And I'm back! Now we shall begin ze progress! Oh sweet wonderful progress! Hm…I'm thinking of not adding another OC. I might oblige if someone were to request it though. Anyway! Let us begin!
You may or may not have noticed, but I changed my Pen Name. I dunno. My usual just was so…bland. But I don't mind if you call me Thoaria or Tcc! Whichever you prefer! I guess the 'T' stands for something now…Meh. Now I need stuff for the c's… (That has no relevance to Thor whatsoever.)
Ahem! Anyway! Sometimes I may contradict the notes in my writing. That's because these are my thoughts and such before I begin.
Do you want me to censor curses? Like not shit or crap, but bigger words?
I would also like to thank Tumerboy12 for the support! Go and check out his story Coexistence! ASAP! Or I'll find you and…*muffled cackles*
Chapter 8: Mr. Goatman, Badass at Work
November 17, X178
"….Wait. Crap. I wrote the wrong date on the first freaking page. Meh…Let me fix that…Okay. It's the year…"
I stopped writing here and turned to Miriel who was conveniently next to me in the caravan.
"Miriel?"
"What is it?" She asked as she pushed her glasses up her nose. Damn. That's some seriously flash coming from those. Yowch.
"Um…This may sound crazy, but what is today's date?"
Please say the year, please say the year, please say the year!
"November 17, 2609 years after the Hero-King founded the Halidom of Ylisse. That is the most common year measurement, after all. 2609 A.D. Alternatively, people say 1609 years after the First Exalt, 2709 years after Anri slayed Medeus, 2708 years after Altea aka Ylisse or Archanea, or lastly–."
"Okay! Got it, Miriel!" I said, quickly, to stop her from hurting my head even more.
"2609 A.D. That's what Miriel said. Well, that's what I derived from her crazy, long and confusing explanation.
"Anyway, I decided not to document every boring moment of our journey to the inner walls of Ferox. It's an Attack on Titan concept. Sort of. It has three walls with many leagues (5.55600 km) of land in between. That's probably why they needed two khans…We had passed through the first wall a few days ago. It was just the Longfort. No special name. A few hours ago we passed through Wall Lupus. Soon we would reach Wall Lupa. Not much difference or creativity there, I know. But Ferox has this Roman-like history with wolves apparently. Something about two wolves finding a young boy named Gengha and saving him…Sort of reminds me of—."
"Shepherds!" I heard Chrom yell from somewhere outside the caravan, "We are about to enter the final wall! Get your belongings and be ready to be lead to your respective rooms!"
Blah, blah. Usual stuff. I want to meet the khan now.
I quickly scribbled a few more words at the bottom of the journal entry.
"Chrom's a-calling. Gotta get through this final wall. Ciao!"
Placing my stuff in my funderful knapsack, I jumped up and out of the caravan…and landed right in front of the new guy.
"Oh, hello!" I said cheerfully to the tall, blonde dude, "You're…Dylan, right?"
Hey! I'm actually shorter than som—Well…Someone who isn't in the Shepherds…These are some tall people and I thought I was tall….
"…"
"Oh? Staring contest it is!" What better excuse to look at someone who doesn't belong without being a creep! It wasn't going anywhere so I just sighed and gave up.
"Ha! I win!" He smirked evilly.
"…Tch. Only because I let you!" I scoffed as I frowned. Then my frown went away. You can't frown around this guy…Friggin cheerful aura, probably… "A-anyway. Was I right or wrong?"
"Yeah and you're….? Sorry, your name has slipped my mind…" He said apologetically.
"It's Erin, Sunshine,"
"Well met, Eri—Did you just call me Sunshine?!"
"Just figured you needed a nickname…" I murmured, "Welcome to the group!"
"Group?"
"Of people who don't belong in the Shepherds. What's with the Ezio Auditore getup anyway?"
"I was at a convention…" He shook his head, "So what you're saying is; you're from Earth?"
"The one and only Erin Fedelta," I bowed dramatically before continuing forwards. I totally forgot about the room situation and the khan. Let's hope they didn't meet her yet…Nope! They're still over there!
"That name's familiar…"
"Really?"
"Yeah…Um…A recent news report, maybe?"
"Oh~ Rei, Brandon and I are famous?~" I looked back at him, "How so?"
"Three comatose teens for no reason maybe?"
