A/N I APOLOGIZE GREATLY FOR HOW LATE THIS CHAPTER CAME OUT! THE WRITERS BLOCK THIS CHAPTER WAS CRAZYYYYYY!! MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS!!
Unknown location (Unknown time)
Cyclone sat indian style in the middle of an open field in the middle of a forest in an unknown location.
The sun shined bright as the grass and trees blew gently in the wind. Cyclone took a deep breath and breathed out slowly, opening his eyes.
Cyclone looked around.
"This place.. looks familiar." Cyclone said.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" A voice said.
Cyclone looked to the side to see a jackal in Undertaker clothing, its hands in its pockets, standing next to him, admiring the forest.
"Who are you?" Cyclone asked.
The Jackal made a confused face.
"You don't know me? Weird.. I'm always around you it seems like." The Jackal said.
"And I haven't noticed? That's impossible." Cyclone said smugly.
The Jackal smirked.
"I agree. I mean.. it's not like I've been exactly hiding.." The Jackal said.
Cyclone stared at the Jackal.
"What are you doing here?" Cyclone asked, "You don't think I know where this is? It's my conscience. I'm well aware of that."
The Jackal stared at Cyclone with a smug, condescending look.
"That's not all this place is, you know." The Jackal said.
Cyclone was confused.
"It's the last place you were before you came back in time." The Jackal said.
Cyclone's eyes widened. How did this Jackal know Cyclone went back in time, and from this spot specifically?
"I-" Cyclone was interrupted.
"Do you remember a man named "Ikaiza Midoriya?" The Jackal asked, "He died here as well."
Cyclone thought hard through an angry expression.
"Who the hell is that?" Cyclone asked.
The Jackal looked back at the forest clearing.
"21 years old, about your height, rabbit outfit, and wielded a giant hammer." The Jackal said, "Good kid, until his face was beaten in so bad he couldn't be recognized anymore."
Cyclone chuckled.
"A rabbit outfit? A giant hanmer? I have no clue who you're talking about." Cyclone said.
The Jackal stared at Cyclone in silence for a moment.
"Then I'm not surprised at all you don't remember me." The Jackal said.
Cyclone became serious.
"Just tell me who you are. You know I've come back in time, and now you're in my conscience. Who the hell are you?" Cyclone asked.
The Jackal began to slowly walk off.
"There will be plenty of time for that in the future friend, I'll see you again. No doubt about it." The Jackal said, walking into the trees.
Cyclone stared at the Jackal with anger and aggravation.
"The illusuons have infiltrated my mind now, clearly..." Cyclone said, looking into the sky.
Cyclone looked at his hands and the grassy field around him.
"Hurry up Collector... get me out of this damn tree!" Cyclone yelled to himself as he grit his teeth.
Back in reality, Cyclone's face continued to rest on the tree with his eyes closed, among the hundreds of others.
GREAT KINGDOM (Temple of Friendship)
Almond sat on a step leading to the pulpit with his head down. His handless arms across his chest.
Cork stood with his arms crossed as well, scanning the room. Ferguson spoke with other Secret Order nights, informing them of their next mission.
Almond continued to stare at the ground as a picture of Richart had been drawn and set on a stand, stood next to his coffn, which was covered with a Secret Order banner.
"It's an honor to work under you, Mr. Almond!" Richart said.
Almond could see a hand in front of him and slowly looked up to see a younger Richart smiling with his hand extended.
"My name is Richart Pierrot!" (P-air-row)
Almond continued to look up at Richart in the Temple of Friendship, until the reality of the situation revealed that it was Kelp whose hand was extended, with his group of Crimson Order knights behind him. Richard at his side.
Almond continued to stare at Kelp with a neutral expression as Cork looked left and right and towards Ferguson, who shrugged her shoulders nervously.
Kelp cleared his throat.
"Excuse me, sir, but would I be correct in assuming you are, "Almond The Damaged?" Kelp asked.
Almond continued to stare until he noticed Cyl walking up to Richart's coffin and slowly placing a hand on it, the Barbarios warrior biting her lower lip softly to fight the tears.
Almond stared at Cyl until his head began to pulse in pain. Almond grit his teeth and breathed in and out softly before collecting himself and looking up at Kelp once more.
The people of the island usually attribute Almond's personality to the things he's seen and been through during his time as the head of the Secret Order. But Richard, Cork, Ferguson, and anyone who knew the truth.. felt nothing but sadness for him.
Almond finally spoke.
"..Yes." Almond said, standing up and shaking Kelp's hand.
Kelp smiled warmly.
"I thought as much. Head knight Kelp of the Crimson Order, here to assist you with the transportation of knight, Richart Pierrot's body." Kelp said.
"We know how to get to our tombs." Almond said.
"I'm sure you do, but I'm afraid we'll be taking a detour, sir. Lady Cyl has gained permission from Lord Jambavan to have the body taken to the Barbarios tombs." Kelp informed.
Ferguson looked at Cyl, then Richart's coffin, and smiled.
"We'll be... attacked for sure..." Cork said, "Richart's body... I don't want... him to get damaged.."
Cyl looked at Cork.
"Nothing will happen to him." Cyl said, fire in her eyes.
Cork breathed heavily in and out.
