THIS EXTRA DOES NOT IMPACT THE MAIN STORY IN ANY WAY. IT ALSO MAY OR MAY NOT BE CANON DEPENDING ON YOUR CHOICE.
Deciding on pronouns for this extra was a NIGHTMARE.
Extra VI - GET BENT
Marcus felt a piercing headache, it impeded him as he tried to concentrate on his task of weapons maintenance. With the Plegia threat looming over, weapons have been on high demand, for dukes to arm their levies and for the mercenaries to restock. He massages his forehead as he tried to examine all the weapons in the shelves. Mikah notices this and says.
"Are you okay Marcus?"
"Just… a piercing headache. I suddenly woke up with one for no apparent reason."
"Have you been staying up late reading again?"
"Maybe…" Marcus replied with a tinge of embarrassment.
"You shouldn't be doing that Marcus! You're supposed to take care of your body!" Mikah chided before saying. "Go to Anna's apothecary and ask for some of her special medicine."
"Won't she charge me for that?"
"Well you brought this upon yourself! Might as well pay for it!" Mikah replied harshly. "Go to Anna's place during lunch break!"
Marcus couldn't argue with that logic, so he endures the morning until lunch. He heads to Anna's apothecary, which was conveniently placed outside the store. Anna stood by the counter and greeted him.
"Marcus! What can I do for you?"
"Err, do you have any medicine for my headache?"
"Of course! Just let me grab some of my special tonic from the cauldron! It's freshly brewed, you know!"
Marcus rolled his eyes at this, Anna had maybe said this for the 100th time since that was all he heard her announce in the morning. Anna grabs the ladle and goes over to the cauldron. She pours some of the brew into a gourd and hands it to Marcus.
"Here you go! Freshly brewed remedy!"
"Should I take this right now?"
"Only if you want to feel drowsy." Anna replied with a hint of snark. "That'll be sixty gold."
"You said fifty when you were advertising."
"Awww, fine." Anna pouted.
Marcus had doubts about this girl due to her dishonest and money-oriented behavior. But Mikah says she's got good intentions, so that's good enough for Marcus. Before he could leave, Anna stops him saying.
"Hey Marcus, do you by any chance know those muscular men who work for the Shepherds?"
"You mean the Danes?"
"Yeah! Them! Do you happen to know a man named Skalsen?"
"I cannot say that I have met him. I only talked with Hagen, Felix and Rune. Why do you wish to meet this "Skalsen"?
"Well you see, Skalsen came over just the other day to use the forge. He said that he only came for weapon maintenance and bought a few ingots. But I then noticed him hammering away in the forge and I saw him forging a steel sword. He left the sword out to cool while he attended to his own business. A nobleman came in to buy some weapons. The noble noticed Skalsen's sword and asked to buy it, remarking on how it looked very well-made and sturdy. Skalsen insisted that it was not for sale, saying that he forged the sword for himself, and that was when I saw Skalsen's potential for business."
"And how is this is supposed to be my concern?"
"You know how much that man was offering for Skalsen?"
"Should I even care—" Marcus tried to comment, but was completely cut off.
"He offered five THOUSAND gold for FOUR quality weapons! That's one thousand two hundred fifty gold for each weapon! He even offered DOUBLE if Skalsen could add those small engravings that were on his sword! He's offering as much as Large Bullion for four measly weapons!"
"Okay… Does that not seem a bit frivolous?"
"Let the frivolous be frivolous! What I want is Skalsen to give me a steady supply of high-quality weapons so that I may earn even BIGGER profit!"
"Well you will have to accomplish that by yourself." Marcus replied, though Anna didn't seem to hear him as he saw her eyes sparkle at the prospect of such fortune.
Marcus slips away and leaves Anna to daydream about her fortune. Anna's breaks off her trance to see Marcus gone.
"Blast it! I should have asked him more about Skalsen and the Danes!" she cursed while heading back to her cauldron.
She heads to the nearby cauldron and notices something on the above shelf.
"Wait, why is that flask knocked over?"
Anna climbs the ladder to see that the flask spilled over and was dripping into the cauldron. The same cauldron where Marcus' medicine came from.
"That can't be good, what is this stuff anyway? I have to ask that shady potion guy where he keeps getting these flasks."
