Untold Stories, Unsung Words
Series Summary: (A series of one-shots, some of them being connected, based on headcanons.) The story of the Bionis and Mechonis, the Heir to the Monado, and the creation of the new world has been revealed. But among that story are smaller stories that haven't been shown. To have it accepted to be as truth is an option, but the existence of them being a possibility is undeniable. These are stories untold, words unsung.
6. Shulk, Zanza, Dickson - Rebirth
Summary: Pre-game. A retelling of the vague events of Ose Tower and a tie-in headcanon with the oneshots Necklaces and Renewed Strength. He waited for centuries for the one vessel. The time has finally come to get one. And he wouldn't mind waiting another fourteen years to wreck havoc on Mechonis once again with that vessel.
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"You're kidding me, right?" Dickson dropped his cigarette onto the ground and stomped on it with his right foot. He let out a puff and the grey smoke disappeared into the Colony 9 night air. "They're insane… Bold but insane. How long since they left, Xord?"
"Not kiddin' ya, they left 'bout 18 hours ago." Xord replied as he looked down on his chest and held the locket in his right hand. He kept pressing the side to open it and close the cover after a few seconds of staring at it. It was a habit of opening and closing when he is standing idle, staring at the picture of his daughter within it.
Xord was a big muscular man with a tall stature, and it was because of his workout from his job. Being the most skilled blacksmith in Colony 9, he makes weapons of all sorts. From swords, to katanas, to guns, to lances, to daggers... the list was huge. His craftsmanship was so good, that even people from all over Bionis travel up to Colony 9 just to get weapons from him. What's more, Dickson sometimes gets high quality scrap parts from Xord to develop machines and weapons. But if there was anything Xord was most proud of, it was his daughter Desiree.
Dickson scratched his head with his left hand and sighed. Now he has a mountain of belongings to get ready cause of Xord's answer. Xord finally stopped opening and closing his locket and narrowed his eyes at Dickson. "You goin' after them?"
"They were sorta nuts in the first place to go all the way over there in those mountains!" He clicked his teeth. "Though, I gotta admit they have the right idea of what we should be doing. Those Mechon are getting relentless, and the Monado is the only and very thing that could turn this crap all around…"
Xord looked down at the hammer that was next to his feet, with the black mallet facing downwards and the handle upwards. "If only I could build weapons that are able to cut through that armor…"
"Hey, we haven't gotten there yet! Just do what you can now! You've done too much 'round here." Dickson tapped a hand on Xord's left shoulder.
"Guess so…" He raised his eyes up to gaze on Dickson, having a cocky smile on his face. When Dickson smiles like that, Xord couldn't help but do the same.
Dickson let go of Xord and began walking away towards the Military District. As he walked, he waved a hand and said to Xord, "All right, I have a serious gut feeling something's gonna happen to those people, so I'll catch up with them to make sure they're safe. I'll be at my place preparing to head out. I'll drop by again here before I go."
"'Kay then. I'll get something cracking for that gun of yours."
"Appreciate it, mate."
As Dickson walked on the bridge approaching the central plaza, he chuckled. So many years have passed since he laid eyes on the Monado. Those High Entia have sealed it away in Ose Tower and then sealed Arglas in Prison Island. He reached into his right pocket and out came a cigarette box. He took one out and placed it in his mouth.
"Heh… Finally, some action. Waited too damn long for this. Now the fun's gonna start."
—
Walking felt like centuries were passing, especially when nothing was visible but fluttering white all over and gray towering mountains were all around. It has been 2 hours since their last reprieve. Even at 5 AM in the morning, Valak Mountain was brutal.
Shulk was squeezing his right hand tightly to grip onto his mother's left hand, but it was shaking violently from the below zero temperatures. His whole body was. It didn't help that he was only four years old, and he was the most susceptible to this brutal weather as not enough body heat being generated.
The wind and snow howled around and deafened him. It was so loud, he couldn't even hear his own shivering breaths that take a misty form for a split second and vanish with the blowing winds. Shulk felt as if his whole body was being stabbed by knives from the frigid weather, but mostly on his face, as it was the most exposed part of his body that was not being covered. The wet snow was pelting his face, and it was not even melting from his 98.2 degrees Fahrenheit body heat. (It went down obviously from longterm exposure to the cold.) It was piling up, and he was getting tired from wiping it away constantly.
