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Zelda: Now on with the story!
Yep...on with the story. And please, when you review, don't beat the shit out of me, alright?
P.S. These are after the events in both Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones and Tales of Symphonia, okay? Check it out.
FLASHBACK: One week ago, October 24, 2005, 7:45 pm
Castle Renais, Magvel
"...and at 1500 hours, unfortunately, the relief effort escalated into violence." A young man replied, looking at several papers strewn about the desk. He was in his late teens, had long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail, and was covered in crimson-red armor.
"So it wasn't part of the plan for five of our soldiers to be killed in that riot, Forde? That's reassuring..." another young man replied. He was at least twenty, and he had bright green hair and olive-colored armor. "So now what am I supposed to tell His Majesty?"
Forde shrugged. "Maybe we shouldn't say anything, Kyle? He's already swamped with problems about rebuilding the country."
"I know; I don't want to upset him." Kyle replied, looking dismally at the various papers strewn about his desk. "But this...it's just too glaring. Adding that to the recent violence concerning bandits looting the towns...it's like throwing gasoline onto the fire."
"Well, what can we do?" Forde plopped down into a comfortable chair and yawned. "Our forces are stretched too thin."
"Maybe if you got up out of that chair and helped, things wouldn't be as bad!" Kyle retorted hotly. "Even looking at papers, you're always falling asleep! What's wrong with you, man?"
"Can you keep it down a bit?" Forde yawned again. "You're ruining my nap..."
Kyle threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine...you can sleep if you want, but what would General Seth say?"
"Wha-I'm awake!" Forde yelled somewhat. He stood up so fast the chair he was sitting in fell to the floor. "Don't bring him into this..."
"All right, I won't." Kyle replied. He handed Forde a folder and asked, "Now can you hand this to His Majesty?"
The Conference Room, Castle Renais
"...and you have one more meeting with the head of the EPA concerning the forests your men are cutting down for relief supplies."
"A tree is a tree." The young man replied. Like Forde, he was in his late teens. Unlike him, though, he had electric blue hair and was covered in bright blue armor under his navy cloak. Sighing to himself, he brushed off his khaki pants and asked, "How many more can they look at?"
"I don't know, sir. But what of the relief efforts?"
"I may have an answer to that." Both turned to see Forde walking towards the young man. "Ephraim, we need to talk."
After some idle chit-chat with the other messenger, Ephraim asked, "What's going on, Forde? I have a relief meeting to get to..."
"Forgive me, King Ephraim, but five of our soldiers were killed today in another bread riot in a village in the Ide region." Forde replied point-blank.
"Again?" Ephraim spat out. "Five of our soldiers? On our own soil? How the hell did this happen?"
"We're trying to work out all the details, Ephraim." Forde answered. "Kyle and I will take care of it: Quick, clean and contained."
Ephraim continued to stare in shock before regaining his composure and stopping in front of a giant oak door. "Goddammit, five of our men? How many more have to die?" Somewhat frustrated, he walked through the door into a large hall. In the center of the room was a large table, and ornate decorations of Renais' flag and seal were gracing the walls. Around the table were several other young men and women, almost all of them in their teens. "This is no longer a relief meeting." Ephraim announced to the assembly. "Forde has just informed me that five of our men were killed in a bread riot, this one centered in Ide."
"Oh, dear, not another one..." a young woman replied amidst the quiet murmuring. She was a pretty young blonde from Grado, and was dressed in a simple white dress and a blue necklace symbolizing her service to the temple. Looking at Ephraim with her bright blue eyes, she added, "That's the fifth one this week!"
"I know, Natasha." Ephraim answered. "Several riots have killed forces in Jehanna, Carcino, Frelia, Grado, and Rausten. But to think one would occur here..."
"Would be plausible since your army can't perform anything worth crap." Another young man interrupted. He had olive-green hair and piercing emerald eyes, and was dressed in an archer's attire: dark green shirt, loose white pants, traveler's boots and a leather quiver on his back.
"Shut it, Innes!" Ephraim retorted. Grumbling to himself, he continued, "I believe at this point that there can be only one option left."
"What is it?" Forde asked.
