Revert to the Dark

[You Know Shinon Is God]

Daein

Two days. It had been two days since Pelleas gave the throne to Micaiah. It was true he wasn't of royal blood, but neither was Micaiah. The original Daein royal bloodline was lost with the death of the previous king. Even though he could have easily lied to the people of Daein and continued as their king, it just didn't feel right - both lying and being their king. He had let them down so many times, while Micaiah had saved and protected them every time. Surely, the people would want a leader who was worth them.

Come to think of it, Pelleas realized he knew very little of what his people actually thought of him. He knew what most of Micaiah's army thought of him - they, at least, did like him - but the general populace had probably rarely ever seen him.

Being advisor to the throne seemed good and well, but would he be able to handle even that? Pelleas shook his head at the thought, trying to focus on the book in front of him. He couldn't keep letting himself think he wasn't worth doing anything for his country. If he had voiced all these thoughts to Micaiah, she probably would have scolded him for it. He knew he needed to think about what he could do.

Recently, he'd been spending most of his time at the royal library, searching through the history books to find a way to help heal the country. He needed to know about everything he could about Daein's royal history and its advisors. He wasn't going to let his peoople down anymore.

After a few moments of actually being able to clear his head, he heard voices - loud, protesting voices - coming from outside. He removed himself from the table he was seated at and looked out the large library windows, noticing there was a crowd gathering around a few men who were soldiers in the last war.

Directing his thoughts to the people around him, the soldier continued speaking to them. "Your precious Maiden of Dawn is an imposter to the throne! We have found proof that a prince of our country yet lives. Your fair Maiden, though having worked beside him in this past war that is still vivid in all our minds, has taken the throne despite his survival. Should our true prince lose his place as king to this young lady who has no relation to our royal bloodline?"

There were varied responses which Pelleas was unable to make out, but he could quite clearly tell that several people had started arguing down in the crowd. He watched uncertainly for a while, at least understanding that the people were divided on the topic, hearing things such as "Why should we advocate for a prince who has never bothered to protect his own country?" and "If the Maiden of Dawn fought with him, why would she dare steal the throne from him after all she did for us?". He chose not to make any moves until he quite clearly heard "Kill the imposter Micaiah!". At that point, he dashed out of the library and down into the crowd, bypassing the citizens and moving straight up toward the soldiers at the front of it all.

"What is going on?" Pelleas questioned, though with a slightly demanding voice. Someone had definitely said they wanted to kill Micaiah. He needed to know everything right now.

"Former King Pelleas..." One of the soldiers looked at him, though he didn't appear at all angry with him. "You may have given the throne to Micaiah, but at least you admitted to your people you were not of royal blood and stepped down. But then, instead of choosing not to take over your position, also lacking royal blood, she takes the throne when she fought right alongside our true prince in this last war. She should have spoken to him about it and asked of him to take it instead of her. But instead, she doesn't bother! How are we to know controlling Daein is not her goal? You would easily have been a better ruler than she!"

"...How... How did you come about the information that a true prince still lives?" Pelleas himself knew about Soren's existance - they had fought briefly in the war, and after meeting him he had been told later that he lacked Daein royalty. When he learned how terribly he'd been decieved.

"Lady Almedha had met briefly with General Ike of Crimea, correct? After the war... she had been speaking to one of the Goldoans. The conversation involved this prince. Aside from that, some other soldiers agree that the one she claims to be her son does indeed look very similar to both she and her brother."

"Even if you know there is a prince, he himself may not know he is one."

"Then we shall ask him personally. We will also ask that he takes the throne."

"I... I see... But... whatever is wrong with Micaiah herself? She has done her best for all of you! I assure you, she won't let any of you down!"

"It is the fact that she has stolen his rightful place. If she is willing to step down for him if he so decides to take the throne, there will be no problem."

Pelleas didn't answer for a moment, but he could hear another soldier near him murmur to another, "Kill her." Perhaps they thought if Soren didn't have to take the position away from someone, he would be more likely to accept it. But the comment itself was enough to make Pelleas begin to panic. If he understood correctly, some of these people merely wanted to meet their prince. Others wanted him to assume the position of king even if it meant removing Micaiah from the picture entirely.

At the moment, he felt all he could do was find Micaiah and speak with her about it.

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Mercenary Fort

The mercenaries had just returned from another request, accepting what was an exceedingly low pay compared to what they'd recieved during the last two wars. Not that it was a problem. They even had enough money right now to take jobs on for free. But considering the number of them, that money wouldn't last very long, so they at least needed to continue making some money.

Though, it seemed everywhere they went, Ike was considered a hero, more so than a mercenary. The group itself was being recognized as Crimea's saviors. Though Ike tried to shrug it off and let everyone know he really just wanted to be known as a mercenary from this small company, people just kept insisting. Shinon had certainly had his fill of it again today - if not past that.

Ike looked over at the red-haired archer curiously, noting he seemed to be in a bad mood. "What's wrong, Shinon? You were fine before we set out this morning..."

Shinon rolled his eyes and removed his weaponry, dropping it lazily on their dining table. "What do you think? I was fine this morning before we set out to hear every other person we passed by hailing 'Sir General Ike' as a hero. No way we'll be able to keep this mercenary work up without hearing that everywhere we go."

Choosing not to tick him off any further, Ike kept silent and moved away from him. He should have known Shinon would be upset about him.

Rather than dwelling on today's issues, Shinon walked off into another room. He was sure Rolf would be asking for another lesson sometime soon, so he may as well plan ahead for that...

