Why is it that Ylisstol has literally no navigation whatsoever? I've been walking in circles, or at least I think so, for a least a couple of hours.
It's already getting dark, and I'm pretty sure that if I don't hurry and get home, than I'll end up further screwing up this time-line.
I could ask around. I'm pretty sure lot's of people must know where the forge is.
Here comes someone now.
"Excuse me, do you know where the blacksmith forge is?"
"Uh, I-I-I d-d-d-"
Wait?! Where's he going?
"No! Don't run! I need help!"
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I guess he must have been there when I yelled at that man earlier. I swear, I can have a short temper when I want to. But why would people be that scared? Did he think that I actually killed him or something?
You know what, I need to think for a minute. Where did I go when I was heading towards the square?
Let's see... I think the forge was on the other side of the square? What was it? North? South?
There's a sunset right now, and I'm pretty sure it was about midday when I left.
THAT TELLS ME NOTHING!
That's it! I'm just going to head back to the square and find the forge.
Finally... home...
"Ravel, where have you been?"
Oh crap! I'm discovered!
"All you had to do was to get some wood!"
Mission abort! ABORT!
"Instead, you ended up getting into a fight with some poor sap."
Okay, that was not ENTIRELY my fault. I was standing in the summer heat for hours. Anyone would have done that.
"What's gotten into you? You have been acting different ever since this morning."
Yeah, that's pretty self-explanatory. I'm not even actually Ravel.
Well, I got a very long lecture that involved my 'father' yelling about me for the same exact things for four hours. Eventually he got tired and just made me go to bed.
Thankfully, I won't have to worry about any punishment based on what's happening tonight. Since this is about the Chapter 7-8 mark in the story, Ylisstol is going to be invaded and Emmeryn is going to be captured.
Wait a minute... I hope that I'm still not a heavy sleeper. If I am, I'm dead. Literally, dead.
You know what, I'm not even going to worry. I'll just lie down, and wait for something to happen...
Man, so... sleepy...
This is bizarre.
I'm still in my room, except I'm floating over my bed, STARING at myself. The entire room looks black and white, except me.
Wait, is that a.. orb? In front of me?
I float over towards it and get a closer look.
...
It's strange, almost like a television being played on a crystal ball. I can see all sorts of things in there. I don't know what they are of, though.
I'll reach out to touch it, and-
WOOAAAAH!
So much... thoughts.. So many visions.. poured into my brain... What kind of dream is this?
I think I can make out a few things...
I see three people, I can't tell who the first is, but I see Chrom and the third... is that.. me...?
"Help! Get this madman away from me!" someone screams.
Okay, that's my signal. It's time to get up, and head towards the window.
But I can't stop thinking about that dream. What did it mean? Could it be a major what-if situation? Maybe the future?
There was that third person though. Whoever that was looked awfully familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.
I approach the closed window within my room and slowly open it.
Well aware of the arrows spiraling off in my direction, I almost instantly duck towards cover. I'm glad I have the foresight to not become a walking arrow quiver. The advantages of being in your own story.
Yep, the city is in flames. The once happy-looking street is now on fire, and the Plegian army looks like the usual: Soldiers, Myrmidons, Archers, etc.
Just close the window and slowly walk- or run, downstairs.
Okay, my story didn't do a justice on how empty this forge is. It looks like the entire place has been looted of most of the weapons, with a couple of them still sitting around. Right over there is a display case. But not just any display case, one that contains Ravel's great-grandfather's sword. Even though I created that plot point, it still sounds a bit Mary-Sue-ish to me. The case itself is in a lot worse shape than it was when I first saw it, so it must have been tampered with. Whoever did it though, they did a pretty terrible job at it. But I may be able to get it open.
I look around the room for a key, only to see it lying on the floor by the case. Really? The person who tampered with the case deserves the 'Idiot of the Month' award.
I put the key into the keyhole and open the case.
What is this sword called anyways? I had never got around to naming i-!