Pulling out a folder from a nearby desk, Ephraim opened it and passed its contents to everyone at the assembly. One of the persons, another young woman with pale-green hair tied into a ponytail and green eyes to match her hair, who wore a powder blue blouse that revealed her shoulders and a dress that reached just above her knee, asked, "Who are these people? They're certainly not from Magvel, much less the Theocratic Democracy of Rausten." (A/N: Or is it the over way around? I forget...)
"They are royals and heroes, L'arachel; young men and women from lands different than ours who hold power in that country or have saved it from a violent catastrophe." Ephraim explained. "There are people from lands like Hyrule, Eagleland, Hoenn, Corneria and Symphonia."
"Wait, that's your plan?" Innes interrupted. "I don't mean to nitpick, but that's probably the worst plan I've ever heard."
"You're pushing it, Innes..." Ephraim gritted his teeth.
"I don't know, brother..." a third young woman replied. She had long navy hair tied into a ponytail, big navy eyes, and wore a red shirt and revealing skirt, stopping at the middle of her thighs, along with white armor on her chest and shoulders. "I don't see anything wrong with trying this..."
"You would say that, Tana!" Innes retorted.
"Well, sorry!"
"Anyway, what do you think, Eirika?" Ephraim asked his younger sister. Eirika was a young woman with long hair the same shade of electric blue as her brother's, and wore a gold chest plate over her red blouse, red boots and a revealing white skirt, which reached the middle of her thighs.
"Hmm...well, I don't see any problems with that idea...let's try it."
Ephraim smiled, and then turned to the others and asked, "Anyone else in?" After receiving a chorus of approvals from the majority of the assembly, he replied, "Good." Sighing to himself, he muttered to no one in particular, "Hopefully things will get back to normal around here."
To his surprise, Eirika answered him, saying, "Yes...I hope so too. For the future of our homeland, I hope it comes true."
"Yes...Our father and Lyon would have wanted it that way." Turning to the assembly, Ephraim stated, "All right. We shall send Intel to a place called the Smash Island, because not only will many of these royals be there, but the island also has vast natural resources that we hope to obtain from negotiations with them."
"Hmph. Why don't you just buy the whole island?" Innes said snidely.
"THAT'S IT!" Suddenly, Ephraim pulled out his spear and pounced on Innes, who pulled out his bow and started firing arrows in his rival's direction. Several minutes later there was a regular brawl on their hands as Ephraim and Innes resorted to dirty fighting, like tripping the other or whacking him upside the head.
"Aagh! Stop it!" Tana protested. "That's enough!"
"Seriously, this is getting old!" Eirika agreed. Giving up on breaking up the fight, she sighed and said to Tana, "Ooh...our brothers fight so much it's not even funny."
"Oh, well." Tana sighed. "What can we do? It's like they're fighting every single meeting."
"So, all in all, it's a pretty normal day." A fourth young man replied. The red-haired, red-eyed teen was clad in a black coat and white pants. Sighing to himself, he pulled a coin out of his pocket and challenged, "L'arachel, heads or tails?"
"Heads, Joshua. Always." L'arachel replied.
Flipping the coin into the air, Joshua caught it and sighed. "Dammit, you win again..."
"And that's your definition of normal?" a fifth teen sneered. He had long brown hair, a headband on his forehead, and was dressed in a rogue's attire.
"Rennac, shut up." L'arachel said. Rennac just sulked and grumbled to himself.
Watching the others boredly talk, place bets on the fight between Innes and Ephraim, or in Forde's case, painting, Eirika sighed and asked Tana, "Should we adjourn the meeting? I doubt anyone's paying attention anyone."
"Yeah." Tana answered. "Looks like we won't get anything else done...oh well..."
Five Minutes Later, in the King's Chambers
"Aah...my arm...it stings..." Ephraim complained as his younger sister wrapped ace bandages all over his wounds.
"Well, you deserved it!" Eirika teased, as she placed rubbing alcohol on one of her brother's wounds to clean it. As he winced at the pain, she added, "Really, is that a way for a king to act?"
"Sorry, sister..." Ephraim sighed. "But Innes is so annoying! Anyway, who should we send over to the Island?"
"Hmmm..." Eirika put away the medical kit and sat down on the bed next to her brother. After a few moments, she asked, "Why not Seth?"
"He's needed here." Ephraim answered. "He's pretty much the closest thing I have to the head of the army because the last one died in the invasion."
"Oh...okay..." After several more quiet moments, Eirika suggested, "How about Forde?"
"He probably wouldn't take it seriously. Probably take it as a vacation."
