Chapter Seventeen: A New Friend

(Hershel's POV)

Man, I thought we were close to the castle before, but we've been walking for three hours since then, and it seems like it hasn't even gotten any closer. I'm not even sure how we got to Plegia, or why Omofrisit thinks we can just waltz in and talk to the king, but if things go wrong, I'm blaming him.

…I wonder how Chrom and Lissa are doing right now. With the Exalt dead, their world has probably been turned upside down. I can't even imagine the pain they must be going through, or that the whole kingdom is going through for that matter, and it's all my fault…but should I really be feeling guilty? I mean, Ylisse isn't my home, and I hardly even knew Chrom anyway, we were more like acquaintances. But I did just murder his sister, and I don't think that's okay any way you look at it.

"Hey, Hershel. Are you ready to take a lunch break yet?" Frey asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, uh, yeah…Do we have any lunch?" I asked.

"Well, Omofrisit and I saw some wyverns over that way." He said, pointing off to the side.

"Wha? Wyverns?! Okay, first, how would we kill it? Second, how are we gonna cook it?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan." Omofrisit said.

(Omofrisit's POV)

Well, looks like Hershel is just as dim-witted as ever. All I had to do was tell him we were going to hunt a wyvern, and that I had a plan, and I was able to get him to stand out in the open as bait…not that there's anything but open space in the desert. But that's beside the point.

Fortunately for Hershel, I do actually have a plan and a way to cook the wyvern. As soon as the wyvern came down to attack Hershel, I would leap out from behind the cactus I was hiding behind, and shoot a fireball at it. My plan is foolproof. Although with Hershel's level of not-skill, he can probably manage to mess it up.

Two hours of waiting later, we finally spotted a wyvern, and as I had hoped, it saw Hershel. The wyvern dove down in an attempt to snatch Hershel, but before I could cast a spell, an arrow struck the wyvern in its side and it tumbled to the ground. The wyvern got to its feet and looked around for the source of the arrow, but as far as the wyvern could see, there was no one around who could have shot the arrow. In fact, I couldn't see anyone either, all that I could see was a few cacti and a ton of sand. But then where did the arrow come from?

Whatever, I could solve that mystery later. Right now, I needed to finish off this wyvern. I turned my attention to the wyvern once again, only to find that Hershel was taking care of it.

Hershel would swing his sword; the wyvern would block with its claws, and they would repeat the pattern.

I decided to let Hershel handle the wyvern while I searched for the source of the arrow. But just as I turned away to do so, I noticed Frey fighting a couple of bandits near a hollow and overturned cactus. Coincidently, one of the bandits had a crossbow.

All of the sudden, I didn't feel quite as useful as I used to. Well, whatever, I don't shouldn't have to be useful to them, they should have to be useful to me. After all, I have a much more important goal than either of those two.

The only question is: How can I get these two to go to the Black Temple? I mean, it's not exactly a pleasant place to be in. And now that I think about it, I don't even know if the Black Temple is still around. I know the location where it should be, but for all I know, the piece of land it was on has sunk into the sea. What would I do if that happened? How would I accomplish my goal?

Okay, just calm down. You're over thinking it, the Temple is probably fine.

Come to think of it, I should probably take a look at a map, just so I know where the black Temple is nowadays, after all, it's been a very long time since I was last on this continent.

"Hey, Omofrisit!" That was Hershel's voice.

"What?"

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

"Sure, just make it quick. I'm trying to think about our next move."

"Oh, okay. Well, um…can we find something else for dinner?"

"What? Why?" I looked over at Hershel to find that the wyvern seemed to have calmed down, and was now doing something akin to cuddling with Hershel while Frey petted its snout.

"Hershel. Don't you dare ask me if we can keep it." I said, frustration evident in my voice.

Hershel seemed to be thinking something over before finally speaking.

"Can we let the wyvern travel with us indefinitely?" Hershel asked.

I could feel the annoyance rising up inside me, threatening to break free. But I couldn't let that happen, I'm better than that, I can control my emotions. Just turn around and walk away.

"Uh…Omofrisit?" Hershel said hesitantly.

I turned my back to Hershel and Frey.

"Do whatever you want, I don't care. I guess we'll just starve, especially considering the fact that we now have a wyvern to feed." I said, agitatedly.

"Well-"

Hershel was cut off by Frey.

"Well, it might sound a bit gruesome, but I did just kill a few bandits over yonder. We can feed them to the wyvern." Frey said.

"I suppose, but that still doesn't change the fact that we have nothing to eat." I complained.

"Now that we have a wyvern, we could have it fly us to the palace. And we could get food there." Hershel suggested.

As much as I didn't want to admit it, that was a sound plan. But that wasn't the reason I was upset, the reason I was upset was that I couldn't think of a better plan.

"Fine, whatever. Let's just go."

A/N: I feel like an explanation is in order as to why I didn't update sooner. First off, I was at a week-long campout. Second, I was lazy, and I have no other excuse for my absence.

I hope you can all forgive me for this most grievous sin. *cries in a corner*

But anyway, tell me what you thought of this chapter through either review or PM. And as always; Thanks for Reading!