The night had finally faded and the early morning rose in this strange, weird world in which our blue-haired hero has fallen into. The chirping crickets and croaking frogs had finally died down during the night yesterday, allowing the swordsman to comfortably—or at least a peaceful—rest. Now, it was just birds chirping and the warm, beaming sun in his face and the nagging voice of his guardian spirit that awakened him.
Kalas! Kalas, wake up! Z nagged, right on schedule.
"Nnngh… Mmm… Just five more minutes…" groaned the sleepy Kalas. He turned over to prove his point for five more minutes, eyes closed and a peaceful smile plastered to his face. Z sighed, and wished he had hands so he could slap the living crap out of his host. But alas, it did not work that way, so he did the only thing he could do: Yell and insult.
KALAS WAKE UP YOU FART HEAD! YOU'RE ON FIRE! The spirit blared loudly, jolting the swordsman up from his spot instantaneously.
"Wh-wh-where's the fire!" Kalas jerked up, frantically padding himself down. "Where is it? Is it on me? AAAAGH!" he cried in panic. He stop, dropped, and rolled several times, and only heard the endless laughing of his spirit roaring in giggles. What? "Z? What's so funny? I'm on FIRE!"
No, doofus! You're not on fire. I only said that so you could wake up. But it was pretty worth it because your face was priceless to watch! Ba-ha-ha-ha-ha! Z laughed loudly. Oh gods… Oh man, Oh that was the best thing ever. I have to pat myself on the back for that one. Kalas clenched his fist tight and growled lowly. He couldn't believe he fell for that one, or rather, rolled into it. "Ha-dee-ha, very funny." Kalas pouted, walking back to the cave and putting his winglet and cape back on. But as soon as he snapped the winglet on, it stung him.
"Ow! What the he—!" he snarled, removing the contraption from his back. "Why does it hurt?"
I dunno… But that was weird. Try again, Kalas.
"Humph. I am." The blue head tried again, snapping the device to his left again, and, once more, he got that agitated, stinging feeling of pain. "Ugh, it happened again! What is up with this thing?" The guardian spirit shrugged at his rhetorical question. Wait a second, he doesn't even have a body. Kalas noticed this and a skeptical eyebrow went up. "Z… How did you shrug? You don't have a body."
I don't know, Kalas. I just did I guess. Replied the spirit. But now that you said something about the pain, I felt it too. Try to unfurl your right wing, maybe something will happen when you put the winglet on after that. Kalas still puzzled and skeptically eyed his spirit, probably mentally since Z wasn't solid so he couldn't look at him physically. The spirit sighed lowly, and urged him to do it anyway. Just try it.
"Fine." Kalas huffed and then drew out his right, raven looking wing of the heart. What he didn't know, is that a left, identical one drew out at the same time. Z gaped in shock.
Kalas! You… You have TWO wings now!
"What? Really!" the teenaged swordsman padded his left side, and sure enough, he felt the feathers of the left wing there. How was this possible? He was only born with one… "That's impossible! But it's there anyway."
Maybe it's this strange world you're in. That reminds me that we still have to find out where this place is—Kalas your EARS! Z shouted, and it made him cringe. "What about my ears?"
They're… POINTY! OH MAN!
"Z shut up and stop yelling at me." Kalas ordered, and then feeling his small ears with his hands. "I don't see what's so—" he stopped. He felt up his ears slowly, over and again. His eyes widened in absolute fear. His hands stopped at the small, pointed tip of his ears, petting them down slowly. They weren't fake; they were real and they were on him! "AAAGH!" cried the swordsman.
Kalas! What's happening to you!
"I have no hulking idea, Z! Why are you asking me!"
I don't know! It just seemed like the best thing to do at the moment!
"Idiot derpface! Look what's happened to me!"
I know! Z and Kalas were panicking, shouting insults and quarreling all around. What they didn't know is that they were drawing attention to some nearby bandits, who didn't appreciate being woken up early with shouts of panic. In fact, it irritated them to no end. The leader of the bandits growled, rubbing his eyes awake.
"Blast! What's makin' all that annoying racket!" bellowed the ruffian with light green hair. "Someone go out there and shut it up! And make it snappy! I need my sleep!" One bandit with black, braided hair got up, axe in hand and nodded.
"I will go and silence the nuisance." And out he left from their ragged hideout. He followed the bellowing of Kalas' voice, as well as hearing another voice inside his head. Or was it talking to his heart? He couldn't tell because both voices were annoying him now. He had to hurry up and kill the vermin making all the racket. Through some trees and bushes later, he stumbled upon the wailing swordsman, clutching his ears and groaning loudly about 'my ears are pointy!'. Rubbish the bandit didn't care for.