"You'd think I was in a bad SAO fanfic…But instead I'm in a bad Fire Emblem one!"
"Huh. Exactly what I said," He thought for a minute, "Though I remember another name. It occurred a few days after you…I can't recall it…Sorry."
"Nah. It's fine," I said, "We can pull it up later on—."
A loud and familiar voice interrupted our conversation.
"Dylan! Hurry up! The khan would like to speak with you!" Raimi yelled.
Dylan sighed, "That's my cue. See ya, Shorty!"
"Hey! I'm like a friggin half inch shorter than you!" I yelled back.
"That's oddly specific!"
I turned away and gazed at the stars and thought only one thing.
F*** you, Ms. M!
And then math was never relatively fun ever again…
I ran into the khan's throne room area thing in the middle of the conversation.
"Am I now?" Flavia said.
"Oh? Are you the East Khan?" I asked as everyone jumped and turned.
"Erin?" Chrom asked, "What are you doing here?"
I just ignored him and shook Flavia's hand furiously, "Hello, Khan Flavia! I'm Erin and that's Chrom and Robin and Lissa and Frederick the Wary!"
The khan smiled a bit before guffawing, "Quite the sprightly one, aren't you?"
I blinked a few times, awkwardly, before immediately stepping back a few paces and rubbed my head sheepishly, "I'm not normally like that…Just making new friends is fun…." I looked behind the khan and waved, "Oh! Hi, Sunshine!" He just facepalmed.
And so did everyone else.
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"Sorry~!" I said meekly with a 'meep' before stepping behind the group.
Frederick glared, Robin sighed, Chrom shook his head and Lissa giggled. At least one of those reactions was good.
"Ahem," Chrom cleared his throat, "So you're the East Khan?"
Flavia nodded, "Yes. I'm Flavia, as your friend here said. I apologize for the trouble the border guard gave you, Prince Chrom. You are welcome in Ferox."
"Thank you, but this misunderstanding can be put behind us. Your border guards were merely doing their duty."
"Is it true that brigands would dare impersonate milord and citizens of Ylisse and attack your border villages?" Frederick asked.
"Indeed, Sir Frederick," Flavia said, "We found documents saying as much on the corpse of their leader. Plegia seems set on rising tensions between our kingdoms."
"Damn them!" Chrom blurted out before thinking, "Apologies, Your Grace. That was indelicately put…"
"Ha! Here in Ferox plain speech is preferred!" Flavia smiled broadly, "Damn them and damn delicacy!"
"Then someone should have a word with their damn border guards~!" I sang innocently.
Flavia turned to me, "Now that's Feroxi diplomacy!"
Robin sighed loudly, "That's her only diplomacy."
"Are you trying to say something Robin?!" I asked indignantly, "Or do you want me to shove this sword up your ass?!" I gestured to the sword that was secured to the hip of my arrival outfit. Apparently I can't fight in my Espella attire that came from who knows where.
"Nothing~!" Robin simply said, "Stop jumping to conclusions~!"
"Quite the rowdy bunch you've got here, Prince!" Flavia said as Robin and I continued to bicker back and forth.
"They're damn nuisance sometimes, but they'll stay by your side to the bitter end," Chrom replied.
"Ha! Ha! I like you already," Flavia said before her smile faded, "I know why you come, but I cannot give what you ask."
Robin and I stopped bickering and faced Flavia as Lissa said sadly, "I thought you were the khan? Why can't you help? I don't understand…"
"I said that I was the East Khan. One of the two khans of Ferox," She started, "You see…There's a tournament every few years. Duo Lupi de Tournament, or more commonly known as The Tournament of the Two Wolves. We hold it to celebrate the two wolves in our lore and to decide who the reigning khan is as they decided which wolf would guide the East Khan and which wolf would guide the West Khan in the very same lore."
"That very tournament is tomorrow. I have no need for a champion…but if you seek our aid, then you'll fight for it," Flavia finished.
Dylan stiffened next to her before letting out a sigh, "Flavia?"
"Hm?"
"I believe Prince Chrom should face West Ferox's strongest champion."
"That is an idea…I was originally going to have them participate to give us an advantage early on…but if you insist…"
"I truly believe Prince Chrom is the better swordsman," He did an Attack on Titan fist salute.
"Very well. You are to fight the semifinalist, Su—Er, Dylan."
