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1. Working Title: Dschinn (Blazing Sword; Lyn, Florina, Kent, Sain, Hausen, other people)
A/N: So, my genie story. I have only three pages until now and I honestly don't know how much I will write. I use a new type of narration (First person) and I think I can make relatively big time jumps. On the other hand, do I want that? Apart from that, it's a perspective that allows me a completely different type of narration than the third person pers. Until now it's still a bit confusing and very unfamiliar.
That particular day I was searching for a birthday present for my grandfather. I knew that he liked antique stuff; lamps, books, chests, furniture, pictures and jewellery. There were two antique shops on Evergreen Road and Florina had said that she would help me.
The store near our favourite restaurant had mostly accessories and books from Nabata and the surrounding areas. Florina and I were rummaging through the old crockery and cutlery, when something extraordinary caught Florina´s attention.
"Look at that." she said with a giggle. I happily turned from the exceptional ugly tea pot to her. She was pointing at a portrait hanging over a white tea set which didn't seem to fit with the rest of the shop. I walked over to her. "She looks like she's smelling something really bad." I giggled with Florina. The lady in the portrait was sneering at us and seemed to be disgusted with everything. I pitied the poor soul who had to put up with her every day.
"Do you think Grandfather will like her?" I asked and tried to suppress my grin. Florina only giggled more and shook her head.
"He will think you're crazy." I agreed with her and we continued our search. I wanted to find something that would fit with grandfather´s study. I was not yet sure what would fit, but I was sure that as soon as I see it, I will know.
2. Untitled, for the Mary Sue/Gary Stu challenge (Blazing Sword; Lyn´s army)
A/N: I can't say much about this one, of course. I don't want to spoil anything, so you only get a very short excerpt :P
In a certain land a certain someone was climbing up a certain mountain to get a particular view of said certain land. When he had finally reached the top, had caught his breath and looked around, this person exclaimed the very first words of this tale.
"Blargh. That's disappointing. It's so... empty!"
Down at the foot of the mountain the infinite plains of Sacae stretched out from the far east to the west. In the south one could see the majestic mountains of Northern Bern which stood proud against the sun. At the northern horizon one could discern the gentle beginnings of the forest of [].
The certain person humphed disappointed. "There're no people around. How can I now complete my task?" He made his way downwards to the western plains, muttering something in gibberish - certainly some profanities! Exactly halfway down he slipped, rolled down the hill squeaking loudly - he had made an acquaintance with a spiky thorn bush - and fell into a conveniently placed river that normally hid behind the tall grass. The river carried the now unconscious certain person with him deeper into Sacae.
3. Untitled, crossover Sacred Stones/Radiant Dawn (Main cast)
A/N: Uhm, that one... it's been lying on my hard drive for quite some time. I don't know if I'll ever continue this, but I still like it, somehow. Meh. I'm not sure. I have at least no real motivation.
Mist emerged from her tent, her staff clutched to her chest. She fell to her knees next to the stranger´s head. Ike positioned himself directly behind her, his hand on his sword hilt. Just in case something happens. She held the staff above the man´s head, closed her eyes and lowly started to chant the spell. The blue orb on the top of the stave glowed brightly and engulfed the man completely. The cuts on his arms and face were quickly healed. After maybe a minute the light disappeared and Mist lowered her wand. The mercenaries expectantly and curiously observed the still unconscious man. His eyelids fluttered slightly and he grumbled. The man lifted his left hand slowly and put it groaning on his temple. Mist backed away towards her brother. Ike cautiously watched how the man opened his eyes. Slowly blinking, the man looked around still dazed. His eyes had nearly the same colour as his hair, only a hint warmer.
"Prinzessin?" he asked confused.
"What?" Boyd asked back. At his question the man frowned and blinked the remaining sleep from his eyes. Then he took a real look around. The mercenaries gazed back curiously, Soren distrustful and maybe even hostile. The man´s eyes widened, an expression of utter confusion entered his face and he sprang to his feet. Alarmed the mercenaries reached for their weapons, not yet drawing them. The redhead looked around slightly panicked but still strangely collected.