Giggling a bit, she then suggested again, "Why not Kyle?"
"Sigh...he's needed here, too." Ephraim said.
"Franz?"
"He's working with Seth to restore order in Renais." Sighing, he let himself collapse on the bed and said through the blankets, "Who else could we send? I can't think of anyone else..."
Eirika was about to agree with her brother until the image of a certain blue-haired thief popped into her mind, a confident smile on his face and his hand in a 'V for victory' sign.
"I may know someone who fits the bill..."
A Forest in the Ide Region
"Hello?" Eirika asked, her voice resonating off the many trees within the grove. "Hello? Anyone in there?"
Suddenly a bandit had walked into the grove and saw the young Queen of Renais. "Heh heh heh...you're a pretty one, aren't you? The guys at the base will love you..."
Eirika darted around and pulled a rapier out of her cloak, swinging it just in time to parry the bandit's attack. "Oh, you're a tough one, aren't you?" the bandit sneered.
"I will not let my land be plagued by bandits like you!" Eirika vowed, parrying several of the bandit's blows.
"Well, so you're Renais' royal brat, eh? This'll be promising..." After several parries, the bandit had managed to knock the rapier out of Eirika's hand and used his foot to pin her wrist to the ground. "Heh. Any last requests?"
"I will not die here." Eirika answered. "My country needs me."
"Heh. Suit your-AAH!" Suddenly, the bandit dropped his axe and doubled over in pain, a gash on his side bleeding profusely. Before he even knew where the blow came from, he collapsed onto the ground, dead from a stab wound that tore apart his neck. After a few tense moments, Eirika was sure the bandit was dead and wormed her wrist out of the corpse's grasp.
"Phew...that was close." Eirika sighed, picking up her rapier from the ground.
"Ah, your Majesty." Eirika turned around to see the blue-haired thief looking at her from where he was sitting on a tree branch, wiping blood off his dagger. His turquoise eyes were searching, the wind whipping his navy cloak around his beige-clothed form. "What would you be doing in this forest in the middle of the morning?"
"Colm..." Eirika replied. "Thank you for your help, although I am capable of handling such a rogue."
Colm chuckled wryly. "You had the situation under control? Not from my perspective." Jumping off the tree branch and landing gracefully on the ground, he brushed some dirt off his cloak and asked, "So, tell me, what brings you to this forest, hmm?"
"Well...we could use your help in something. May I ask?"
"Shoot."
"We'd like for you to do us a favor, Colm." Eirika replied, pacing the ground and giving the corpse a casual kick. "Think of it as a chance to pay back your country for all of the wonderful freedoms you enjoy."
"...what's the catch?"
"We just need you to gather Intel, that's all." Eirika reassured the thief. "We want you to go to a land called the Smash Island, and see what you can gather from there. We have a passport and supplies waiting for you at the castle."
"Hmm..." Colm pondered. "I don't know..."
"Please?" Eirika asked, her eyes pleading. "Just this once?"
"...heh. I very well can't ignore a request from her Majesty, now can I?" Colm chuckled. "So when shall I leave?"
"You'll depart at first light tomorrow morning, all right? I'll be waiting in the castle courtyard."
"Very well."
Castle Renais Courtyard, the Next Morning
"Heh. What's this?" Colm asked as Eirika handed him a large duffel bag.
"I took the liberty of packing some supplies." Eirika responded. "There's some food, sleeping bags, extra clothes, plenty of gold-you'll need it. When you reach the Island, the innkeeper will give you a note. From there, you can do what you want."
"All right. Thanks, Eirika." Nodding at her, he walked out of the courtyard and up to a gentle Pegasus waiting near a tree overlooking the castle. Examining it, he wondered, "This how I'll get to the Island?"
The Pegasus whinnied and gently nudged Colm. He laughed and replied, "Yes, I like you too." Looking off into the distance, he smirked. "The things I'll do for my country..."
"W-wait!" a female voice rang out. Turning around, Colm beheld a young woman a year younger than him, one he knew too well. She had magenta hair and eyes, and wore a brown-and-orange headband, a mahogany shirt and magenta skirt, and brown walking boots. There was also a light green quiver strapped to her back. "Colm...you-you're not going somewhere, are you?"
"Neimi..." Colm sighed to himself. "Eirika wants me to investigate something in a place called the Smash Island. Stay here, all right?"