Edited October 27, 2012 by You Know Shinon Is God

[Snowy_One]

Laura - Laura's Abby - A few days ago

Laura slowly walked along the stone path out in the main courtyard, her staff in one hand and a book in the other, as she watched her fellow monks go about their daily lives. Many of them were preforming simple, daily, tasks that seemed horribly mundane, yet horribly appealing. One monk was busy, a crust of bread in his hand and a small flock of ducks at his feet, feeding them and listening to their quacks as he reached down to pet their bodies, being sure to collect loose feathers for quills. Another sister was kneeling in the garden, a small pile of carrots beside her as she worked the earth between her hands to plant seeds. It was all simple. All mundane...

And all pleasing to the young priestess as she walked down the path to the Holy Mother's home. It seemed like only last week that they had been risking their lives upon the battlefield, trying to defend Daien as the cries of Laguz and Crimean alike filled the air, demanding their blood, only to be silenced in an instant. At night, as she lay in bed, she could still feel the dank walls of the tents and cries of the wounded in her mind. Yet, she was not going to let the calls of the past break her.

As she approached the Holy Mother's small hut, tucked away in the corner of the abbey, the door to the abbey suddenly opened and a very annoyed-looking soldier stormed out. Quickly Laura stepped to the side, letting the man pass by her. As he did so he looked at her, a harsh, accusing look, with some sort of faint curse muttered under his voice, before he continued on his way. As he left, Laura headed to the home.

"I brought the book you asked for, Holy Mother." she said, putting it down on the table. The senior woman was slumped down in a chair, sweat staining her brow, and the imprint of her hand clearly marked in the wood of her desk. She looked up to Laura for a moment before the younger priestess replied. "That man... His reason for coming here, is it related to this book? Detailing the rights of succession?" she asked, receiving a nod in reply. "Why would he..."

Laura stopped to think for a moment, then the Holy Mother spoke. "He claims our leaders are not the rightful ones. That Queen Micaiah has claimed the throne illegally. That... That she is little more than a fraud. He wanted the support of the abbey, of me, in denouncing her. I... I do not know what to do Laura. You fought alongside both of them before. I trust you enough that you would not find yourself in the company of liars. And I trust the woman that freed us from Begnion. But his claims were so strong. I do not know what to do Laura. I had to tell him I did not know if I would or not." she said before picking the book up.

"What I know for certain is this though, our abbey cannot be silent, and before long, we will have to pick a side."

"I do not wish to betray my friends Holy Mother." said Laura.

"I know... Which is why... As of now... You are no longer a priestess of this abbey."

Laura stopped full on, shocked, but then... Understanding. "I. I see. Shall I pack my things then?"

"Yes, you should. I expect you have a place to go?"

"I have friends I can spend time with, yes." said Laura with a smile.

"Then I expect that you should hurry to them. And Laura, before you go." the older woman came up to put her hands on Laura's shoulders. "Should you ever return to our order, you have more than proven yourself in my eyes. You are more deserving of the title of 'Holy Mother' than I. One day, when these old bones die..."

"You're only thirty."

"When these old bones die, I wish for you to become the leader. Too bad you cannot now that you aren't part of the order."

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Mia - The Griel Mercenaries

Sword, raised overhead, ready to strike. Her foe was charging towards her, his own blade raised high overhead. He cried out as he started to swing downwards, and time seemed to stand still. She knew her motion. Her blade moved upwards, sliding up to catch his own as he tried to strike her, catching his sword at the hilt. The two blade met with a spark as she felt his weight upon her, but she wanted that. This was her battle to win, and he had lost the moment he had made such a clumsy strike. Quickly she stepped forwards as she pivoted her blade about, sliding it down his before twirling it out of the way. His arm was level with her chest now, quickly she brought her blade about, freed from obstructions, to strike harshly at his neck. He fell to the ground without a cry.

Maybe next time it wouldn't be a straw dummy. Mia smiled as she looked down as several bits of straw floated through the air and down around her face. Just this morning they had been in 'real' combat, but that combat had been... unfulfilling. She was the swords-mistress! A worthy foe was supposed to challenge her, make her better... and she had just gotten more challenge from the straw dummy than the enemies they had just fought.

"Ah well." she said with a smile as she placed the training sword back on her weapon rack. She needed to find her rival, soon, or else she would start wasting away.

[Loki Laufeyson]

Castle Goldoa

"Sister. Sister? Are you in there?"

It was her baby brother calling again. "Yes, Kurth..." Almedha said listlessly. She had been thinking again. Thinking of Father, of Rajaion, and of her son. "I'm sorry, moth--Lady Almedha, but I am not your son." She had thought of those words Pelleas had said to her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she went to the door. Upon opening it, Kurthnaga entered clasping her hands in his.

"Sister, you do not look so well," he said with eyes full of compassion. It was hard for Almedha to think of him as king now. In her father's place.

"I...I am well. I just have been thinking on some things," she told him. "Things..."

"Yes, I as well," Kurth said. "I have received a report about Daein. It seems that there is some unrest about Lady Micaiah taking the throne. It appears that some information had reached the Daein people about--" Kurth paused looking a bit stricken.

"My son?" Almedha sounded shaky.

"Yes. A letter from Pelleas had arrived that the people intend to bring harm upon Lady Micaiah." Kurth replied. He seemed rather conflicted by this news.

"Hah! What does it matter to me?" Almedha said with indignation. "Let them squabble, for all I care!" She had never quite taken to the idea of Micaiah as a queen. Voice of the goddess or no, she always seemed ill suited.

"But they mean to harm her!" Kurth said loudly, "I...I can't allow that. Gareth is always saying I must rule like Father. That Goldoa must retain neutrality for the sake of our people. But I cannot let this happen! I cannot allow---"

Almedha cut him off, "Brother, I understand you care for Lady Micaiah but Daein has made its choice." She had no longer wished to be involved in power struggles. The memory of Ashnard still burned in her mind.

Kurthnaga smiled sadly. "Yes I know," he sighed. "But this issue can be remedied. I think--" he broke off, looking up into her eyes. "I think it is time for him to know, before this gets any worse."

