Me: Ok, I went back to Chapter 1 and did an overhaul on it. I made it all in 3rd person omniscient and put more effort in it. I'm satisfied now.
Inigo: Then why didn't you do that from the start?
Me: I was inexperienced and was offered advice to improve it from the wonderful people that cared to help me. And isn't Henry suppose to tortu-
*Henry bursts through a door*
Henry: Come here Inigo! I haven't even brought out my hex tools and you're already trying to run away?
*Henry chases Inigo outside*
Me: Well, this will be entertaining for a good amount of time. Also, the reason I didn't update in a long time, requires me to give you a speech.
In the world of fanfiction, there are many writers. And every writer, big or small, experienced or not, epic or epic, will always have that ONE character, that you CANNOT write to save your life. I have encountered that character in the form of a bland woman who trips in her sleep. Chocolate Oscar awards to those who can guess who it is. Also, I was procrastinating.
I don't own Fire Emblem, Nintendo, or any franchise. Happy reading you awesome people!
Falling for the Loss of Dessert
As the group comes up to the barracks, they hear a crash in the training grounds. They see two people practicing there. One seemed to be a Pegasus rider who was currently lying face down on the ground, apparently the one who made the crashing noise. The other seemed to be a cleric, riding her horse towards the Pegasus rider, staff in hand.
"I swear Sumia, I can't leave you alone for half a second before you trip yet again!" The cleric said as she dismounted her horse and began her healing on Sumia. "You're looking for Chrom again aren't you?" Sumia nodded and Marribelle shook her head. "Sumia, I already told you, he will be just fine! He has Frederick with him. Who I really worry about is Lissa. The poor thing hasn't been away THIS long from the castle."
"Worry no more Marribelle! I'm here!" Lissa said as they approached the two women. Marribelle stopped her healing on Sumia abruptly and ran to Lissa.
"My darling are you alright? I know how you hate fresh wild meat. We simply must have some tea for your nerves." Said Marribelle as she frivolously checked Lissa top to bottom. She then noticed Gold and Silver standing behind Lissa.
"And who might you two be?"
"I'm Gold, and this is my twin Silver."
"So you two are the new tacticians we have been hearing about?"
"Yeah, we just joined yesterday. Chr-" Silver was cut short as Lissa interjected.
"Don't worry Marribelle! These two are AMAZING! You should see all the tricks they got up their sleeves! They helped us take down our enemies limb from limb. And not a scratch on me! I bet they could keep me safe even if I was carrying a gold bar across the world!"
"Well then. I thank you two for keeping my precious Lissa safe from filthy brigand hands." Marribelle suddenly changed her tone to serious. "But if I see even a BRUISE on her, then you wont live to see another day! Now come Lissa, I just got some fresh huckleberry tea, it's simply divine." And with that, she walked off with Lissa, leaving only Gold, Silver, and Sumia in the room. Chrom walks into the room and Sumia jumps up and rushes to him.
"Capt-!" and she trips over a piece of paper and falls at Chrom's feet. Chrom shakes his head and asks,
"Your boots again Sumia?" Sumia tries to answer, but as she gets up, she falls on her face yet again, this time over nothing. Chrom helps her up to her feet.
"Sorry Captain. I just can't seem to stop tripping, even when I'm not in these boots!"
"Don't worry Sumia, I'm sure it's just a fluke. Anyway, have you seen the rest of the Shepherds? We have a mission." Vaike walks in while rubbing his head in pain with some burn marks on his arm with Frederick behind him. "Vaike! What happened? And where are the others?" Vaike leans on a suit of armor for support, still rubbing his head.
"Well, Stahl is still eating his breakfast, Miriel and Ricken are still researching whatever, and tried to burn me alive for messing up an experiment. Marribelle and Lissa are having tea and Marribelle tried to stick her parasol in my head for burping the alphabet. And I don't know where Kellam is." Frederick shakes his head in disgust in Vaike's actions.
"Well, if they are THAT busy, then I'll tell the rest of you. Tomorrow we head for Regna Ferox. We are to request aid in fighting the new threat we encountered on the road. The council has decided to call them 'Risen'. Everybody, get plenty of rest and prepare, Feroxi are not known for their diplomacy. Gold, Silver, come with me, I'll show you to you rooms." As Chrom leads them to their respective rooms, Chrom begins to make small talk. "Thanks by the way." The confused Silver asked,
"Why are you thanking us? We should be thanking you for taking us in!"
"Yeah. Who knows what we would have done if you guys didn't show up. We'd probably still be out in that field." Gold added in.
