AN: Woah, an update the day after this gets published? Well, I'm on summer vacation and have nothing else to do, so I'm writing like a boss!
Also, yotsuba: A Spit is a landform. It's kind of like a very long rock wall poking out of a beach and into the ocean.


"Hey, uh, kid, I think you should wake up now…" A faint voice told me as my upper body was shaken. I made a slight mumbling noise which may or may not have sounded like 'go away' as I tried my best to sit up, but someone pushed me back down. "You just woke up. Just let yourself lie there for a bit." The same voice from just before ordered. Yeah, sure, whatever you strange voice. Never mind the fact that I might have a concussion or something, oh no, just let me lie here. Whatever. I reached up to rub my eyes, but ended up punching some kind of impenetrable layer that was around my eye.

"Why did you punch your glasses?" The voice asked. They'd only said three things to me, but I was already getting incredibly annoyed with them. I slowly blinked my eyes open, trying to get used to the haziness and the apparent slight blue tint that had suddenly taken over the world. Why blue, of all colors? "Oh, good, you're finally awake." The voice decided to speak up again, its source leaning over me. Through the blur these glasses gave to the world, I could see that the voice had come from a girl… probably in her early twenties? She'd dyed her hair some obnoxiously bright green color, was decked out in (what looked like) camouflage, and had ridiculous pink goggles. She looked like one of the street fashion kids, in a weird way.

I fumbled around and made weird groping gestures with my hands for a few minutes, before finally managing to force myself up into a sitting position. Okay, so I had been lying at the top of a very very small flight of steps leading up to some kinda churchy temple building thing. Oh, wonder-

Wait.

I had been on a beach before I passed out, hadn't I? So why was I here, on this building I'd never seen before? Had I been kidnapped? No, Rin, you twit, calm yourself. You couldn't have been kidnapped, else they'd have tied you up or something. Just find out where you are; it could be one of the back suburbs. But why would I have ended up in a back suburb? Doesn't matter, I just had to find out. "So, uh," I began, turning to face the girl "Where am I? And who are you, anyway? When did I get here?"

"Jeez, you ask a lot of questions," The girl said, grinning "You're on one of the islands of Entropica. My name is Megpoid, but I'd prefer it if you called me Meg. I'm an army Major. I'm not quite sure when you got here, but you were sleeping in the town square at dawn when I got here."
"So I wasn't on a beach, then?" How the hell would I get from a beach to a town square on an island that wasn't even real?
"Umm, nope. The closest beach is about two miles thattaway," Meg said, pointing off to her right. "Why, didja go to sleep on the beach? 'Cause that would explain your clothes."
"… Yeah, sure," I groaned "Let's say I fell asleep on the beach. Whatever."

Meg and I both fell silent for a very long time after this, just sitting at the top of the steps watching the town wake up. Slowly, a small trickle of people moved around what I assumed to be the town square in front of us. General stores and bakeries opened, kids with backpacks walked off on a path to our left, to where the school probably was. It was nice and peaceful I suppose, but a small part of me felt that it was small and stifling – I mean, I am a city kid. This was a tiny town of, like… two hundred? What did they do for fun here? Probably just talked and ate, maybe they sewed or something, or went to the beach. How boring; it would be so much better if they had arcades and stuff.

In an attempt to break up the silence after what was at least half an hour of doing nothing, I decided to talk to Meg some more. "So…" I half-mumbled, hoping it'd be enough to catch her attention "What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I'm here to see the priest," She replied, continuing to stare out at the town square "He's the only one my boss will listen to, but I guess he's out of town right now.""Your boss? Where do you wo- oh, wait, you said you were a Major, right? So then your boss would be a…"
"General."
"Right, right. I don't really know that sort of thing. Um, what's it like in the army?"
"Pretty boring," Meg droned, finally looking at me "I haven't been up to a whole lot lately, and the General's totally chewing me out for it. Not my fault there's nothing to do." I simply nodded in agreement, not really knowing what to say. How can a kid even have any idea of what it's like to be in the army?

"Well, since you've asked me lots of questions, I feel I should ask you one. Who'd you commission those glasses from? They're such an amazing replica of the Cursed Glasses" Meg asked, tilting her head a little in an attempt to look curious (when really, it made her look quite stupid). "I mean, they're so pretty and detailed!"
"I'm… not really sure what you mean, or what the Cursed Glasses are." I responded, staring at Meg. Commissioned? I didn't ask for these, I found them!
"Going by the detail, they must have been made by someone from Techlogica." Meg continued, completely ignoring the fact that I was clueless about what she was saying "Did you get them as a gift, then?" Meg leaned forward and reached up to touch the side of the glasses. Yeah, you know, just ignore my personal space. Not that I care.
"I found these," I stated, glaring at Meg in my vain attempt to get her out of my space "I was going rock-climbing at the beach and found these in a gap between the rocks."

Meg looked at me awkwardly, as if to say 'I know you're lying'. "So, you just… found them? Can I try them on, if you don't mind?" I rolled my eyes and sighed. Meg may be an army Major, but she was much more like a persistent child.
"If you must," I said, sighing, reaching up to take the glasses off my face… only to find that I couldn't. I pulled and tugged and poked and prodded, but nothing would wake them come off! It was like they were cemented to my face! Meg was watching me struggle, occasionally reaching forward to try and help but retracting her hand just as quickly. After what felt like forever, I gave up and slouched over. Great. Now these glasses were stuck to my face.

"You know," Meg spoke up after a few minutes "If those glasses won't come off… they must be real."
"What does that matter?" I snapped "Why does it matter if they're real or not?"
"Because… that means you're the Valiant." After Meg spoke, she sat there for a few moments, seemingly in deep thought. "You're the Valiant!" She suddenly shouted, grabbing my hands and dragging me to stand up "You're the Valiant! You're the Valiant!"
"Yes, I know, you ju-"
"I'm so happy that's you're back! We're going to war! The Valiant's back; we're going to war!" Meg sang, dancing around in circles at the top of the steps, dragging me along with her. The Valiant? Going to war? Did she mean actual war?

"Oi, Meg!" A male voice shouted between her bouts of happy singing "What's this about the Valiant?"

Somehow, I didn't think I would be going home anytime soon.