"Hey you! Quiet, will ya? Some of us are trying ta'sleep!" raged the angry ruffian, glaring his beady black eyes at the teenager. Kalas still kept wailing, not hearing the bandit man, but Z, with his good hearing, or spirit sensing—whatever it was that he could tell someone was close by, kicked in.
Kalas! A person found us! He warned, trying to snap his host out of his predicament. Unfortunately, Kalas didn't hear his spirit either, for he was too busy sobbing his eyes out. Z fumed and the bandit growled in anger at the same man, but moreso the bandit was angry because Kalas didn't hear him. "HEY YOU! SHADDAP ALREADY!" the ruffian yelled again.
Ugh! King of Derps, PAY ATTENTION! Z insulted venomously, catching Kalas' attention at that.
"What'd you just call me?"
King of Derps! Listen to me! Stop acting OOC and pay attention! Somebody found us, and he doesn't look nice! Look behind you! Ignoring the insults, Kalas turned around and did find the annoyed bandit, armed with an axe. The blue head eyed him quizzically. "How long was he there? And what the hell is 'OOC'?"
He's been there for like a minute or so, and I have no idea… But he doesn't look friendly.
"Tch! That little voice wherever it's comin' from is right! You bumbling idiot! You're a-wakin' up us bandits! We need some beauty sleep just like you peasants, so keep your voice down or I'll silence it fer ya!"
"Aw you big whiny baby, shut up." Kalas retorted, earning a glare from the recipient. "I don't have time for this crap."
"Y-you! That's it!" the ruffian reared his axe and lunged for Kalas. However the swordsman, being at level 99 he was—or was it level 30? He didn't care. He out maneuvered the lunging axe user easily, evading him easily. A cocky smirk was on Kalas' face as he kept on dodging the man's attacks, irritating him to no end. "Why you—! Stay still, vermin!"
"Not a chance!" Kalas whipped out his sword magnus and drew it out instantly, clashing with the man's axe in a timely fashion. The man backed away, stunned by the sudden appearance of the blade from nowhere. "Wh-what kind of sorcery is that!"
"Not sorcery, idiot. Magnus!" Kalas struck the man dead by cleaving him in two, then took a step back, taking a deep breath. "Whew, he was annoying. But not as annoying as Giacomo."
Wow.
"I still have to kill that bastard, too. But I can't if I'm in a foreign world." Kalas drew his wings back and decided to put his winglet in an empty magnus for now. So, that's exactly what he did. "You know, something, Z…"
What?
"We didn't ask him where we were…"
Z face palmed. Somehow. Fool… But, it couldn't be helped. He was trying to attack us, so that's kinda what he gets. Hm? The spirit stopped chattering, which drew Kalas' attention close. Someone else is coming, Kalas. And it smells like soldiers from yesterday! Soldiers, huh? Maybe he could get some payback for them brandishing their weapons at him. But, something else was fishy. How did Z smell them? He didn't have a nose.
Shut up with that thought, Kalas. I know I don't have a nose!
"Then why'd you say you could smell them? That didn't make any sense."
And? I just like breaking the fourth walls with my ingenious mind.
"…I'm not going to comment on that. Let's get out of here."
Please do.
The swordsman called back his weapon in its appropriate magnus, unfurled his wings again and took off. The chilling breeze of the new morning felt good into his hair, wings and on his face. But he still had yet to find anyone that he could talk to without them trying to kill him first then ask questions later. This world was absolutely crazy with fools and idiots, and Kalas hoped he wouldn't catch the crazy disease while he was here. After what seemed like an hour of flight, the swordsman yawned. He had no idea where he was going; he was flying around aimlessly.
How much longer are you gonna fly around aimlessly?
"Until I find some sort of village, duh. Don't rush me."
Not rushing, but just asking, twerp. Sheesh. So unappreciative.
"I am appreciative! Take that back you figment of imagination!"
Why I never! How dare you! Just for that, you're now the official Emperor of Derps!
"Why you—"
"Hey! Craving crow! This is the land of Phoenicis! You're not allowed here!"
The gruff voice was overhead, and Kalas looked up to see a man with brown wings, a white headband wrapped around his head, pointed ears, ruffled light brown hair, clothed in a light green tunic shirt, cream colored trousers and brown sandals was flying above him. In fact, there were quite a few of them. Were they quadruplets? Unfortunately, another insult to Kalas at this time was the bad idea. "What'd you call me, punk?" snapped Kalas.