"No!" Neimi cried out, her soft eyes welling up with tears. "Please...every day I wonder what happened to you, whether or not you're still alive...please, don't do this. You're one of the few friends I have in this world."
"Oh, no...please don't start crying..." Colm replied.
"Please...you promised me you wouldn't do anything dangerous..." Unable to take anymore, Neimi began sobbing and continued until Colm hopped off and tried to comfort her.
"P-please stop crying, Neimi!" As she looked up at him with teary eyes, Colm explained, "I promise I won't get myself into trouble, alright? But I can't refuse because this is my home." After some thought, he finally figured out something that would help them both. "Tell you what: you're going to come with me. Then you can see to it that I don't do something stupid. But you've got to stop crying all the time. Understand?"
"I...well...alright." Neimi answered, finally able to dry her tears. With that, Colm helped Neimi onto the Pegasus and held on as it soared into the air, going to its destination: the Smash Island.
Present Time: A Volcanic Crater Somewhere in the Mushroom Kingdom
"Hey." A Koopatrol greeted a Koopa guard as they watched over a castle within the crater from a series of walls and watchtowers. "How is it?"
"Life is shit!"
"Well, what can you do?" the Koopatrol shrugged. Continuing his patrol, he was shocked to see a Koopa Car on the road, off in the distance. "What on Nintendo? Hey, Kolya! Hand me that telescope!"
"What for?"
"Just hand it to me!" After forcibly grabbing the telescope from Kolya's hand, he pointed it toward the Koopa Car and zoomed in. "Holy shit...Master Bowser has returned!"
"WHAT!" Kolya shrieked. "You're shitting me, right, Rammstein?"
"I shit you not." Rammstein the Koopatrol replied. Totally convinced, the two Koopas ran down the stairs of the wall and up to the gatehouse in front of the castle just as Bowser pulled in. Using the winch system, they spun the handle to open up the gate to said castle. "Master Bowser, how was the tournament?"
"Eh, not too bad." Bowser answered. "Where are Kamek and Kammy Koopa? It's urgent."
"Inside the Great Hall, sir."
"Good." Speeding down the brimstone path, Bowser screeched to a halt in front of the giant castle and walked through the precarious bridge above the volcano into the castle he called home. Walking through the surprisingly luxurious foyer, past all the guards, he entered the Great Hall, where Kamek and Kammy were hunched over a chessboard.
"Hmm..."
"Where to move...aha!" Kammy moved a rook to a space, and smirked. "Any move you make from now on will cost you the game."
"AAH!" Kamek pounded the table in all his fury. "That's the 300th time this week!"
"300th what this week?" Bowser asked, stepping up to the two feuding magicians.
"Ah! Your Smasheriness!" the old Koopa witch replied. "What brings you back from the Island?"
"We have a problem." Bowser replied. "You watch the news earlier?"
"Yeah." Kamek replied. "Aliens from another world have invaded the Island and are threatening the existence of the Nintendian race. I think it's a hoax, though."
"Hoax or not, if they take over, there's going to be some villainy shit going down." Bowser nodded. "I want to call in the coalition, Kammy. Show those aliens what happens when they try to do your job for you."
"That's the spirit, sir!" Kammy Koopa replied. "What shall we do, your Angriness?"
"Take 'em down!" Bowser growled. "Got anything good?"
"We hijacked a cargo ship full of military-grade weapons." Smirking, Kamek reached into the folds of his crimson cloak and pulled out a M16 assault rifle. "These military weapons are so cool...there are guns, grenades, electromagnetic pulse grenades...damn, these things can flatten an army with this shit."
"Sweet." Bowser smirked, pointing to the M16. "Gather the troops and arm them to the teeth with those. We're going to war."
"Yes, your Warlordiness!" Kammy replied.
The Smash Mansion, Smash Island
As the denizens of the Island continued to panic, incite riots, and in some cases cheer for the aliens, a certain red-haired Seraph was scrambling around the Mansion, gathering various items from different rooms in the manor and gathering them in the lounge. Once the task was done, he pulled out a wire and bent it in various places, forming a temporary antenna. Sighing and grumbling to himself, he pulled out a pair of headphones and plugged them into the Mansion's ridiculously large radio before turning it on. Working by candlelight, the Seraph twisted the dial in various degrees before getting a few garbled messages.
