From Mortal to Divinity (SI/CYOA Jumpchain)

Eclipse Gate
Mercurius, Crocus

Kingdom of Fiore

X777


Crocus, also known as the Flower Blooming Capital, is the capital of the Kingdom of Fiore. Crocus resides in a vast valley surrounded by rocky mountains of small-to-mid height. The valley houses mostly mildly prominent hills, and has a small river not far from it, with some isles in its largest part, flowing in a similarly small gorge, which has woodland on both of its sides, occupying the western zone of the valley.

Being the capital of the Kingdom, Crocus is by far the largest town of Fiore, with a vast amount of buildings in a circular formation as far as the eye can see, with the right part of the town being placed on the edge of a small crag; such part seems to be surrounded by walls topping the crag itself.

The most distinctive trait of the town, giving it its epithet of Flower Blooming Capital, is the limitless amount of flowers adorning the streets, with flowerbeds being placed everywhere, and garlands of flowers appearing as one of the town's most prominent souvenirs. The buildings, possessing bright facades and towers with extremely pointed tiled roof jutting upwards, are lined up the stone street's sides, some of which are pretty basic, while other, more elaborated ones consist of very large, circular mosaics made of wide, flat stones, which bear floral and natural motifs in their center; chess-like pattern are also used, flanking simpler, stone sections of the streets.

In the central part of the town lies a large, round lake; in its center, linked to the surroundings by a pair of bridges, sits Mercurius, the King of Fiore's palace.

Mercurius is an extremely large and tall building, appearing as one of the most visible elements in the valley where Crocus is located, and towering over all of the city's other buildings. As evident of its role as the King's residence, Mercurius is a very intricately decorated and designed castle. The place appears to consist of a number of different, yet uniform buildings fused together, with some sections protruding outwards and assuming particular forms, and the walls being mainly adorned by orders of large, rectangular windows lined up and flanked by protruding pillars.

Its main entrance seems to be a mildly small door topped by a very high decorative arc, which gets pointed near its top, and has its central part adorned by a large, round flower window. To its left is a section keeping its height, topped by another going up high, which possesses a pitched roof, and behind which appears to be a structure reminiscent of ancient Greek and Roman temples, being highly similar to the real Parthenon, near which, to its upper right, sits a part ending in a small dome, topped by a prominent spire; two towers, possessing approximately the same height as the spire, are located on the back and right parts of the building.

To the entrance's right, several meters away from it, the building takes on an arched form, with such part being reminiscent of a cylinder partially fused with the structure, soared above by a mildly small spire, almost placed in the back part of the building. Topping the entire castle is a high, round tower, with its lower part, much more massive than the one above it, being adorned by elongated windows and ending in a dome, from which the thinner, top part appears and goes up several meters before ending in a pointed tiled roof.

Mercurius is surrounded by a lush garden, which, much like the rest of the city, is adorned by a large amount of flowers, possessing flowerbeds and, in addition, artistically arranged plants and small, tidy hedges, which have square, hollow spaces on their edges, housing ornately decorated streetlamps, with wavy poles ending in large orbs, with circular objects surrounding them, seemingly floating. The streets there are adorned by mosaics, which consist of a variety of small, flat rectangular stones arranged to resemble semicircles. In front of the palace sits a fountain, surrounded by a ground-level, round and shallow pool; water jets jut upwards from both the fountain and the pool, with the former also housing some plants, or possibly statues of plants, on its base.

Inside a cavern in Mercurius, a magic item called the Eclipse Gate can be found. The Eclipse Gate has a large door with an elaborate design. At the center of the door is a sun with a darkened moon below it. The lower section of the door from the sun past the moon is dark blue with golden lines, the upper section is green and split into twelve segments. Around the sun are several circles, the innermost one connecting the moon and twelve holes, one in each segment. A set of steps leads up to the door and two pillars stand on either side of the door with an arch connecting them. Atop the arch is an emblem consisting of an eclipsed sun. On either side of the Gate is an additional support, fashioned in the shape of a leg. It is made from a super strong, Magic-resistant metal known as Maginium.

The Gate is a magical time that allows whoever activates it to travel to any point in time in which the Gate exists, as such it requires a large amount of Magic to use and will absorb any Magic used within its immediate vicinity. However, the Magic-draining feature of the Gate ceases to function when it is open and it can store levels of Magic rivaling those of Etherion, the Magic Council's most powerful weapon. To open the Gater, it must either be a lunar or solar eclipse, and the twelve Zodiac Keys are required. If a key is missing, the life force of a Celestial Spirit Mage, a user of Zodiac Keys, can be used as a substitute.

Standing in front of the door of the Eclipse Gate are two figures that seem to be waiting for something. The first figure is none other than the King of Fiore, Toma E. Fiore. He is a short man with gray hair who wears striped overalls, held up by a belt at the waist, under a burgundy cape.

The second figure is quite different from King Fiore in multiple aspects. She is a beautiful young woman with soft brown eyes along with long blonde hair, which she wears in a bun along with a lacy baby pink band with ruffles on its edges which rests on her hair with her flicks and strands of hair framing her face. She possesses a voluptuous figure that is further accented by her beautiful pink and white dress, and in her hands she holds a set of eleven golden keys, the twelve Zodiac Keys. Her name is Layla Heartfilia, a powerful celestial spirit mage, a wealthy merchant, and the mother of one of the main characters in the original story, Lucy Heartfilia.

After waiting for a few more minutes in silence, Layla closes her eyes and focuses her magic power. In response, the eleven Zodiac Keys in her hands slowly float into the air before shooting into eleven of the twelve holes that can be found in the segments. Following this a burst of white light emerges from the Gate as it slowly opens, causing Layla and Toma to avert their eyes. As the doors continue to open, the while light diminishes enough for the two to see what is happening, and five bright lights shoot out from the Gate and fly out of the cavern through its ceiling. When the doors finally open as wide as they possibly can, a figure can be seen walking out of it.

For generations my royal family has watched this gate. Finally someone arrives to open it, and now someone else has come through the gate!" exclaims Toma even as an exhausted Layla breathes a sigh of relief at her success.

As the figure fully walks out of the gate, her features can finally be seen completely. She is a young woman with a shapely hourglass figure with her lengthy blond hair tied back in a ponytail and has side-swept bangs in front, with two strands of hair draped down the sides of her head. She is dressed in an elegant blue and white keyhole blouse and a long dress. Other than clothing and hair style, she looks identical to Layla, enough that one may confuse her for Layla's twin sister.

"Wh-What year is it?" asks the young woman as she approaches Layla.

"777." answers Layla.

"Four hundred years in the future… it worked." happily mutters the woman before she alarmingly looks behind her. "The children! Five children should've come through with me!" exclaims the time traveler.

"I'm not sure if they were children, but several lights flew outside when the gate opened." replies Toma. "See? They shot through the ceiling." he comments as he points to the ceiling of the cavern where five holes can be found.