"I called you a craving crow! You stupid raven!" the winged man bellowed again.
"Say it to my face, retard!" Kalas snarled, retrieving his weapons from their magnus again. The winged people were startled in awe at how Kalas was holding a weapon in his hand. But, the first one wasn't so much as phased by it.
"Tch! You think you look all important by holding that sword! I'll teach you a lesson, scum!" He outstretched his wings and began to glow green light, his form turning into the green speckles of light and into a large, cawing hawk of the same colored wings as before. Kalas half gulped at the massive size of the bird, and even Z was wetting his pants. Well, if he had any, he would be.
Woah, he's huge! Z croaked out loud.
"Well, duh! I know that!"
"What was that voice? Agh, it doesn't matter! I'm going to rip out your head off, traitorous scum!" The hawk squawked, and charged at Kalas. The raven-winged teen ducked from the huge talons that tried to grab him and swerved away. He ignored Z's ranting complaints about how close that was to his head and focused on trying to hit the darn thing. Unfortunately, Z's nagging voice pelted him harder with irritation.
"Z, shut up and lend me your power! I can't get a decent hit!" Kalas barked, throwing the spirit into tumbling confusion.
Fine! Z channeled his energy into Kalas' heart again, this time filling his wings with the same magic. The light was emitting from around the swordsman heart, like a circle of flooding power. Kalas channeled this power into his long sword and smirked, as the hawk men were gawking in awe. "I am time, dispeller of wind—"
Kalas, no time for mottos! Just hit him with the darn move!
"Ugh. That's my favorite part! Fine!" he huffed. "Lingering Time!" the blue head smacked the spirit power of Chronos at the hawk, encasing the brown bird in a flash of time-based energy. The magic surged through it and he automatically transformed out of his large, avian form, and sluggishly fell from the sky. The others stopped gaping in awe and rushed to their companion's side, lifting him.
"The hell was that!" one asked.
"I don't know! That raven is possessed!"
"He knows magic! Impossible!"
Ugh! It's not magic! It's spirit energy! Z raged, but this only startled the hawks even more.
"Ghost!"
"L-let's get out of here and report this to King Tibarn!"
The brown winged men hurried away, with Kalas laughing in triumph at their escape. He didn't feel like giving chase to his assailants, as it would have been pointless. "Yeah! Run away you dweebs! Come back anytime! Ha ha ha!"
Kalas… you idiot. You didn't ask them where we were either! How much idiotic can you get!
"Ha ha ha ha—what?" Kalas snapped out of his laughing spree and crunched his face in irritation instantly. "Why are you lashing insults at me now? They were trying to rip my head off and all you have to say is that we didn't ask them where we were? At least you could ask me if I was okay!"
Well GEE sorry, Mr. Whinypants! If I asked if you were okay, that'd be a stupid question because you're obviously OK since you beat them so easily. With MY help, of course!
"HUMPH!"
No don't pout! You know I'm right! Fess up! Admit that I'm right!
"No way!"
Chicken! Z giggled evilly as his mind hatched an idea. No pun intended on that. Bwak Bwak BWAAAAK! Ch-ch-ch-chickeeeeen!
Kalas' face turned a bright shade of red, due to being embarrassed and insulted like so. His eyes twitched, and he wished he could get far away from his guardian spirit and his lashing insults, but he couldn't. They were bound together for only the higher ups knew how long, and there was no way out. "Sh-shut up—"
And stop thinking you can get away from me because you can't. HARR!
"I know that, derpface!"
I'm not a derp nor do I have a face! How many times must I tell you that?
"Until you stop calling me names."
…Then that'll never happen. Because at the rate you're going, you'll never hear the end of it from me. So, get used to it, bub.
"Humph. Then I'll keep calling you derpface. So we're even."
Sigh. Fine then. Can we at least get out of here before more of those honking hawks come back with reinforcements to try and rip your head off? They said something about this being Phoenicis, whatever that is, and flew off that way to the west, so let's not go that way. Try heading north.
"Fine."
Kalas returned his sword and flapped his wings northward. He and Z still didn't know where they were heading for, as Kalas was just following the instruction of his spirit's voice. Another hour passed, Kalas miraculously not feeling so tired as he usually would having lived in the Sky and its hardening power of the influence of the End Magnus. But, he decided to land, rest up and have something small to eat.