Ugh, my head... So.. Much.. Pain!
W-what happened? I'm still in the forge, but everything seems different. It seems, bigger.. to me.
Wait, I'm younger... I look like I'm five, actually.
That man over there... He looks like.. Wait, it's my 'father'. Not my real one, but the fake one. But he looks younger too.
Wait, is this a memory? I don't understand... Could this have something to do with that dream I had?
My 'father' is polishing the sword, and putting it in the display case.
"Papa!" Huh? I didn't say that.
"Yes, Ravel?"
"What is so special about that sword?" Okay, I didn't say that either, so I must not be in control.
"Well, this sword used to belong to your great-grandfather. It was very dear to him and it helped him through every battle. It's name," he paused for unnecessary dramatic effect, "is Draiotoll." That seems like a strange name for a sword.
"Papa, can I have that sword someday?" Ravel says.
"Of course you can, son." 'father' says, "It has been passed to every son in our family." Huh, so it's an heirloom.
Suddenly, a woman walks into the room, holding a plate of something.
"Mama!"
Suddenly Ravel is running across the room towards the woman.
"I baked some cookies for you, Ravel. Would you like some?"
"Yes, please!" Man, it's too bad that she is probably dead by this time, since she never really appears. She seems like a nice woman. Why is it showing me this anyways?
Ugh.. My head.. Pain...
I'm back in the forge, not that I ever left it. On the bright side, I now know the name of the sword: Draiotoll.
I still can't help but feel that the name is strange though. Ugh! Stop worrying about it, Alan! You have other things to do.
I pick up Draiotoll and go across the room to grab some armor. Well, there isn't actually much armor, so I just grab a suit that looks like a Myrmidon outfit. That is Ravel's class, isn't it? It doesn't matter.
I grab a sheath for my sword and approach the door.
"Okay, prepare to be badly overwhelmed." I tell myself. Yeah, I'm supposed to head out there and then get sent beat up by a portion of the army, but I'll just worry about it when it happens.
I kick down the door and then look at the men in front of me.
There appears to be the same classes of people, only there are lot's more. There HAS to be at least ten men.
"Oi, what're ya gonna do with that, boy?!" I hear a man taunt, "Poke me with that little stick?"
Yeah, that man is aggravating. I rush over to the man, who is a barbarian, in an attempt to stab him.
Wait, why am I on the ground? Did I seriously just trip? Great, I've become a male counterpart of Sumia just when I don't need it. Too bad I can't cook, or clean...
Okay, I'm lazy, I'll admit it.
The man simply laughs and walks away. Great, that wasn't supposed to happen.
"Dog pile!" I hear a man yell. Wait, why would he say- OH THE PAIN! GAAAHH!
There has to be at least five hundred pounds of men on me right now. Ugh, why does it hurt to think?
The men soon climb off of me, and I'm struggling to catch a breath. I would have grabbed my sword by then, if they hadn't completely disarmed me.
They're now crowded around me, each man looking menacingly at me.
"And what should we do with this runt?" one of the men, a soldier, asks.
"How about we just kill him?" another man replies.
They seemed to like this idea, since they were all cheering and laughing in a creepy sync.
After a few seconds of laughter, one of men had a different idea:
"Maybe we can send him to Plegia, and make him our slave!" a nearby archer suggests.
I'm going to go with this idea, since it seems to be the only one where I don't get killed.
Thankfully, the men like this, as they are all cheering much more loudly than before.
"We need to get him quiet first." the soldier declares. Seriously? I'm not even talking. Let alone making noise.
Well, it's too late, since one of them is grabbing a hammer.
This is going to hurt... badly.
I felt that since my reviews were positive, (Well, I only had three,) that I would post Chapter 2 before putting this on hiatus.
As I said before, I probably won't update this until I get a different story out, but I may post a chapter from time-to-time.
I actually had to revise this chapter a bit to add some detail to my personality.