Almedha thought of the young staff officer of the Greil Mercenaries. He has my eyes... She thought. She could not forget how she felt upon seeing him. No mother could not know. How I was fooled. Fooled by those who wished to take power for themselves.

"Yes. Yes I agree." She answered.

Kurth smiled again. "Thank you, sister. I knew you would understand. I will have a letter sent to General Ike immediately, requesting an audience with him and Soren." He turned to leave the room to leave Almedha with her thoughts.

My son will be king! He is a king!

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Greil's Retreat

Finally, the snows had stopped. It seemed that the winter would last forever. Mist would often ponder if it was Ashera's vengeance on the world for turning its back on her. Soren always found that ridiculous but knew better not to say so. Mist had been rather emotional since the last war. Boyd would often get angry if any unkind word was ever uttered in Mist's presence. Still, the snows were incorrigible. Oscar often noted if it had kept up, the farmlands of Crimea would suffer terribly.

Soren set his book aside and ventured out of his room. He often holed himself up in there since hearing that Ike planned on leaving. In the corner of his room was a small rucksack packed with some tomes and salted jerky. Just in case Ike did leave, Soren intended on following. Despite how silly the notion, he couldn't abide the thought of not being at Ike's side. It will pass. It always does. He thought with a twinge of anger at himself.

It was then he came upon Mia.

"I was just practicing," she said cheerily. "One day, my rival will come and I gotta be ready!" She appeared a bit sweaty and was breathing hard. "You should practice with me sometime."

"No, thank you." Soren replied sharply. Mia's idea of practicing was often filled with swinging her sword around as much as possible most of the time.

"Oh you're no fun at all!" She said turning away.

Soren found himself in the mess hall. Only Shinon and Rolf were there seated at a table at the far end of the hall. They seemed to be discussing something. Soren left them be. As he sat down, Rhys came into the hall clutching what appeared to be a letter.

"Soren, I've been looking for you. This letter came for you just this morning." Rhys said, handing him the letter.

"Thank you, Rhys."

"Good weather, finally. The cold often makes me feel sluggish. I'm glad to finally see the sun, haha!" Rhys said and turned to approach the table where Shinon was seated.

The letter had had Goldoa's sigil on it. Most queer...What on earth would Goldoa want with me? Soren began to read.

Soren of the Greil Mercenaries:

I request of you and General Ike, an audience as soon as possible. It regards the new state of unrest in Daein of late. It is of import that we meet face to face. When we do, I wish to inform you why this concerns you. If we could meet in Gallia, that would be most favorable.

Kurthnaga, King Goldoa

Soren read it again and then put the letter in a pocket in his robes. What is this? How could this possibly have anything to do with us, or better yet, me?

It was then he heard Titania enter the room. "Shinon, where are you going? We need to call everyone together." She said in her commanding voice.

"What? Why?" Shinon barked back. Rolf looked puzzled, "What's going on, Titania?"

Titania turned to Rhys, "Tell everyone to meet in here immediately." Rhys left without protest. Soren found the urgency on Titania's voice disquieting. He rose to approach her, but had seen Ike enter the room.

"Ike, what is it," Soren asked. He considered the letter for a moment. He knew he would have to show it to Ike and soon.

"It's Daein," Ike answered with a stolid tone. "There is unrest involving Micaiah. Apparently, the people are talking about revolution of sorts. Something about how Micaiah had lied to them and taken the throne from their rightful prince."

What? Soren couldn't believe his ears. He knew Pelleas had no claim and advocated rights to Micaiah. "Who on earth could be this 'rightful prince'?"

Ike didn't answer. The rest of the group began pouring into the hall.

"Ike...I received this letter from Goldoa," Soren said. Somehow, it seemed connected to Ike's story. How, Soren had no idea. Ike took it and read it. His face appeared unreadable.

"I...see...I think it might be necessary to meet with Kurthnaga. Perhaps he has some insight on all of this," Ike said. Finally, he turned to the others and began speaking.

Edited October 28, 2012 by Florina Stark

[Baldrick]

Streets of Nevassa

Sothe cast a critical eye over the blueprints laid out in front of him. Not wanting to spend any more time in the castle than necessary, he had joined the reconstruction team, and found work assisting in the repair of those buildings destroyed in Jarod's attack. It was hard work, but it kept him busy, and gave him a goal to strive for. The sooner Daein was strong again, the better.

His thoughts drifted to the other day, when Pelleas had abdicated the throne. Of course, he had asked Micaiah to take over, and she had accepted. She had looked at him with a steady gaze and cut short his protests; Just a little longer, Sothe. Daein still needs me. He had asked what she meant by that, but she refused to elaborate. Had she had some vision? Sothe didn't know, and didn't particularly care. I just have to hone myself so I can take on anything that comes our way. Sothe was jerked out of his reverie by a voice across the street.

"...the true king of Daein. I hear there's a movement to put him in charge of the country."

Sothe sighed and rolled up the parchment. What? There are still people in denial about Pelleas' true heritage? He got up from the table and followed the men discreetly, straining to hear their conversation.

"But we already have a leader!" The second man countered, "What about the Maiden of Dawn?"

The first man continued, "I'm sure she'd step aside once she sees where the people's loyalties lie. If she doesn't, then she might not be around for much longer, if you know what I... eh? What was that?"

Forgetting all about his latest project, Sothe hurried toward the castle, brushing the man's shoulder as he passed. While there didn't seem to be any immediate threat, he needed to discuss this latest development with Micaiah as soon as possible.

[mimgrim]

Phoenicis

Has it really only been a few weeks since we defeated Ashera? It seems like it has been longer thought Reyson. Ever since Empress Sanaki gave Serenes Forest back to the Herons the bird tribes have been working feverishly to move to Serenes Forest. But despite all the hard work everyone is doing they still don't like letting any of the Herons doing too much work and it annoys Reyson to no end.