Shulk's mother noticed the snow that was gathering at her son's face. She stopped advancing and knelt down next to him. With her right hand, she gently wiped away the snow from his forehead first, working her way down to the chin trying not to have snow enter his coat. She saw her son's face turning pale. Obviously a bad sign, because in a couple of minutes to an hour, it'll turn blue, and then he's going to experience hypothermia… That's the last thing she wants to happen.
"Honey… please… let me carry you the rest of the way. Look at you… your face is going to turn blue! You need to your warm yourself by allowing me to carry you."
"N-No… mom… Please… let me walk…" Shulk replied, his teeth chattering in between his words. As he answered, his grip around his mother's hand was tightening even further. He looked up at his mother's green eyes. "We're… almost there… Dad said so…"
"S-Shulk…"
"Hey! Sherilyn! We can't get separated! Come over here!" Renold, a neighbor from across the street from Colony 1, called out to Shulk's mother. He was waving his arms back and forth to signal his position. They were a few feet ahead, but because of the damned blizzard, visibility was poor and it was hard to make out anything within 3 feet ahead of a viewer.
Next to Renold was Nathan, Shulk's father. He looked behind to see his wife and son standing behind them. He said nothing, but presented a determined look at his family behind him and nodded. It wouldn't be long now as they were approaching the sacred resting place of the Monado. Nathan wasn't much of a talker, but he was nominated as leader of the expedition team. It was due to his quick thinking, multitude of responsibilities he can perform, being a great listener, and his trust on others. He nominated Erik, another Homs of the team, to lead the way into the shrine as he offered to be in the back of the group to make sure no one fell behind.
"We're coming…!" Sherilyn looked down at his son who now looking ahead facing his own father. "Come. Let's catch up with your dad."
As the rest of the expedition team slowly marched on, Nathan stood still and waited for Sherilyn and Shulk to catch up. As he approached his father, Shulk couldn't help but notice his father still looking determined as ever. He was surprised how the weather and long walking didn't even faze him. He noticed his mother was shivering and breathing heavily throughout the entire trek across Valak Mountain, but his father? Nothing. He looked the same as he left Colony 1 and 9. No sign of fatigue or weakness from the weather. With the steadfast look he had, it was as if nothing on Bionis could stop him.
"Dad…" Shulk muttered quietly under his breath that dissipated in the diamond dust.
Even if the odds were stacked against him and knock him down, he would stand up and march on. That was the very thing Shulk wanted to live up to. And this hellish journey was going to do the job.
—
"This is it! I can't believe it!" One member of the expedition team named Heinz cried in joy.
"Finally! We can reclaim Colony 1!" Renold added, rubbing his hands together to get the warmth back onto his frozen fingers.
Shulk looked up to his mother who had a smile with relief. She sighed and looked down at her son after staring at the grey door that was towering before them. "We're finally here…"
The boy remained silent, and he wiped the snow that was on his forehead. He looked up and ahead to see his father who looked behind. His stalwart face still hasn't changed. Nathan nodded at his wife, who replied, "We're ready."
Anna, Lana, and Steiner, who were other Homs who joined in the expedition, made way for Nathan, who walked towards the center of the large grey door. The six Homs stood behind him and allowed Sherilyn and Shulk to huddle in and join right next to them.
Everyone held their breath as Nathan slowly placed his right hand on the door. The moment he made contact, a dull sound was heard. The indentation on door began to slowly split by itself and the automatic door opened. Dust and snow began to fall suddenly from the door's opening, which Nathan simply shrugged off. He stared dead ahead to see fading white mist. It was a dull gray passageway with small steps. Strangely, there was no cobwebs or any signs of degrading within the tower. Such as expected of High Entia technology preserving their work.
"Let's go." Nathan quietly announced to the Homs behind him, and began to walk inside.
The group of Homs all sighed and groaned as they entered the strangely warmer atmosphere of Ose Tower. They scattered around different areas of the Tower, moving in place to warm themselves up and talking among themselves.
Shulk let go of his mother's hand as they entered Ose Tower. He turned his head around and up to observe this strange tower. A dull gray tower. Nothing out of the ordinary. But the architecture was unique. The symmetry was perfect. No debris. He sighed with relief as he can finally relax with the temperature warming up compared to the subzero temperatures outside.
He didn't notice but his pace was walking a little faster. Seeing her little boy hasten himself, Sherilyn widened her eyes in concern and reached out her left hand, calling out, "Shulk! Don't get ahead of yourself!" She jogged ahead to catch up with her son.