"Wo bin ich? Wo ist Prinzessin Eirika? Und was ist mit dem Dämonenkönig?" The mercenaries stared at him unbelieving. They had never heard a language like that. It was nothing like the smooth, song-like language Princess Leanne still spoke; it was too rough and choppy. But it still had its own melody, even if it sounded strange to their ears. Now the man turned to the mercenaries. "Und wer seid ihr? Habt ihr mich hierher gebracht?" His hand inched towards the place where his sword had been. With a growl he detected that his weapon was missing.
4. Working Title: False Marriage (RD, Geoffrey, Elincia, Ike)
A/N: It's basically a story about a semi-forced marriage between Ike and Elincia, even though Geoffrey and Elincia love each other. Because of the pressure Renning and the other lords impose on Elincia, she accepts Ike. But since she and Geoffrey can't stop loving each other, they somehow start an affair, even though both know that it's wrong and both think they should stop. But they can't and in the end they have a child and stuff.... Back then I let it end positiv in my head. But with my mindset at the moment it would probably end in a tragedy. Which is also more logical than a happy end. Elincia after all cheated on her husband. Ah, I don't know. I'm not so motivated to finish this one anyway.
5. Working Title: Valter (Sacred Stones; Valter, Duessel)
A/N: I suddenly got a strange inspiration to write how Valter touched Duessel´s cursed lance. Why did that sound so dirty in my mind? I don't really want to write it anymore. I can't even remember how the whole thing should end. Not that I have written that much anyway.
There was a strange silence hovering over the camp, only interrupted by two voices. The soldiers were restless and uncomfortable with their quarrelling leaders. Their mission was a tricky one; they had to overpower the enemy quickly before he notices that they are vastly outnumbered.
"Are they still at it?" a young lance fighter asked when he sat down next to his companion. The other man shrugged and continued to poke the fire in front of him.
"Aye, they never agree on anythin´." a knight said from across the fire and stop polishing his lance. "General Duessel doesn´ like that younglin´s attitude." Before the young soldier could answer, someone interrupted him.
"Stop talking nonsense, old man." a man with sharp features snapped. His wyvern appeared behind him and growled at the other soldiers. "General Valter is not some youngling. And could you finally learn to speak like a normal person?"
"Hey, you hav´ no say in my talkin´." the knight shot back and glared at the younger man.
"You sound like an imbecilic idiot." the wyvern knight retorted. They continued to quarrel until the man with the stick got fed up.
6. Working Title: The Game (Sacred Stones; Lyon-centric)
A/N: That was my first try for one of the fe challenges. I can remember which one though.... I think in the end I didn't submit anything, but I could be wrong. Anyway, inspired was the whole thing by Goethe´s Faust. I just liked the idea that the goddess and Formotiis made a bet about Lyon´s soul. If he stays pure at heart even though Formotiis tries to seduce him to do evil things, then the Goddess wins and Formotiis gets a serious ass-kicking. Or something. I also tried to imitated the style of the Middle High German Arthurian novels, but I completely failed. So unawesome.
"A pure heart will waver
in the clutches of darkness
but never be defeated."
A truer word never existed for this tale will prove it. A tale so sad and dark that not even the most cold-hearted men can not be touched by its course. It is the tale of a young man, used by the Gods for their play, so unfair as it's cruel.
"My sister", said he, "how fare you?" The Goddess in all her beauty, that my incompetent skills could never describe without insulting her and myself, turned to this unwanted guest.
Her answer I do not know and could never express it with mere words.
The evil laughed and answered this: "My sister, why so cold? I took the pains to visit you and you disregard me without a second glance. Where is your grace and goodness?"
The souls of mankind and her servants cried out in anger and cursed this knave for his insolence. The Evil basked in the chaos and felt like home until the Goddess lifted her hand and every thing went still.
What she said, I do not know, but we can guess and that will do: "What do you want, my brother, here?"
The evil laughed and bowed. "Boredom, my sister, is at fault. Therefore, a game I decided to play. A game so amusing and worth while that you should join me, at my plead."
"A game, you say." the Goddess said. "I know your mind and am afraid that this will cause much pain and grief."
The evil raised his arm and an image appeared of a young child not two years old.