Chrom nodded in agreement and smiled at Sunshine, "So if we win; you get your power and we get our alliance? I thought we had no place in Feroxi traditions?"
"No, no! The khans themselves don't fight! They choose champions from outside kingdoms to represent. It stops blood feuds and dead khans!" Flavia explained, "That's where you come in. You, Prince, will be facing their champion. I hear that they're quite the swordsman."
"Please, just call me Chrom," Chrom said and then remained silent as he processed what she had said before nodding again, "He shall be defeated by Ylisse's necessity."
"Assuming the champion is male!" I said, "Females can be badass too!"
"…Feminist…" Robin muttered.
I glared at him as I silently plotted his death (next prank).
"They shall be defeated by Ylisse's necessity," Chrom corrected himself.
"Well spoken—I do hope you survive this tournament, Chrom," Flavia said as she left the room, "We will be departing shortly. You can decide who will represent your kingdom and the east on the trip there. Please note that the tournament is strictly limited to swordsmen,"
We had all piled into a huge caravan that Flavia had been using as transportation to the center of the kingdom. Arena Ferox was located smack-dab in the middle of Khan Basilio's castle/domain and Flavia's. It was called the Arena autem Gemini Ceu, which was roughly translated (via Google Translate) to the Arena of the Two Wolves.
"….and Erin."
I hadn't really been paying attention to Chrom and Robin's conversation, but when I heard Robin say my name, I jumped up.
"What are you plotting against me?" I immediately asked, "I'm right here so that would be a pretty bad idea."
Robin shook his head, "We weren't plotting anything. We just decided that you should participate in the tournament."
"M-me?!" I asked, flattered, but still why? "Why?"
"You're one of the only sword wielders we have," Chrom explained, "Only six can participate. Dylan and I are already in the tournament; so that leaves four others. You, Frederick, Brandon and Stahl."
"Certainly there would be someone else better though? Doesn't Sully know how to use a sword? Vaike?"
Robin looked to Chrom for this answer since he knew more about the Shepherds.
"Unfortunately, Sully isn't very agile when she isn't riding that beast of hers," Chrom replied, "And Vaike…though he's okay with an axe; that's all he can really do."
Vaike started from nearby, "HEY! DON'T DOUBT—"
Miriel silence him by throwing a book at him…
Oh. Wait. That was Rei. I forgot that she stole Miriel's Fire tome.
"Okay…When will I be fighting?" I asked after a moment. I hope I don't end up first or thi—
"The quarterfinals," Robin said simply as I began to freak out.
"WHAT?!"
"…Is there a problem with that?" Chrom asked.
"*sniff* I-I didn't know you guys put so much faith in me!"
I am resisting the urge to hug someone….
"But what idiot came up with that idea?!" I finished.
"…You really shouldn't call the tactician who leads you into battle an idiot…" Robin muttered.
"Really? If you're so smart; figure this out!" I reached into my bag and pulled out a convenient piece of parchment and 'pen.' I wrote down a simple order of operations problem. None of that Greek letter shit.
9 (-3+-2) 24 ÷ 8
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Robin just stared down at the painfully easy problem.
"…"
"Your answer should've been 145!" I replied as I held up my work.
"Robin…" Chrom said, "She's right, isn't she…"
"You must be some mathematician to know how to solve such a hard math problem…" Robin said as if it were nothing.
We're doomed, aren't we?!
"It takes bona fide talent!" I smiled at him, "That'll be 4 me; 4 you. We're tied."
"But you do realize that I let you win, right?" He continued.
WHAT?! I felt so smart about it too….
"And the answer isn't 145…" Robin smirked, "It's 135. Don't underestimate the tactician who leads you into battle."
….Oh. My bad. Said the wrong number…
"Well, aren't you just a genius!" I scoffed, "Bet you couldn't beat me at chess!"
Robin pulled a board out of who knows where, opened it, placed it on a table that came out of nowhere and placed carved figure of the Shepherds on said board. After that he leaned forward and folded his hands in his chin.
"Is that a challenge, Shorty?"
"Robin! I'm like half an inch shorter than you!" I scowled before eyeing the board in contempt. I was bluffing… "Challenge accepted, Bubbles."
"Now this isn't just any game of chess. The lighter pieces are Shepherds and the darker ones are Plegians, Risen, etc."
"Does it go by the weapon triangle?"
Robin shook his head, "No. In that aspect it's like traditional chess. Chrom—."
