyeing the source of illumination while he did, perplexed as it gaze a soft blue glow, wavering some and casting a ripple effect on the walls. Only when his feet became cold did he notice that he had somehow managed to step into a pool of water so deceptive it had looked like more stairs. Upon realizing this he looked about, trying to figure out what was glowing or lit, wading through the calf deep chilling liquid and soon noticing the stone coffins were also nowhere to be seen.
Frustration growing, he continued walking hardly noticing the deepening levels as he circled the middle. Painted on the walls in graceful flight were the white cranes, signifying royalty, yet there were no bodies nor tombs to be found. Water up to his chest at the edge of the very center, Subaki covered his face with his hands and tried desperately to hold back the scream of frustration and pain he had in his throat. The embarrassment of being wrong. Muttering to himself his foot slipped and he felt the floor vanish, surprising him and earning a quickly muffled yelp.
Eyes struggling to see through the gentle ripples eventually caught sight of an opening in the water, a tunnel that would lead somewhere. To the coffins or his demise he wasn't sure, but he knew he would never know if he didn't tried. He had already failed too much in life anyways so he truly could not do that now. The Pegasus knight had to be and would be perfect. Reassuring himself he told himself quietly things would be fine, nodding to hype himself up, and then dove down after a deep breath.
To say the water was bone-chilling would be an understatement and possible an insult to just how truly, deeply cold the depths were. The numbing sensation consumed him within seconds, deadening his nerves and senses save for sight. He felt this deathly frost go down to his soul, almost choking him without even needing a physical form. Further he went though, pushing himself to the limits and then some, praying that what he was searching for would be on the other side.
Just as his final senses began to dim and flicker in and out, he saw a light, one calling to him on many levels, tugging him onwards and encouraging him to make it that last stretch. It grew closer, warmer, and soon his head was out of the shadows, lungs burning and eyes stinging. Gasping like a fish out of the sea Subaki sputtered and spat out any water in his mouth, limbs shaking uncontrollably as he dragged himself onto the small piece of land near him, unaware of the cold stone pressing into his back. All he could do for minutes was breath and let feeling return, wincing at the stabbing pinpricks that were his nerves learning to function again. Minutes dragged before he raised his head, pushing the soaked hair from his face, eyes adjusting to the peculiar tomb and lighting.
With a grunt and huff he shakily rose to his feet, too tired to be bothered at the fact that his legs were shaking some and showing he was worn down. Subaki gazed upon the twin alabaster coffins, simply existing and breathing, ignoring all of the thoughts that screamed at him how wrong this was. Surly the gods would forgive him for this crime as it was in search for knowledge to help him on the task they ever so graciously bestowed upon him…well the Resounding One specifically. He dreaded what the answer inside may be but, steeling his nerves, he whispered an apology to the dead and pushed off the lid just enough to look inside.
At first he searched and scanned the fine dressed skeleton, hoping to find the pages he so dearly hoped for, begged for, needed to have exist, were there. Yet the seconds ticked on and he quickly open the other pale coffin, panic rising as he found no missing pages in either one. No, all that was discovered was an old note, written ages ago for the poor soul that even went through so much to find it. At this moment, when all of the consequences for his actions began surging into his thoughts, the once proud knight grabbed the paper hastily and crumpled to his knees, silently sobbing as he read the few words to himself. Never in his life had he been more lost, confused, and ashamed. This night burned itself into his heart and mind.
"Dear reader, I apologize that you have come all this way for nothing. The information in those papers were too dangerous to keep in this world so they were burnt and the ashes burnt again. There is one, and only one, that holds this information. Find the Dragon, complete his task, and perhaps he shall tell you. Good luck."
[Castle Shirasagi- Camilla, Hinoka, Leo]
"They're going to the port town near those two places? Are you certain?" Camilla asked, antsy and fidgeting with her hands. While she enjoyed being here at the palace she was restless and eager to see her friends and family again…and Ascalon and Georgie of course.
"Yes, we're more than sure. Besides, if Ascalon said he'll be somewhere he'll be there. He needs everyone's help though and…gods he is so stressed sis. He hides it well but thankfully I know him better than he does. From what I understand the group is going to try and find someone who may know what's going on." Leo explained, sipping down some of the tea that had been brought in an hour ago.