"U-Understood... Princess... Cyl..." Cork said.
Kelp wagged his finger.
"Also, it's about time we picked up the Elder, and stopped kicking up all this dust." Kelp said.
"The Elder is also at the Barbarios camps; we'll bury Richart, pick up the Elder, and get back here pronto." Richard said.
Almond looked back at Richart's coffin and back at Kelp.
"Fine." Almond said.
"OI! CAP'N KELP!" Hellios yelled.
Kelp rolled his eyes and looked back.
"Yes, Hellios?" Kelp asked.
Hellios walked in with Gunther wearing a metal collar with a chain leash.
"What in the king's name is this?" Kelp asked.
Ferguson covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
Cork went through a citizen book.
"I've... never seen... this skinwalker... before... he needs... to complete... registry..." Cork said.
"This piece of skinwalker trash is going with us to retrieve the Elder, orders from Lord Jambavan." Hellios said.
Gunther, who had already been beaten up viciously by the Crimson Order and Hellios for breaking into the Kingdom, breathed heavily in and out as he looked up at Almond and everyone else with one eye closed in pain.
"Wh-When I-I said I'm fightin' fer my freedom... I meant it..." Gunther wheezed.
Hellios snatched the collar, choking Gunther and hurting his neck.
"LISTEN HERE YOU SKINWALKER MUCK! TAKE THIS MESSAGE HOME! "YOU'VE BEEN GIVEN A ROYAL PARDON ON BEHALF OF THE KING! AS OF NOW YOU ARE AT HIS LEISURE UNTIL HIS SAY SO AND WILL HONOR IT WITHOUT QUESTION OR I WON'T HESITATE TO STRETCH YOUR WRETCHED NECK!" Hellios yelled into Gunther's ear.
Kelp walked up and seperated the two, handing the chain to a rookie Crimson Order knight.
"Relax! Hellios... right now we are escorts, not executioners." Kelp said, staring at Gunther.
"Not yet." Kelp said, holding up a hand.
"Alright! We've wasted far too much time here! It is time to bury our brother in arms, and meet the King's long awaited guest!" Kelp yelled.
The Crimson Order knights roared with adrenaline as the Secret Order knights silently agreed. Cyl noticed this glaring seperation of personality as Richart's coffin was lifted to be carried by six Mordecai.
Richart's coffin was surrounded by Secret Order knights, which was then surrounded by Crimson Order knights with Kelp in front and Richard watching the back.
Hellios stood on the left side of the escort party while Ferguson and Cork stood on the right. Kelp and Almond stood at the front. Cyl made her spot at Kelp's side, who looked down at her with a smile.
"Are we ready, Princess?" Kelp asked.
Cyl looked back at all the knights, Cork, Ferguson, Richard, Almond, and Kelp and smiled.
"Yes. I'm ready." Cyl said.
Kelp turned around to face the escort party once more. Almond continued to face forward.
"KNIGHTS! LET'S MOVE OUT!" Kelp yelled.
Okino Island
Joy Boy rest his hand on Tore's shoulder as the latter continued breating in and out trying to calm down. Davy and Kotatsu stared at Tore.
"That's definitely the sharingan.. h-how can this man have it?" Kotatsu asked himself.
Kotatsu continued to check out Tore's appearence until Tore slowly looked at Kotatsu. Kotatsu flinched.
"He-He... He looks like.." Kotatsu stammered in his mind.
Davy shook his head and looked around nervously before groaning and clutching his gunshot wound.
"We-We need to go! They're-They're sure to be back soon... to check on the church... and will undoubtably send-send another group on top of that...for attacking that agent!" Davy yelled, "Tore! Is there anywhere we can go so I can bandage myself up?"
"Awwwww I don't want to run! Let's fight these guys!" Joy Boy pouted.
"I'm shot you fool!!" Davy yelled.
Kotatsu looked at Davy then Joy Boy.
"He-He's right! We'll automatically be associated with them when we're spotted too." Kotatsu said.
"Tore c-come on! It's you they really want!" Davy said.
Joy Boy noticed this.
"Hm? Why do they want you, friend?" Joy Boy asked Tore.
Kotatsu looked around for Marines.
"We don't have time to explain! Get out of here! Listen to your buddy! They'll associate you with us if we're seen together!" Davy yelled.
Joy Boy smiled.
"No way." Joy Boy said.
"Now i'm positive you're some kind of fool!!! Don't you know who the Marines are?! They'll kill us all!-"
POW!!!!!!!! SPLAT!!!!!
Davy, Joy Boy, and Tore all looked down at Kotatsu's blood and brains over his face, neck, and body with complete shock.
Davy was the first to snap out of it and see where the shot came from and fired back, killing the sniper in the trees then immediately firing at other Marines in the vacinity, before running to find cover.
"MOVE MOVE MOVE!!!!" Davy yelled.
Joy Boy continued to stare at Kotatsu's body as Tore finally snapped out of it and looked around with panic as bullets grazed him and wizzed by, the entire forest filling with smoke and thundering with gunfire.
Marines continued to broadside the rag tag group with heavy musket and pistol fire.
"Sons of bitches!!" A Marine spit, continuing to fire at the group relentlessly.