Upon hearing his name, Chrom looked over at the board from where he sat, daydreaming probably.
"—is the commander or king piece. If he kicks the bucket it's game over. Everyone else is their respective class. Eventually, I'm going to change the classes as they promote. I was going to make a piece the queen, but that would be a little odd, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah, wouldn't want to force Chrom into a marriage, would we?"
"Don't give me pictures, please!" Robin exclaimed, "We don't want little Chroms and Chromettes running around!"
Chrom simply blushed in embarrassment, "H-Hey! I'm not planning on starting a family anytime soon!"
I smiled knowingly, "I'm placing a bet on….somewhere between four and seven months. Then we'll see!"
Note to self: Make Chrom cough up money on May 14
Robin laughed and made his first move, "That I'd love to see. I don't doubt he'll reel in a catch before then…"
"G-Guys! Stop!" He became even redder.
Oh the joys of Chrom bashing.
I got you now Robin!
I moved my Risen Chief to finish off Chrom, "Check…."
WAIT. Can't he….
Robin smirked, "Checkmate."
Stand. Look at Robin evilly. And….
Robin's smirk vanished, "Did the temperature just drop 20 degrees?"
"Fuck this shit!"
FLIP TABLE.
The pieces flew across the caravan floor and the table a board fell to the ground as laughed my ass off. I have always wanted an excuse to do that!
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I should probably pick that up.
I knelt down and quickly picked up all the pieces; red as a tomato all the while. I really need to think before I act. Old…habits die hard? I don't really see that as a habit…It's like my napkin ripping habit though. I do it subconsciously.
Rei had walked over as I was picking up the pieces.
"She blew up, didn't she?" She suppressed a giggle.
Robin and Chrom nodded slowly as Robin asked, "Does this happen often?"
Rei shook her head, "Just don't put too much pressure on her or make her mad. You'll both have much longer lives that way," Rei smirked, "Let's just say; don't let the fuse blow up the tampon…"
"REI!" I exclaimed, "Keep it PG!"
"Says the one who swore before chucking this across the floor!"
Brandon's PoV (Long overdue! Apologies!)
"So…." Dylan murmured as he watched the girls throw stuff each other in the distance, "Is this a normal occurrence?"
"Fortunately, no. Rei's just taking it too far," I replied, "So you're East Ferox's original champion?"
"Flavia was pretty desperate. Honestly, I don't know how I did it….I was a fencer, but fencing is a more of a stabbing motion than slashes," He simply shrugged and then whispered, "You're from Earth?"
"Yeah. I was tied with Erin for the top of our class. So we were rivals of sorts."
"Really? You both don't really strike me as a nerdy type…."
"Oh, I had a scholarship for football and my instrument. She was a karate master and flutist. And aren't we all nerds really? Look around you…"
"True, true…What about Rei?"
"She and Erin are the best of friends. I think she was doing fashion and art. She's quite skilled."
"Hm…I see promotion outfits on the way~!" He said, "Maybe some group portraits too~!"
"Heh, yeah," I laughed, "What about you? What did you do with your life?"
Dylan shrugged, "Not much. I played football as well, fencing like I said before, comedy, singing, cartoons….."
"Wow. We're all multitalented here. That must be why we were chosen…."
"Who knows? Maybe you're right…" He tapped his chin in thought, "Tell me about the time you failed English."
I felt the color drain from my face, "She didn't…" From the look on his face I could tell that she did, "No."
"C'mon! Tell me!"
"…"
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"
"…."
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"
"UGH! FINE!"
Erin's PoV
….OMG OMG GOMGOMGOGMGOMGOMG. AJSADKJKASJDKKAJD.
I nun like dis at alls!
I began punching one of the walls in the coliseum. My match was after this one. This one being Brandon's. You see, when I get nervous, I get nervous. I either start clinging to intimate/close friends or shaking like a grandma. No offense grandmas. Seeing as Rei was in the bleachers, Brandon was fighting and I didn't want to creep Dylan out; I just punched the wall.
"Um…" Chrom's voice said from behind me, "Why are you punching the wall? And is that water forming around you? Did the temperature just drop? Or is it now more humid?"
"Do you want me to cling to your arm like a creep? I'm assuming no. I'm nervous. So I'm punching the wall," I turned from the wall, "Water? Where?" I felt a drop land on my head, "Oh….I dunno. Maybe something similar to what happened in that 'bear attack' on the way here?" I shook myself, "Can you run down the rules and how to win the tournament one more time?"