"Okay, we're bringing everyone with us or just me and my retains…as well as yours?"
Leo paused for a moment before looking to Hinoka, who shrugged and answered, "I figured we should bring as many able bodies as we can. Things are going to only get tougher from here on out and it would be pointless to leave help behind. We can ask my mother if she's willing to let Orochi travel with us as well since Yukimura will be here to keep her safe."
"Good plan. For now let's rest up so we can tell Queen Mikoto the news in the morning and then head out. There isn't much time to spare unfortunately." Leo agreed, adding on his part and finishing is drink.
Camilla, thrilled to be heading out, nodded and ushered the pair off to bed, returning to her own once they were gone. Happily she plopped down into the mattress and stared at the ceiling, almost too excited to fall back asleep. Right before drifting off again she promised herself that the first thing she would do when she saw her man was sit him down and explain how she felt, running through the many different ways the conversation could go until she was snoring.
Elsewhere Leo grumbled as Hinoka helped him lay down, chastising him for being so rough on himself and his still recovering injuries. He rolled his eyes, telling her he would be alright, earning a simple 'uh-huh' as a response. Once he was all set she began setting up her own separate place to sleep, pausing when she caught him starring in confusion.
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Is your wound-" She started, cut off by his own question.
"Why are you sleeping over there? There's room here. Did I do something wrong?" Leo asked, voice quieting at the last part.
"Uh…no, I just didn't want to…I'm not sure how others would react if they found us together. We're from opposing sides and while many are accepting I'm uncertain about others."
"…And if we were to further this relationship would you keep me in the dark? Where Nohrians belong?"
"NO! I just…I don't know. The fact that Ryoma had to give up Ascalon because he was a man and from Nohr makes me afraid of what may happen to you, to us, if they found out. I can't lose you but I don't want to lose my home. I'm scared and I don't like it." She explained to him, wrapping her arms around herself.
"Hinoka, I understand that fear. I have to deal with it eventually too…but I could care less about what some ignorant and blind people say about me." He told her, dragging himself from the bed and scooting over to her. Putting his hands on her shoulders gently he continued with, "The world is changing and so are we. I've learned so much in just the past few years, seen many things, and know that I have grown strong enough to keep my home and my love. No one will take that from me. Not some old politicians, not and weapons of war, nor any silent gods. And I won't let anyone or thing take it from you."
"That's a lot of stuff to fend off for just a girl. You sure it's worth the danger?"
"Positive. Besides, she's not just any girl, and I know she'll always have my back, no matter what. We promised that to each other."
Smiling and wiping away a stray tear she let down her arms and pulled him close, resting her head on his and muttering, "Sorry for being a fool. I'll never hide you from my world or life…I promise."
"Good. I promise you the same…and ask you help me back to bed."
"Oh geez. You know you're lucky you're cute. C'mon hot stuff."
[Port Town- Next Day- Ascalon and company]
The group relaxed in the room Lon had gotten for himself…you know so he could relax and clear his thoughts on his own. Yet here he was, watching as Kaden was being a giant pillow for the team and had Elina, Felicia, Azura, and Hayato all snuggling on him for an afternoon nap. Gunter had come in shortly after, searching for his band of troublemakers, relieved to find them asleep, and proceeded to take a nap in the armchair near the window. Close to ten minutes later Xander and Kaze came in to argue a point against Saizo, who grumpily tailed them as well as an exasperated Kagero. Once they had gotten an answer they decided to rework things in the other corner of his room, explaining that it would be a hassle to go all the way back to their hidden training area without a solid plan. Lastly Reina and Corrin joined in five minutes after, asking for help sharpening weapons and if they could borrow his tolls to fix some of their arrows. Giving up on having some solidarity Lon tiredly looked at them and nodded, gesturing to his things, muttering a 'Help yourself. What's mine is apparently everyone's'. The confused pair proceeded to quietly carry out their activities, laughing and snorting as they made jokes about many subjects including Gunter's snores.