With horror in her eyes the young woman follows Toma's line of sight and sees that he is in fact telling the truth, causing her to begin to despair. Before her feelings of dread can fully envelop her, the gate slams shut while the keys fly from the compartments towards the cavern's entrance, and a pair of red beams collide with the Gate and completely incenerrates it.

"Tch. Eclipse Gate, I forgot that this thing existed." says an annoyed masculine voice.

Alarmed by the intruder, Toma, the young woman, and Layla turn to the cavern's entrance where the owner of the voice approaches them. When the man is finally close enough for the trio to properly make out his feature, Toma and Layla easily recognise him as none other than Ambrosius, also known as Mars, Fairy Tail's God of War.

"Ambrosius! What are you doing here?!" questions Toma.

"I came here to see who was messing with time travel. Imagine my surprise when I stumble upon a magic item I forgot existed, and five kids blasting their way out of the capital." answers Ambrosius as he points to the five sleeping children levitating in the air behind them.

"The children!" happily exclaims the time traveler as she rushes towards them. "Thank you so much for saving them!" gratefully says the young woman as she takes them all in her embrace.

"How did you know about the Gate's opening?" asks Layla.

"Time is my domain. I know when someone is messing around with it." he simply answers.

"But did you have to destroy the Gate?" wonders Toma as he mournfully looks at the ashes, the only remain of the Eclipse Gate.

"Time travel is a dangerous thing after all. Should someone nefariously use it the results could be catastrophic, and that's without even mentioning the possible paradoxes." explains Ambrosius. Had this been anyone else, Toma would have had them arrested at the least for not only trespassing, but also for the destruction of the Gate. However, the past year has cemented Ambrosius and his family's position as one of the wisest and most powerful mages to ever exist on Earthland. It had simply started with his and his family's fame being spread by Sorcerer Magazine, then he had become a valuable asset to the country when a report from the Rune Knights had reached Toma informing him of Ambrosius' findings in his mission to Freesia Town. Afterwards the Malphas family had further spread their name by having a one hundred percent success rate no matter the mission.

However, none of these are truly what cemented his position as a more respected figure than most of the Ten Wizard Saints, the ten most powerful mages in all of Ishgar. What truly cemented his position is none other than his daughter Mordred, the new Knight King, leader of the Rune Knights and also known as the Knight Commandant. Despite only being a Rune Knight for two years, Mordred has accomplished more in those two years than any other Rune Knights in history. Not only has she almost captured every single Dark Guild, never failed a mission, but she has also stopped all of the Alvarez Empire's attempts at sabotaging Fiore so far, and even now is in the process of turning the Rune Knights into a respectable military and law enforcement organisation with the help of her second in command, Arturia.

Yet even with all of those accomplishments Mordred holds a certain amount of respect for Ambrosius that goes far beyond the respect that the Magic Council or even Toma receive from her. In fact, as far as the Magic Council and Toma can tell, the only people who even come close to being respected that much by her are Arturia and her mother, Morgan. It makes Toma wonder what puts those three above him, a literal King, and the Magic Council in Mordred's eyes.

"Toma, you're spacing out." calls out Ambrosius, shaking Toma free from his thoughts.

"My apologies. What were we discussing?" asks the King of Fiore.

"I believe that our time traveler is about to explain herself." says Ambrosius as he looks at the young woman who is slowly putting the children down on the floor.

"My name is Anna Heartfilia, and I come from four hundred years in the past." introduces the young woman.

"So the Gate really did 'connect time' after all." whispers Layla loud enough for everyone to hear her in the quiet cavern.

"Thank you for opening it. You have my gratitude." says Anna with a smile on her face.

"'To the one of a grand era, rich in magic. When the sun and moon cross, use the twelve keys to open the gate'" quotes Layla as she summons a book from her requip space. "I was a bit skeptical, but this book has been passed down by my mother, her mother, and many generations before them." she tells them as she shows them a green book filled with bookmarks.

"I'm the one who wrote it." proudly responds Anna.

"You wrote it, but she failed to follow your instructions. At least not to the letter." says Ambrosius as he shows them the eleven Zodiac Keys as opposed to twelve. "Opening the Gate without all twelve keys would normally result in the user's death." claims Ambrosius.

"Normally?" questions Toma.

"Yes, normally." answers Ambrosius as he points the palm of his free hand towards her she is enveloped in a silver light that quickly disappears.

"Wh-What did you do?" wonders Layla as she feels her body return to its healthy state prior to opening the Gate.

"I reversed your body's condition to before you opened the Gate." answers Ambrosius.

"So Anna, why did you write the book to come to this era?" asks Toma.

"To defeat humanity's greatest threat, Acnologia." answer Anna with a fire of determination in her eyes.

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AN:
I think I finally understand what you guys meant by the pacing can be a bit too fast. While writing this chapter I realised that there were some parts I could have made into chapters as opposed to just mentioning them (like Mordred and Arturia in the Rune Knights for example).
 
July 7, 777
Mercurius, Crocus

Kingdom of Fiore

X777


Silence fills the cavern as Layla and Toma process the absurdity of Anna's statement while Ambrosius merely raises an eyebrow. While Ambrosius certainly remembers who Acnologia is along with the general plan to bring the dragon slayers to a time rich with magic to allow them to be powerful enough to fight Acnologia, he didn't really give it much thought throughout his time on Earthland. From what he can tell, Acnologia hasn't been cited by anyone yet.

"How exactly do you plan on achieving that?" asks Ambrosius.

"I'll train the children until they're ready to face him." answers Anna.

"Did you take into account that in four hundred years Acnologia will have grown much more powerful, especially since he will also benefit from the rich ethernano like the children?" questions Ambrosius.

"I did, but I have to try. They're the world's only chance at stopping Acnologia." replies Anna with conviction.

"Can't you beat Acnologia?" questions Toma as he looks worriedly towards Ambrosius. "You beat Gildarts easily, so Acnologia shouldn't be far off right?" he once again asks, prompting Layla and Anna to look at him, interesting in his answer. From what they have seen, Ambrosius seems to be the type of person that is confident in his own power while also being honest with how much he can do.

"If that stupid lizard would just show himself I would have already killed him myself." answers Ambrosius with a shrug.

"Surely that's an exaggeration." says Anna with a frown. She's seen what Acnologia is capable of, and while she doesn't want to doubt Ambrosius, she doesn't think that anyone would ever be powerful enough to nonchalantly kill Acnologia. Even the dragon slayers that she is putting her faith in will face immense difficulties with facing Acnologia.

"You're right." agrees Ambrosius with a nod, prompting her to quietly sigh in relief at his ability to face reality. "I wouldn't be able to kill Acnologia, at least not before my daughter gets to him herself." he says, shocking her and the others.

Before they can regain their bearings, the voice of a child can be heard coming from the cavern's entrance along with three sets of footsteps.

"Are you sure that he's here?" asks the child, prompting the adults to turn and face the cavern's entrance where they approach from.