Hey Kalas, I see a large camp over there. Z pointed out, nodding his host to the direction he was spotting. The blue-haired teen looked to where his spirit was directing him. Indeed there was a camp. And a lot of people walking in and out of tents below. Maybe he could find some answers as well as food here. "Nice find, Z. Let's land and maybe get some answers."
Yeah, hopefully we'll meet someone nice for a change. The last three encounters were all hostile and mean.
"I'll agree with that."
Kalas flapped his wings and lightly closed them in and out, coming to a slow landing softly to the ground. The camp wasn't silent; in fact there were a bunch of people walking around, all of different shapes and sizes. They all had strange hair colors, not that Kalas' was any stranger, but to him they were weird. The strangest thing was most of these people had tails and ears like cats and wings of brown, just like the one he encountered before! Uh-oh, this wasn't nor did it look good.
Kalas, this doesn't look good. Z repeated. There are more of those hawk guys here, too.
"…I know, Z. Hush now, will ya…? Before they hear you."
Well! I'm only trying to be helpful like I'm supposed to be!
"Shh!"
Unfortunately for them, the hawk and cat people managed to hear the spirit's voice echoing in their hearts and minds, and immediately turned to the newcomer. Kalas tensed up, knowing he was spotted. Sometimes he wished he was the only one that could hear his spirit's voice… "Crap. They spotted us, Z…"
Thanks Captain Obvious! I know that!
"You don't have to insult and yell at me every time this happens!"
Yes I do. It teaches you a valuable lesson to learn from!
"Bah!"
One of the cat people approached him, glaring at him with her vicious, feral purple eyes. She had orange hair, cat ears and tail, wearing a green top and tan shorts, her cat feet covered in sandals, and wore a long, green bell collar. How cute, Kalas thought, but noticed her glare and decided that wasn't the cute thing about her. "Who are you?" she demanded firmly.
"I'm just a guy for adventure. Just wandering by." Kalas answered, sensing hostility.
"How do we know you're not a spy from Begnion?" the cat woman asked sharply. She took in a few sniffs of the air and growled lowly. "And you're a raven to boot! You're a traitor of Naesala's cawing crows! How dare you step foot in our camp!"
"Woah woah woah! Hold on! Time out!" Kalas put up his hands in defense, but the conversation just grew intense. "I don't mean any harm!"
"Worm! You and your black winged brothers betrayed us to the empire!" a cat man with yellow ears and tail shot back hatefully. "How can we trust what you've done to the hawks of Phoenicis! Your betrayal led us to many casualties in this war!"
"Huh?"
What? Z finished Kalas' staggering disbelieving question. What are you fleabags talking about? We didn't do anything! Kalas is innocent! Z snapped, startling the cat and bird people and making them even angrier than before. Kalas glared at his guardian spirit, clenching his fist. "What was that, vermin? How dare you insult us fellow laguz that way!"
"Tsk! Thanks a lot, Z. Now they're even madder than before!" Kalas lectured.
Well, uh you're welcome?
"What are you blabbering about? Speak up!"
"Actually, let's just kill him here! He deserves to die for all his people have done to us!" shouted one of the hawk men. Other roared in agreement, transforming into their beast forms and edging close to Kalas. The teen backed up, slightly trembling, but whipped out his sword from its magnus, shocking majority of them to surprise. "Wh-what the! Where did that sword come from?"
"He's a Begnion spy! They must have taught him swordplay! It's the only plausible answer!"
"Jerkwads! I ain't got a clue what you're all talking about but if it's a fight you want, then come and get some!" Kalas snarled back, his eyes narrowing angrily, challenging them. "Z!"
Right! The spirit once again channeled his power into Kalas, the raven-teen jumped out of the way from a raging claw of a gray tiger's reach. A few brown and yellow cats lunged at him, but he battered them away with the flat edge of his blade easily like baseballs. The light submerged into Kalas grew brightly, engulfing the teenager in it, and into his weapon. He lifted himself away from ground level, out of the reach of the craving claws of the cats and tigers alike, now at the mercy of the talons of the hawks.
"I am fire, dispeller of water!"
Kalas! No mottos! No time for it! Just hit them!
"Z! I like using my signature lines for these moves! It's so much fun, and catchy!"
Ugh! Just. Do. Et. Now!
"Fine!" Kalas ducked under some charging talons once more before sending his spirit power for the cats. "Hellfire!" the volcanic energy was hot, burning their paws with the intense heat. The raven-winged teen laughed as the felines were scampering around like furballs on fire, literally. They were bellowing in fury, trying to get away from the scorching hot area. The orange haired cat woman snarled, staring up at the laughing blue-haired boy.