Chrom sighed. This was the fifth time I had asked.
"Every time someone wins, their side earns a point. The one with the most points after the final round ends with a draw or victory wins the tournament. If one side is losing and they win the final round; it's an automatic win. All dirty tactics are allowed. Kills are allowed. The opponent may surrender or yield."
"THE WINNER OF THIS ROUND IS THE WEST!" The announcer said as they pointed to the swordsman.
"Oh gods….That makes it 3:4. In favor of the West…" I muttered, "I think I'm gonna…Yep…Wait. No. I'm good!" I ran over and gave everyone really awkward hugs. Everyone including Stahl, Brandon, Robin, Dylan, Chrom and Frederick…Why isn't he in the quarterfi…Never mind. I'm still questioning this world's logic.
"W-wish me luck g-guys…" I slowly made it to the center of the arena as Robin was probably questioning his decision to send me in for the quarterfinal…
I turned to face my opponent. They were pretty tall, though not as tall as me. Yes. I am going to keep putting that out there. I'm a prideful bi'atch. She had long blue hair with—must be one of Chrom's future kids…I wonder who though…—that was up in a ponytail with a braid wrapped around the base of it. Part of her bangs were covering her left eye. Think: Saber from Fate/Stay Night. Her outfit was like a Lucina concept Ephraim. Just Ephraim, but female with Lucina's color scheme.
(Recommended Song: Uranus, the Magician, from Gustav Holst's Planet Suite)
"Hey!" I said to my opponent, "What's your name, miss?"
"My name isn't important, Ylissean," She replied curtly.
"It's proper for both parties to state their names before a duel," I pressed.
She sighed, "…Ephraim."
"After the ancient prince of Renais, huh? No matter," I bowed, "I'm Erin, pleased to meet you."
"Well met…." She said monotonously before bowing as well.
The room remained quiet for a moment before I broke the silence as I ran towards 'Ephraim'.
"Hyah!" I aimed a slash at her arm with she caught with her own blade.
Our blades immediately became locked and we both struggled for dominance. Seeing as we weren't getting anywhere, I threw a kick towards her face. She predicted this, somehow, and caught my foot with her fist before trying to pull it over her shoulder. I miraculously pulled my foot out of her grip and tried to pull off a right hook.
"…Grr…" From the grunt of pain I could tell that I did not miss.
She then did the unexpected and pulled me so my back faced her and planted a kick behind my knee. Like that one Eren pulls off in the…fourth (?) episode of Attack on Titan.
"OW! GODS! DAMN IT!" My left leg collapsed and pulled me onto my knees, "So you want to play it that way, huh?!" I brought my elbow back and hit her right below her left knee.
As she fell back, I stood and readied my sword for when she would stand again. I'm not going to achieve victory or lose that easily. Cue Robin and Chrom ripping their hair out.
She slowly stood and readied the steel sword that she had. From her stance, I could tell that this wasn't her usual weapon of choice and that she had more experience with something else. Probably a lance. Hence the name Ephraim. I had a bit experience myself since sensei taught my class a bit of iaido.
"Why didn't you strike me down when you had the chance?" She asked.
"Because then it would be no fun. Er…And it's better to show your opponents mercy?" I asked more than said.
She simply shook her head and charged forwards and thrust her sword. I smoothly dodged as if I were an embodiment of water and air. I ducked again as her sword flew over my head in slow motion or so it seemed. As I was moving back to my old position, she managed to get a—WHAT?!
Where the sword was heading (my torso) bent in slightly, causing the blade to…completely…miss.
She seemed stunned as well so I used this moment to grab her sword hand and squeeze it, causing her drop the sword. I then securely placed my sword at her jugular.
"Yield," I said coldly.
"I-I yield," She spluttered.
(End Music)
"THE WINNER OF THIS ROUND IS THE EAST!" The announcer said as the crowd went wild.
I moved away from her before running back to the competing Shepherds.
"I did it!" I jumped happily and was met by various congratulations from said Shepherds.
Lucas's PoV
I sat up in the stands with Basilio and Olivia. This was my first time witnessing the tournament. Basilio had asked me to be one of his champions, but I declined.