Anna reads the bottle, it was titled "THE GENDER-BENDER"
Not satisfied with the way you were born? Then this flask is for you! Rare enchanted herbs and spices in this blend will turn any he into a she and vice versa!
"Uh oh…"
It was finally night and Marcus sat by his bed. He prepares his clothes and takes out the gourd.
"Anna told me that this medicine will make me drowsy, so it's best that I take this before sleeping. Hopefully this damned headache will disappear in the morning."
Marcus pops open the cap and gulps down the remedy and falls asleep.
The cock crows and the sun breaks over the horizon. And soon, light shines into Marcus' room. The bed stirs and Marcus wakes from his slumber.
"That's strange, I feel a bit lighter…"
Marcus then adjusts his sleeves, but realizes that the sleeves were too big for his arms.
"Why are my clothes suddenly so big?"
He then yawns, but instead hearing his deep voice, he could only hear a lighter voice, a feminine one.
"Is that my voice?!"
Marcus frantically takes off the covers to take a look at his body. He sees a small bump in his chest, his skin was much smoother and he could feel his curves.
"No! I must be dreaming! This isn't possible!"
Marcus frantically takes off his clothes, to see that his breasts were authentic. He sees his smaller and softer hands as he tried to remove his clothing. He then bumps the mirror and then looks at his reflection. After calming down from his transformation, Marcus made observations on the female in the mirror. She was beautiful, her female body could make any lady jealous. She had long, flowing jet black hair, it shone under the morning light as Marcus began stroking it, feeling its soft and silky texture. Marcus then hesitated to feel the new chest, amazed at how far his transformation went. He sees his body's waist, seeing that his thighs have become fatter, bringing out Marcus' curves.
"God… I almost look like mother…"
Marcus then immediately shakes his head.
"That doesn't matter right now! I have to change back, and FAST! It must have been something in that remedy! Anna can fix this!"
Marcus then remembers that he's still naked and needs clothes to be able to actually go out. He looks at his present clothes and cursed himself for having to look for smaller clothes.
"Maybe Mikah has some spare trousers and tunics."
He searches the shelves and his cabinet. He throws out the dresses and small-clothes that he did not need. He finds a perfect fit tunic and trousers just for him. He finds a green, long-sleeved tunic that was rather conservative in revealing anything but didn't feel to hide the obvious bump on Marcus' chest. While the trousers were brown and were slim, making Marcus' legs feel a bit snug. He tightens his weapon belt to accommodate his sudden shrinkage in waist size.
As Marcus was fitting everything, he thought.
"I have to be discreet, I don't want anyone to recognize me in this female body."
As he finally was finally going to put on his tunic, the door bursts open, revealing Mikah.
"Rise and shine Mar—"
Mikah briefly pauses to look at the female standing in Marcus' room. She stares at the woman putting on her tunic as they had a brief stare down. The woman then makes a break for it, unintentionally shoving Mikah aside as she ran downstairs and out the door. Mikah froze as she saw Marcus' messy bed, his clothes on the floor, the signs of some physical activity from the room's current condition and that strange woman who was dressing up there. Mikah assumed the worst as she screamed to the heavens.
"YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO MARCUS!"
Marcus pants as he ran to the shop. He really hoped that Mikah didn't recognize him. But he needed to change back quickly. He slams open the shop door and screamed.
"ANNA!"
Anna comes out and says.
"Oh! A new customer! What can I get for a prett—"
Marcus immediately grabs her by the collar and says.
"What the hell was in that potion you gave me!?" the woman screamed.
"M-Marcus? D-Did you really turn into…" Anna muttered in shock.
"What do you mean "Did I really?", you knew about this!"
"I-I'm innocent, I swear!" Anna hastily replied while stuttering. "One of the genderbend potions dripped into the remedy I gave you!"
"I don't want to know how it happened, I want to change back!"
"T-These antidotes take time! If I work on it now, I should have it ready before nightfall!"
"Then start brewing! I can't go around looking like this!"
"You should just stay here for the meanti—"
The door bursts open to reveal Mikah with a paper in her hand.
"Anna! Could I trouble you for a min—"
Mikah sees Marcus' female form and pauses, staring into the woman's eyes. Marcus hoped that Mikah would not recognize him and thankfully, his prayers will be answered.