"This boy has one great soul but I will bet that he will fall in my clutches and be the slayer of mankind."
The spirits bristled with anger and beseeched the Goddess to stop the knave. With one godly word the spirits fell silent.
"My brother, you are in the wrong. 'Tis a noble soul. He will not fall, I can see it all. Your plan will not succeed."
The evil laughed and the image dispersed.
"Then accept the bet. You have nothing to lose. But if I shall win, the soul is mine." He raised his hand and waited for her word.
The spirits raged and cursed him with every word. The Goddess however nodded and took the hand.
"The boy will falter and fail, but in the end his soul shall prevail."
7. Working Title: Stone trap (Sacred Stones; Mainly Eirika and Ephraim, Seth)
A/N: That's one of my other ghost stories. This time Seth's the ghost. It's pretty sad, to be honest. It doesn't have the humour that the Makalov story had. Maybe I should finish this one. I like it. But writing Eirika is suddenly so haaaard. Not fair.
Just like every day the Knights of Renais were training; the senior knights in full armour, their squires in light armour and some pages were standing at the side lines with tankards of water next to them. The chatter of the pages and the clanking of the armour filled Eirika´s ears and for a few seconds she was distracted.
Suddenly she squeezed her eyes shut and stiffened. Her fingers clawed slightly into the balustrade and her chest heaved quickly. After a minute she opened her eyes once again and she relaxed. No trace from this strange episode remained. Maybe only her abrupt turn and brisk walk towards her seat was any indication of her worsened mood. She sat down and tried to resume a dignified air around her. She was a princess and had to act and look accordingly. But she avoided to look in the direction of the courtyard now and tried to block out the noise of the knights.
It reminded her of him. She had always watched him from this balcony, from the very same spot she just had been standing. Most of the time he hadn't noticed her because he had to concentrate on his charge. Sometimes though he had looked up, bowed and returned to his task. Eirika had always been giggly and most happy when he noticed her.
But now he would never notice her again. He had disappeared and--
Eirika shook her head, biting on her lip and squeezing her eyes shut. Her eyes had watered and were stinging, but she would not cry. She had sworn to act like a princess and crying for no apparent reason was certainly not something princesses did. Besides, there was no good reason to cry; it was not like it was her doing any good.
8. Title: An unexpected friend (Sacred Stones; Seth, L'Arachel, other people from Renais. Seth/Eirika and Ephraim/L'Arachel (probably))
A/N: This one is pretty old too. But I do like the idea. It's basically a friendship fic about Seth and L'Arachel. Sounds strange, is strange. But I still do like it. At least until the scene between Seth and Eirika, where he explains himself. It sucks. I'm not sure how to change that, therefore it still sucks. Okay, at some points it has some illogical tiny wholes, but still! And I have honestly NO IDEA how to end things between Ephraim and L'Arachel. Should he return her feelings or not? Oh, I don't knooooow.
Wait, I should probably tell what the fic is about :P Basically, there's a ball at Renais and Seth didn't have the guts to ask Eirika to accompany him. Therefore Eirika accepts Innes´ invitation. Seth wanted to attend the ball on his own. But then suddenly L'Arachel stands in front of him and demands that he will be her escort. The reason is that L'Arachel had wanted Ephraim to ask her, but he chose Tana. Now she has no escort and doesn't want to go with some noble. Seth accepts in the end. The rest you can probably imagine :D
L'Arachel flung the door open and stepped into her room, Seth a bit reluctantly following. It was not entirely proper to be in the private room of a young lady.
"Princess L'Arachel, how can I be of assistance?" he asked after he had closed the door gently. L'Arachel turned to him with a frown and an angry gaze. Seth was a bit taken aback. Had he done something to anger her?
"General Seth, I order you to accompany me to the ball tomorrow night." Seth blinked speechlessly. His ears surely had betrayed him. Why would she, the Princess of Rausten who barely knew him, want to go to the ball with him? "What are you gaping like that? You should feel honoured to be asked by the beautiful Princess of peerless beauty."