Reyson notices one of the Phoenicians that is in charge of moving everyone to Serenes Forest and decides to walk up to him and says, "Excuse me?"

"Hmm? Yes what is it you need?" Replies the Phoenician as he turns around, "Oh Prince Reyson I didn't know it was you, had I known I wouldn't have spoken so rudely, is there something you need help with?"

"Pay it no mind and no I do not need help with anything, I was actually wondering if there was something I could do to help?"

"Ah, well, umm... There nothing I can think of," said the phoenician a little bit guiltily.

"Look," replied Reyson, "I wish to help, not to be coddled and protected, now I will ask again. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Well, um, err.... Oh I know! We still have some wounded from the war and massacre and I think it would be a great idea if you could sing the galdr (gladr?) to them to lift their spirits, what do you think of that?"

"... Fine."

"Excellent!" Replied the Phoenician as he started looking around for someone to escort the Prince and his eyes chanced upon a young boy, "you there!" he called to the boy.

The boy came running up and asked, "Yes? What is it you need sir?"

"I want you to escort Prince Reyson to where we keep the wounded, got it?" He then turns to Reyson, "Is that alright with you your Highness?"

"No, I can find my own way." Replied Reyson.

"Oh don't be silly," said the boy "I know a shortcut so c'mon follow me your Highness!"

Reyson couldn't help but smile at the enthusiasm the boy showed and agreeingly said, "Alright, alright, lead the way then.

A few minutes later.

"Here we are your highness!"

"Thank you," said Reyson as he entered the building.

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Outskirts of Sienne, Begnion

It has been only weeks since I have somehow been resurrected and woke up outside of Sienne thought Zelgius. I have dawdled long enough continued Zelgius in his train of thought I must enter Sienne and find Master Sephiran but I must enter discreetly. Zelgius pulls out a cloak from his packs and wraps it around himself bringing the hood over his face and starts to walks into Sienne. Upon entering Sienne Zelgius is greeted with loud noise and a very busy city. Zelgius begins to heads towards the Mainal Cathedral, figuring that's a good place to start to find out where Master Sephiran is.

After finally navigating his way through the crowds he ends up in front of the Mainal Cathedral. Zelgius walks up to the main gate to where a Begnion guard is stationed. The guard noticing a robed figure walking up to him and asks rudely, "What'd you want?"

"I wish to speak with Master Sephiran," replied Zelgius.

"No can do," said the guard dismissively, "come back next week when we allow the public those times to speak with the higher ups."

"It is of the upmost importance."

"I don't care, come back next week."

Zelgius casts a quick glance around to make sure no one else is watching and upon seeing all is safe brings down his hood to reveal himself to the guard. "Ge-General Zelgius! H-how is this possible!?" said the guard in shock.

"I do not know," replied Zelgius as he brought the hood back over his head, "but now will you take me to speak with Master Sephiran?"

"Y-yes right away sir," said the guard. "You there! Take over my position till I get back." The guard and Zelgius then make their way to Sephiran's quarters.

Ruins in the Desert of Death, Daein

"Sir! The rumors are being spread as we speak and it's going just as planned, soon all of Daein will be in civil war," said a Daein soldier loyal to Daein's royal blood line alone.

"Heh heh heh, HA HA HA! Perfect, once Daein goes into civil war the other countries will soon follow and then all of Tellius will be covered in war again and then I will reveal myself and Tellius will then know that Mad King Ashnard is back and tremble at my feet! HA HA HA, HEH HEH HEH, HO HO HO!"

Edited October 29, 2012 by mimgrim

[Loki Laufeyson]

Mainal Cathedral

The scrolls were definitely piling up. He had been pouring over them ever since the Tower of Guidance. Sephiran's thoughts often turned to that fated day. The day he turned his back on his goddess. The thought made him frown slightly, but he could not deny the relief he felt. Still, if war comes again.... He placed his faith in Yune whom was now free. He hoped that the little goddess stayed by Micaiah's side. She will need the guidance if the rumors are true. He thought while reading the reports from Daein. Perhaps now, there is something more I can do. Yes...

It was then, Sephiran heard the knock on his chamber door.

"Enter," he answered.

"My lord," a young guard appeared. "It is...General Zelgius. H-he wishes to see you."

The guard sounded nervous and alarmed. Not surprising, for even Sephiran was unsure of how Zelgius returned. Perhaps it was Yune. Or perhaps there is a part of Ashera still left. I wonder...

"Please, send him in." Sephiran answered. Zelgius was alive alright. The sight of him made Sephiran smile. As the guard departed and closed the door behind him, Sephiran offered Zelgius a seat.

"I am most pleased to see you. You have come at a great time. Begnion has accepted Sanaki as Empress, but the same cannot exactly be said of Daein. Micaiah appears to be being met with resistance." He paused, holding out a scroll for Zelgius to read. "There...may be a task for you."

[mimgrim]

Mainal Cathedral, Begnion

Zelgius accepted the seat and took the scroll but did not open it. "You do not seem surprised to see me, as if you knew I was back, but I would expect no less from you Master Sephiran. I do however hope you will be able to tell how I came back once I know what this task is," with that said Zelgius opened and examined its contents. "So rumors are being spread in Daein that there is a survivor of the royal blood line of Daein and that this survivor is actually the child of King Ashnard and these rumors are cause Daein to split and go to civil war? If thats the case I am guessing you want to me to become the Black Knight again and try to stop this from happening or maybe support a side or something to the extent right?"

[Loki Laufeyson]

Mainal Cathedral

Sephiran studied Zelgius for a long moment. Those features remained the same after so long. The unusual power of the Branded, to remain seemingly ageless. Just like us Laguz.

