Slowly getting things furnished in my new home, so I'm happy the way I am. xD
Enjoy!
It happened on the same night after his successful, painstaking escape from the REHAB in Ylisse.
Robin couldn't believe his moment of truth: Heading east of AJRA towards St. Ferox, where he'll believe some obscure miracle will happen there.
Or at least Naga was getting him on the right path after all.
Red tail-lights, resembling tiny and large dots from the distance were the only viewable sights on the evening highway as the tactician continued driving, his ears still active for any sirens or flashes hot on his tail.
Traveling through Kouga was like going through smoke and horrible screeches of tires until they crashed into a wall with a bang, because according to Asyura, ruler of the three starred Kanton really claimed that Kouga had really bad drivers and was sizzled with Nuclear Powerplants dotted across the nation.
Robin rather found it very odd to be driving through radiation,- (heck the whole of AJRA is considered a powerplant in my POV) because it felt like it was an silent killer towards everyone working or living in Kouga.
Spotting a sign on Highway 1, the Touran overtook a Scania 18 wheeler before entering Kanton Altea.
Marth's homeland huh?
There was no way the bluehead was going to ask for another charger this time, since Euro Airport Altea was placed miles ahead north towards district 11 of Akaniea.
Passing by the Familien garten, Robin really found Altea a really nice place to live in.
Gardens surrounding the highways, stone bridges that hovered over several rivers that led to the City Hall of Altea where princess Elice would take over right after Marth left the Kanton in under her control before leaving for Virginia Beach.
All of it's laws and policies were completely different from the other kantons where all of them weighed in for equal balance on the scale instead of being too pushy and submissive like Ylisse-stadt.
All of the people there were Liberalists instead of left winged socialistic bears meaning they had more personal freedom over what was right and wrong in the kanton instead of letting the rulers do the job of announcing the right or wrong things throughout the land.
And best of all, it was considered a Christian kanton. It parted away from AJRA's polytheistic belief and focused on being monotheistic instead.
True, Altea was a fantastic place, but Robin had to focus on his escape. What good would it be if you were living in a superior land surrounded by adverse nations?
The tactician slightly pondered on the fact that no matter how good or bad AJRA is progressing, it's still under hands of the Invisible dragon.
I just hope I won't get caught again.
Gripping the wheel, Robin held his breath as he crossed over the Rudolf-Brun-Bruke (Bridge) past the Universitat Altea (University of Altea), admiring the 70 degree view of the tall building that was the city hall itself. Centered in the grassy square courtyard, was the statue of the hero-king, Marth, raising Falchion above his head to pose victory after the first defeat of the Shadow Dragon Medeus in the Old Generation.
Tourists from around planet Mira traveled to this kanton and questioned about the great public figure of Altea to be a wonder that really struck the heart of AJRA since the beginning of creation in the Old generation.
But since the Cheerios lover told him about his great achievements in becoming a prince, Robin finally understood why he was the main icon of the Old Gen FE nation.
Was it because of slaying a dreadful black reptile or the phone charger that was taken from the tactician's hands?
Robin snorted in disagreement and drove ahead past UNA, the park reminding him towards the identical one that Blue visited occasionally back in Ylisse.
One turn down the empty street of Winterthurstrasse got him jumping in his seat with a tasing shock that shivered down his plegic spine as tires screeched to a halt against the cobblestone, a lovely young but brave female stepping out of a luxurious Mercedez Benz EL350 Bluetech SUV, the side of the vehicle facing a paled tactician and a ruthless stolen minivan snatched from the outskirts of Bionis.
"Halt where you stand! Which Kanton do you hail from?" the girl began, poking the tip of her small staff towards a red handed Robin, who merely stuttered in nervousness, "Pardon me, princess, but I'm off to St. Ferox for something important before I leave for Virginia beach."
Elice slowly lowered her staff, an expression of realization squinted in her sapphire eyes, "The same place my older brother said he was going to? Forgive me, I thought you were a bandit from Khadien trying to spy on us. I forbid acts of spying and other suspicious activity because Altea has parted ways from AJRA completely since the New Generation began. I grant you to continue your way, Robin Delahaye."
He immediately stepped back in surprise, "You know my name?"
Elice smirked, "I saw it on the news, but please trust me. I won't tell anyone around Altea about your small theft in a grocery store. Marth already told me about it and I would never believe I would meet you here, but safe journey farewell, Rob."
"You too, Elice." Robin hugged her tightly before the he commanded the white minivan to re-join the flow on Winterthur-strasse.