I heard Basilio sigh in contempt as West Ferox lost the match.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu wash over me as I watched the winner fight that 'Ephraim' girl. The same sense I felt when I had first met 'Ephraim.' They both reminded me of someone, but I couldn't put my finger on it…
"These Ylisseans are good," Basilio growled, "But we've got the better men….Right?"
Olivia offered a reassuring smile, "Y-yeah! Of course Khan Basilio!"
"Olivia, what did I say about calling me 'Khan'?"
"…O-of course Basilio."
"That's m'girl," He said proudly (?).
I looked at Basilio, "Do you happen to know 'Ephraim's' opponent's name?"
"No, I just hear that she's a Shepherd from Ylisse."
"Hm…"
Dylan's PoV
I'm facing….Lon'qu…Great. Just bloody perfect!
"Su—Dylan, you're up," Chrom said.
No shit! I didn't need a reminder, Your Princeliness! You're not making my nervousness go away!
"Come on, Sunshine!" Erin said as she made it back to us, "Go kill 'em! Not really…Show mercy. Or I'll find you and murder you in your sleep!" She said that with a smile… "No pressure and don't fuck up!"
You people really know how to put stress on a guy…
Robin began to walk….NOPE!
(=Saturn, Bringer of Old Age, from Gustav Holst's Planet Suite=)
I immediately ran to the center of the arena. Lon'qu was already there, holding his sword out menacingly. It sent a bit of a shiver down my spine, but then I thought of the bigger picture and calmed myself. If Ylisse is going to make it, I must keep the odds in our favor. There's a high chance that the finals will end in a draw, I need to safeguard that victory.
From what I've heard; they call Lon'qu the Silent Swordsman. He apparently has the makings of a khan and can finish you off quickly and silently mere seconds after the battle has begun.
As the arena became silent and the tension in the air became even thicker, Lon'qu charged. It would've caught most off guard, but from my many years of playing American football, a blitz wouldn't and couldn't shake me.*
Lon'qu tried to strike me in the shoulder but I beat parried and riposted (struck after parry). A simple technique. He seemed to catch on and stomped his front foot in an effort to startle me before lunging. I jumped back and counter-parried. He predicted this and stopped my sword's circular motion with his own sword. Soon they were locked and it became a struggle for dominance.
Slowly, but surely, Lon'qu was winning our power struggle…If he won that, he would probably follow up with a killing blow or mock killing blow and force me to yield…If only I had more strength….
Another silence fell over the arena. As if a pin dropped our silence was broken as I yelled, "Capricorni fortitude!"
A single drop of sweat rolled off Lon'qu's chin before I immediately overpowered him and drove his sword to his jugular, "Yield."
How I did this, you ask? At this time I didn't even know half the shit that was going on. The others are going to have a lot of explaining to do.
Lon'qu hesitated, but obviously saw that he was defeated, "I…yield," He grunted as the crowd roared with a mixture of excitement (probably from the east) and anger (definitely from the west)
I ran back to the Shepherds as the announcer announced the east's victory.
"Heh! See! Dilly's got it!" Rei said. She must've come down from the stands during the match, "He must be a Capricorn! Determined, cheerful and…annoyingly stubborn…"
What was that that I yelled back there? Latin? No…I don't know Latin…Must be Latin then….
Chrom smiled as he offered his congratulations, "Nice work, Dylan. Looks like Flavia made the right choice."
"Of course she did!" Erin interrupted, "Or I wouldn't have threatened—."
Robin facepalmed, "You need to stop threatening people. First it's losing people and now it's threatening people! These are very bad habits! Thank gods you don't have ki—"
"ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY SOMETHING, ROBIN?!"
"Looks like I'm next," Chrom said as we continued our conversation over the bickering.
"You'll do fine, Chrom. I've a feeling this opponent will be an easy one."
And an easy victory it was. It basically went through the cut scene in the game up until…
Chrom's sword was aimed towards Lucina's face. She dodged, but just barely as Falchion cut through her mask. The two pieces fell to the ground and her hair was released from who knows where. Chrom just gaped at her. I really hope it wasn't in the bad way.
"You're….You're a woman?" I somehow heard him say.
"And apparently quite the actress. I had expected you to figure this out by now, though I think everyone but you in the Shepherds has it already figured it out," She replied as she turned towards the West Khan and sheathed her Falchion, "I yield!" before fleeing the arena with the person Erin fought.