"I'm sure." answers a quiet childlike voice as the three enter the cavern.

Once they are fully inside, Layla, Anna, and Toma are finally able to see who the voices belong to. The first child is none other than Toma's daughter, the princess, Hisui E. Fiore. She is around ten years old, possesses beautiful green hair with a crown resting on top, and green eyes. She wears a pink and white princess dress along with white arm sleeves.

Her companion is none other than Cassandra who has grown around an inch or two in the past year. She wears black pants tucked into black knee high boots, and a gray sleeveless shirt, making her somewhat look like an eight years old ninja cosplayer.

Following behind the children is the princess' guard, Arcadios. He is around seventeen years old with wild black hair, brown skin, and wears the standard armor of a guard which consists of a sleeveless green and white tuni, black trousers tucked into black boots, white gloves on his hands, and two swords sheathed at his hips.

"Papa! Mars!" exclaims Hisui once her eyes spot her father and Ambrosius, prompting her to run towards them with Cassandra following close behind with a slight jog while Arcadios brings in the rear with a walk.

With a smile on his face Toma opens his arms to embrace with his daughter while Cassandra hugs Ambrosius and hesitantly keeps her mouth shut. With an inner sigh, Ambrosius cannot help but internally lament the current stage of their relationship. While they have made significant progress in healing her of her trauma from her experience in Cain's hands, her relationship with him has somewhat stalled. She has no trouble hugging him, or being carried by him, however she seems to want to take it a step further by calling him father but hesitates to do so. While Ambrosius would love nothing more than encourage her to do so, he feels that a step as big as this is best left for her to make on her own. As such whenever she seems to be about to say it but stops, Ambrosius simply gives her a reassuring smile.

"Sir." greets Arcadios with a salute as he stops a few feet away from Ambrosius and the group.

"Arcadios." answers Ambrosius with a nod. "How is guard duty?" he asks.

"It's going well." replies Arcadios before Hisui excitedly runs to Ambrosius.

"Mars! You came to visit!" she exclaims with a brilliant smile on her face.

"Unfortunately this is a business visit princess." he answers with an apologetic smile.

"Mhmm! I told you to call me Hisui. H-i-s-u-i." she responds with a pout.

"And I said only if you call me Ambrosius. A-m-b-r-o-s-i-u-s."

"But Mars sounds cooler." answers the princess.

"Such a travesty!" exclaims Ambrosius with a fake gasp as he places his hand over his heart, prompting Hisui to laugh in amusement while Cassandra simply smiles.

"Arcadios take them back to the castle. This conversation is not for the ears of children." orders Toma.

"That will be unnecessary." comments Ambrosius. "The conversation is, for all purposes, over. Acnologia will be dealt with, and all that is left to discuss is where Anna and the children will go." he says.

"Can't they go to Fairy Tail with you?" asks Toma.

"That is up to her." answers Ambrosius as he inquiringly looks at Anna.

"What is Fairy Tail?" wonders Anna.

"A wizarding guild." replies Layla.

"I see. Considering that this is the only viable option I can see, I accept." answers Anna.

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Unknown Forest

Kingdom of Fiore

X777


In the depths of these dark woods, the sound of explosions, swords clashing, and magic can be heard as a battle takes place between an entire Dark Guild and two knight warriors, one clad in blue and white dress with silver armor while the other wears a red and silver tunic under a silver armor. The two warriors gracefully and fluid move between their enemies, slashing them down with ease born from years of experience on the battlefield. With each slash or stab a blood stains the forest floor and body falls to the ground, either dead or grievously injured. With each move from the knights an attack is dodged or redirected back towards the caster or one of their comrades.

"Fuck! They're not even using magic!" exclaims a mage with rage written on his face as he launches a fireball at Mordred, only for Arturia to block it before Mordred herself strikes him down.

"Fuck this shit man! I'm out of here!" screams another mage as he turns to run away only to be stabbed in the thigh and knocked out with a kick.

Realising that the knights have intention of letting any of them escape, the mages stand their ground and renew their efforts with vigor. Impressively they are able to launch an assault that would fatally injure anny A-Rank and most lower to mid S-Rank mages. Unfortunately for them however, their opponents are easily in the top ten most powerful beings in the entirety of Earthland and make quick and effortless work of them.

As the last body falls to the round with a thud, Mordred takes a second to look at the starry night sky before turning to Arturia.

"This should be the last Dark Guild in Fiore, Death's Head Caucus." comments Mordred as Arturia sits herself on a boulder.

"The last one we have any definitive proof against." answers Arturia as she wipes the blood from her blade with a cloth.

"The others are rumors at best and we have more important matters to attend to than hunting down rumors." responds Mordred as she also wipes the blood from her blade.

"Yes, the Alvarez Empire's escalation to sabotage Fiore is troubling." agrees Arturia as she thinks about the Alvarez Empire's recent attempt at crippling Fiore's communication lacrimas.

"Sometimes I really hate politics." comments Mordred with a sigh.

"I understand your pain." answers Arturia with a nod as she thinks back to her time as King of Camelot. After the civil war she still had to deal with nobles who believed that since the drawing of the sword was rigged that she was not the rightful ruler of Camelot. Had it not been for Morgan's expertise in politics, Arturia is sure that she would have faced multiple civil wars during her tenure as King. Once again she cannot help but feel grateful for her older sister.

"Do you ever think of what could have been ?" asks Arturia she looks at her reflection on Excalibur.

"If we survived our battle against Vortigern?" questions Mordred, earning a nod in return. "Well, we would have had to rebuild the Round Table, and we would most likely die at someone else's hands." she answers.

"It seems that creating a Utopia would have been impossible." laments Arturia.

"We had the closest thing to one. Camelot's worst crimes pertained to adultery and personal slights between the people. Murder was extremely rare, and so was anything as vile as rape." says Mordred.

"Do you ever think about creating another Camelot? Perhaps in one of the worlds where the planet itself will not try to end it." asks Arturia.

"Sometimes." answers Mordred just as a group of six Rune Knights walk towards them.

"It is done Commander." says the one in charge with a salute through his silver Knight helmet.

"I see that you have no casualties from facing the Trinity Raven. Congratulations you have faced three competent and powerful S-Class mages with no casualties and minimal injuries." says Mordred, prompting the knights to unconsciously puff out their chests in pride. These six knights are what one can consider to be the representation of the average Rune Knight's strength. They are not more powerful, nor are they weaker than the average Rune Knight.

"Return to headquarters, Arturia and I will be along shortly." orders Mordred as she feels a massive discharge of magical energy not far from their location.

With a nod and a salute the knights tap the back of their gauntlets where a magic circle appears and teleports them away. Turning to face the direction of the disturbance, Mordred launches herself towards it with Arturia following close behind. Arriving at their destination, the duo look up at the overcast sky to see a brilliant golden light forming what seems to be a portal. From the portal, multiple beams of golden light shoot out and strike the ground near them.

"What is this?" whispers Mordred as she carefully approaches one of the beams of light to inspect it.