"Anna, who is this lovely lady?"
"Uh… She's Mar—" she said before being shoved by Marcus. "Marceline! Her name is Marceline."
"Are you flipping serious!?" Marcus thought.
"Um yes! My name is Marceline, but just call me Marcy for short!" 'Marceline' frantically added.
"Mmhm, and what were you doing in the bedroom of my good friend Marcus?" Mikah asked with an aura of bloodlust that Marcus could feel.
"Uh…" was all that Marceline could reply. "I was…"
"Drunk! She was drunk and Marcus didn't know where she lived so he brought her to his bedroom!" Anna added just in time.
"Oh really? Now what did he do to you there?"
"H-He just left me in his bed."
"How about all those clothes scattered on the floor?"
"He uh… helped me dress up?" Marcy added with a bit of uncertainty.
Anna could see a vein pulsing on Mikah's forehead. She had to act now.
"Mikah! Where is that delivery I wanted?" Anna frantically shouted, changing topic and saving Marcus.
Anna then distracts Mikah and hurriedly gestures Marcy to escape while she could. Marcy runs out and tries to find a place to clear her head. Marcy runs to the back of a building and tries to huddle herself to make sure that no one could see her.
"I should be safe here…"
Marcy walks around, hoping to find a way to hide from everyone. She accidentally bumps into someone and quickly apologizes. But she is suddenly pulled away from the crowd.
"What the—"
"Don't worry ma'am, er sir Marcus! I'm not here to hurt ya!" said the purple-haired boy.
"Wait, that strange accent… Donnel! Is that you?"
"Sure is! Anna gave me a heads-up about what's happenin'! Didn' think it was true 'til I saw it myself!"
"Where are you taking me?" Marcy asked.
"To Shepherd HQ of course, you should be safe 'til Anna fixes up that new whatchamacallit for ya!"
"No!" Marcy protested while releasing herself from Donnel's grip. "No one can find out about this!"
"Madam, I mean, Sir Marcus! You might get lost!"
"It's better than everyone finding out about this!"
Marcy runs again, trying to lose Donnel in the crowds, she bumps another person and trips over. She sees a hand offering to pull her up. As she stands up, she realizes that the man who helped her up was Khalid. Khalid also didn't seen to recognize her as he wore a more gentle expression.
"You must be careful madam, there are many hoodlums about, you might get hurt."
"I don't need your help!" Marcy aggressively replied while walking away.
"W-Wait! Did I offend you in some way?"
"Just leave me alone!" Marcy shouted back.
"Is it because I made you fall down madam?" Khalid said while he kept pressing the issue. "I really am sorry for that! It is almost a sin that I had offended a woman!"
"What, because of my good looks?" Marcy asked with snark.
"Such shallow intentions are blasphemous! My mother was a prostitute! I would never treat women like objects!"
Marcy realized that Khalid was sincere with his words. He was truly sorry for inconveniencing her.
"Fine then, you're forgiven, now shoo."
"Allah bless you for your mercy!" Khalid thanked as he walked away.
Marcy keeps walking but then bumps into someone. Marcy sees that she accidentally bumps into Angus and Aiden.
"Oh sorry millady, just passing through!" Angus apologized.
"It's all good, but..." Marcy paused as she looked at Father Aiden, who was being followed by a large crowd of women. "What is with your friend there?"
"Oh, he's quite the looker ain't he? After singing a little for everyone, the townswomen have been so attracted to him."
Aiden notices Marcy and says.
"Hello my child, do you want anything? What's your name?"
"I'm Marcy and I'll just be on my way."
"Okay then, be safe."
Marcy quickly excuses herself from the duo, but she hears Aiden call out.
"Marcy!"
Marcy turns around.
"You're not fooling anyone." Aiden said with a wink, making Marcy realize that Aiden knew.
The wink from Aiden sent the girls into a wilder frenzy, with each one arguing to whom did he wink at.
Marcy then walks through the crowd but feels another person collide with her.
"God, I keep bumping into—"
Marcy realizes that the man that she bumps into this time was Chrom. Chrom was eyeing the sword at her side and also the rosary on her wrist. Chrom puts two and two together and realizes.