"I want you to go to Micaiah's side. If they mean to bring her harm, I am unsure we can trust her Dawn Brigade to keep her safe for too long. I have my suspicions about who the people believe to be Ashnard's true heir. But I cannot confirm anything yet. I would go myself, but I feel Empress Sanaki may need me at her side."

Sephiran paused for a moment. "Also, I wish to ascertain the whereabouts of Yune. Micaiah is our only true link to her. The scroll I gave you has more details about what's going on in Daein." He thought for a moment what Zelgius's involvement might mean. "I also pray that General Ike and his men do not get involved, but given the circumstances..." If Sephiran's suspicions were true, it was inevitable.

"I believe the Black Knight is necessary."

[mimgrim]

Mainal Cathedral

Zelgius studied his master for a short moment and then said "I understand. I will set out for Daein Immediately. However it would be useful if I could have some Warp Powder and a sword, will it be possible for you to get me these items before I set out for Daein?"

Zelgius stopped for a moment to consider something. "If I am going there as the Black Knight should I conceal my identity as Zelgius to Micaiha and come up with some tale of how I am not the Black Knight she thinks I am or something similar to that?"

[Momentai~]

Mercenary Fort

Rhys released a contented sigh as he sat under a tree just outside the mercenary fort. The cold always did make him feel rather lethargic, so the arrival of more balmy weather was something he relished. He would go for a walk soon, but that walk could wait until he was done enjoying the shade the tree provided.

Rhys was suddenly snapped out of his reverie by something he could not pinpoint. His brow creased in worry as he heard a sound he'd become well acquainted with over the past few years: Mia's battle cry. Rhys quickly jumped up to tend to whatever injuries Mia had inflicted. That thought dispersed suddenly when he bumped into a very large... something.

"Excuse me, sir" came a deep voice.

Rhys's eyes widened and a small gasp escaped his lips as he realized just how close the the origin of the voice was to him. He hastily turned his head upward to assess the person addressing him. The owner of the voice was a male of very large stature clothed in foreign garb. The man grasped a letter in his hand.

He must be here to deliver that letter, Rhys thought to himself. That assuaged his unease about this strange person's sudden appearance a little.

"Ah, I'm sorry. H-how may I help you?"

The man seemed to sense his nervousness because he looked a bit sheepish as he stepped back to give him some space. He grumbled a quick apology before speaking again, hand extended toward him.

"Please give this letter to your tactician, Sir Soren."

A letter for Soren? Rhys didn't let the surprise about the intended recipient show on his face.

"Oh, of course." Rhys replied.

Rhys took the letter from the man and flashed him a brief smile. Even though his letter was delivered, the man made no motion to leave.

"W-was there anything else you needed?"

The man shifted awkwardly as he spoke again.

"No. I would like for you to deliver that letter as soon as possible."

Rhys nodded in understanding.

"I'll get right on it."

Rhys turned around and headed back to the fort, mulling over the peculiar encounter he just had. He looked over his shoulder to take in the letter deliverer's appearance in more detail, but the man was gone by then.

Rhys paused at the entrance to the mercenary fort to gaze down curiously at the letter he held in his trembling hands. The fact that it was addressed to Soren meant it most likely was not another thank you note from a previous client. He shook off the sudden feeling of foreboding that weighed down on him.

As soon as he entered the fort, he was greeted by a cheery voice.

"Yoo-hoo! Rhys!"

Rhys looked up to see Mia waving excitedly at him. Rhys smiled and greeted her.

"Hello Mia. It sounds like you were doing some intense training earlier, as you usually do. Do you have any new wounds I need to know about?"

"Nah, I'm fine Rhys. I was doing some training with a dummy."

Mia gave him a once over and a concerned look crossed her face.

"Say Rhys, are you feeling alright? You don't look too good..."

Rhys shook his head.

"It's nothing Mia. Thanks for your concern."

Rhys paused to think for a moment.

"Have you seen Soren?"

A small frown found its way on Mia's face.

"He was heading to the mess hall. He seems to be a bit more grumpy than usual."

Rhys frowned too as he remembered what was most likely the source of Soren's bad mood.

"Thanks Mia. I need to give him something. I think it's very important."

"Ok. I'll see ya later Rhys."

Mia waved and jogged off in the other direction as he headed to the mess hall.

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After he delivered the letter to Soren, he walked over to Rolf and Shinon just as they seemed to be finishing a conversation. Shinon nodded to him as he brushed by on his way to the door. He didn't have much time to sit and chat because within a minute he found himself tasked with another errand given by a rather agitated Titania.

Rhys walked briskly on his way to alert the other mercenaries about their presence being needed. Boyd, Oscar, Gatrie and Mia were easy enough to find. Mist seemed to be missing, however. He and the rest of the mercenaries eventually decided to make their way to the mess hall after an unsuccessful search. He looked back to see if Mist had joined their bustling little group somewhere along the way before he arrived at their destination, and his eyes met Boyd's worried gaze. Rhys gave him a smile of reassurance before entering the room.

As he walked in he saw Ike, Soren, Shinon, Rolf, and Titania. He scanned the room and felt a wave of relief as he realized Mist was there as well. He saw a small smile grace her

face as she looked over in their direction.

The sound of Ike clearing his throat brought his attention to the commander. He stood until the rest of the mercenaries found their place before he took a seat at Shinon's table once more and waited for Ike to begin speaking.

Edited October 30, 2012 by Momentai~

[You Know Shinon Is God]

Mercenary Fort

Once everyone was in the same room again, Ike went over the letter to everyone. Even while explaining, his eyes occassionally wandered to Soren. Something about him seemed... off.

"It sounds like Goldoa... wants to hire us for something." Ike couldn't tell exactly what Kurthnaga wanted, and it seemed strange for Goldoa to involve itself with anyone outside of its own country. But then, Kurthnaga was king now; not Deghinsea. Kurthnaga was, at least, willing to involve himself with foreigners. "I know he's only asking that Soren and I go, but since we don't know what it is, I'd prefer taking all of you."