"This is ethernano." observes Arturia with a slight frown on her face as the grip on her sword tightens in anticipation for any trouble.

Not long after Arturia's observation a particularly large golden beam of light collides with the ground before the portal disappears just as quickly as it arrived. Turning towards where the last beam of light collided with the ground. There they find a small body lying on the ground as the dust slowly drifts away from it.

"Jellal?" questions Mordred as she sees the child's uncanny resemblance to Jellal. "No, you aren't Jellal. Who are you?" asks Mordred as she takes notice of the child's royal clothing along with his demeanor that easily separates him from Jellal, or at least the Jellal that she is familiar with.

Rather than answer, the boy sways on his feet for a few seconds before falling unconscious and plummeting to the floor just as Arturia catches him.

"Your father or mother may have answers." comments Arturia as she dismisses Excalibur and lifts the child in her arms.

"They most likely do." agrees Mordred with a nod as she and Arturia begin to make their way towards Magnolia Town.

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AN:
Sorry about the late update, but I have a few certification tests coming up so I've been studying more often than usual. Updates will continue to be erratic unfortunately until after December 1 when I'll be done with my tests. As usual constructive criticism and opinions are appreciated.
 
We are all happy that you are finishing up your Cert tests, good luck with it.

We shall all eagerly await news both about your test results and about new chapters.

Now from some criticism, I know that you realized that you rushed the previous chapter and you could have greatly expanded it, but i think you might have expanded it too much in this chapter, its alot of words for not too much happening, I get that you are setting everything up and showing us different characters relations and how they intereact with each other and what they have been doing, but i dunno, its kinda eh, for me at least.
Not really anything attention grabbing happening right now.

I have to say though, your overall writing quality was gone up quite a bit so far, Nice job!
 
Alternate Dimensions and Politics
Fairy Tail Guild Hall, Magnolia Town

Kingdom of Fiore

X777


Per usual, the Fairy Tail Guild Hall is loud, chaotic, and with a brawl taking place on the first floor, especially with Erza's absence due to being away on a mission. Near the middle of the brawl Jason can be found punching a blond haired boy while not far from him Gray can be seen freezing a pink haired boy inside an iceberg, and Erik is punching a black haired boy that his friend, Cubellios, has ensnared with her serpentine body. In the front of the room, seated on the barstools are the adults, peacefully enjoying their drinks as if the brawl is not currently happening while Cassandra and Juvia sit near them to enjoy a meal. Just as the brawl seems ready to escalate however the doors are slammed open by a seemingly distressed Jellal.

"Mordred is coming!" screams the boy at the top of his lungs.

For a few seconds it seems that his words are not registered, until an abrupt silence falls over the entire building and everybody stops in their tracks.

"Didn't you go on a mission with Erza and Sorano?" asks Gray.

"We were coming back when we stumbled on Mordred on her way here." answers Jellal as he shuts the door behind him and begins to clean the guild hall.

Realising that not only will they have to deal with Mordred but with Erza also the members of Fairy Tail hurriedly begin to clean up while erasing any signs of the brawl happening.

"Oi! Where are you going? I'm not done with you yet!" exclaims the pink haired boy as he frees himself from Gray's iceberg and launches himself at the mage with a fist encased in fire.

"You flamebrain! Are you crazy?!" questions Gray as he easily dodges the punch. "Mordred AND Erza are coming back. I don't want to get in any trouble." he says as he launches the boy into a wall with a well placed kick to the chest before returning to cleaning.

"You're scared of a girl?" questions Jason's earlier opponent as he sees Jason also cleaning up.

"If you knew them then you would be scared too." answers Jason as he takes a broken chair to Cassandra who easily fixes it with her time magic without even bothering to look up from her meal.

"They sound powerful! I want to fight them both!" excitedly claims the pink haired boy as he approaches Gray with two flaming fists. His words cause another bout of silence to fall over the guild as they process his words.

While asking to fight Erza can be considered sane, suicidal but very much still sane, asking to fight is downright insane, stupid, sucidal and would only be suggested by someone without a sense of self preservation, an idiot, or just someone ignorant.

"You can't be serious." says Gray as he looks at the boy's starlit eyes. "You can't even land one hit on me, Erza would massacre you." explains Gray, earning nods of agreements from Jellal, Jason, and Erik as Cubellios releases her prisoner and returns to her human form.

"She can't be that though." says the black haired boy, Cubellios' previous prisoner.

"Gajeel's right, they can't both be that though." skeptically suggests the blond haired boy, Sting Eucliffe.

Before any of the experienced members of Fairy Tail can answer them the door to the guild hall opens and Mordred walks in along with Arturia, Erza, and a boy who completely covers his body in clothing, only allowing his dark eyes to be seen. Surveying the guild hall, Mordred spots remnants of broken tables and chairs and narrows her eyes. Standing next to her Erza also sees the same thing and a sword appears in her hand with a flash of light.

"Gray! Who broke the furniture?" questions Erza as she points her sword at him.

Panicking, Gray points towards the figure closest to him.

"It was Natsu." hurriedly answers Gray as he points towards the pink haired boy.

"Oi Lady, are you Erza?" asks Natsu as he ignores Gray's accusation and approaches Erza with an excited grin that showcases his predatory canines.

"Yes I am, and who are you?" answers Erza with narrowed eyes as she processes Gray's answer.

"Fight me!" screams Natsu as he ignores her question and launches himself at Erza with a flame encased fist despite the earlier warning from Gray.

With absolutely no effort Erza nonchalantly tilts her head to the side to dodge his punch before sending him flying to the second floor with a kick to the stomach.

"No fighting inside the guild hall." orders Erza with a frown as her sword vanishes in a flash of light and she follows Mordred, Arturia and the boy further inside the building.

"Tch, I told him not to." mutters Gray as he strips of all his clothes but his underwear.

"Put your clothes on Gray." says Mordred as she walks past him, prompting him to nervously pick them up from the floor and to hurriedly put them back on.

"You must be new guildmates. Welcome, I'm Erza." introduces Erza as she reaches Gajeel and Sting and extends her hand out for a handshake while Mordred and Arturia continue towards the bar, and the boy tags along with Erza.

"I'm Sting, Sting Eucliffe." answers Sting with a grin as he shakes her hand. "Grumpy over here is Gajeel, and this is Rogue Cheney, my best friend." he says as he points to Gajeel and another black haired who has been hiding in the shadows up until now.

"Nice to meet you. I am Erza, and this is Mystogan." says Erza as she points to the boy while Gajeel reluctantly shakes her hand and Rogue simply nods back in greeting.

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Reaching the bar, Mordred and Arturia seat themselves near the adults

"What brings you here on this day? Last I checked Fairy Tail has been on their best behavior lately." asks Morgan. "Although you do seem stressed, is there anything we can help you with?" she asks as Mordred groans and rests her head on the table.

"Politics and alternate dimensions." answers Mordred with a louder groan.