"With those skills you two have, I'm sure you would have been fine. But still, thanks for joining the Shepherds. I can't strategize like you two can." They arrive at their rooms and Chrom leaves to find the others before dinner is served. Gold and Silver look around their respective rooms. There is only a bed, a desk, a very nice bathroom, a table and chairs, an empty cupboard, bookshelf and closet. Since they both found nothing to do in their rooms for now, they decide to go back to the library and explore it.
After a few minutes of walking and accidental bumping into nothing…
They arrive at the library and see that Ricken and Miriel have left. They close the door behind them and Silver asks,
"Gold….who do you think we are?" Gold looks at the floor at this and responds,
"I don't know. We seem to be able to speak, think and act coherently, but I have no memory before we met Chrom. It's all one big blanket of fog…" Silver looks at his slightly frustrated sister and says,
"We lost memory of our lives, but we seem to have kept the lessons and skills we learned. And we are clearly not from around here. I haven't seen anyone else wearing what we wear. And nobody so far has recognized us." They ponder this as they look through the library for something to read. Gold skims through the return box for anything that catches her eye.
Let's see here…..The Adventures of Tom and Jerry…..Biology of the Mantis Shrimp …..1003 Ways to Cook Firefox…How to make him fall for you in a fortnight? It has some wear to it, so I guess it must be good if people are reading it. Gold opens up the book and reads a few sentences in before she blushes slams the book shut and tosses it back in the pile, ….I don't know what to say to that, except this, who reads this?!
While Gold continues to search, in the fiction section of the library, Silver is skimming through to see if anything seems interesting.
What do we have here….The Sword of the Sky…74 Swordmasters….Lord of the Fries….The Unovan Journeys….The D's Journal…..Dangan Ronpa? Seems interesting enough. Silver takes the book, a few others and some tomes of magic and strategy and meet back up with Gold in the middle of the room.
"What did you get Gold?"
"I got a couple of strategy and magical tomes, plus a few novels. What about you?"
"I got the same as you." Gold looks at his choice of books, and notices one of his tomes was a flux tome. Shaking her head, she grabs the book and says,
"Silver, we already saw you can't handle dark magic. You were sweating a river last time you tried!" Silver takes it back and retorts with,
"Coming from the person who fell on her face before even swinging my sword."
"I wasn't ready. Plus I was on edge and now I know I should stick to magic. Anyway, I'll be in my room." Silver just stares in amusement as she walks away.
Did she seriously not see the 'The Art of the Sword for Newbies' sticking out of her pile? Silver simply shrugged and started reading 'Sea Salt Winner'.
As Dinner was almost prepared….
Silver looked up from his book and saw it was getting pretty late. He closed his book and made his way to the kitchen. On the way, he passed by Gold, who had a bruise or two.
"What happened Gold? Did you accidently hit your self with that sword guide book you had?" Silver asked in concerned tone. Gold saw right through his sarcasm and said,
"Fine. I was trying to get a handle on it. However it proved…more challenging than it seemed. What about you? I don't see you sweating. Did you manage to finally get it right? I bet you my dessert you have a sweaty towel hidden on you right now." Gold said in a taunting tone.
"I never even cracked the tome open. See?" Silver shows her the unopened tome and Gold falls over anime style in disbelief and realization that she just lost her dessert.
"M-m-my….they are s-s-serving fudge browniiiiiies…" Silver drags the still heart broken Gold to the dining hall
"Thanks for the brownies Gold. I'll be sure to be there the next time you try to give your self bruises."
"I WAS NOT! It's a piece of iron, it should be easy! It just turns out my room isn't an ideal training facility." Silver simply looks at her in surprise. "Don't judge me. Your the one dragging your dessert-less sister around."
"Do you want me to leave you here?" Silver asks, even though he has an idea what the answer is going to be.
"Nope. Keep dragging me, I don't want to walk and it cheers me up." Silver just sighs and says,
"Alright, but I'm not dragging you down the stairs ok? From there you will have to walk."
"Fine." And so the two new, interesting tacticians make their way to the dining hall.
Me: Yeah, so I'm finally having them develop some personality. First, the traits they both share, but down the road, I will make their own unique aspects. So far, you can expect them to act somewhat childish at times.
Ringabel: Sorry keeping you from writing this BSA. I know how enticing Bravely Default can be.
Me: Don't be sorry Ringabel! It was a blast. Besides, you say some of my most favorite quotes in the game. So will you please do the review thingy?
Ringabel: Of course. Read and review, especially the bea-
*I cut him off*
Me: Ringabel….please, don't hit on my readers. Just, don't. Now here's a quote for you all!
"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self." Cyril Connolly