"This is the Smash Island Emergency Broadcast System. Aliens have landed..." Grumbling, the Seraph turned the dial once more. "...are pouring into the streets, and swordsmanship classes are cancelled everywhere."
"What!" the Seraph growled. "Swordsmanship classes cancelled? That tears it!"
"Umm...Uncle Kratos?" Turning, Kratos whirled around and saw his niece, Cecilia, standing in the doorway with a candle in hand. With eyes of fearful curiosity, she asked, "What's going on?"
"It's personal, Cecilia." Kratos growled, making his way to a closet. Yanking on a box, he dredged a military helmet from it, along with a camouflage bulletproof vest.
"Oh, no..." Cecilia whined. "Uncle Kratos...please..."
"They don't know I've been waiting for them, Cecilia. Ever since the Grand Tethe'alla Bridge...and this time, I'm ready!" Fishing car keys out of the box, Kratos shoved the box back into place and strutted determinedly to the garage.
"But, Kratos..." Cecilia worried. "Can't you just stay here and enjoy the candlelight?"
"I'm sorry, Cecilia..." Kratos called with a soothing voice. "But as long as there's a war going on, I can't help but be directly involved in some way, alright? Stay with your friend Marth, alright? And promise me not to open the door for any blasted aliens."
"Okay..." Cecilia blushed slightly. If there was one thing Kratos knew, it was how much she loved Marth.
As she walked back toward the cafeteria, Kratos made his way into the garage, blanketed in a thick layer of darkness and seeped with the smell of soot and gasoline. Throwing the light into the darkest corners, he finally found something he wanted: a vehicle covered in a sheet. Throwing it off, it turned out to be a large camouflage color Humvee. Smirking, he fingered some paint and put in on his face for camouflage. "You and me have had this date for a long time, baby." Putting the key into the ignition, the Humvee roared into life as it reared up and smote the great oak door covering the garage, freeing it from its concrete prison as a shower of splinters spread into the front yard.
The KourTrajme Chateau, a Cliff Overlooking the Fooji Mountains
The trees of the large forest masked most of the moonlight and left white patches of ground in between the winding forest path up to the large chateau overlooking the tranquil Fooji Mountains. And traversing the path was a young teenage woman, her piercing blue eyes making out the treacherous wooded path before reaching her destination: the chateau on top of the cliff. A rough, unshaven guard barred the way into the chateau, and grunted when the young woman approached. "Halt! Who goes there?"
"It's me, you dummy." The woman replied coldly. "The password is...mumble...mutter."
"Pass boss." The guard replied upon confirmation. "The rest are waiting inside."
"Thank goodness." She replied, walking into the main hall of the chateau. There was a medieval magnificence about it; it suggested a baronial hall of feudal times with its oaken panels, its high ceiling, its vast refectory tables where two score men could sit down to eat or congregate. Sighing to herself, she stripped off her cloak to reveal a beautiful girl with gray-slate skin, intricate navy markings on her arms, legs and belly. She was clad in a white halter top, a blue skirt with a long slit on its side up to her waist, and brown hiking shoes. Brushing some of her raven locks out of her eyes, she wondered aloud, "What the hell does Maxwell want to talk with us about now?"
"I don't know, Celsius; I was hoping you'd tell me." Whirling around, Celsius shot several icicles at her target, but he calmly raised his arm and the icicles melted instantly. Smirking, he replied, "That's not going to work, you know."
"Efreet..." Celsius growled under her breath. The being named Efreet was like a large demon: small head, large torso, no legs, and there were demon eyes on his crimson skin. Grumbling to herself, Celsius muttered, "What do you want?"
"Really, is that any way to greet an old friend?" Efreet replied, bitterly sarcastic.
"Just leave me alone." Celsius replied as she made her way to a large conference room in the center of the chateau. Seated at the head of the table was an old man in rich purple robes, holding a staff and a book in either hand. Scattered around the table were other...beings of the sort. "What's the big idea, Maxwell? Calling us out here in the middle of the night? It better be good..."
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning..." someone snidely replied. The voice belonged to a large mole with what seemed to be a large red ribbon on his head. He also had a large shovel by his side.
"Gnome, please! Now's not the time!" Celsius snapped.
"Well, sorry!"
"Calm down." Maxwell replied. "I've gathered you all here because—" He stopped short when he noticed that three of the chairs were empty. "Wait...where are the Sylph?"