Thirty minutes passed before Lon left to go on a walk and clear his head, telling Kaze to hold down the fort since he's the most responsible one there. Walking out as the ninja snickered, he went down the stairs and put his hood up, nodding to Coda on the way out as he snuck though the back door. The man returned the gesture, smiling some and continuing his work. From there the Draco Knight went on his way, letting himself disappear into the city where no-one knew he was there, or alive. Many people whispered and voiced their concerns since the leader of the rebellion was dead.
It was as Coda had told him though, explaining that due to the tense situations and difficulties with news traveling many people in the south and most of Nohr believed him to be dead. The underground country was doing all it could to remain hidden but even then people weren't betting their money on it being safe until things blew over. No, many were fleeing to Hoshido and leaving their old life behind, gaining new identities, homes, jobs. Lord Ryoma had apparently passed through here charting a ship to Cheve to assist rebels in said city but with the increase in dangerous enemies things aren't looking great. All in all, the world is going to hell and there's not much of a way he can tell anyone it's gonna be okay. So he silently bought a snack and sat on the beach, grouchily grumbling about how he should have been faster and just killed that blasted god when he had the chance.
Still, not much could be done until at least Garon was taken care of…well the puppet he now is. That's another thing he thought about all the time and once again was back to. Is the old King Garon still int there somewhere, trapped behind all the filth that is the Silent One's corruption? Could he possible bring him out of it? About ten years ago he was a healthy, handsome, and sane man. Then Arete died and slowly he began to change. It was just before he kidnapped Corrin that he declined rapidly and turned old and gray, like the life was sucked out of him. All these thoughts were enough to make the Draco Knights head hurt, although he totally believed it to be a brain freeze from the treat he ate all too quickly.
Groaning a little he put a hand to his head, stomping his foot down some as the chill wouldn't leave. Sighing in relief when it passed he flopped back into the sand and gazed at the clouds. Hopefully at some point his life will calm down and be normal. Maybe he'll have a farm. Yeah that'd be good, and he can have a fat barn cat and ducks, some cows, probably chickens. The most daunting task of the day would be to clean up after them. Ah, that'd be the life.
His pleasant daydream was interrupted by the sound of people exclaiming and arguing, some panicking, all noises of bad news. Sitting up and spitting out his hair as well as sand he listened closely to what was being said and felt his heart skip a good few beats. Garon was nearby and sending troops to take this port and stop any ships trying to leave. Worse, the soldiers would be here by tomorrow.
Kicking up sand and scrambling to his feet Ascalon raced through the town to the docks, not even caring that his hood few down nor the awestruck stares he got. All that mattered was letting Camilla and the others know to not come here and to get the others out quickly. He stormed down the roads until he reached the harbor master who could only gaze at him in amazement, mouth hanging open like a stranded fish on land. The oblivious general didn't notice as he flipped his hair out of the way and composed himself quickly.
"Sorry to bother you but I just heard some bad news and need help. My group and I were to chart a ship once the rest of us arrived, but we need to leave today. Uh, I'm sure that will probably cost extra and be an inconvenience but it's vital that we leave. Also I need to send your fastest messenger to Castle Shirasagi…sir? Sir?" He explained, confused at the end as he found the baffled expression gazing back at him. Looking around himself he found everyone else in the vicinity was wearing a similar face, some people beginning to cry as well. "Ah. Well…shit."
"You're alive? You're actually alive and here!" The Harbor Master shouted joyfully.
"I won't be if I get caught. Troops are coming to inspect this place, possibly hold it, tomorrow. Normally I'd stay and help but I need to get somewhere quickly and can't afford for anyone to find out I was here. There are allies to the cause in this town and the rebellion has started. You all know what to do."
"Of course we do! Now, you needed a ship and a message sent, right sir?"
Smiling Ascalon nodded and wrote out what he needed to say, addressing it to Camilla, and sent it off with a heavy sigh. From there he set up the new ship and passage information, thanking the man and reaching for his coin purse only to be stopped as the man told him it wasn't necessary. Him fighting and being alive was payment enough. After that he was shooed away to go get his team while the people on the docks rushed to prep the ship for departure. Pausing Ascalon nodded and quickly slapped some coins on the counter anyways, bolting for the tavern like his life depended on it. It might.