"This is Lon'qu," Basilio said, "He's our donation to the Ylissean war effort," Basilio turned to me slowly, with a wide grin. That meant something bad…. "Take Dylan too! Take him before Flavia returns! We can't let the east have an advantage, can we?"
Chrom smiled slightly, "Do any of you object to this?"
"He gives orders, I stab people," Lon'qu said one of my favorite lines, "I think our roles are clear."
"And you, Dylan?" Chrom asked.
"If it's to help stop the baddies then I'm all for it,"
And scene! I had originally intended for that last bit to be a bit bigger, but meh. I ran out of ideas…Though it isn't quite over yet….Just the main part! I just want to explain why I chose those songs from Gustov Holst's "The Planets". I chose Uranus (ha. Ha. That's the planet that rules over my zodiac sign. Laugh and I'll find you….) because that's the planet that rules over the constellation Aquarius.
Saturn was chosen for the same reasons. It's the bringer of old age. Saturn = Cronus (though I spell it Kronus) and Kronus is the titan/god of time/Father Time. Dude with the scythe. He rules over, if you hadn't guessed, Dylan's Zodiac, Capricorn.
Third Person
"Erin…." Aquarius said in the girl's mind as she dreamed that night. In the dream were eight other Zodiac's and their respective Hosts.
Each Zodiac had each called out to their Host.
"W-what?!" Erin exclaimed, "Who are you?! And what are you doing in my dream?"
"You know exactly who I am…" She replied, "That voice you heard a few days ago?"
"That was you? I thought I was hallucinating!"
"No, unfortunately. Because the burden you all will have to carry is a heavy one." Aquarius replied, "Those odd occurrences were caused by my powers that are mostly dormant inside you. Only as you progress you will be to unlock each power."
"…So my life is like Smash Run…." Erin muttered, "Great. It's gonna take a long ass time—"
"Ahem. Yes, in a way, from what I can see from your memories."
"My memories?"
"I feel what you feel. And in turn you feel what I do. We are one in the same yet we are different—"
"Please don't pull that religious stuff—"
"We are united yet we are two separate beings…"
"…"
"Your friends and the other Hosts are experiencing this same dream as we speak."
"You mean…besides Rei, Brandon, Dylan and me; there are others?"
"Yes. Four to be exact."
"And what—"
"I can't hold this connection any longer. It's nearing dawn!" With that all the Hosts were forced awake, much to their disgust, and weren't able to fall asleep again.
Tumerboy12: I apologize if I got Dylan's character wrong in any way! I speak for all authors when I say this. It's hard to write a character who isn't your own and get their personality down. The challenge is fun of course! I think I mostly got it. Though your criticism if I got anything wrong would be great!
And now for some glorious outtakes/BTS!
Erin: Lon'qu?
Lon'qu: ….
Erin: Can I have one of those non-peeled potatoes that you got there?
Lon'qu: *silently tosses potato*
Erin: Thanks! *Runs over to Chrom* Hey! Chrom can I borrow that probably really important tie for your cape? Or just the whole thing.
Chrom: *sighs while throwing cape*
Erin: Thanks, Princey! *Finds Miriel* Hey Miriel! Can you come here for a second? I'm gonna tire this potato to this wooden post with Chrom's cape string thing. You're gonna make it spin with your wind tome, okay?
Miriel: Ah! An experiment on the movement of an ob—
Erin: Yeah, yeah. Just do it, please.
Miriel: *nods and uses wind tome*
Erin: Ahem! ~The potato flew around the room before you came!~ Excu—"
Dylan: NO! JUST NO! STOP! GODS! STOP IT!
Erin: Party pooper….
Erin: *yells at 3DS* Kill 'em, Lucina! Kill 'em!
Rei: NO! ROBIN! YOU CAN DO THIS!
Chrom: ….Is that Marth? …Why does the thing say Lucina?
*Rei and Erin share a look*
Erin: Bag him!
Rei: Already on it!
*Think. When Emmeryn isn't home*
And those are things I wanted to include so bad! But I knew that it would mess up a bunch of stuff in the story…So it became outtakes and Behind the Scenes stuff. Since this is sort of like a movie. But you have to read…
Well! Good night all! That was my horrible attempt at humor! I hope at least someone cracked a smile. And if you will, please leave a review or PM me if you have any questions! Remember. There's one OC spot left for a female!