May God keep you safe.Elice smiled before re-entering in her EL350.
Robin felt mustered up with courage from the Altean princess for letting him go. Otherwise if it were a police car instead of the EL350, it would turned out as the same reason of him being free under the ruler's kind order.
Riding down Highway 1, Robin yawned as sleep was due 10 minutes ago.
He had everything he needed to take a peaceful nap, setting his mind blank from all of the distracting worries that flooded his mind and heart, the knot returning to resist a tight knot in his stomach again.
Following the map on the GPS screen, the tactician spotted out Regna Ferox, one of the Four Feroxi nations that made up the Full Feroxi Kanton in AJRA. At least Basilio and Flavia agreed to rule north and south of the selected piece of lands lying east of the country.
And not to mention Olivia, the part time stage dancer for the Regna Feroxi ballerina team and full time Valedictorian for the city hall of Ferox.
It would have been lovely if he would have met her at this time, bringing in a surprise 15 miles away from the west of AJRA, but night quickly fell and Robin really needed some sleep.
Just 10 minutes away from St. Ferox.
Check.
Passing by the zoo, the tactician backtracked his mind on the green snow that Naga left behind for him to revive his legs back to normal.
It was a good thing it didn't happen during my break.
Otherwise he would have gone slithering like a snake across the roads of St. Ferox, giving local townsfolk to raise an eyebrow in confusion towards his crazy acts of reenacting as another animal.
Robin held in the feeling of his legs gradually losing signals to his brain so he grabbed the separate broom stick to accompany his driving and explore the start of the heart of the Rooster city.
It began with an evening parade through out the streets of Ferox.
Live music thumping out of local bars, people talking while taking a short smoke by the side. Children weaved through the crowd of walking Feroxi citizens, yelling happily while beats to the Sankt Feroxi parade swung the whole city alive with bright lights and the never-ending cries of pigeons and other birds zipping from building to building.
It seemed like the nightlife brought Robin to stay here forever, visiting Olivia from time to time if he decided to make his point and completely shelter in this kanton forever.
Since the narrow streets gave way to cars passing past the parade group, Robin followed a Citroen Jumpy van before parting ways towards the end of the main city, the beats growing softer and softer in the distance.
Back at the REHAB in Ylisse, Abby Hawkins was busy re-arranging her patients' profile and behaviour sheets in order when she stumbled upon Robin's last report on his SCI state.
While being engaged with the other patients, Abby completely forgot about her faviourite one ever.
He can't be gone. He's here with his friend playing video games in the lounge room. It can't be that bad for him to run away like a mad man.Abby chuckled to herself as she stamped the report and set it to the side, a knock on the door broke the heavy silence as Gaius scooted himself inside with that welcoming smile, "Yo, my lovely Aquilian babe. Did you see Bubbles anywhere?"
"Bubbles?" Abby quired in confusion, almost dropping the stapler in complete carelessness.
"It's his nickname by the way. I didn't see him in the past few days concerning my loneliness without him. I just wanted to say that he escaped without your knowledge."
Abby stood up with a concerned face, "He was such a lovable young man, and even if he did escape, how did he roll across the gardens that quick?"
Gaius blew a sigh and toyed with the Lexibook controller he brought with him, "Hard to say. I guess he's gone and there's no way in getting him back."
Abby felt tears run down her cheeks as she set her palm against the window, "Robin. Where are you?"
Her faviourite patient was miles east of AJRA, resuming his dreaded escape from danger.
Reaching the end of the city, Robin almost crashed his head into the steering wheel due to his heavy lack of sleep.
He seriously had to settle somewhere in the open and away from the city where the police would be prowling about in search of the thief lurking around AJRA.
Finding a grassy clearing showered under the silver moonlight from the evening Feroxi sky, Robin brought the Touran to halt near a rusted sign that said "Gossau, St. Ferox- 15 km ahead" when his almond eyes dipped towards a Klieder Sammlungbox stationed next to an antique wood store, selling handmade wooden crafts and other works for everyone to gather in front of the window due to their huge sale.
But the window was darkened and laired any customers that night as Robin squinted his vision on the object that was placed next to the box.
Could it be!?
Opening the door wide, Robin carefully used his arms to dip himself to the ground before crawling with difficulty towards a standard discarded wheelchair, the spokes reflecting visors dimmed under the pale ghostly orange shade pouring from the streetlight above him.
Clapping quietly in glee, the tactician almost wanted to thank Naga for another miracle that came his way.
Since his escape from the REHAB in Ylisse, it seemingly seemed impossible for him to take the last wheelchair he found in Sarnen.
