Ok
You know what I realized? Erika from Fe:ss is alot like Eliwood...only a girl...and better! so I decided to use that in this...and then I just finished Pendragon/The Quillian Games, so I decided to put him in here too!
note: to all die-hard xanth fans, I'm sorry if I incorrectly used Clio's talent...I don't remember what she calls it either...soo...yea...
Yeah so this chapter...pretty much is a lot of nothing...but what ever...go read and stoof
DISCLAIMER(S): I DO NOT OWN FIRE EMBLEM, XANTH, PENDRAGON, POKEMON, AND WHATEVER ELSE I SHOVED INTO THIS CHAPTER
"Talking"
"Thinking"
"Mani Katti Talking"
So Lyn, Mark, and Eliwood are walking along the road right? And as the turn a bend, they see….(enter dramatic music) …a blue haired man sprawled across the road.
"M-my goodness!" stammered Eliwood, "It's my friend Hector! He is obviously under some evil enchantment!" Hector snorts and rolls over.
"Um…I think he's just asleep…"
"Nonsense! Good Lord Eliwood is absolutely right! It is an evil enchantment that can only be broken by the kiss of a brave prince!" proclaimed the brainless tactician.
"Hey…I'm a prince!" said Eliwood, startled. "And as a prince, it is my solemn duty to banish this evil enchantment!"
So Eliwood valiantly bent down to kiss the sleeping Hector, and just before their lips met, Hector opened an eye and said, "And just what do you think your doing?"
"Eep!" squeaked Eliwood as the blue haired lord rose like a demon from the darkest abyss of Hell.
"Were you trying to…KISS ME?" he thundered, drawing his wicked looking Wolf Beil.
"Aaaah!" screamed Eliwood, while flailing his rapier at Hector.
"Erika! I'm so glad I found you!" shouted an unknown voice from somewhere in the woods.
There was a collective "eh?" and yet another blue haired lord emerged from the woods!
"Erika! Where have you been? And why are you dressed in drag? And why did you cut your hair? And why is your hair red?" asked the stranger coming up and grabbing Eliwood by the arms.
"And just who are you?" asked Hector, looming menacingly.
Blue Haired Lord No. 2 glanced briefly in Hector's way. "Ah, I see how they got you, by tricking you with this pale imitation of me!"
"And just whose an imitation of who?" bellowed Hector.
Blue Haired Lord No. 2 glanced at Hector's axe, frowning.
"An axe…not good, he'll have advantage over me there…what class is he? Knight? No… not with that kind of armor…he's definitely a foreign lord…meaning my Reignlief won't have any advantage either…best to humor the madman…" he mused. "Alright good sir, if you must know who I am, I am Lord Ephraim, of the Kingdom of Renais, and you, good sir, have captured my sister!"
"What?" Hector spluttered, "I've never even heard of that country! And what do you mean he's your sister? I've known Eliwood all my life! And he's definitely a man!"
"And how do you know that?" asked Mark snidely, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Hey, do you want to live?" growled Hector hefting his axe threateningly.
"Ahem" coughed Ephraim, "Though she does look extremely different, I'd recognize Erika's fighting style anywhere, plus, she's the only one I know who can wield a Rapier!"
"Ephraim? Is it ok to come out now?" asked an indigo-haired girl from behind a tree.
"Oh how cute!" Exclaimed Lyn, rushing over to the girl.
"Myrrh!" Shouted Ephraim as he started toward her.
"Hey! I'm still talking to you!" said Hector, grabbing his arm.
"LET GO OF MY EPHRAIM!" bellowed the little girl as she started to grow…and change…into a giant gold dragon. Lyn stopped dead in her tracks, about three feet away from the girl-now-dragon.
"eep." Was all she managed to squeak out.
"What is this?" screeched a nasal voice, followed by a puff of purple smoke and…you guessed it, Negrel. "I came here because this is my scene to taunt you, now that you have your third party member, and what do I find? That someone has already unleashed the dragons? That's my job! It's my obsession! THIS ISNT FAIR!" Negrel bawled, throwing dark energy everywhere. One spark happened to catch Mark on the sleeve.
"Heeeelp me! I have no resistance!" he screamed, slowly being consumed.
"RAWR!" replied Myrrh, blasting Negrel with fire.
"Arg!" cried Negrel, "I'll get you yet my sex goddess, and that sexy sword too!" he screamed after them as he disappeared into a puff of purple smoke.
"This is all wrong! The territories are mixing! You must stop!" cried a young man, perhaps around 18, who looked strikingly similar to the burning Mark.
"You're too late again, Pendragon." Said a man coming out from behind the trees.
"Brother? What are you doing here?" asked Hector, surprised. The man just laughed…and started to change, growing taller, crueler.
"I'm sorry, but your brother is dead..." said Pendragon, "He was killed by Saint Dane."
He gestured at the 6 foot man, with jagged red lighting shaped scars across his head, and icy blue/grey eyes that spoke of insanity.
"It's finished Pendragon! Halla is mine!" Saint Dane roared. Suddenly, the air rippled around them, bright lights shone out of nowhere, and music started playing.
"W-what?" stammered Pendragon, eyes wild, "The Flumes aren't anywhere near here!"
"Who needs Flumes anymore? The walls are broken! Welcome to the Convergence Pendragon!" Cackled Saint Dane.
"Where am I? The last thing I remember is being hit by Snape's Advaha Kadavah (sp?)…is this death?" asked a bemused old man with spectacles…one who looked eerily like Athos.
"Oh bless our little Hobbit feet!" exclaimed two short little hairy men with even hairier feet.
"There's no place like home…There's no place like home….There's no place like home…" a girl in a plaid dress muttered as she clicked her red shoes together.
"Where…?"
"What…?"
"How…?"
"Oh Romeo! Where art thou Romeo?"
More and more random characters were popping into the story, too fast to count!
"I love you, you love me…"
"Somebody call for an exterminator?"
"Pika!"
"It's Morphin' Time!"
"Hakuna Matta ta!"(sp?)
Saint Dane had definitely won…utter chaos ruled.
"Enough!" Shouted Clio (from Piers Anthony's Xanth, for those who don't know), "Rewind!" and suddenly, everyone was moving backwards, back through the openings in space in time, back to where they belonged, back, back ,back, back, back, until Eliwood was flailing his Rapier against Hector.
"Aaaah!" screamed Eliwood, while flailing his rapier at Hector.
"Yay! We made a new friend! Now let's go to the Wizard of Etruia!" exclaimed Mark, dancing in a circle.
"Did you say the Wizard of Etruia? Asked Hector. "Apparently that's where we're going…" said Lyn.
"Very well" said Hector, dropping the whimpering Eliwood, "Then I shall accompany you."
"(sigh) What's your reason?" asked Lyn.
"Well…I'm a heartless killer." Replied Hector calmly.
"Excuse me?" asked Lyn, with her eyebrow raised.
"He's not lying" replied Eliwood from the ground where Hector had thrown him, "It's a rare disease, he was actually born without a heart."
"Right…"
"So what are we waiting for? LETS GOOOOOO!" exclaimed Mark, skipping ahead of the party.
And so the girl from Sacae, the cowardly lord, and the heartless killer followed the brainless wonder down the yellow road.
What was I thinking...?
Bah. I've noticed that because FF has really random formating...the story still looks weird. Helluva too lazy to fix that now...maybe some other time.