"I am sorry, Princess L'Arachel." Seth quickly apologized after snapping to his senses. "I didn't want to insult you. I'm just surprised by your proposal. This is of course a great honour but I'm just wondering why you are asking me to be your escort. There are surely men worthier than I." Which was the exact reason why he couldn't ask Princess Eirika.
"Why would you want to know that? Isn't it enough that I, the fair Princess of Rausten, bestow this honour upon you?" Seth was slightly speechless. L'Arachel knitted her brows and looked slightly to the side. "It's not like no other man asked me to accompany him. There are plenty of young nobles who want to adorn themselves with such a beauty as I. But those men are not worthy of my presence so I had to refuse them." She turned around and walked stiffly to the next window. Seth followed her with his gaze, still not knowing what to think. It was sometimes hard to follow her logic. Her back was facing him, her shoulders were stiff and her head was held high.
So much stuff :P Who knows if I'll ever them. I can only hope.
Now, for a second, for something completely different:
I LOVE YOU, CEDRIC 8D You're awesome! I love how you just bore the insults with dignity and then went "In your face!" to Prince John. I love you. Though it was not nice what you did to Wilfrid. Bad daddy! Nonetheless, don't stop being awesome~
1. Working Title: Dschinn (Blazing Sword; Lyn, Florina, Kent, Sain, Hausen, other people)
A/N: So, my genie story. I have only three pages until now and I honestly don't know how much I will write. I use a new type of narration (First person) and I think I can make relatively big time jumps. On the other hand, do I want that? Apart from that, it's a perspective that allows me a completely different type of narration than the third person pers. Until now it's still a bit confusing and very unfamiliar.
That particular day I was searching for a birthday present for my grandfather. I knew that he liked antique stuff; lamps, books, chests, furniture, pictures and jewellery. There were two antique shops on Evergreen Road and Florina had said that she would help me.
The store near our favourite restaurant had mostly accessories and books from Nabata and the surrounding areas. Florina and I were rummaging through the old crockery and cutlery, when something extraordinary caught Florina´s attention.
"Look at that." she said with a giggle. I happily turned from the exceptional ugly tea pot to her. She was pointing at a portrait hanging over a white tea set which didn't seem to fit with the rest of the shop. I walked over to her. "She looks like she's smelling something really bad." I giggled with Florina. The lady in the portrait was sneering at us and seemed to be disgusted with everything. I pitied the poor soul who had to put up with her every day.
"Do you think Grandfather will like her?" I asked and tried to suppress my grin. Florina only giggled more and shook her head.
"He will think you're crazy." I agreed with her and we continued our search. I wanted to find something that would fit with grandfather´s study. I was not yet sure what would fit, but I was sure that as soon as I see it, I will know.
2. Untitled, for the Mary Sue/Gary Stu challenge (Blazing Sword; Lyn´s army)
A/N: I can't say much about this one, of course. I don't want to spoil anything, so you only get a very short excerpt :P
In a certain land a certain someone was climbing up a certain mountain to get a particular view of said certain land. When he had finally reached the top, had caught his breath and looked around, this person exclaimed the very first words of this tale.
"Blargh. That's disappointing. It's so... empty!"
Down at the foot of the mountain the infinite plains of Sacae stretched out from the far east to the west. In the south one could see the majestic mountains of Northern Bern which stood proud against the sun. At the northern horizon one could discern the gentle beginnings of the forest of [].
The certain person humphed disappointed. "There're no people around. How can I now complete my task?" He made his way downwards to the western plains, muttering something in gibberish - certainly some profanities! Exactly halfway down he slipped, rolled down the hill squeaking loudly - he had made an acquaintance with a spiky thorn bush - and fell into a conveniently placed river that normally hid behind the tall grass. The river carried the now unconscious certain person with him deeper into Sacae.
3. Untitled, crossover Sacred Stones/Radiant Dawn (Main cast)
A/N: Uhm, that one... it's been lying on my hard drive for quite some time. I don't know if I'll ever continue this, but I still like it, somehow. Meh. I'm not sure. I have at least no real motivation.