Anna noticed Sherilyn trying to catch up with Shulk and smiled. "Oh, Sherilyn. Your little boy is interested in this place, huh? Is it possible that he's interested in architecture, archeology or machinery?" Sherilyn stopped and smiled slightly. "Oh, maybe… Too early to say."
Shulk caught up with his father, who was staring ahead and not moving. He looked to see what he was staring at, and he couldn't help but be mesmerized himself.
Ahead was a small pedestal composed of stone rings. And above it was a long, crimson blade with a long handle with a circle at the hilt, and there was a blue outline that went from the hilt to the edge of the blade. At the center of the blade was a larger circle and if Shulk squinted a bit, he could see glass in the middle of that circle. The blade was wide, and it didn't have a sharp edge as usual swords do. What's more was that of a strange, navy blue aura surrounding the blade.
As Shulk made a step forward, he felt something hold him back on his right shoulder. A strong hand. He looked up to his right to see his father, looking down on him. He nodded no as he loosened his grip a little. "Stay back."
Shulk nodded and looked down at his snow boots, getting soaked from the melting snow. "Okay."
"Shulk, come here." Shulk turned around to see his mother gesturing with her fingers towards herself. "Give your father some space."
Shulk walked to his mother's side and took hold of his mother's right hand. He looked ahead to see his father now approaching the steps leading towards the pedestal holding the crimson blade. The rest of the Homs that were part of the expedition team gathered around Sherilyn and Shulk and stared ahead.
"It's time…" Renold whispered under his breath. He raised a fist near his chest. "We can wreck those cursed Mechon!"
"Hey hey, we have to study the Monado first. Can't just blindly use it without knowing the specs." Anna replied.
Steiner nodded, but then held an index finger near his lips. "Shh! Quiet! Nathan is going to retrieve the Monado."
As soon as Steiner mentioned that, everyone grew silent. Nothing but the sound of everyone's breaths were being heard. Shulk tightened his grip on his mother's hand as he watched his father stand inches before the Monado. His were eyes focused on his father's right hand, which slowly made its way towards the edge of the blade.
Nathan could hear his heart beating louder with each second. As his right hand closed distance between himself and the Monado, he could feel his hand twitching in hesitation. This never happened before. Sweat was building up at the side of his forehead and his breaths grow heavier.
"Why…?"
Nathan's right hand was inches away from its edge. But it stopped.
"Nathan…"
Nathan lowered his hand turned around as he heard the voice of his wife. Her eyebrows furrowed down, but with a smile on her face. To her left was his son, his big blue eyes staring at him. Those same eyes that he gave him… But something was different. He could see fire in his eyes. That same look of determination he saw when he said he wanted to go on this journey. But it was more vigorous as he saw more glints on his eyes.
To see his own family like that… There's no holding back.
"Thank you." He quietly said to himself.
He looked back at the Monado and raised his right hand again.
And with a breath, Nathan wrapped his fingers around the edge of the Monado.
As soon as he held the cold, crimson blade, a wave of a dark blue aura rushed forth. It engulfed the entire sanctuary, turning everyone's vision to every object and person within the tower to have a shade of blue.
Everyone in the tower was glancing around the tower, puzzled and agitated on what just occurred.
"What is this aura?!" "What's going on?!"
"Hey-!" "Did the Monado do something?!" "I don't think it was supposed to do this-?!"
A plethora of questions were piling up from the expedition team. This tension was causing everyone's voices to be raised. Sherilyn gripped onto her son's hands tighter as she could feel the fear in the air.
"M-Mom... your hand... it hurts..."
"H-Honey... I-"
Sherilyn was stopped short. As if her whole body weight doubled, she was now slouching as she struggled to stand up straight. Her grip on her son's hand loosened as she tried to pull herself up. It was peculiar too, a green aura was surrounding her, and that aura was moving away from her. She followed the path of the aura to see it heading straight towards the Monado.
Nathan was on his knees, no longer holding onto the Monado. He was grasping his chest and panting, his own posture now being uneven and his body falling limp. Like her, a green aura was surrounding him but it was moving away and being led towards the Monado. In an attempt to regain his balance and posture, he step down from the pedestal and took a few steps back towards the right of the altar, and fell on his back.
"NATHAN!"
Shulk could see the pain in his mother's eyes. She was on the verge of tears, which was something he never saw before in his four years of memory.
"M-Mo-"
And it was his time to experience it too.