Giving out a sigh of joy, he carefully set himself on the chair in comfort before wheeling towards his Touran with a squeak.
It was defiantly his pet mouse, that was sure.
Not only the chair was added to the trash pile, but a whole dumpster full of discarded items overflooded the rim. Over-burnt cooking pans, broken food containers with missing lids, dry mud stained luggage, a COOP Hello Family paper bag, an office chair with a bent padded back, discolored umbrella, and finally a spider webbed screened Wii U gamepad, all buttons and joysticks in perfect condition, all of the items left behind from a family fleeing from a Schwarzwald Attack near the hills of Appenzell Ferox.
With his stomach growling quietly, Robin mentally noted his digestive organ to wait on the urgency of food as he hummed in thought while taking in the pans and the gamepad, thinking of a way to load the transport tool in the rear while not attempting to drop it by accident and leave his toe wailing in distress.
C'mon, Rob. Griffins are strong. You're one of them.
Using all of his strength equivalent to Vaike's steel punches, the tactician blew out a sigh of hard work as he used his energy to successfully place it on the side while it was folded together to create more space.
Glad that it's all over.
Climbing in with a grunt of pain, Robin stressfully closed the door as he rubbed his face in a tiring state.
With his stomach wailing the second time, his mind immedialty put in the action of digging through his remains of food stored in his Silvercrest cool box.
Instant noodles with sausage and Oyster sauce?
The menu was short but the free of charge of these meals sounded so delicious, he had to make it right away.
Grabbing the over burnt pans, he used the tip of his Levin sword to roughly scratch out the blackened bits from the steel surface before setting it on a wooden stand, using his Arcfire plus Thoron spell to light up the metal conductor.
Crushing the noodle cake in the pack hopefully didn't bring in any strangers to report the irregular evening activity in rage, Robin dumped the pieces of the air-dried noodles into the boiling pan, stirring them around before adding in the Oyster sauce.
Cutting the sausage in even slices with his Levin sword, he sighed while adding the meat to the sizzling noodles, stirring them for the next 3 minutes before he slipped in the first strand of gold into his drooling mouth.
Robin was careful not to eat too fast otherwise he had to call in Donnel at his aid for his troubling bellyache. But this was the second time of mentioning the bumpkin and the Solothurnian was not in sight.
After gulping down a cup of water in refreshing thirst, Robin maintained a deep burp that rumbled his throat before patting his stomach in relief.
Oh boy, he was sure stuffed.
Sleeping was the next thing on his list since his almond eyes completely refused to open, but the advice from Maribelle told him that going to bed right after dinner was a completely bad idea.
Knickering her advice from the past, Robin decided to grab his textile bag and dig out some clothes for laundry on the go.
He even decided to take out his broom stick and mop head, sensing that the white polar bear needed a car wash after it's 2 month trip from Eggraben, Bionis.
Filling the Rubbermaid bucket with water, he added a dash of lemon dish soap before dunking in the dirty clothes, minutes of scrubbing fabric to fabric brought the grime to settle in the water instead.
Smiling at the sight of his clothes smelling like lemon again, he decided to throw the water out and re-fill the bucket with fresh clear water so that he could start mopping the Touran from all sides.
Wiping his forehead from all of the nightly hard work, Robin did not give up.
Aside from the mop, he decided to scrub the inner rims with a toilet brush, finding it useful to get rid of the dirt clung to the insides of the stylish aluminum armor.
He even thanked planet Mira's soil to create available electricity as he took out his Electrolux Vacuum cleaner out of the travel roof box, plugging it into the earth to scoop up all crumbs and other tidbits that free-fell to the carpeted floor.
Blowing out a painful sigh, Robin nodded in satisfaction towards his Touran and his clothes shining brightly like new before wheeling towards the open rear to finally settle himself out on his comfy makeshift bed.
Naga, where ever you are, give me the final miracle of my journey.
Crickets echoed the clearing to life while an owl eerily hooted in the background, giving the constant "hoos" to make Robin roll around uncomfortably, his ears causing him to jolt himself awake with a tired groan and peek behind the curtains of his 4 wheeled home in curiosity.
It was pitch dark with the exception of silver moonlight that reflected the trees to shine under the evening Feroxi night.
C'mon Rob. It's just midnight activity. You've stressed yourself out of all of that hard work. Earn some sleep for Naga's sake.
Exhaling in tiredness, Robin was about to heave back to sleep when some strange loud voices floated behind the mulberry bushes bathed in silver moonlight.