"The...Sylph?" Gnome asked, whirling his head around. "Hey, they're gone!"
"We already know that." Celsius said sourly. "And only a sapskull like you would take ten minutes to notice that."
"Hush, nigga!" Gnome retorted as Celsius fumed.
"We can't start the meeting if they're not here." Maxwell replied, folding his hands and placing them on the table. Suddenly, two teenage girls burst from a nearby hallway and stumbled up to Maxwell, both panting heavily and sweat running down their faces. One of the girls had teal-green hair and blue eyes, and wore a skin-tight green bodysuit with several intricate designs on it, along with blue gloves and boots, and an amethyst necklace around her neck. She also had three pairs of eagle's wings protruding from her back. The other girl had flowing, lavender hair and purple eyes, wore a skin-tight bodysuit similar to the first girl's, except it was a slate color with purple designs on it. She also wore blue gloves and boots, had a bright blue ribbon in her hair, and had butterfly wings protruding from her back. When they rushed in, Maxwell asked, "Sephie! Yutis! Where have you two been?"
"We can't find Fairess anywhere!" Sephie, the girl in green gasped.
"You haven't seen her, have you?" Yutis, the girl in purple, added.
"No, why?"
"She's missing!"
"WHAT!" several of the beings spat out.
"Now, come on." Gnome smirked. "It's normal for her to be gone 2, 3 hours at a time! How do you know she's missing?"
"She hasn't come back since yesterday." Sephie answered.
"...okay, she's missing."
Lake Ponce De Leon, Nelson's Landing
"Wow! This place is beautiful!" a teenage girl replied, flying over the Smash Island. She had brilliant pink hair and pink eyes, wore a lime-green bodysuit and orange boots and gloves, had a beret perched on her head, and had large flower petals protruding out of her back that she used as wings. Squealing happily, she wondered, "I wonder what it's like up close..."
Meanwhile, on the ground, several soldiers were monitoring the skies from the rooftops of various shops and from the skyscrapers near the historic districts of the French Quarter and New Orleans; part of the city of Nelson's Landing. From their perch on the Ponce De Leon Bridge, once known as the Pontchartrain, a soldier cried out, "Hey! We got something!"
"What is it?" his commanding officer replied.
"I don't know..."
"That doesn't sound good..." a third soldier replied.
"Well, whatever it is, Garrison's orders were to shoot anything and everything out there." The CO replied. "Open fire! I repeat, open fire!"
"What in the world...?" the young girl asked as she flew closer to the bridge. A gunshot rang out, and suddenly the girl felt a rush of pain shoot into her wing as the iron round pierced her wing. "AAUGH! What the?"
"Keep firing!" the CO commanded. "Give it no quarter!"
"EEK!" the girl screamed, avoiding several shots that came close to tearing apart her already wounded wing. Chanting to the air around her, she produced a giant shield that ricocheted the bullets speeding towards her. Her strength giving out, she let herself fall onto a rooftop below, her body bouncing off the roof as she landed hard on the stone.
"Yes!" the soldier cheered.
"Not just yet. Find the point of impact and capture whatever that was!" the CO commanded. "Bring it here to me!"
"Yes sir!" Climbing into the jeep, the soldiers sped dangerously through the debris-gutted streets as panicking trick-or-treaters ran by them, screaming and running each other down. When the soldiers reached the impact site; a local pizza parlor, they broke down the door and rushed up the stairs, despite the owner's yelling out strings of Italian curses directed at the troops. Breaking down the door, they scanned the site. "There's nothing here!"
"No, there was something here." A soldier replied, pointing to a pool of blood on the roof. "But it disappeared."
"Where did it go, then?" the soldier asked.
Meanwhile, the girl in question had managed to stagger off the rooftop clutching her bloody wing and sneak off the fire escape, before jumping off the metal catwalks and onto the alley below. Running away from her pursuers, only one thought ran through her mind:
"Sephie? Yutis? Where are you? Please help me..."
Link: My goodness...
Yep. We got some covert shit from Magvel, war plans from Bowser, Kratos' vow to eradicate the aliens, and a fellow Sylph being shot from the sky by the Smash Island's militia. What else could we ask for?
Pichu: Something.
STOW IT! Anyway, read and review, okay? Don't make me try and delete this again...
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