"We're being hired by sub-humans again?" Shinon's voice was incredulous, his face looking bored. "I'd say 'I'm out', but you guys need me or you probably won't make it back."

Ignoring the annoyed commentary, Ike continued. "He's at least asking us to see him in Gallia, and we already know the routes to there. If everyone can get ready to head there soon, we--"

"IIIIIKKKKKE!"

The blue-haired swordsman stopped speaking and gave his attention to the door as he heard a knock and his name. He moved to open the door to the fort, blinking at the Gallian beast tribe member in surprise as the opened door revealed him. "...Ranulf?"

"Um, yeah, I know this is sudden... but did you guys get any word from Goldoa lately?" Ranulf started, moving into the fort at Ike's invitation, watching as Ike closed the door behind them.

"We... have, yes. Why?" Ike questioned as he took his place back at the table, followed by Ranulf.

"We've had messengers from Goldoa asking if it's not a problem for you and King Kurthnaga to meet there. King Skirmir was... a bit enthusiastic about seeing you and everyone else again - particularly his favorite beorc staff officer. So, he said it wasn't a problem and asked that they send you a message as soon as possible. I guess they did by what you've told me."

"And so, did they say what they wanted us to meet with them for?"

"Err... they didn't give details - just that they wanted to meet with you. Until we recieved another letter a day later... Apparently they're asking that they meet with 'Daein's prince'. The letter wasn't from Kurthnaga, though. I don't know who sent it. There was no name. I brought it here with me. What did your letter say?" Ike showed him the letter and he read it over twice before stopping at the end of it and staring at it blankly. "They mentioned to us something was going on in Daein in the first letter, and it was written similarly - in fact, the last sentence was exactly the same. So, of course, Skir-- King Skirmir sent a message back saying he'd be most pleased and that he was glad to read King Kurthnaga ask of him to allow Gallia to be your meeting place. I don't know if the designated meeting place being Gallia has anything to do with this or if they just wanted a place between your two countries - or both -, but here's our letter. The second one."

Ike took the offered letter and read it carefully. It was similar to the message they'd recieved, and thus apparently similar to the first one sent to Gallia, except it mentioned "the turmoil beginning in Daein is about the bloodline." Then one particular sentence... We need to meet with the Daein prince as soon as possible.

"So..." Ike began. "Goldoa wants to meet with us in Gallia to talk to us, specifically me and Soren, about Daein's prince? I know Pelleas was crowned king for a while and stepped down only recently, announcing to not being of Daein royal blood. Does that mean they know someone else who might actually be Ashnard's son this time? That they need to meet him?"

"Um, yeah. Ike, can I talk to somewhere? You know - not here?"

Ike looked toward the Gallian in confusion. "...Sure?"

Ranulf quickly apologized to the others and excused both he and Ike, bringing them into another room and shutting the door. "Ike, I'm just going to be straightforward. They're suspecting Soren."

"Wait, what?"

"I can see where they're coming from, though... Have you ever noticed the similarities in appearances? King Kurthnaga does look a lot like him... King Kurthnaga never had any children, though. Rajion's child isn't born yet. That leaves the last of the siblings - Almedha. Thinking about it like that... he does look strikingly similar to her. If he's her child, unless she's been with someone else since being with Ashnard... I mean, it could've been possible, but any laguz can sense when a Branded is nearby; even if they don't know they're feeling strange because of being near a Branded. As a laguz, it's easy for me to tell he's one of them. Obviously all Branded are born to a beorc and laguz. We know Almedha's story, so I'll spare those details, but she and Ashnard fit that description. Almehda's also never had any other children that anyone's been made aware of."

Trying to take all the information in, Ike stayed silent as he listened to Ranulf. The way he was putting it did make sense... But yet, Soren was there when they fought Ashnard. Surely the former king saw him? If he did, wouldn't he have noticed he looked similar to Almedha? Did he not see him? Did he not care? Did he just not remember him? Even if he didn't remember though, the appearance alone should have been enough to raise a question or two...

[Baldrick]

“Just once,” throwing the door of the apartment wide open, Tormod stormed into the room, “I’d like to deal with a senator who isn’t a pretentious windbag.”

“Hello to you too, little one.” the reply came from the kitchen, “I presume the meeting didn’t go so well?”

“They didn’t listen to a word they said! Instead, I got a fifteen-minute lecture on decorum and how a junior minister should address his elders! Honestly, Muarim, you’d be much better suited to the position than I would.”

Entering the room, the burly laguz frowned. “I don’t know how the senators would react to having a laguz, a former slave in their midst.”

Tormod stopped mid-rant and stared at Muarim. He wished his friend would stop being so down on himself. “Don’t talk like that! We will forge a world where laguz and beorc can live in harmony, even if I have to work until I’m as old and crusty as those senators! … Damn them! If Sephiran was there, he’d make them take me seriously, but he’s spent almost all his time since the war cooped up in his study!”

Muarim recalled what Sanaki had told them, when they had asked about Sephiran’s whereabouts; “He must still feel guilty about being deceived by Ashera into thinking the Empress had attempted to destroy the world by unleashing the Dark God.”

“Well, he can’t mope forever, there’s work to be done!” The youth glowered at nobody in particular.

The tiger, mulling it over, replied “Why don’t you talk to him about it? It might make him feel better to see a friendly face.”

“Excellent idea, Muarim! I’ll go now!”