"Marcus? Is that you?"
Marcy immediately panics and shoves Chrom into an alley. She pushes him up the wall and says.
"Shhhhhh! Don't let them know that it's me!"
"What happened to you Marcus? Gods, you're completely different!"
"Call me Marcy damnit! I can't use my real name with this female body!" Marcy said before putting her finger on Chrom's face. "You keep this between us okay!? I don't what anyone to know about this."
Chrom grimaced, while looking behind Marcy. He frantically taps Marcy saying.
"Marcy! You might want to let me go!"
"What do you mean? What are you staring at?" said Marcy before turning around. "Oh."
Chrom and Marcy see Sumia and Cordelia staring at them. Sumia wore a horrified and nearly teary eyed expression, while Cordelia wore a calmer expression, though her hands seemed to be shaking.
"Uh Sumia, I can explain!" Chrom said while trying to reach for her.
"N-No need captain… I see what's happening!" Sumia shakily replied before running away in sadness.
Cordelia on the other hand, breaks her lance and gives Chrom and Marcy a smile before walking away.
"Well that was… awkward." Marcy commented.
"Gods will know when Sumia will come around." Chrom said while massaging his forehead. "I hope I get to clear it up with her soon. She's been baking me those pies too…"
"What do we do now?"
"I have to get back to Shepherd HQ and plan for Emmeryn's transfer to the Eastern Palace. I suggest you head there with me."
"No way! Donnel tried taking me there already! Everyone might recognize me!"
"It's better when I'm with you at least! I can cover for you if they ever ask. We got this."
Marcy thought about it and sighed.
"Fine, at least someone can explain on my behalf when we get there."
Chrom and Marcy make the walk back to HQ. As soon as they enter the building, Sully and Vaike come out with a fury.
"Chrom you two-timing bastard!" Sully said accusingly.
"Chrom! What the heck is this stuff about yer secret girlfriend!?" Vaike asked before looking at Marcy. "Is this her?"
"No! I do not have a girlfriend! Who's been spreading that nonsense?" Chrom asked.
"Sumia's been in her room just plucking flower petals, muttering some crap about your marriage!"
"He'll marry her, he won't marry her, he'll marry her, he won't marry her…" Sumia sorrowfully muttered while plucking the hundredth flower from her collection.
"She is NOT my girlfriend!" Chrom clarified. "She is merely a friend of mine coming to visit!"
"But is it truly wise that we bring another stranger here milord?" Frederick asked, while walking in.
"Not now Frederick." Chrom sternly replied.
Marcy sneaks away while Chrom had to deal with the accusations pelted against him. Marcy tries to head to a secluded place like the library. But she accidentally comes across Virion.
"Ah! Another fine maiden! What is your name dear?"
"None of your business."
"Ah! The shy type, do not fret, I am quite a patient—"
Marcy knocks out Virion before he spews any more philandering crap. Marcy tries to go to another room, but accidentally comes in on the girl's room. She sees Lissa, Maribelle and Miriel just chatting, but as soon as they see her, Lissa points to her saying.
"That's her! That's the girl Sumia was talking about!"
Marcy runs away, but Lissa grabs her saying.
"I don't know who you are buster, but I won't let you have my brother with your stupid charms and flirting!"
"What sort of wench would still someone as valiant as our leader?" Maribelle added in while looking at Marcy's chest in envy.
"Her voluptuous figure does signify some form sexual lure used by most harlots." Miriel added in.
Marcy froze in fear as Lissa began to lecture her, but Chrom comes in saying.
"She is NOT my lover! She is just a friend in need of assistance!"
"But Chrom! You can clearly see her intention of flirting with you!"
"Gods Lissa, how many times have I told you, not EVERY woman wants to get with me because I'm the prince!"
"Yeah but still…"
"Milord, you must listen to Lissa!"
She hears someone call her.
"Psst! Sir Marcus!"
Marcy hears the noise coming from the window, she looks to see Donnel rich out the window.
"Donnel!"
"Anna said that the antidote's ready! You better hoof it quick if you wanna change back!"
"Wait!" Marcy hissed. "I have to escape first!"
As Marcy tried to find a viable exit, Chrom comes in saying.
"What's taking so long!?"