Mist emerged from her tent, her staff clutched to her chest. She fell to her knees next to the stranger´s head. Ike positioned himself directly behind her, his hand on his sword hilt. Just in case something happens. She held the staff above the man´s head, closed her eyes and lowly started to chant the spell. The blue orb on the top of the stave glowed brightly and engulfed the man completely. The cuts on his arms and face were quickly healed. After maybe a minute the light disappeared and Mist lowered her wand. The mercenaries expectantly and curiously observed the still unconscious man. His eyelids fluttered slightly and he grumbled. The man lifted his left hand slowly and put it groaning on his temple. Mist backed away towards her brother. Ike cautiously watched how the man opened his eyes. Slowly blinking, the man looked around still dazed. His eyes had nearly the same colour as his hair, only a hint warmer.
"Prinzessin?" he asked confused.
"What?" Boyd asked back. At his question the man frowned and blinked the remaining sleep from his eyes. Then he took a real look around. The mercenaries gazed back curiously, Soren distrustful and maybe even hostile. The man´s eyes widened, an expression of utter confusion entered his face and he sprang to his feet. Alarmed the mercenaries reached for their weapons, not yet drawing them. The redhead looked around slightly panicked but still strangely collected.
"Wo bin ich? Wo ist Prinzessin Eirika? Und was ist mit dem Dämonenkönig?" The mercenaries stared at him unbelieving. They had never heard a language like that. It was nothing like the smooth, song-like language Princess Leanne still spoke; it was too rough and choppy. But it still had its own melody, even if it sounded strange to their ears. Now the man turned to the mercenaries. "Und wer seid ihr? Habt ihr mich hierher gebracht?" His hand inched towards the place where his sword had been. With a growl he detected that his weapon was missing.
4. Working Title: False Marriage (RD, Geoffrey, Elincia, Ike)
A/N: It's basically a story about a semi-forced marriage between Ike and Elincia, even though Geoffrey and Elincia love each other. Because of the pressure Renning and the other lords impose on Elincia, she accepts Ike. But since she and Geoffrey can't stop loving each other, they somehow start an affair, even though both know that it's wrong and both think they should stop. But they can't and in the end they have a child and stuff.... Back then I let it end positiv in my head. But with my mindset at the moment it would probably end in a tragedy. Which is also more logical than a happy end. Elincia after all cheated on her husband. Ah, I don't know. I'm not so motivated to finish this one anyway.
Some time during her thinking the music stopped and Ike guided her off the dance floor. He pecked her on the cheek, mumbled something about getting something to eat and left her. Elincia turned away from the celebrating crowd and walked over to the big balcony on the other side of the grand ball room. The cold air hit her face unexpected and she gulped it down hungrily. Shakily she walked over to the balustrade, leaned on it and tried to calm down. After a few minutes the unnatural tranquillity she had earned over the last few weeks of wedding preparations returned to her. Then she heard heavy boots on the stone floor.
"Queen Elincia?" a seemingly cold voice asked. But to Elincia, it held the warmth of the whole world. She turned around. Her ever vigilant knight stood behind her, concerned and depressed. Slowly and hesitantly he walked towards her. She wanted to fling her arms around him, press herself against him and kiss him senseless. But she didn't. She just stood there and suppressed her tears.
"Geoffrey..." She quickly closed her eyes and turned to the garden below the balcony again. "What are you doing here?" She heard how Geoffrey stepped closer. He put his hands on the railing next to her. Elincia detected that he wore white gloves, matching his white and silver tunic and pants.
"I saw you leaving. I was worried." His voice was strained and unsteady, though he tried to hide it.
"I'm sorry." she whispered. "I just needed some air. And I wanted some time alone."
"... Do you want me to leave?" He didn't want to leave, she could hear it.
"No. Please stay." Blindly she reached out and grabbed his sleeve. She could feel how he stepped a bit closer. "Please stay with me."
5. Working Title: Valter (Sacred Stones; Valter, Duessel)
A/N: I suddenly got a strange inspiration to write how Valter touched Duessel´s cursed lance. Why did that sound so dirty in my mind? I don't really want to write it anymore. I can't even remember how the whole thing should end. Not that I have written that much anyway.
There was a strange silence hovering over the camp, only interrupted by two voices. The soldiers were restless and uncomfortable with their quarrelling leaders. Their mission was a tricky one; they had to overpower the enemy quickly before he notices that they are vastly outnumbered.