[Subaki- Castle Shirasagi- Day After Break-In]
Sitting by a pond the Sky Knight felt drained. His eyes were still sore from the shameful amount of tears he had shed and he gripped the note in his left hand still. Leaving the crypt had been the most painful exit in his entire life and he had spent the night outside, internally crying out to the elusive god why he was going through this, only to receive no answer. Not a soul spoke to him that night and he watched the sun rise high into the sky, contemplating what all of this secrecy, this pain, had been about. What was trying to be achieved? Normally he was so good, perfect, at reading situations and knowing how to solve them yet this time, this time, he had met his match. Worse it was one he could not speak of either.
Now he sat in silence and debated many things, his heritage, his purpose, how flawed he truly was. It wasn't something he liked facing. Nor were his parents now that he thought about it. Throughout all of his life all he had ever wanted from them their approval, for them to be proud of him just once. Yet they never truly were. Not once. They always wanted more from him, claiming he could be better, he had to be better. Perfect. And for a while he was, hiding away any small mistakes he would make or reprimanding himself for them. Sometimes not in the best of ways. He knew how to hide scars, to lie, to feign that everything would be alright. The best thing he could do, the one thing he actually perfected in life, was lying. He could do it no matter the situation, the consequences, the things at stake. As long as the world saw him as the embodiment of perfection he would lie his life away.
However, as he sat defeated and watched the fish happily swim, free of all the weight he carried, he asked himself why he couldn't do that too. Why can't he be free and be himself? Surely the world couldn't hate him anywhere near as much as he hates himself? Their words couldn't sting more than the blades he would use on his legs, shoulders, his back. Nor the words he said to himself every time he failed or didn't meet perfection. That awful word. That word that ruled his life and mind. He wanted to be free and robbing an ancient and sacred grave is what it took for him to realize it.
Basking a little longer in the sunlight he rose to his feet and stared at the horizon, knowing what he needed to do and who to face. It couldn't be worse than himself, but it sure came close. He was strong though, strong enough to stop lying to the world and himself. And that, in the end, is the most important thing. With a deep breath and release of it he spun on his heel, still in the damp clothes he snuck around in, and marched to his home nearby. He would get the information he needed, and the closure he deserved.
[The Swift Blade- Ascalon and Company]
Sighing in relief Ascalon rested his arms on the ship's railing and watched the water, heart panging as he had to delay meeting with the others again. He was also concerned for the citizens of the port town, how safe they'd be, if they would live or be more lives lost for the cause. Georgie was below deck in the large cargo hold, grumpy as well, munching on apples every so often. The rest of the group found was to busy themselves as there wasn't much to do. Elina and Kaden were playing card games on the upper deck, giggling and laughing at the others jokes and comments. Corrin, Reina, Azura, and Gunter were training and running through their forms and stances. Felicia had been tasked with not getting hurt or breaking anything. Hayato was helping in the kitchen and the ninjas and Xander were handling the sails and rigging as it was good practice for them to test their balance.
It was the end of the day and the sun was beginning to set low into the horizon, casting an array of colors across the sky. Admiring the view Lon gazed a moment longer before he noticed something was off. There was a chill in the air and while that's normal for being out at sea, this was far from what would be expected. He turned his head from the stars to the air before him and found quickly approaching ships, as well as a chilled fog accompanying them.
"Fuuuuucccckkkkkk! EVERYONE WE HAVE COMPANY! READY YOURSELVES! NON-COMBATANTS BELOW DECK!" He shouted as he dashed over to the wooden hatch that covered where Georgie and Reina's bird were being kept.
Just as he lifted it up and opened the hold the numbing ice rolled in, freezing not just the ship but the ocean itself, creating a discomforting mist everywhere. Across on one of the enemy ships Lon watched as a familiar bunch of figures revealed themselves somberly, making it clear who caused this. The one with the coldest expression spoke, her blue hair blending in with the environment.
"General Ascalon and company, you have all been found guilty of treason and are to be executed back in the royal capital. You can either come quietly or resist and be dealt with. Your choice." The familiar voice of Flora said, most of the pain in her voice hidden well.