"I can't find a way to escape without running into your noisy comrades!"
"There is a way! Though we stopped using it long ago, I think you should climb through the open roof and climb down through the tree next to this building."
Chrom and Marcy ran to the open roof and Marcy said.
"It's too high!"
"How about I give you a boost? I'll grab you by the waist and throw you up, will that work?"
"Let's do it."
Sumia takes a peek out her door to see a nightmarish picture. She saw Chrom hold the woman by her waist and asks.
"Ready?"
The woman puts her hands on Chrom's shoulders.
"Do it."
That was when Sumia closed the door, as she couldn't bear to know what the woman and Chrom were going to do next.
Chrom successfully throws up Marcy and Marcy successfully climbs up to the roof and climbs down to the outside. She makes a run for Anna's shop.
"Anna! Is your brew ready!?"
"Yes! And I also have your clothes in the dressing room!"
Anna hands Marcy the gourd and she runs to the dressing room to finally change back.
Marcus takes a walk home, exhausted from his ordeal with sex change.
"God knows I'll never buy remedy from Anna again!"
Marcus sees the moon at its height and realizes that it was already late. He runs back to the shop, to only see Mikah blushing again.
"Oh God NO!"
He sees that her choice of clothing has changed. Her normal white long sleeves and blue apron home attire wasn't there. Instead, she had a grey open cleavage sweater and wore almost no tunic. Marcus gulped as Mikah finally noticed his presence.
"Ahhh! *hic* The lucky man has finally come home!"
"Mikah? What are you wearing? Why are you drunk?"
"Actually *hic* I have a very good reason to wear this! *hic*" Mikah drunkenly added. "You see, *hic* I heard all about you getting all touchy-feely with some floozy named *hic* Marcy."
"Mikah, I have a very good explanation—"
"So I decided to wear my *hic* most alluring clothing because I want you to be mine and mine only. *hic*"
Mikah then shambles towards him drunkenly, with her intent very clear as she licked her lips.
"This is a sin Mikah! I'm not your lover! The devil is using your drunkenness!" Marcus said in a panicked tone while backing up. "Mikah? Please don't do this! Marcy is not my lover! Marcy doesn't exist! I don't even have a lover!"
As soon as Marcus backed up into a corner, he could hear Mikah whisper into his ear.
"Then let me be yours~" she whispered seductively.
"NOOOOOOO!"
Extra VIII - Discussions of Ancestry
Mikah sat down idly in the bar, fighting the temptation to grab another mug. Anna comes in and says.
"Still embarrassed about your drunken attempt to sleep with Marcus?"
"You don't talk about that stuff in public!"
"Heehee! I know!" Anna replied mischievously. "But I've rarely seen you drink this much alcohol!"
"I drink when I have stuff to think about, okay? And it so happens that there's a lot on my mind right now."
"Well, you became quite the alcoholic when you first arrived in this world."
"Yeah, it was really stressful for me to deal with the first time. But your infective positivity helped me through."
"Oh you make me blush!" Anna gushed as she lapped up the compliments.
"Thanks for the support Anna…"
"No problem! For you it's all free of charge!"
"Except for all the labor you gave me." Mikah deadpanned, prompting a laugh from both.
Mikah sighed as she stared into the distant window.
"It's hard to come to terms with the fact that I actually want to stay here…"
"Do you still miss your family Mikah?" Anna asked softly.
"I do, and I just want to go back and at least say a proper goodbye. I also want to make sure that the wrong people don't get punished for my disappearance."
"Well, I just hope you find it in yourself to move on."
Mikah notices another familiar face in the bar, Hagen and Rune were sitting down by themselves, without the other Danes. Mikah moves to their chair and asks.
"Is this spot taken?"
"No, you may seat there." Hagen replied.
Anna followed enthusiastically, hoping to follow up more on Skalsen.
"What are you two doing here?"
"We are taking a break from training. We figured we earned it after defending the Exalt." Rune replied.
"Oh really? You must be pretty loaded working for the Exalt!" Anna added with much interest.
"We do not ask for money, we live for battle." Hagen added proudly, much to Anna's chagrin.
"What!? What kind of person wouldn't accept such money!?" Anna asked in shock.
"Shhhh!" Mikah hissed.