Keeping the curtain to cover half of his curious face, Robin squinted his eyes in confusion towards a group of tall cloaked men dressed in purple/black robes, roughly leashing in a small figure that struggled to be free, the small female cries shredding the Feroxi night into some possible Halloween horror.
What the hell are they doing with that tiny girl?he gasped in his head as he carefully watched one of the men reveal the hood of a 5 year old girl in tears, the figure next to him handing the leader a box and a book before he ordered his group to hold the girl by the sides after the ritual is complete.
Don't tell me.Robin breathed in with a shocking gasp as he quietly pulled out his I-Ocean X7 to record the whole disgusting moment of truth. With his index finger shakily tapping the red circle on the screen, his almond eyes stood still as he witnessed one of the men beginning a prayer in Ancient Tongue, the characterized calligraphy of Latin.
"Venimus divini nominis draconem Grima ius celebrare festum hunc. Divinum draconem, benedicam ei, et futura simul in vita corporis fuerant pascebantur et fortis et draconis Plegia.
In nomine Grima, et comparari fortitudini tuæ extrema spica spiritus!
Nunc!"
The dagger struck down through her throat with a muted cry while Robin clenched his eyes shut with a silent scream in his heart, not bearing to look at the dead girl laying motionless on the red grassy ground.
The camera to his phone shook wildly as Robin muttered the f word over and over again with a traumatized breath, the tactician immediately dropped down flat in a fetal position and whined in horror to what he had just witnessed.
He didn't even dare bother to glance at the clean up site, for tears and drool stabbed deep into his neck pillow, his hands clutching it tightly for dear life.
The Grimleals performing a murderous sacrifice on a tiny innocent girl was not considered his final miracle of his journey.
Damn you Naga.
He unexpectedly didn't want this to happen but whatever has happened is already gone.
~The future cannot be altered.~
Yes, there was a way but how?
Sniamer llits Erutuf eht, tsol si esle lla Nehw (When all else is lost, the Future still remains.)
Choking back a quiet sob, Robin turned over and stared at the clearing, the men and the girl vanished away into thin air as if nothing really happened.
Heaving a sigh that trickled his worrying heart into fear, Robin calmed down and wiped the image of the dead girl away from his mind, his blank brain trying it's best to come up with an image of the AweSomE cast, pies, college nights with Gaius or whatever he desired the most.
His heart returned to it's normal beat as Robin relaxed, sleep overtaking his body from the tiring state of being awake the whole night.
And he hoped for a good dream.
Trees, rivers, and the certain two story mansion infront of him, gated with the elegant logo of the AweSomE cast in the front as Robin couldn't believe it!
He was back in Virginia Beach!
It seemed as if Naga was doing a good thing for him this time, perhaps that was the last miracle he wished for and it was happening right now!
Rubbing his hands excitedly, Robin ran towards the entrance of the mansion where he whipped the door open to find the AweSomE cast Oath on the wall (To every member in the AweSomE cast, we are not meant to be Yaoi pairings nor fall in love as a slash couple. We are truly best friends at heart, willing to help each other in difficult situations and most importantly be together and have fun. That's what true love is. Eternal Friendship between members from three worlds as one love.)
Noting the great Oath in his heart, Robin exhaled in excitement to finally rejoice in great joy and hug his friends after 3 months being stuck in AJRA.
"Guys! I finally returned! Douche! Cia! Shulk! Lucina!" Arms raised after the second door whipped open to reveal the main lobby, Robin faltered as he halted himself dead, nauseated almond eyes spotting out the decoration-change to the living room.
The ordinary couches, 70 " Sasmung curved UHD flat screen TV, glass coffee table, and other decor completely replaced it's disgusting stony creatures that stood static, Two dragon heads like the one on the Boss level from Timez Attack turned it's blueberry eyes towards him with hate, hissing out it's forked tongue as Robin walked forward, utterless to even say a word as he couldn't believe what the AweSomE cast has done.
It was a mess!
The red carpet and marble tiles he walked on turned into dusty cobblestone squares as the chandeliers in the middle substituted the flaming torches at the side of the massive "cave".
In a milli second or two, the tactician yelped in alarm as his body jerked forward in accompany of two figures escorting him towards a flat stony slab that sat erect in the middle, the sides of the surface etched with lettering of the Ancient Tongue while a huge banner of the mark of Grima was placed in front of the Table, it's six eyes in each fish stared at it's prey with hate.
'What are you guys doing?!' Robin growled with enmity towards his enemies, the leader stepped forward with a hand to silence him.
"We just came here for a little picnic."