Felicia, who had raced to stand next to Ascalon, gazed at her sibling and asked with a cracking voice, "Flora why are you doing? You know this isn't right! It'll only bring more pain!"
"He has our tribe! All of them. If I don't then they die. I'm sorry sister…this is how it has to be."
Corrin, standing next to Felicia and putting a hand on her shoulder replied, "You know we're not going to hand ourselves over. There's no point to this."
At this another figure spoke up, causing the prince to catch his breath and pause. Speaking loudly and sadly he said, "We know. We just wanted to talk with you first before we lost our chance. Sorry for the crappy reunion friend."
"Silas…no."
Ascalon, furious at the situation, turned to the others and quietly said, "Don't kill anyone unless necessary. These are our friends and…we'll find a way through this. We can't earn peace by harming the innocent, even if they are the ones pitted against us. Once we subdue everyone we need to learn where they're keeping the Ice Tribe so we can free them. Let's go!"
At this the team nodded and hurried off to do all they could, knowing this would be one hell of a fight. Of course, they had faced some tough stuff already so how bad could this be?
The answer was bad. Very much so. While they were all fighting and not aiming to kill the other side was gunning for blood. Every person held grief but determination in their eyes, pain and disgust, and the hope to see another day and their loved ones. People were scattered and struggling, all trying their best. Felicia had gone on her own though to seek out her sister, viciously knocking out all who got in her way and ignoring the angry tears that stung her face. She wasn't going to let a mad king take her family. Not today and not any day she had a heart beating in her chest. Corrin and Reina went to handle Silas and his blond ally with and axe, teaming up smoothly. Gunter managed to get over to handle the reluctant butler and armored giant, expertly deflecting the many blows they rained upon him.
Ninjas up on the sails hurled their weapons across the frozen skies and leapt on the flying foes, downing them as safely as they could. Kaden and Elina covered the mages and some of the archers, as well as ground units, gaining encouragement and vigor from Azura who stuck near them. Lastly Ascalon zipped through the air or George, dashing to wherever he was needed, rapidly swapping between his bow and lance, having his best friend slowly melt some of the thick ice.
Slowly but surely they were winning, even as the effort took it's toll on everyone. In a moment of quiet Ascalon watched as Felicia faced her sister, standing strong and saying that this wasn't the right way and giving flora one last chance to give up and join them. The blue haired sister refused, claiming there was too much at risk, and began to fight. As he watched the pair, heart wrenching and waiting to see if his friend needed back up, he failed to see the soldier with a javelin below him take aim and throw.
The shout came a moment too late for his exhausted brain and when he looked over all he could do was say, "Fuck me."
It struck him high on the shoulder, not doing too much aside from pushing him back violently, for sure leaving a bruise, and tearing the strap that held on the armor on his upper arm and shoulder. The impact knocked him clean from the saddle though and for a moment everything was slow and beautiful in the icy world he tumbled through. A plucky archer tried to shoot him on his way down too, missing him by centimeters and only tearing off his eyepatch instead of killing him. Just as he thought he got lucky the world sped up way too quickly and the dense ice met him with a harsh thwack, as well as a few cracks.
Gasping he tried to keep from screaming, unsure exactly what was hurt until he saw the unprotected arm was a jumbled mess. Curses leaked through his clenched teeth as he writhed on the ice, struggling to stand and failing as he was just in too much pain, blinded by it. Hazily he watched, with some trouble, as Felicia beat Flora, knocking her sister out and crying as she cradled her in her arms, promising to save their tribe, their family and home. And for a moment there was a breath of relief from him as that issue was solved. And then the ice started melting. Quickly.
Slipping on the slick surface Lon pushed himself unsteadily to his feet and tried to make it to the ship in time, heart racing and body screaming 'no' the entire way. For a moment it seemed like he would just make it. Almost. So close and yet so far. When he made it to the front of the ship he slipped and fell, knocking his head against the wood, and effectively knocking himself out and tumbling against the side of the vessel and the many nets that hung down.
Weeeeeeeeelllllllllll hey I am alive…barely. Sorry for the wait everybody, kinda haven't had much free time until now. Hope you enjoy this chapter. I will attempt to update within the next month or so. Thank you for being patient. Until next time!