"Wretch!" she snapped venomously.
"That gawking crow has magic too?"
"Impossible!"
HA HA HA look at their faces! It's so funny! I'm enjoying this! ROFL! Z cackled out loud. His host echoed his outrageous hilariousness. More roars of rage and anger rambled on for several minutes until a hard voice interrupted them all.
"What the hell is going on out here?" said the strong, bland voice. All attention turned to the owner, who was a man with dark blue hair, wearing a green headband with stern blue eyes, and sported a long, red cape. He was accompanied by a younger looking… girl? With long black hair with red eyes, dressed in black robes and had a strange red mark on the forehead. Next to that person, a large, muscular man with fluffy, fiery red hair and another cat person with light blue hair, ears and tail and strange colored eyes. The orange haired cat woman approached the man with blue hair, well with darker blue hair, immediately. "Ike! There is a raven here!" she hissed, indicating Kalas high in the air. "He is causing a ruckus!"
"A traitor is here?" the red haired muscle man bellowed angrily. At the sound of this commotion, two more winged people, one with dark brown, wearing a green top, purposefully slit open down the center, exposing his buff chest, cream pants, brown boots and a red headband. His eyes were a menacing grey color and he had large, gradient brown colored wings. The one next to him was a man garbed in literally all white, save for a few streaks down his pants were a light yellow color. He was pale, had soft green eyes, and long, blond hair. He sported pearly white wings. Kalas chuckled, easily mistaking this guy as one of Ladekhan's relatives.
"Lethe, where is the worm? I will rip him to shreds!"
"I'd like my own go at this guy. Where is he?" said the relatively large hawk man.
"He is up there!" the orange cat woman called Lethe pointed her comrades towards Kalas, who still looked down at them in confusion. For some reason, he could hear them clearly, as if his hearing enhanced somehow. The man called Ike looked up, maintaining his expression, and sighed heavily. "Someone bring him down here." He said simply.
"I will." Spoke up another hawk person. He had light brown hair and matching colored wings, and looked quite young. He wore a red tunic top, tan trousers, a green sash across his waist and easy eyes. Another hawk with dark brown wings, spiky brown hair, narrowed eyes, and garbed in dark brown robes as well. "I will accompany him."
"All right Janaff, Ulki. Go." Commanded the taller hawk man. The two nodded and sprung into the air with their wings, flying towards Kalas.
Kalas! More of them are coming! But… they don't seem to be wanting to hurt us. Z said softly, the blue-haired teen staying cautious. He held onto his swords, prepared to strike should they do anything weird. "Who are you?" questioned Kalas.
"I'm Janaff and this is Ulki. We don't wanna hurt you."
"Oh yeah? Well your friends obviously wanted to skin me alive! I didn't even do anything, and they're lashing claims at me like a whip!" huffed Kalas. "I think it was rude of them to throw assumptions."
"If you'd come down, perhaps we can talk this over with our king and commander of this army." Suggested Ulki, who kept as calm as possible with his soft, but firm voice. Kalas' face still showed with protest and anger, quite upset with the whole mess he wasn't responsible for. However, Z's nagging, whispering, voice grabbed his attention.
Come on Kalas. They're not attacking us like the rest of them. And, they could tell us where we are finally, and maybe grab something good to eat… This is probably one of our last chances to get something right.
"Sigh. Fine then…" he reluctantly agreed with the two hawk men and descended down slowly. Once were aground, Kalas called back his wings and blades with flashes of light, startling just about everyone that was around. The blue-haired teen shot them all annoyed glares, as if they hadn't seen somebody with wings of the heart before. "What are you all staring at?" Before any of them could snarl back, the man named Ike stepped forward to him. He was quite muscular toned himself, his serious blue eyes harpooning on Kalas like a shark. Both the host and spirit were crumbling in awe at the taller swordsman.
"I think we'll need to have a talk. Come to my tent."
"…So that's the end of it." Kalas said about an hour and a half later, having finished explaining his tale from the start of the Trail of Souls with his allies, and then somehow winding up here. He didn't explain the magnus, his wings or his spirit yet, who had been quiet the entire time. "As far as I know, I have no clue where I am. I'm just…here." He finished. The occupants inside Ike's tent other than Ike himself were his comrades Soren, the black robed man as it was confirmed, Skirmir, the hot-headed red-haired man, Tibarn, the large hawk man, Janaff and Ulki, the other two hawks who came to him earlier, Reyson, a heron prince, and Ranulf, the blue cat man.