"Are they still at it?" a young lance fighter asked when he sat down next to his companion. The other man shrugged and continued to poke the fire in front of him.
"Aye, they never agree on anythin´." a knight said from across the fire and stop polishing his lance. "General Duessel doesn´ like that younglin´s attitude." Before the young soldier could answer, someone interrupted him.
"Stop talking nonsense, old man." a man with sharp features snapped. His wyvern appeared behind him and growled at the other soldiers. "General Valter is not some youngling. And could you finally learn to speak like a normal person?"
"Hey, you hav´ no say in my talkin´." the knight shot back and glared at the younger man.
"You sound like an imbecilic idiot." the wyvern knight retorted. They continued to quarrel until the man with the stick got fed up.
6. Working Title: The Game (Sacred Stones; Lyon-centric)
A/N: That was my first try for one of the fe challenges. I can remember which one though.... I think in the end I didn't submit anything, but I could be wrong. Anyway, inspired was the whole thing by Goethe´s Faust. I just liked the idea that the goddess and Formotiis made a bet about Lyon´s soul. If he stays pure at heart even though Formotiis tries to seduce him to do evil things, then the Goddess wins and Formotiis gets a serious ass-kicking. Or something. I also tried to imitated the style of the Middle High German Arthurian novels, but I completely failed. So unawesome.
"A pure heart will waver
in the clutches of darkness
but never be defeated."
A truer word never existed for this tale will prove it. A tale so sad and dark that not even the most cold-hearted men can not be touched by its course. It is the tale of a young man, used by the Gods for their play, so unfair as it's cruel.
How, you ask, do I know about the events that pain every soul? Let me tell you, my source is precise! A man not far from here, of the utmost wisdom and learning, is the descendant of a hero well-known. On his honour he swore that this tale is true. Now let off, stop your doubting! This young man deserves your pity, not your condemnation.
"My sister", said he, "how fare you?" The Goddess in all her beauty, that my incompetent skills could never describe without insulting her and myself, turned to this unwanted guest.
Her answer I do not know and could never express it with mere words.
The evil laughed and answered this: "My sister, why so cold? I took the pains to visit you and you disregard me without a second glance. Where is your grace and goodness?"
The souls of mankind and her servants cried out in anger and cursed this knave for his insolence. The Evil basked in the chaos and felt like home until the Goddess lifted her hand and every thing went still.
What she said, I do not know, but we can guess and that will do: "What do you want, my brother, here?"
The evil laughed and bowed. "Boredom, my sister, is at fault. Therefore, a game I decided to play. A game so amusing and worth while that you should join me, at my plead."
"A game, you say." the Goddess said. "I know your mind and am afraid that this will cause much pain and grief."
The evil raised his arm and an image appeared of a young child not two years old.
"This boy has one great soul but I will bet that he will fall in my clutches and be the slayer of mankind."
The spirits bristled with anger and beseeched the Goddess to stop the knave. With one godly word the spirits fell silent.
"My brother, you are in the wrong. 'Tis a noble soul. He will not fall, I can see it all. Your plan will not succeed."
The evil laughed and the image dispersed.
"Then accept the bet. You have nothing to lose. But if I shall win, the soul is mine." He raised his hand and waited for her word.
The spirits raged and cursed him with every word. The Goddess however nodded and took the hand.
"The boy will falter and fail, but in the end his soul shall prevail."
7. Working Title: Stone trap (Sacred Stones; Mainly Eirika and Ephraim, Seth)
A/N: That's one of my other ghost stories. This time Seth's the ghost. It's pretty sad, to be honest. It doesn't have the humour that the Makalov story had. Maybe I should finish this one. I like it. But writing Eirika is suddenly so haaaard. Not fair.
Just like every day the Knights of Renais were training; the senior knights in full armour, their squires in light armour and some pages were standing at the side lines with tankards of water next to them. The chatter of the pages and the clanking of the armour filled Eirika´s ears and for a few seconds she was distracted.