Both parties went on with their drinks, with Anna leaving for awhile. Hagen then spoke up.
"Madam Mikah, may I ask a question?"
"What is it chief?"
"You are from the future am I correct? You came from an age later than that of ours back in Europe." Hagen clarified.
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"Can you tell us what happens to Denmark in the following century?"
Mikah had to recall the history of Denmark and the surrounding nations from her tutoring sessions.
"Hagen, you have sworn fealty to whom back in Denmark?"
"None, our tribe was strong without King Cnut's help. I have answered his requests before, but they were all by my choice."
"Well, first of all, Denmark lost many of its territories and was left in chaos by many civil wars."
"By the gods, did Cnut fail in bringing Denmark to glory?" Rune commented.
"But a new king rose and stabilized the kingdom, making Denmark a fearsome superpower."
"What of our colonies? Especially Normandy." Hagen asked.
"Normandy… Ah yes! Normandy becomes an independent nation and takes over England and installs a new ruler, a Norwegian duke by the name of William of the Conqueror. Normandy itself is an independent state, in fact, my father was actually a Norman noble."
"Oh really? You must be of Danish descent then, what was his name?"
"His name was Éric de Ausmont, which I believe was derived from the given name Osmond. Which was supposedly derived from the Old Norse name, Asmundr."
Mikah couldn't see it but Hagen was smiling under his beard while Rune wore a face of shock.
"W-where does he trace his ancestry?" Rune asked.
"Well, he kept babbling about a man named Osgar Asmundr as our ancestor."
Mikah notices Hagen's silent but still audible chuckle before bursting into a great fit of laughter.
"HAHAHAHA! This is absolutely amazing Rune! Looks like you have a relative after all!"
"W-What? What are you talking about?" Mikah asked in confusion.
"I never told you Rune's family name did I? His full name is Rune Asmundr, and his brother is Osgar Asmundr!"
"What!?"
"No wonder you had such a mean hook! Only a woman of Danish ancestry could do such damage!" Hagen added with a bellowing laugh.
"Wait, do you have your family crest with you?" Rune asked.
Mikah hands him her necklace, with the engravings of the Aumont family of Normandy on it. Rune could read out a few familiar texts in the crest and they were certainly shocking. It read.
"Gǫrr við andask inn ágæti…" Rune muttered while looking at the runes.
"Your family motto!" Hagen realized. "It has truly reached as far as Normandy!"
"What does that mean?"
"Ready to die in glory." Rune explained. "It is a motto my family and I always repeat before going to battle."
"B-but how did your brother get in Normandy?" Mikah asked Rune, still not able to process the information.
"My brother pursued a better life together with his wife and child in Normandy. When we heard news of him, we heard he had become a duke but I didn't think his descendants would even mingle with the Franks…"
"But you are the closest to my relative in this world?! I'm descended from YOUR family!?"
"Apparently so, nice to meet you dear kinswoman!" Rune said while extending his hand.
Mikah briefly stared at the hand of her newfound cousin. She seemed to be processing this startling information, before she wore a huge smile. Mikah instead hugs Rune tightly and says.
"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh MY GOD! It's nice to finally have some family in this world!" she ecstatically exclaimed. "You're my great-great-great granduncle!"
"Mikah… You're choking me." Rune breathed out.
"Sorry, but this is a lot to take in. Whooooo! I think I need to go outside!"
Mikah happily skipped outside and saw Marcus passing by.
"Oh Mikah! What are you doing?"
Mikah just gives Marcus a big hug and then happily skips away. Marcus looks in confusion at the jolly lady. Marcus sees Hagen and Rune walk out the bar.
"What's with her?"
"She just found out that Rune here is her distant relative." Hagen said. "Her great-great-great granduncle to be exact."
"Why is she so happy about it?" Rune wondered.
Marcus realized why Mikah wanted to go home so badly. Not for her house but for her family.
"She has no family here." Marcus answered. "For the longest time, she felt homesick without any family here for her."
Marcus remembered when Mikah first opened up about her homesickness and how she coped with it.
I was deeply homesick, so I started making French-branded items.
"You are her only kinsman in this world Rune, and for that, she will feel relieved."
This is some stuff I just thought of, hope you like it!
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