"Politics? Sure, but alternate dimensions? You have to be more specific dear." replies Morgan as she fondly caresses her daughter's head.

"This kid that I came with…" says Mordred as she points towards Mystogan who is mingling near the back of the children's group. "…he's from an alternate dimension called Edolas. They're running out of magic so they created a system that will drain magic from Earthland and give it to Edola."

"Interesting." comments Morgan as she observes the boy. "He decided to give his status as a prince and to take it upon himself to stop his father's scheme because his moral compass wouldn't allow him to do otherwise." she says as she takes in his entire history with a glance.

"Yea, he's a pretty good kid. Just a quieter version of Jellal to be honest, and doesn't help that he looks EXACTLY like Jellal, down to the same red tattoo under his right eye." informs Mordred.

"And how exactly does he plan to stop his father?" asks Ambrosius

"He plans on finding all of the Anima portals, the magic portals used to drain the magic from Earthland, and closing them." answers Mordred.

"How ambitious, I like it." comments Azula with a smirk.

"That's it!" excitedly claims Mavis from her place next to Azula.

"What's it?" asks Makarov.

"I've been thinking about giving the kids a project to work on. You know, to teach them responsibility and while spreading the name of Fairy Tail's next generation to the public. This is perfect." explains Mavis. "We can have them help Mystogan on this and depending on their performance we can use it to promote them to S-Class."

"That is a viable idea. I estimate that if they work together it should take them around seven years to figure out how to properly travel to Edolas and permanently stop Anima." says Ambrosius.

"In the meantime they can travel the country to stop any Anima portal that opens." agrees Morgan.

"Is this wise? They have only trained for one year." asks Arturia.

"Three actually." corrects Azula. "Using time magic we turned one year of training into three. As of now they cannot get any better with training and need experience. It's why we're allowing them to take missions." she explains.

"They don't look any older." observes Arturia.

"Of course not. We wanted to train them, not make them grow up faster." replies Azula.

"That makes sense, but who are the new kids?" asks Mordred as she points to Gajeel, Sting, Rogue, and a recovered Natsu.

"Those would be our resident time travelers and dragon slayers. Gajeel the Iron Dragon Slayer, Sting the White Dragon Slayer, Rogue the Shadow Dragon Slayer, and Natsu the Fire Dragon Slayer. There is one more, Wendy, the Sky Dragon Slayer, but she, Canna, and Scáthach went shopping with their caretaker, Anna Heartfilia." answers Makarov.

"Time Travelers and Dragon Slayers, an interesting combination." comments Mordred.

"Yes it is. Now tell us, what political help do you need?" asks Morgan.

"The Alvarez Empire is becoming increasingly bold. The more I stop their attempts at sabotage, the bigger their target becomes." explains Mordred.

"No doubt they want to see whether you can keep up or not. They might even be escalating to force you to reshuffle your forces and unintentionally leave an opening in the country's defenses." says Mavis.

"I figured out that much, and unfortunately they're right. I don't have enough manpower to mount a proper defense everywhere. Not even if I start hiring the guilds since that would cost money that's being used to revamp the Rune Knights." replies Mordred. "I had to let many of the knights go to their incompetence and unwillingness to put in the work needed to become competent. As of right now we're understaffed to properly protect the entire kingdom." she explains.

"Leave a major opening that will make them mount an assault out of the shadows." suggests Azula. "Make them overconfident enough to declare war against Fiore."

"The only way they would do that is if the Fiore Branch of the magic council doesn't have Etherion to protect the country." answers Mordred.

"The council would never agree to this." says Arturia.

"The members of the council also are not the ones tasked with protecting the country." rebutes Morgan.

"They're just a bunch of foolish old goats drunk and blinded by their power." adds Azula with a roll of her eyes.

"Father, what do you think?" asks Mordred as she looks towards her father.

"You're mother is right. While you may be subordinate to the magic council, you are also in charge of the Kingdom's protection. As such you will have to decide when to go beyond them." he tells her.

"I don't really have a problem with going against the council if necessary, but without the Etherion cannon Fiore's defenses will be crippled, and the Rune Knights aren't ready yet to face the entirety of the Alvarez Empire without it." argues Mordred.

"Whoever said that you will only have the Rune Knights at your disposal?" asks Morgan with a smirk. "Should the Alvarez Empire take the bait then the six of us will be there to meet their assault."

"Just like old times." adds Ambrosius with a smirk of his own.

"Old times you say, then that means nothing after the Nasuverse." suggests Azula.

"You're being generous. I say that we could easily handle the entirety of the Empire with only melee combat, no magic, and no enhancements that put us above their most powerful physically." rebutes Morgan.

"Oooh I like that challenge." says Azula with a smirk. "In fact I'll even make it more challenging. Everyone gets one mundane weapon, and no powers whatsoever. That means no runes, no magic, no bending, just weapons or hand to hand combat." she suggests.

"That's enough you two." says Ambrosius with a shake of his head and an amused smile on his face. "Anyway, my advice still stands. It's up to you to decide what to do." he tells her as he fondly pats her head.

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AN: Here's another chapter. Some of you have noticed that these chapters are a bit shorter than usual and that's because I'm honestly not used to writing chapters that focus mainly on character interactions with nothing else. Once I get better the length should increase again. As usual constructive criticism and opinions are appreciated.
 
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I have two suggestions to improve your writing for this story

The first applies to your descriptions of places and items. Instead of a detached and clinical explanation, you should instead use comparisons and contrasts to similar and well known items/places, more flowery language to evoke an image in your reader's imagination or a short-one to three two- sentence with a link to the image you have based the place/item from.

The second would be how you can make battles without any real stakes more interesting to your reading audience in stories that have become like this. Instead of a strictly third person perspective or a perspective from your overpowered character, switch the perspective to different character in the story that would have an emotional investment in that fight. Like focusing more on what Anna Heartfillia thinks of seeing the Malphas family decimate an invading force of military without using magic. Keep in mind that how you describe the fight from an omniscient-quasi-third-person perspective should be more visceral, with an emphasis on the destruction that the Malphas family are able to wreak, even without magic.

Other than those two things. Your writing has been consistently entertaining ever since the avatar jump in my opinion, and I've finally decided to make an account here because I've really liked your writing and would very much like to help you become a better writer with my feedback and criticism.
 
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I have two suggestions to improve your writing for this story

The first applies to your descriptions of places and items. Instead of a detached and clinical explanation, you should instead use comparisons and contrasts to similar and well known items/places, more flowery language to evoke an image in your reader's imagination or a short-one to three two- sentence with a link to the image you have based the place/item from.

The second would be how you can make battles without any real stakes more interesting to your reading audience in stories that have become like this. Instead of a strictly third person perspective or a perspective from your overpowered character, switch the perspective to different character in the story that would have an emotional investment in that fight. Like focusing more on what Anna Heartfillia thinks of seeing the Malphas family decimate an invading force of military without using magic. Keep in mind that how you describe the fight from an omniscient-quasi-third-person perspective should be more visceral, with an emphasis on the destruction that the Malphas family are able to wreak, even without magic.