Suddenly she squeezed her eyes shut and stiffened. Her fingers clawed slightly into the balustrade and her chest heaved quickly. After a minute she opened her eyes once again and she relaxed. No trace from this strange episode remained. Maybe only her abrupt turn and brisk walk towards her seat was any indication of her worsened mood. She sat down and tried to resume a dignified air around her. She was a princess and had to act and look accordingly. But she avoided to look in the direction of the courtyard now and tried to block out the noise of the knights.
It reminded her of him. She had always watched him from this balcony, from the very same spot she just had been standing. Most of the time he hadn't noticed her because he had to concentrate on his charge. Sometimes though he had looked up, bowed and returned to his task. Eirika had always been giggly and most happy when he noticed her.
But now he would never notice her again. He had disappeared and--
Eirika shook her head, biting on her lip and squeezing her eyes shut. Her eyes had watered and were stinging, but she would not cry. She had sworn to act like a princess and crying for no apparent reason was certainly not something princesses did. Besides, there was no good reason to cry; it was not like it was her doing any good.
8. Title: An unexpected friend (Sacred Stones; Seth, L'Arachel, other people from Renais. Seth/Eirika and Ephraim/L'Arachel (probably))
A/N: This one is pretty old too. But I do like the idea. It's basically a friendship fic about Seth and L'Arachel. Sounds strange, is strange. But I still do like it. At least until the scene between Seth and Eirika, where he explains himself. It sucks. I'm not sure how to change that, therefore it still sucks. Okay, at some points it has some illogical tiny wholes, but still! And I have honestly NO IDEA how to end things between Ephraim and L'Arachel. Should he return her feelings or not? Oh, I don't knooooow.
Wait, I should probably tell what the fic is about :P Basically, there's a ball at Renais and Seth didn't have the guts to ask Eirika to accompany him. Therefore Eirika accepts Innes´ invitation. Seth wanted to attend the ball on his own. But then suddenly L'Arachel stands in front of him and demands that he will be her escort. The reason is that L'Arachel had wanted Ephraim to ask her, but he chose Tana. Now she has no escort and doesn't want to go with some noble. Seth accepts in the end. The rest you can probably imagine :D
L'Arachel flung the door open and stepped into her room, Seth a bit reluctantly following. It was not entirely proper to be in the private room of a young lady.
"Princess L'Arachel, how can I be of assistance?" he asked after he had closed the door gently. L'Arachel turned to him with a frown and an angry gaze. Seth was a bit taken aback. Had he done something to anger her?
"General Seth, I order you to accompany me to the ball tomorrow night." Seth blinked speechlessly. His ears surely had betrayed him. Why would she, the Princess of Rausten who barely knew him, want to go to the ball with him? "What are you gaping like that? You should feel honoured to be asked by the beautiful Princess of peerless beauty."
"I am sorry, Princess L'Arachel." Seth quickly apologized after snapping to his senses. "I didn't want to insult you. I'm just surprised by your proposal. This is of course a great honour but I'm just wondering why you are asking me to be your escort. There are surely men worthier than I." Which was the exact reason why he couldn't ask Princess Eirika.
"Why would you want to know that? Isn't it enough that I, the fair Princess of Rausten, bestow this honour upon you?" Seth was slightly speechless. L'Arachel knitted her brows and looked slightly to the side. "It's not like no other man asked me to accompany him. There are plenty of young nobles who want to adorn themselves with such a beauty as I. But those men are not worthy of my presence so I had to refuse them." She turned around and walked stiffly to the next window. Seth followed her with his gaze, still not knowing what to think. It was sometimes hard to follow her logic. Her back was facing him, her shoulders were stiff and her head was held high.
So much stuff :P Who knows if I'll ever them. I can only hope.
Now, for a second, for something completely different:
I LOVE YOU, CEDRIC 8D You're awesome! I love how you just bore the insults with dignity and then went "In your face!" to Prince John. I love you. Though it was not nice what you did to Wilfrid. Bad daddy! Nonetheless, don't stop being awesome~
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25/9/10 19:31 (UTC)Also, funny about your Ike/Elincia/Geoffrey 'fic, because my Kent/Lyn/Erik one is the same way...except (ahaha) originally I was going to make it a tragedy! But now I've managed a happier ending. =P In my head.