A/N: I know that I ponder this every other chapter, but the lack of reviews completely baffles me.
I mean surely if my story was bad, I'd be getting some criticism, but if it was good, it'd be getting... Well... more reviews.
I bet that means I'm stuck at the halfway point.
Damn.
"Okay, Geoff's sealed away in his room." I let out a sigh of relief and shut the door behind me. "We can talk now."
Tom gets up and shakes his head. "I have no idea what the hell is going on. Why are you here, and just... Why the hell can't I be sitting at home right now...?"
I shake my head. "I'm here because I'm the main character. And besides, we're a part of a god tournament. Nothing special." I roll my eyes and...
...
Please don't tell me I said that out loud.
"W-What...?" Ayla and Laurent are staring at me like I'm a madman.
Shit.
"Did you drink the wine too?" Ayla asks.
"What?! No! I mean- I- UGH! How the hell am I supposed to explain this?!"
Laurent shakes his head and readjusts his glasses. "I think I understand. In retrospect, perhaps this makes logical sense."
"What? What do you mean 'you understand?'" Tom asks the mage.
Ayla sighs and sits back at her chair, before pulling out a ring.
...Waaaaaait.
"It may not be as difficult for you to believe, yet we are from a time that has yet to be." Laurent also shows a ring.
Welp, this came sooner than expected.
"Wait, that means..." Tom turns toward the two, "You're from the future...?"
They both nod simultaneously.
"Perhaps I feel guilty for not telling you sooner, Ravel." Ayla bows her head in shame. "I feared directly altering the timeline more than I already have." she looks back up to me, her face now firm and reassuring. "Yet clearly you know more than meets the eye."
Tom turns toward me. "What do you mean...?"
Pressure... This isn't good. I really have a feeling that this information was not meant to slip.
Gah... Screw it. My morals are too strong for me to lie my way out of this. Damn kindness.
"Fine. I come from a world where this world is like a simple book. One where we seemingly control the outcome of the war. That's how I knew about Grima... About... Whatever else occurred... I'm not the only one, really. But I am the only one of us that really knows what will happen."
"Do we succeed?" Ayla asks.
"I-I can't say if we will. That's what is supposed to happen, but I can't predict entirely what will happen between now and later. I could die... Chrom could die... Robin could die... I have no idea."
Ayla frowns and rests her head upon her arm. "This is a lot more than expected. I only predicted that you traveled to an Outrealm... Not that you were sort of placed here by the gods." she pauses, before looking up at me. "Mother seemed to recognize you. Is she also from another world?"
"Who is your mother...?"
"Susan. I think you may already know who my father is."
Sigh. I already knew it, but I guess I still feel kinda proud to hear it from her. "Yes. She's also from our world. So is Tom and Geoff. No others have known about it."
"Wait a second!" Tom barges into the center of the room. "What you are saying is pretty much confusing me entirely, but it's my turn to ask a question!" he turns toward Ayla. "Why did you freeze up when I met you?"
She freezes up... Conveniently... and sighs. "You were my adoptive father."
"What?" Tom's face completely wipes of color and is replaced by a baffled expression.
"Yes. I was about nine when Father died in battle. He was all I had left. And... They sent me to live with you. You were always locked in your room, working on things. And whenever you went to battle, you wouldn't come home for weeks." she bites her lip and stares at the ground. "Whenever you did, you'd be so distant. Like something was missing. I... I guess I wanted to change that, so I taught myself magic. I guess I wanted to see you happy."
By the gods... That is either the most heartwarming story, or the most tragic...
And it explains why Ayla can use magic...
We all simply stare at each other, seemingly no reaction toward our confessions... If you could call them that. It sounds weird.
"Does that mean you knew about Emmeryn?" Ayla asks.
...
"You knew, didn't yo-?!"
"She's alive... I think..."
"But she fe-!"
"SHE'S ALIVE! DON'T DEFY MY WORDS, WOMAN!" I yell. The others in the room shrinks to about half their size, all staring at me.
Er... "S-Sorry..." I shrink down as well.
"Even in another universe... You still act uncannily similar." Tom mutters.
"So... Let's keep it between us, okay?" I request to Ayla, who is currently standing outside my door.
He lifts up her hand and nods. "Keep what?" she smiles deviously and walks down the hallway.
Well, she is a lot like her mother...
I yawn and close the door, walking up to my bed and falling atop of it.
Man... This bed has never felt so...
So...
"OH MY GODS!" WHAT?! HUH?!
I jump onto my feet and grab a sword. Who said that?!
Suddenly, Jafray bursts into the room, his face covered in sheer panic.
"Jaf?! What's wrong?!" I yell. "Bandits?! Grimleal?! Kittens?!"I give a light chuckle at the latter. Really felt like saying that.
"No... WORSE!" he shudders and pull an empty bottle out from behind him.
...
"What about it?"
He gasps, before shaking his bottle. "What about it?! SOMEONE DRANK MY FANCY VALMESE WINE!"
...
"Seriously?"
"I know, right! I need to get to the bottom of who did this!"
... SERIOUSLY? "You're telling me that you got all worked up because someone drank your stupid wine? I about had a heart attack!"
"Stupid?! That wine was made from fermented Manakete blood! It was boiled in an active volcano, then mixed with grapes from Mount Prism! And you have the nerves to tell me that it is stupid...? DO YOU REALLY KNOW HOW MUCH THIS COSTS?!"
Manakete blood? "Did it taste good?"
"I DUNNO... BECAUSE SOMEONE DRANK THE DAMN WINE!" Dude! Quit screaming!
"Maaaaan... That was delicious... Do... Do you have anymore...?" Geoff slowly wobbles into the room, putting a hand on Jafray's shoulder and laughing.