Some invisible, crushing weight was crashing down on him, causing him to fall onto his knees. As his legs were giving out, all he was beginning to hear were cries of anguish, misery, and agony from every adult in the room. Nothing but groaning and screaming was filling Shulk's ears. Shulk could see some of the Homs trying to crawl away to the exit of the tower.
"A-Aahhh...!" He tried using his arms to lift his weight up, but whatever was crushing him was pushing him down with double the force. Additionally, for some reason he could feel his arms and legs contracting automatically.
"Sh-Shulk...!" Sherilyn cried, now on the ground face flat. She tried to move her head so she could see her son's face as well as reach out her arms. As she attempted to do so, she noticed there was also one thing she couldn't do.
She couldn't breathe. And Shulk couldn't either. No one in Ose Tower could.
If it was the aura that came out of the Monado or whatever, everyone felt as if the air was taken away from the tower.
More tears were flooding Sherilyn's eyes as she heard everyone wheezing and gasping, but moreso when saw her son grasping his chest and neck. Shulk was beginning to cry as well. Freezing cold and exhaustion be damned, being unable to breathe at all was the worst feeling he ever felt.
"I...I c-c-ca...n'...t... b-br...ea..the... M-M...o...m..my...! D...D-D...a...d...d..y...!"
Sherilyn sobbed out loud. Not because she was in pain and literally out of breath this time. Shulk has never referred to her as "mommy" since he was two years old, the year he began to speak. Starting last year, he simply referred to her as "mom" and his father as "dad". But now...
There was no other choice now. If anyone was to get out of here...
Sherilyn, with all her strength, drew in whatever breath she had and screamed out as loud as she can, "Sh-Shulk...! Get out... of here...! Cra...wl your way o-out of... he-here...!"
"N-No...!" Her son's response was immediate.
"S-Sh-hulk..!" It was his father's voice following up. This was the very first time Shulk heard his father's voice boom so loudly. But it was broken and angry. And with a small hint of... sadness. Something Shulk never, ever heard before either.
"L-Lis...ten... to your... mo-moth...er...! Le..ave...! NOW!" That last word was loud enough to echo across the tower walls and be heard over the cries and panting of every person in the tower.
Shulk, being cut short of his cries from his broken breaths, gazed at his mother's face. She was still crying and gasping, but at the edge of her lips she was smiling. That smile... Shulk didn't see much in his short life, but he was smart enough to know that this would be the last time seeing her.
He pushed himself up to get on his fours to see his father, lying on his back and looking at him too. Another first he has seen with his father, and it was the main thing to get him moving.
Nathan was crying. A small tear was forming on his eye. Shulk's vision was blurred, but he was able to see that one tear beneath that blue right eye.
Shulk took one empty breath and pulled himself to face his right so he would be heading towards the exit, which was wide open. With every once of strength he had that was quickly draining away, he lifted his right arm and pulled himself forward. Then his left. He alternated his right and left leg too to move.
Sherilyn tried to say her son's name out loud as she saw him crawl away to leave the tower. But nothing. Her vocal cords were no longer working, and nothing came out of her lips except for painful and agonizing gasps. It was over. Everything was blurring to black. She couldn't even see what was in front of her anymore. With all she could, she looked to her right and squinted her eyes to see her husband, his face very red and now a waterfall of tears flowing from his eyes. Sherilyn never saw Nathan cry this much since the birth of their son and their marriage ceremony. Her suffering would soon end. His too.
"My only son... Live... For me... and for your father..."
Nathan closed his eyes after taking a last look at Sherilyn's face and smiled. As if Nathan heard the last of his wife's thoughts, he followed up on her words.
"Shulk... we love you... We'll... be watching over you..."
—
Time felt even more still compared to this cursed journey towards this place. The voices of all of the Homs here in this hall was growing more quiet. The cries became more drowned out, and the gasps were being silenced.
He knew time was running out cause he was feeling the little strength he had leave him.
Shulk didn't even advance far from his original position where he stood near his mother after two minutes of crawling away. The weight that was crushing him was more intense, and it didn't help that his lungs weren't working either. He could feel his pulse getting weaker and weaker. Every beat was less intense than the last. His vision was nothing but dull colors of white, grey, blue, and green. Not even a shape was in focus. He had to leave. His mother and father pleaded with him from their parting words to do so.
But no... It was too much. It has gotten to the point where even when Shulk told his arms and legs to move, they wouldn't budge.