Shulk?
"Come back to the Krew, I know you want to."
Pittoo?
"It's just for only one time."
Pit?
"Relax, ma nigga."
Roy?
"Ragnell will take care of the rest, don't worry."
Ike?
"Be brave Rob, I just have the feeling in my heart."
Reflet?
"Wherever you stand, our great leader will arouse and excite and inspire us to be successful."
Marth?
"Babe, just take this for once. Just for me."
Cia?
"Robbie, let's make him happy and we can make you happy too!"
Douche?
"Hope never dies out. Believe in yourself."
Lucina?
"Relax, this is your only chance to become a god alongside our great leader who will rule planet Mira. Just one sacrifice will make you regret why you even refused to revive that wretched Son of Naga himself. Good luck, Robin. May we see each other in the Divine Dragon's realm."
Chrom?
All of these people, his friends were turned into grotesque monsters!
'No! This can't be!' As much as Robin writhed around in for desperate help, the straps still kept him secured as he braced himself for what was coming next.
The leader, he presumed Shulk, opened the box and carefully took out a dagger, no, not a dagger... his Levin Sword and carefully raised his weapon above the tactician's shivering chest.
"We come in the name of the divine dragon, Grima to celebrate our rightful feast with this tactician. May the divine dragon bless his afterlife once his physical life has been fed to the strong dragon of Plegia.
In the name of Grima, let it end with your mighty spike of breath!
Now!"
Before the sword pinned his chest, Robin screamed with tears, traumatized breathing making him sweat uncomfortably.
His 2nd nightmare that struck his mind like a random movie picked from the shelf.
Hugging the neck pillow between his chest and legs, Robin continued to sob, still unaware of the cooking pan he left outside creating a small line of smoke that alerted two flying cars in alarm.
"Hey, that smoke, Lucy. Could it be?" Shulk craned his neck forward, receiving a snorting chuckle from Lucina through the PA, "Silly Shulk, it could be anything from a powerplant to a campfire in the woods. It's honestly not Robin, that's for sure."
Shulk sighed impatiently and countered back to himself, "Ether should tell me something."
Lucina waited for his reply while quietly smirking, "Go ahead Monado boy. We'll find him depressed over something."
"On second thought, screw Ether, you're right. Let's follow that smoke trail!" Shulk said as he nose dived the Ibiza towards the clearing, a gasp of surprise from Lucina brought the CRV to a halt in front of a white Touran, "Shulk? I think God has given us a sign. We truly found our missing member of the AweSomE cast!"
"Yeah, but this could be anyone's Touran considering it's white." Shulk picked up the pans and inspected the rest of the greasy Oyster sauce stuck to the surface, "Anyhow, I do remember the description to the one he drove. It has no rims. That's all I remember."
Lucina listened in while she cautiously cupped her hands around her face against the windows to see a sobbing tactician. "Shulk, he's in here!"
"Where?" he asked in curiosity, Lucina pointed with a doubtful glance, "There Donkey boy."
"Oh my God. It's true." Shulk whispered in caution. Raising a fist against the window, he glanced at Lucina with support, "Should I awake him?"
"Tell that to a tactician than to a felldragon. Just be careful and show some kindness towards the amnesiac guy." Lucina smiled with a giggle as Shulk carefully knocked three times against the glass.
Sniffling while wiping his tears with the blanket, Robin's heart skipped a beat as his vision adjusted on two familiar figures standing outside the side windows of the Touran.
Sure it was not the police greeting him with a strong beam of light assaulting his eyes, but his amnesiac brain tried to kick in the names of these two familiar people.
"Robin! We've come to save you!"
Another knock on the glass.
Since the nightmare brainwashed his memory, his vision still pictured the figures to be in those Plegian robes, one of the figures raising a dagger to stab the window.
"It's been months Rob! We finally came to take you back where you belong!"
'No! I don't want to get killed again!' Robin shut his eyes tightly before pulling on his snow white hair with a scream.
"Calm down Rob! It's alright!"Lucina tugged at the door handles now shut.
Still, he screamed in traumatized fear before falling unconscious with a thump against the mattress.
Oh boy, this was going to be a long day of explaining his awakening from the start.
This is some torch I'm going to pass over to you. You deserved more from me than one sword.
So, the Grimleal sacrifice was inspired from a brutal sacrifice of a 15 year old girl in front of the Shiva statue in the CERN building of Geneva, Switzerland.
I knew the Grimleals have returned thus everybody in AJRA is not saying anything about it.
Seek out next chappie.
Falco276 out! :D