“Right now? Little one, you should have something to eat first…” He was interrupted by the door closing, and footsteps quickly growing fainter. “Well, I suppose there’s no danger of him running out of energy…”

[Snowy_One]

Laura

Laura strode through the hallways of the Daienish castle, her staff held at ease at her side. Behind her was the doorway to the outside where, several years ago, Ike had fought his way inside to confront Ena and capture Daien from the Mad King. Despite the tragedies that had happened here though, Laura found it to be oddly peaceful and quiet. To see such a calm place was always a relaxing thing for the young priestess. But she knew this silence well. It was the same silence that Daien had had just after Micaiah had removed Begnion from its lands and the War against the Laguz had happened. Still, for now, the young priestess would take comfort...

No...

Not a priestess anymore. She softly chided herself for the error. I am no longer a member of the order. she thought to herself, holding her staff close to her side as she did so. The Holy Mother knows that trouble is brewing and that she, as a member of the church, may be forced to remain neutral or to take a side, and that is why she freed me. Because, I can't offer aid to either side if she remains neutral and... and if she is forced to side against Micaiah.

Laura shuddered at the thought before she continued on through the halls, making sure to look for any pieces of art as she did so. As she did, a certain familiar face came into view down the hall. Cautiously Laura increased her steps until, at last, she approached the person, curtseying before him as she did so.

"Hello, Pelleas." she said with a smile, trying to keep herself modest and curt as she spoke. She was sure things were about to get VERY interesting.

---

Elincia - The Skies above Castle Crimea

Freedom. Peace... Bugs in the face. As Elincia calmly flew through the clouds overhead she experienced the feeling of all three. Ever since she had first taken to the battlefield riding her pegasus she had taken to all three... not so much the latter, but the first too immensely. From high up in the sky she could see far more of her kingdom than from the ground. Up here there were no nagging politicians begging for her every attention.

She was sick of it. She had fought a war, twice, to save her nation. First from Daien, and then from the Goddess herself, and now people were mad at her because she had taken to the peace. Why couldn't there be a more lasting peace? Down in the castle below there were several politicians demanding increased spending, several messengers bringing tales of revolts stirring up in the kingdom, and to make it worse, they were revolts happening because they felt she was weak and incapable as a leader. In a few more moments the lunch recess would be over and she would need to resume listening to their complaints and jabs, but for now... The clouds were far better company.

"How does the Empress manage this?" she muttered to herself, wondering idly.

Begnion

Sanaki lay in her bed, curled up into a small ball, shivering as if with a cold. Her skin was several shades lighter than it should be and a small bucket lay beside her bed, filled with something not to be mentioned in polite company. Beside her sat several healers, their staves held at the ready, but not chanting or casting. To most people it would have seemed that Sanaki had been stricken with a strong cold, leaving her bedbound, but if that were true the staves would have long-since healed her. Instead, her illness, the sudden onslaught of a cold, was mental.

Sanaki rolled over in her bed, looking to the far wall. These past few years had been harsh years. Revolts, conquests, and Ashera turning upon the world. Lesser politicians had cracked under far less, but Sanaki had refused to yield. She was stronger than that. She was the apostle! So why was she sick in bed with a headache that felt as if Ashnard had just bashed her head in like a melon?

She was working too hard. For the past week she had only twelve hours of sleep, trying her best to keep on top of the coming revolt, trying to assure her people that she was their leader and capable as one, and trying to talk people down without having to result in turning to Sigrun for the aid of the pegasus knights... and it was costing her. Dark bags were under her eyes making her seem to be a raccoon-laguz than a beorc, her hair was wild and messy, and she felt as if she was starting to implode from the inside out. She had even resorted to using teas with Olivi Grass and thunder tomes to try and keep herself going.

And ten minutes ago she had paid the price, collapsing on the senate floor in full display of everyone. Being carried off to bed by her guards, upheaving her stomach as her body chilled. But she needed to go on. She needed to recover and get back out there, or Begnion would fall.

[Loki Laufeyson]

Mercenary Fort

He could see that Ike had been troubled but kept his thoughts to himself for the time being. Ranulf's sudden arrival had caught everyone off guard. Soren could only guess what it all meant but he had a good idea. It is about that damned letter, isn't it. It has to be. What does Goldoa want with me? He didn't like it, not one bit. Soren wanted to prod Ike about what Ranulf had said, but thought the better of it. He'll tell me in due time.... Shinon seemed annoyed, probably with the prospect of going to Gallia. Soren was never fond of Gallia himself. Too many memories...The old sage, and that day when the streets of the village was littered with corpses. Greil...Ike had said it was Greil. He would not think on that.

Soren had grabbed the rucksack he had in the corner of his room. It was time to find the answers.

Mainal Cathedral

"The Empress has taken ill, my lord. The healers say it is a simple cold but others are not so sure." The notary had said. Sephiran had seen how Sanaki collapsed during a presiding. It had worried him greatly. Had the stress of being a ruler become too much? Or was there something more sinister afoot?

"I shall go to see her," Sephiran said kindly. "She could use a friendly face."

She had forgiven him for the atrocities he committed in the name of Ashera and despair.

With that, he made his way to her chambers.

Castle Goldoa

"It's time we were off, my lady."

The young red dragon escort had helped Almedha pack her things for the journey to Gallia.

"We will be using the mountain paths. It is treacherous, my lady, but never fear!" Such a gallant young one. The boldness of the red dragons amused her. However, the sadness returned. Remembering the words of Nasir about the red dragon platoon that was dispatched to search for her becoming Feral Ones. My fault...my fault...Those brave ones and, and...Rajaion. No, no tears today, she promised herself. It was time to be strong for her brother. Time to be strong for her son.

[You Know Shinon Is God]

Daein

What was he supposed to do? If he asked Soren in the first place to take his position, people may have attacked him for being Ashnard's child, both Daein and Crimean alike. If he chose Micaiah, there was all this. If he stayed as king, he would be a false king to his people.

It was horrible... No matter what he chose to do, something would go wrong.