"…Interesting tale." Spoke Soren softly, who had absorbed the tale like a wet sponge.
"I agree. I had no idea such places existed." The White Prince added, still trying to put the story together.
"I apologize for my men attacking you, young Kalas." Skirmir added. "But, this is war against the Begnion armies. And a traitor amongst us Laguz has betrayed us."
"Naesala, the Raven King." Ranulf was next to chip in. His ears twitched irritably, which Kalas still thought was cute. Seeing a cat man was intriguing, and very strange. "He is the one that was just spies for the empire, and told them about our plans to attacking their cargo… That's why they were so hostile towards you."
"I see. That's OK then. I think I understand." Kalas replied. "But I will tell you… I'm not a… well, a raven Laguz like they are. I'm just a normal guy." Ike quizzically lifted his head up in this one, and Kalas was getting all sorts of confused stares from the group. He coughed to clear his throat before continuing. "I mean. I'm not like you guys. My wings are… special, you can say."
"Ah yes. That was an odd display." Soren noted, his serious, auburn eyes staring at the blue-haired swordsman. "It's uncommon for any Laguz to use weapons, let alone magic."
"It's too complex for us, so we just use our talons and claws to attack." Tibarn added in. "So, you using a weapon startled most, and when you didn't transform, it surprised them even more." The hawk king stretched his wings, and crossed his arms. "So, Kalas. You look like a reasonable guy. How does your wings differ from ours?"
"Well, they're called Wings of the Heart where I'm from. They're wings, projections of the heart. Almost like an illusion, but they're real and are connected spiritually to your heart." Kalas explained as best as he could, hoping to not confuse his listeners. Thankfully, they seemed to grasp that, but still had on addled expressions. "Hmm, I see…" Reyson spoke. "And, correct me if I'm wrong, Kalas, but there is a strange presence that lurks in your heart… I can feel it…"
"Huh? You can?"
"Yeah. Reyson's a heron. They can peer into anyone's hearts and minds, and can read them, and tell what they're thinking by the flow of emotions and such." added Ranulf and his small explanation. He then noticed Kalas' expression of surprise and lightly grinned. "Sorry…"
"No, it's OK." The teen replied. "So… I guess I shouldn't keep him a secret anymore. Z, go ahead and introduce yourself."
Huh, about time. I was getting cold feet… Any longer of silence and I would have drowned. Everyone in the tent jumped lightly, except Reyson, who merely smiled. The voice of the spirit was enchanting and had extraordinary power, of course. However, the startled group members blinked in confusion and shock. "Where…? Something was talking to my heart…?" Soren wondered first. The others basically said the same thing, looking clueless.
"Oh stop being a drama queen." Kalas lectured, which Z huffed in defiance.
Fine. AHEM. Anyway, hello everyone. My name is Z. I'm a Guardian Spirit, and my host is this Kalas. It's nice to meet you!
Everyone froze for a bit, still trying to get used to the feeling of a voice speaking into their hearts. It was a strange feeling, but the White Prince knew how it felt, almost. He smiled warmly and was the first to speak up. "Hello, Z. It's nice to meet you as well. Your voice… tickles my heart a little. It's very warm and gentle."
Thank you, Prince Reyson. Your heart is hardened with hatred for those Begnion people, I can tell. I'm very sorry to see your people were put at harm and danger because of those senators.
"…Yes. That is what we, the Laguz Alliance, have been fighting for a long while. But, we are on the move now. They have the Central Army after us and we are retreating back to Gallia to get reinforcements as well as our injured men back into shape."
Oh, I see. Well, if you're on the run from people, me and Kalas will help you fight! Right, Kalas?
"Yeah, I guess we can. We don't have anywhere else to go." The blue-haired teen sighed, earning a happy, chirping spirit's voice of approval. "But, something's bugging me. Where exactly is this? Anyone want to pitch in and tell me?"
"Oh, right." Ike spoke up now. His face didn't seem to change from expression; it always looked sour and stale, and Kalas wondered if his face was always like that. He raised an eyebrow, allowing the swordsman in charge to continue. "This is Tellius."
Aaaand, Kalas and Z find out where they are. Mahahaha! Next chapter will definitely have action in it. Now that Kalas is with the Greil Mercenaries and the Laguz Alliance. Hurray! And, yes I'm using Radiant Dawn rather than Path of Radiance. I wanted to use PoR, but then again, the hawks have more rage for the ravens in RD, so I decided to use that. Anyway, Leave a review if you want!