Welp, he's dead.
"YOU'RE DEAD, BASTARD!" he tackles Geoff to the ground, and the two then roll out of my vision.
And in all honesty, I think I can let them fight. I mean... Normally... Normally I'd help... But I'm a lot more tired than usual. A bit ironic considering that I've fought in multiple major battles, and yet getting mugged makes me tired. Oh... Oh well...
Just... Gonna...
I fall onto the bed. There.
Hello Jere-
...
Why is it so dark?
"Hello...?"
...
"It's not too late..." a black figure materializes in front of me.
What?! Who are- "Sygil? Jeremiah? Whoever? Are you playing mind tricks on me again?" I tilt my head.
Sigh. I can't tell because the voice is distorted.
"Go. You must protect Ylisstol!" the figure yells.
Guh? How do you-?! Why do you-?! What?!
"I don't have much time to warn you... But you must keep the invaders at bay, for the consequences shall be disastrous, if you fail!"
"Okay... I think I understand... Just... Who are you?" I ask.
The figure stops looking panicked and looks up. "Just... A friend." Hrm? Was that a smi-
GAH! LIGHT!
HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHIT!
"Ravel, what's wrong?!" Niro barges into the room, still wearing his clothes from the date.
Shit! Doesn't matter! We have to get moving! "Just shut up and pack your stuff!" I yell.
"Why?! Where are we supposed to be going?" he asks in sheer disbelief.
I frown. "We're going to protect Ylisstol." Insert epic evolving of frown into badass smile here.
There, let the slaughter commence.
Drake
By the gods! "What is that?!" I ask my female companion.
"That, my friends, is what happens when you give Link alcohol. The dude takes after his father way too much." Kassidy shakes her head and points to the complete mess in front of us.
In all honesty, I didn't think one body could hold that much wine. I sigh. "So I assume this means we should head to Northern Valm by now?" I ask.
She stops and thinks for a second, before stopping and nodding. "I suppose now is as good of a time. Perhaps we can maybe join the Resistance..."
"What? Nooooo... I'd rather not get my posterior handed to me by those Valmese brutes." Cyrus holds his hands in front of him, in a sort of 'Don't you dare make me go through this shit' kind of look.
"Hey... Kass... Give me a kiss." Link stumbles toward her and puts an arm on her shoulder.
Ohhhh-!
Wow... He's down already? "That's a new record..." I grin.
"Yeaaaah-! No." Kassidy groans. "Drunk Link is something that nobody wants."
"Sooooo... Now what?" I ask.
This sends a silence bursting through the group.
"Maybe... We could keep-"
" . . . No, and NO!" Cyrus screams. "I'M SICK OF BLOODY BANDITS AND RISEN! ALL I WANT IS TO SEE MY PARENTS AGAIN!"
Whoa...
"Er... I'm sorry, Cyrus, but I-!"
"I could care less about your apologies. It's not gonna change the fact that we've been waiting here doing to exact same thing for the past year!"
"Cyrus, I know how you feel, but we have to be patient!"
"PATIENCE MY ARSE!" he yells, kicking Link in the head on accident.
Hehe... N-No... Now's not the time to laugh... Now matter how funny that was... AHAHAHAHA-!
"Just be patient! I know what I'm doing! Father taught me to-!"
"OH YEAH, YOU MEAN THE 'BRILLIANT TACTICIAN' THAT GOT A BUNCH OF HIS FRIENDS KILLED?! Yeah, we COULD go try and prevent that, but "Nooooooo..." We gotta wait here and be sitting ducks at some place that doesn't even need us that much. You know who does? YLISSE!" Cyrus picks his axe up off the table and storms to the door.
Kassidy stays in her place, staring at the ground.
"I'm leaving. I'm gonna go help my parents. Maybe I can help to prevent what your father did wrong... If Ayla isn't already there to help... No telling where she is..." Cyrus shakes his head and walks toward the door.
"Fine. Leave." Kassidy looks up at him, her usually cocky grin shrunken into a scowl. "Not like we need you." She growls.
Cyrus grunts and opens the door, kicking the wall as he steps out.
Yet Kassidy just sits there, staring toward the ground.
Cyrus does have a point... Kassidy's father isn't that good... But still...
K-Kassidy? Oh... Oh man, is she crying? "K-Kass...?"
"Shut... Up... I'm not in the mood right now." she mutters.
... Okay... So that hurt her worse than I thought it would... And we lost Cyrus... And Link probably has a concussion, knowing how strong Cyrus is.
Damn. This has been one bad day for us.
I wonder how the others are doing...
A/N: I am officially losing faith in my writing abilities. I've already noticed how I use little detail, which isn't helped at all by this style of writing, and I most certainly have noticed that I have introduced maybe one too many OCs.
Yeah, a rewrite is now necessary, though I may consider extending the time until I close the poll, depending on the outcome.
And to those that I kept promising Chapter 3 of Forgotten Dreams to, I am really sorry. I have more than half of that chapter, finished, yet for some reason, I'm just not getting the motivation to finish it.
But yeah, I don't think I have to recap what you just read. I wish it was longer, though. Once again, my lack of detail, everyone. That shall be fixed in the rewrite... If I actually end up having one. There's no telling.
Now, I'm officially done with promising things that I probably will not even deliver remotely close to the correct time, so I'll just tell you that I'm working on Chapter 3 of Forgotten Dreams and the next chapter of this.
And to the readers of Oft Forgotten... I daresay that I haven't even started the next chapter of that, sadly.
Oh, and one last thing: My birthday is on Saturday. Coincidentally, Geoff's is on Friday, aka Valentine's Day. Funny coincidence that we were born one day apart. Yeah, maybe I'll try and work on those chapters and get them uploaded by then. That would be fun.