Other than those two things. Your writing has been consistently entertaining ever since the avatar jump in my opinion, and I've finally decided to make an account here because I've really liked your writing and would very much like to help you become a better writer with my feedback and criticism.
Thank you for the feedback
 
A Crow's Blunder
Fairy Tail Guild Hall, Magnolia Town

Kingdom of Fiore

X777


Having five new children join the guild is more troublesome than I anticipated, especially since they are first generation dragon slayers, dragon slayers that were actually raised and trained by dragons and as such act more like dragons as opposed to humans. They wear their emotions on their sleeves, have no qualms with casually starting brawls where they use magic, and are more aggressive than the other children. Due to this, the guild hall has to be repaired at least once a day and they must be supervised at all times unless they are sleeping. From when they are training, to even when they are eating, no time seems to be a bad time for one of them to initiate a brawl amongst their guildmates or to initiate a fight amongst their peers of the same age. The only one not guilty of this is Wendy, the youngest of them all at the age of seven, one year younger than Cassandra. Even Rogue, the laid back and introverted one of them all has his moments where he acts like the others, with many of those moments being when his best friend, Sting, drags him along on his escapades.

Amongst her fellow dragon slayers, Wendy is an anomaly. Not only does she act like a normal child, but she is also shy and does not like any form of violence. From what I've been able to find out from Anna, the first part can be attributed to just her being herself while the second is mostly due to being raised by Grandeeney, the gentle Sky Dragon. Unlike her peers who prefer to spend their day training, sparring, and being all around destructive when Erza is not looking, Wendy prefers to spend her time reading with Levy, a new child member of Fairy Tail who is the same age as Jason, or hanging out with Cassandra who enjoys spending her time exploring Magnolia and its surrounding areas or hanging around Azula or I.

Which is why I am not surprised when the two of them just decide to sit next to me while I am re-reading the book on magic that I purchased with my cp. Although I have already finished the book and figured out the one-magic, which is unsurprisingly emotions, I find myself being somewhat attached to the mysterious book. Perhaps it is because this is the first book that I have read for recreational purposes since I have started my jumpchains, or at least the one that I even bother to remember. For a book meant to instruct one on magic, it can honestly pull you in and keep your interest for quite a while.

"Where's mother?" asks Cassandra as she sits on a stool next to me with Wendy following close behind her.

"She and Morgan went shopping with Anna and Scáthach I believe." I answer her as I turn the page on my book, and with Mavis and Makarov away on a guild master meeting I'm the only responsible adult inside the hall."Do you need help with something?" I ask her.

"Just asking." replies Cassandra as she and Wendy pull out their own books and proceed to open them and read.

"What are you reading?" I ask her with interest.

" 'The Art of War'" she answers without looking up.

"By Sun Tzu?" I ask as I momentarily look up from mine.

"Yup." she replies with a nod.

"Your mother?" I wonder with a raised eyebrow.

"Yup. She said that it's an easy book to get started on." she answers.

"How do you like it?" I inquire.

"It's ok." she answers with a shrug. "Most of it looks like common sense to me, I don't know why a book would need to be written to teach this." she tells me.

"Well, one thing you will learn as you grow older and experience more of life is that common sense is not very common, and true intelligence is even rarer than common sense." I reply as I return to my own book. "By the way, where is your brother and his band of misfits?" I ask her as I wonder where Jason and the boys could have gone to.

"They went on a mission together." she answers nonchalantly.

"All of them?" I ask, not bothering to hide the worry from my voice.

"Mhmm." hums Cassandra with a nod.

"May Scáthach have mercy on their souls." I whisper to myself as I imagine the amount of trouble that four dragon slayers, one dragon, a stripping ice mage, and a mage with a penchant for hearing other people's souls can cause together. Especially since none of them seem to be able to refrain from causing massive amounts of property damage. If Mordred catches them they will all be going to jail and none of us will be able to help them, not unless we actually want to. I for one would not mind letting them go to jail to learn restraint.

"And where are the other girls?" I ask her, hoping for some good news to offset this bad one.

"On a mission." she answers.

"Let me guess… somehow the boys and girls decided to compete against each other and they decided to settle it with a competition." I surmise. "And you didn't go because you think the reason is stupid."

"Yup." she replies with another nod.

With a sigh I return to my book while deciding that whatever the fallout may be I will leave it to be dealt with by Mavis or Makarov. The two of them run the guild, as such it's only fair that they are also responsible for the actions of its members. As far as I'm concerned, unless the situation is dire enough I'm on vacation and nobody will change that.

Before I can reingross myself in my book, the door to the guild hall is slammed opened, prompting the entire guild to look towards the entrance.

"We're back!" excitedly announces Mavis as she and Makarov walk into the building with three white haired children following along behind them. "Everybody, say hello to the Strauss siblings, Mirajan, Elfman and Lisanna, the newest additions to Fairy Tail's next generation of mages." she says as she presents the children to the guild hall, two girls and one boy. Mirajane is easily Erza's age, twelve years old, Elfman is Gray's age at eleven years old, and Lisanna is Jason's age, ten years old.

With enthusiastic roars, the members greet the newcomers as the bartenders bring out barrels of alcohol to celebrate the news Fairy Tail style, which essentially means by partying and causing massive amounts of property damage with a drunken brawl. This is what a typical day in Fairy Tail looks like, finding any reason to party and brawling. Failing that you can simply decide to get drunk without the party and then brawl, or vice versa. There's no set formula to how they do it.

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Oldtown, the Reach

Westeros

A few months after Ambrosius and Mordred's interference


Oldtown, one of the largest and oldest cities in Westeros, built by the First Men before the Andal invasion. It was constructed around the Hightower, the seat of House Hightower in the center of the city. Oldtown is home to the Citadel and houses the Starry Sept, formerly the seat of the High Septon of the Faith of the Seven.

Ever since the forceful disbandment of the Faith of the Seven, the septs which they used for worship were repurposed for the believers of Ambrosius, a religion that is honestly still in its infancy with the only thing that its followers know for certain is that Ambrosius is in fact a god, as verified by the Queen and and her knights, that he has a daughter who is a warrior herself, and he despises rapists more than anything else. Other than everything else is speculation, including who is the mother of his daughter, are there more gods which he rules over, what values does he favor, what must one do to be looked upon favorably, and many other questions.

It is due to having so many unanswered questions that many of true believers can usually be found in the repurposed septs praying in the hopes of receiving answers. However, things are very different this day as the Ironborns have decided to assault the town with none other than Euron Greyjoy, also known as Euron Crow's Eye.

Leading the charge on his black sailed and blood drenched deck ship, the Silence, along with his muted crew whose tongues have been ripped out, Euron leads a massacre upon Oldtown the likes have never seen before. Buildings burn, people scream, and rivers of blood flow through the streets as Euron and his men slaughter their way through the town.