Pelleas' thoughts wandered to Almedha. Was she doing well? Sure, she was back in Goldoa, but she had cared so deeply for him... Had she simply forgotten him now, now that she knew who her real son was? Was he just thrown to the back burner now? He was starting to question if she would even so much as allow herself to remember him and the feelings his presense produced for her. Even though he knew what he was doing when he told her the truth - that he certainly was not her son - somehow, it saddened him. He would probably never know who his real parents were. But she was still like an adoptive mother to him, now. Couldn't he still think of her as his mother? Couldn't he and Soren be something akin to step brothers? Just... maybe?

"Hello, Pelleas."

Removed from his thoughts, his eyes focused on the girl in front of him. Laura? What was she doing here?

"Ah... It's alright, Laura. No need to treat me with pleasantries." He seemed to think about something for a moment. "Er... do you... know where Micaiah is? She doesn't seem to be in the palace. I'm thinking of searching for Sothe to see if he knows..."

Greil Mercenaries

Returning to the others, Ike noticed Soren missing. Hopefully he hadn't just heard that... He was somewhat relieved when Soren returned to the room, already prepared to leave.

"Everyone, get ready to go. We'll leave once everyone's ready." Ike ordered, grabbing the weaponry and handing it to its owner. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the scowl on Shinon's face as he handed him his bow and quiver.

"If we're going to that... place, I expect us to get paid well." The archer commented offhandedly.

[Radiant Light]

Goldoa

It seems to be one thing after another thought Kurthnaga as he sat in his room, looking at the landscape of Goldoa through the window.

He sighed as he thought of Daein, and the problems it faced. He also worried for the well being of Micaiah, who could be faced with harm by the hands of the people of Daein.

Though heavily conflicted with these issues at hand, thinking about it would get him nowhere. If I really want to help, it is crucial that he learn of

his heritage he thought.

He struggles but gets up from his seat and looks out the window. "There is no time to waste, the quicker I meet with General Ike and Soren

the better," he said aloud with determination. He turned towards the door of his room and called out to the guards. In just few seconds the guards

arrived. "Your Majesty! What is wrong?! said one guard. Kurthnaga chuckles a bit. "There is nothing wrong, I just need something to be done," said Kurthnaga.

"What is is that you desire?" asked the guard. "I would like for preparations to be made for my meeting with General Ike and Soren in Gallia, immediately if you may," he said.

"Right away your Majesty, we shall insure you are safely brought to Gallia," said the guard.

The guards left the room quickly, leaving Kurthnaga to himself. "I should tell Sister that I shall be leaving soon," he said. He slowly walked towards the door and headed towards

Almedha's room. He approached it and called for her. "Sister, may I enter?" he asked. He recieved no response. He opened the door and looked around his sister's room to see that it is empty,

Sister? Where are you? he asked himself.

[Snowy_One]

Laura - Daien

"I am sorry, but I just arrived here myself." said Laura, trying to smile and be pleasant as she gave her answer. "And I need to speak to her as well to bring her somber news. With all the recent turmoil and claims that the royalty of this land is false, the people have become divided. Recently, the Holy Mother of my abby was approached by several of those who believe that there is another rightful prince. I do not know what conversation happened between them, but the Holy Mother was pushed to take a stance of neutrality. Should this continue, she will eventually have to take a side."

Laura gave a sigh as she looked down depressed. "And that does not bode well. For any of us."

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Mia - The Mercenary Fort

"Eh? We got another job then? Down in Gallia? Well, then we can at least meet Lethe and Lyre again if we head down there. I hope they both have gotten better. Lethe let herself go last time we met and Lyre was a mewing kitten on the battlefield. I hope that they've been training ever since! Hey, boss, weren't you and Lethe friends several years ago as well?"

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Sanaki - The Royal Bedroom

As Sephiran arrived to Sanaki's room and the doors swung open, the sight of the mage empress, bedbound, with the several priests gathered around her, would have been a shocking sight. Only a short distance away were books upon books of laws and history, a small desk upon which several tomes, mostly thunder now due to the recent days, but still full of all three types of magic, sat resting upon a desk with multiple pages of text, detailing the ongoing turmoil and problems as well as her plans to resolve them, sat unattended. Several small training dummies, a few recently singed by fire mage, lay against the wall, shoved aside in favor of seating for the priests. A pair of replicas of Ragnell and Alondite hung above her bed, the actual weapons safe in the hands of their owners. Her bed was lavish, covered in fine, red, silk with golden thread woven into designs of herons and trees... offset entirely by the simple bucket of wood that had been called upon in haste beside her mouth.

"Sephiran?" she asked, her voice thin and reedy as she tilted her head up, her raccooned eyes seeming one step short of falling asleep. "Why have you come? Has the senate reconvened already? Have the dissenters given a list of demands?"

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Begnion - Outside the Palace

Almost as soon as the Empress had collapsed, word of it had hit the street. Though not even an hour had passed, soon shouts of 'The Empress has fallen!' filled the streets. Like a lit match upon a pile of hay, soon the entire city was ablaze with the news and speculation, far more of the latter than the former.

"I heard the Empress collapsed from exhaustion!"

"Sephiran poisoned her! She forgave him, like the fool of a false Empress she was, and he poisoned her!"

"A thief snuck into the palace and stabbed her in the chest! A thief who wanted her out of the way for the false empress!"

"The dragons did it! One of them snuck into the senate and transformed and gobbled her up! Goldoa must be moved!"

"She's tried to shock herself with energy one too many times and it finally have her a heart attack! She should have been drinking Red Dragon water instead!"

"I heard Sephiran was sleeping with that Daienish whore and killed Micaiah to get her power!"

"Oliver did it! He killed her and stuffed her so she could become a 'thing of beauty' in his palace!"

"THE BEASTS! THE BEASTS ARE GOING TO EAT US!"

"I heard she collapsed from working too hard. It's the fault of those who want a new empress! She's the rightful Empress!"