His body stopped advancing and he fell chest-down on the chapel floor. He couldn't hear himself wheezing and panting and groaning. Everything was blackening. He was no longer feeling the wet tears from his face. And he couldn't feel the pain in his chest anymore.
So helpless to where there was nothing he could do but close his eyes.
Shulk left an empty breath. At the very last ounce of consciousness, he didn't feel the final tear leave his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mommy... Daddy..."
—
It had been thousands of years since he had a physical body of a Homs. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be as "comfortable" as he wanted it to. The first thing he felt was that his face was wet. He wiped it with the gloves his vessel was wearing.
It was a struggle to even get to open his vessel's eyes, let alone the vision to focus. As soon as it did, he saw sideways the grey chapel floor, and around were corpses of the lives he sucked out. Zanza struggled to lift himself up with both hands and arms and was on his fours.
"How annoying…" He muttered. The voice he was using wasn't his own, it was the corpse's he reanimated, which was high pitched but groggy. "Why... did you have to attempt to leave...?"
Zanza turned himself around and began to crawl on his fours. His vessel was far too weak to stand up properly.
"What's this...? This feeling...!"
Something else was wrong. In addition to being lightheaded, feeling as if hypothermia set in, and struggling to draw breath, Zanza felt nauseous too.
"Ether deficiency…" He growled. Gathering up the ether from the Homs and transferring it to himself and his vessel borderline passable. If only the number of people that came to the tower were greater, then these symptoms wouldn't be happening. Or the damn physics of the universe. It was Meyneth's idea to instill the concept of ether in the world. He shouldn't have allowed that.
When he absorbed the ether of these Homs, he tried to get as much as possible ether of all of the six elements. Unfortunately due to the weather outside of Ose Tower, the Homs were lacking fire, water, and wind ether. Zanza barely had enough ether to revive his vessel as he used most of it to break the bonds that was holding him within the Monado. And to think how long has passed since he woken up within the vessel since he absorbed the ether?
Even if his vessel's ether ran out, Zanza was the very thing that held the boy's life together. As long as he lived, his vessel couldn't die, as a god could not die in such natural causes. But it didn't come without the side effects of lacking ether.
"High fever, muscle aches, paralysis, dyspnea, hypercardia or hypocardia... the symptoms are endless. Damned feeble Homs bodies..."
But what other choice did he have?
Whatever. Zanza continued to move towards the altar where the Monado stood silently. As he did so, he noticed more corpses lying around at the sides of the chapel. One caught his eye to his right, as it bore resemblance to something familiar. "Ah... the vessel's father. Heh..."
"Convenience that this boy resembles my original form… I can't let it go to waste…"
Finally, after ascending the light steps on all fours, Zanza curled up on his side and closed his eyes. His tired breaths echoing the silent hallway along with the aura of the Monado that was above him. He was getting sleepy again. He sighed and folded his arms and legs in a fetal position.
"I've waited thousands of years... I could wait another fourteen years. Let the next step begin."
—
Dickson loved traveling, but he hated some of the terrain he had to go through. Valak Mountain was number one on his list.
"Dammit, you High Entia... Could have picked a better place to hide the Monado!" Dickson growled as he shielded his eyes from the falling snow. "Not letting me have me have my smoke either... You all stink..."
Dickson saw a blue light emanate from the direction of the tower to Prison Island three hours ago as soon as he reached Valak Mountain from Makna Forest. That was a sign he had to rush over.
The man groaned as he approached the tower grounds, freezing and aching all over. It took him about over two days worth of nonstop walking to reach here from Colony 9. Dickson growled. As soon as he stepped on the temple door, he realized he'd have to trek back on foot with whoever Zanza chose to use as his vessel. "How inconvenient..."
Dickson touched the tower door and waited as he slowly watched it open. As soon as he peeked in, he saw the lifeless bodies of the Homs that met over a week ago at the sides of the tower hall. Their faces were half covered by the hoods they were wearing, but a closer peek showed their pale faces, facial expressions ranging from sadness to pain to agony. "Damn... this is overkill."
He walked forward a few steps to see what he needed to see.
The Monado was quietly sitting on the pedestal, emitting a blue aura with white light all around it. It was exactly as he saw it thousands of years ago when Zanza was wielding it. It looked pristine too.
By simply looking beneath the pedestal, Dickson found who he was looking for.
"Wow, Lord Zanza. I should have seen it coming." Dickson said to himself. "But this is a surprise... they brought him along as well..."