With fear in their hearts the people run towards one location in hopes of receiving protection, the septs. Those lucky or physically fit enough make it there by leaving the others behind, and those cunning and heartless enough make it by throwing others towards the pirates in the hopes of distracting them.

Those caught by Euron's men either die, or suffer a fate worse than death. Families caught are forced to watch as the men are tortured while the women are raped. No one is safe, especially not those who believe in any god. For a beautiful and sunny weather, the day's events could not be more contrasting and horrifying.

Inside the Starry Sept, a group of twenty men can be found rounding up all of the sept's inhabitants in one corner while another looks on with a sly, charming smile on his blue lips. The man's skin is pale and his face is handsome with black hair and a dark beard. He wears a patch over his left eye that conceals a black eye shining with malice. His right eye is as blue as the sky and is regarded as his smiling eye. In addition, his lips are a pale blue, due to his propensity to drink shade of the evening, a thick, blue liquid consumed by the warlocks of Qarth that is a psychedelic drug known to give visions of the past and futures. This man is none other than Euron Greyjoy.

As Euron's men go about collecting the worshippers, a few of them refuse to accept their fate and fight back, only to be quickly overpowered.

"Come now, there's no need to struggle. Things would be much easier if you simply accepted your fates" charmingly says Euron. "Then I wouldn't have to make you suffer more than usual. Perhaps a rape here, a ripped out tongue there, or even a dismemberment. Nothing too cruel. I am after all a man of my words." he continues as his charming smile turns vicious and the shadows in the room seem to actively be reaching out towards him.

"You are no man." spits out a young woman to the horror of her parents, and surprising everyone else. "You're just a dog that needs to be put down."

"Oh my, we have a fierce one over here." says Euron as he approaches the young woman. "Why aren't you afraid? I hold power over your entire fate in the palm of my hands." he tells her.

"Lord Gawain protects me." she answers as she spits on his face.

Rather than be enraged, Euron bursts into a round of laughter as he wipes the spit from his face.

"Lord Gawain? The new so-called god that you people started worshipping?" questions Euron as he backhands the young woman to the ground. "Let me tell you something girlie, the shade-of-the-evening holds more truth in it than in all the gods of Earth." he says as he crouches in front of her and tightly grasps her face to pull her closer to him. "Gods and moralities are lies. I have killed three brothers, then I went out and pissed into the sea, waiting for some god to strike me down. None did." he tells her as he pushes her back to the ground before standing up. "Gods are lies, and men are meat. When men see my sail, they pray. I am the godliest man to raise sail." claims Euron as he stares into the defiant eyes of the young woman.

Before the young woman can answer Euron however, a pillar made of rainbow lights falls from the sky and strikes the ground, temporarily blinding all of the sept's occupants. Once the light vanishes and their visions return, the people in the sept are able to see what emerged from the light.

Standing on a runic circle caused by the pillar of rainbow light is none other than a fully armored Athena along with Frigga, Freyja, Brunhilde, Artemis of Bana-Mighdall, Akila, and Nubia.

"Kill all of the pirates save for their leader, I am sure that Ambrosius would have words with him." orders Athena.

With no need for any more words the group proceeds to effortlessly slaughter every single member of Euron's crew while leaving Euron himself unconscious from a blow to the head. With the men inside the sept having been dealt with, the warrior women make their way to Oldtown to finish what they have started while Athena attends to the victims in the sept.

"Who…who are you?" questions the young woman as Athena helps her to her feet.

"I am Pallas-Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, Reason, Strategy, Warfare, Crafts and Arts, Patron of Heroic Endeavours and sister to King Ambrosius."

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AN: So I passed my first test and only have one more to go, which is why I was able to get this chapter to you guys. You guys may notice that this chapter is shorter than usual and that's because I lost my momentum from the long break I had to take, so I need to get used to writing again. Also I found that whatever interest I had for this setting is completely lost, so I'll be making this part of the vacation shorter than originally intended. As usual feedback is welcomed and appreciated.
 
I think it would be interesting to go to a more science fiction setting... Oooh perhaps Star Wars?

Either way, keep it up! Your work honestly gets less attention than it deserves.
 
i agree with LollipoPReapeR that a science fiction setting would be great perhaps one that would allow him to fuse runes with technology
 
Surprise
The Great Hall, The Red Keep

King's Landing, Crowlands

Westeros


Silence fills the Great Hall as the small council processes the day's most recent events. The day had started out no different than any other day, at least until six fully armored warrior women appeared in the middle of the Great Hall carrying an unconscious man with pale blue lips and an eyepatch over his left eye. The leader had introduced herself as Pallas-Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, Reason, Strategy, Warfare, Crafts and Arts, Patron of Heroic Endeavours and sister to none other than King Ambrosius, the god that many of them worship. From there, Athena had decreed that the tourney fields be prepared for a spectacle.

"Pardon me my lady, but did you say that the tourney fields should be prepared for a spectacle?" asks Quentyn Targeryen nee Martell, husband of Queen Daenerys Targeryen.

"I did not say, I ordered." forcefully answers Athena, causing Daenerys' guards to nervously tighten their hold on their weapons.

"Now, now, no need to get testy." comments Oberyn. "Perhaps you could explain to us what is going on." he says charmingly, earning an eye roll from all six of the warrior women.

Before any of them can answer him however, Euron groans as his consciousness returns to him only for Artemis to whack him in the back of the head with the handle of her axe, Mistress, causing him to once again fall unconscious.

"Careful Artemis, we want him to be able to experience the full brunt of his punishment." says Akila.

"Evidently you were far too careful since his consciousness returned this quickly." answers Artemis as she whacks him in the back of the head one more time for good measure.

As Euron once again falls unconscious, Daenerys, who has been quiet up until now, stands from her position on the Iron Throne and approaches the group.

"You claim to be the sister of Gawain, and I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. However, should I find you to be imposters I will have you all slain before being fed to my dragons." claims Daenerys as she stares into Artemis' eyes. "Do I make myself clear?" questions Daenerys, earning a raised eyebrow from Athena and nods of approval from the Valkyries and their Amazonian sisters.

"I like her." whispers Brunhilde as Daenerys turns around and orders for the tourney field to be prepared and for the population of King's Landing to make their way there.

Once everyone, save for Daenerys' guards, have vacated the Great Hall to go about preparing the tourney field, Daenerys turns back towards the group before looking down at the unconscious body of Euron Greyjoy.

"Who is this?" asks Daenerys.

"Simply a mad dog that needs to be put down." answers Artemis with a scowl.

"Nay. Death is far too good of a punishment for him. He will make a fine example as to what happens to serial rapists." argues Freyja.

"Indeed, I am sure that Queen Azula will administer the perfect punishment for him." agrees Akila.

Before the conversation can continue, the doors to the Great Hall are pushed open as a woman determinedly makes her way inside followed closely by Nymeria Sand.

"Arianne, how may I help you?" asks Daenerys.