Beneath the pedestal was a boy sleeping peacefully in a fetal position. It was hard to believe that he was initially at the same state as the other Homs that were in the tower. He knelt down to examine him further.
Dickson remembered the one family from the Colony 1 survivors that had a son. He was the only kid of those survivors. A quiet little boy who was really frail and got sick easily. He was pretty attached to his parents too as he followed either one of them all the time, and was never playing with the Colony 9 kids.
As gazed upon the sleeping boy, Dickson remembered the words Zanza told him years ago.
"...I'm going to do something new. Unlike Arglas, I'll allow whoever my next vessel is to have a personality of his own. Raise him well and guide him to Prison Island. All else will unravel as shown in the passage of fate..."
"Whatever you say, Lord Zanza..."
Dickson lifted the boy from the ground and carried him with both of his arms. He much lighter than expected, despite the heavy wear he had on. It was time for an annoying trek back to Colony 9. He then carried him with one arm to retrieve the Monado. After mounting it on his back, Dickson carried the boy with both arms again, holding him against his chest and allowing his head to rest on his left shoulder. As he walked out, he forgot to light a cigarette. Dickson sighed. His eagerness to retrieve Zanza gotten the best of him. Oh well.
"Hmph... this is going to be an interesting fourteen years... Let's see how this goes..."
Headcanons:
1. Shulk and his family were originally from Colony 1 from Bionis' Shoulder. After a disaster with a Mechon invasion, they migrated to Colony 9. Wanting to regain Colony 1, a group of Homs, including Shulk's family and himself, went to the expedition to retrieve the Monado in Ose Tower. Shulk's parents refused to let him join them in the expedition, but Shulk wanted to go, as he wanted revenge for the home they lost. As the game states, all of the people in the team died, including Shulk. He is revived by Zanza, but with ether deficiency. Dickson found him about 3 hours later and brings him back to Colony 9.
2. Shulk has the hair color and eyes of his father and the facial structure and stamina of his mother.
A/N: I honestly didn't know what to name Shulk's parents and the other Homs in the team. These names came out of nowhere so eh… So yeah, I pulled random names from whatever came to my head and stuck them on there.
I studied very carefully those opening scenes of the game with the Monado being excavated from the ruins. I have no idea what on earth the specific events that took place there, so I tried to make some sense out of it. I went primarily on the opening scenes, where the group of Homs simply entered the tower, then it pans to the outside where a stream of blue light appears. After what was revealed late game, that was pretty much the "revival" of Zanza at that point. No idea how on earth the bodies were scattered around the tower ground, and how on earth was Shulk near the Monado? Then there was the scene in the game in Ose Tower when Shulk mentions about his dad retrieving the Monado, then…? And that heart-to-heart with Dunban in Satorl Marsh? Corresponding to that and what was shown in the early cutscenes… bleh. There was no dialogue at all in these scenes, but I'm sure there had to be something... so I thought of whatever seemed possible.
It was extremely tough to write about this since I had all this freedom to write on what happened. I dunno, this is how I thought of it, considering my previous headcanon. Oh man, emotional and angsty things are realllllyyyy tough to write for me. What I think of the outcome? I have no idea. I guess I'm neutral.
One interesting note is as to why not having these people migrate to Colony 6 as opposed to Colony 9 since it's closer? Hm... good question, but I have something in mind that could lead to a potential oneshot. That's for another time.
In addition to drawing scenes and images relating to the oneshots, I've been drawing images for the OST of Xenoblade as well. Check them out on my profile as the beta for art relating to these series of oneshots.
The following oneshots are in the middle of development:
-Reyn, Sharla, Melia - Babysitting / Summary: Sharla proposed that Riki should spend time with his wife Oka through a date, and this meant babysitting their kids. Of course, it won't be easy with 8 littlepon running around...
-Entire Party - Dress Up / Summary: After the events of Prison Island, the party is invited by Melia and Kallian to have the late feast for Melia's succession to the throne. Thing is, they have to dress up in High Entia attire. That won't sit well with some party members...
-Egil, Vanea, Meyneth - Determination / Summary: His brethren slaughtered and his goddess weakened and forced into a state of long slumber. It was then Egil decided to use his talents to bring his wrath upon Zanza and Bionis.
The first will most likely be posted next. I don't know when they'll be up, as my summer break is going to be busy restudying organic chemistry. Until then, I appreciate any reviews and will consider any criticism.