Arianne is a buxom and beautiful woman no older than thirty years old, with olive skin, large dark eyes and long, thick black hair that falls in ringlets to the middle of her back, and full lips. She wears an elegant crimson dress that easily accentuates her figure, drawing the eyes of any who see her.

Back when Ambrosius lived as Gawain, he and Arianne were quite close with another. So much so that many believed that if Doran did not allow them to marry, they would elope with one another. In fact they were so close that they were each other's firsts and only intimate partners in the bedroom before Ambrosius left for King's Landing. Originally Ambrosius planned on asking her to join him in his adventures, however he decided against doing so once he saw her drive to becoming the ruler of Dorne. Not only would this pose a possible conflict, but so would Arianne's personality. While quite cunning and calculating, Arianne is also fierce-tempered and quick to anger. Once she sees something she desires, she strives to obtain it at all cost. Sometimes even becoming obsessed with obtaining it and being blinded by that one specific goal, a stage that she almost reached in regards to becoming the ruler of Dorne back when Ambrosius lived as Gawain.

"Where is he, Daenerys?" demands Arianne in a beautiful husky voice full of Dornish accent.

"What makes you think that he's here?" questions Daenerys.

"Don't play me for a fool, there is no way a group of warriors magically appearing in the middle of the Great Hall have nothing to do with him." answers Arianne irritably as she places her a hand on her waist.

"Like I told you last time, I have no idea where he is. After he interfered in the battle, he briefly spoke to Oberyn and I before leaving to wherever it is gods live." replies Daenerys

"And like I told you last time, you were a fool not to ask him where he goes." says Arianne.

"Watch yourself Arianne. You may have helped in my training, and in raising me, but I am still Queen. There are things that I cannot let slide." warns Daenerys.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Arianne apologises with a slight bow.

"Did you tell him?" asks Arianne once she is sufficiently calm.

"It's not my place to tell him, even if it feels like you actually want me to." answers Daenerys.

"Well it would certainly be easier for me if you did." answers Arianne with a wry smile. "How does one even go about giving such news to a god?" she wonders with a slight shake of her head.

"You simply do." interrupts Athena, drawing Arianne's eyes to her group for the first time.

Before Arianne can answer her, screaming can be heard coming from outside of the Great Hall that seems to come from the entirety of King's Landing. Alarmed, Daenerys rushes out of the Great Hall, followed closely by Arianne, Nymeria, and her guards.

"They're here." claims Frigga as they too make their way outside of the Great Hall and towards the nearest courtyard.

Arriving at their destination, the group easily sees what caused the populous to begin screaming. Looking up, they can see the entire sky darken almost as if night has fallen before the black sky is covered in rainbow lights similar to the northern lights. Unlike the northern lights however, one can see every single color of the rainbow and even colors that many would have never taught to be possible. From fiery blue reminiscent of Azula's flames, to crimson red that makes it seem as if the sky is bleeding, and even ethereal emerald green, the rainbows of colors seem to have no end.

Things however do not end there, for cracks begin to form in the rainbow, alarming everyone, and as the cracks grow a hole is formed in the beautiful rainbow sky, allowing a beacon of sunlight to shine down upon the city of King's Landing, forcing the people to avert their eyes until they become properly adjusted to the light. Once their eyes have adjusted, they once more turn their eyes to the sky to see four armored figures majestically descending from the heavens, creating a sight that none will forget for as long as they live. The sight is so beautiful and awe inducing that the majority of the people slowly fall to their knees in reverence.

Leading the four figures with his golden trident in hand is none other than Ambrosius himself donning his godly armor, his long white hair and blood red cape elegantly fluttering in the wind behind him. Not far behind are Azula, Scáthach, and Morgan. While Azula and Scáthach also don their godly armor and carry their weapons, Morgan elected to wear a beautiful emerald dress that not only accentuates her figure, but also matches the color of her eyes, and holds no weapon in her hands.

"Queen Daenerys." greets Ambrosius in a booming, yet not overbearing, voice as he and his goddesses hover a few feet away from the Red Keep.

"Lord Ambrosius." answers Daenerys as she bows to him, her voice somehow transmitting to everyone in King's Landing.

Hearing Daenerys' words along with her actions, the people of King's Landing cannot help but look upon the four gods with even more reverence. Those who had previously remained standing now bow, those who are followers of his religions look for ways to bow further, and the truly fanatic members of his religion go as far as to lay themselves down on the streets, their lips kissing the ground.

Unused to such extreme reactions to his presence, Ambrosius forces himself not to react and instead focuses on Daenerys.

"Stand, little sister." orders Ambrosius with a kind smile. "Those I have designated as family need not to bow, even if they are mortal." he says as he levitates her to her feet.

"To what do we owe the pleasure?" asks Daenerys.

"I have come with two purposes in mind. The first is to answer the prayers of my people. For years you have prayed to me for guidance, today I reward your dedication. You wish to know more about me, my family, and how to earn our favor, and I shall answer you." says Ambrosius to the people, prompting many of his believers to look up at him with hopeful gazes. "Before I can answer those questions however, I must introduce you to my family." he says as he motions to Azula, Scáthach, and Morgan.

Floating up, Azula sends a lightning bolt into the sky, drawing the attention of the people.

"I am Azula, Queen of the Sky, Goddess of Lightning and Thunder, Fire, Deceit, Choices, Revenge, Illusions, Leader of the Amazons, Patron of Warrior Women, overseer of Hell, and wife of King Ambrosius." says Azula as she introduces herself to the people.

"I am Scáthach, Queen of the Dead, Goddess of Death, the Hunt, Winter, Ice, Mountains, Wilderness, War, Fate, Leader of the Valkyries, Patron of Fallen Warriors, overseer of Purgatory, and wife of King Ambrosius." introduces Scáthach as small flurries of snow fall on King's Landing despite the summer weather.

"As for me, I am Morgan, Queen of the Earth, Goddess of Magic, Life, Crossroads, Luck, Beauty, Prophecy, Patron of Mothers, and Royals, overseer of Heaven, and wife of King Ambrosius." says Morgan as she conjures a majestic castle into the sky before making it disappear, further awing the people.

"You have now met some of my family. This brings me to my second purpose for being here, punishment." says Ambrosius as Athena joins them in the sky with a now awake Euron Greyjoy in her grasps before she hands him off to Ambrosius who dismisses his trident. "This is Euron Greyjoy. Pirate, thief, murderer, and worst of all rapist. For unwise reasons he decided to attack Oldtown along with his mute crew and his Ironborn brethrens. There they pillaged, burned, murdered, tortured, and raped the people of Oldtown, even going as far as to assault the Starry Sept and those worshiping inside." informs Ambrosius, horrifying the people and drawing calls for Euron's punishment.

Raising his hand, Ambrosius silences the crowd before continuing.

"Euron claims that drugs hold more truth in them than in all the gods of Earth. He claims that Gods and moralities are lies. That gods are lies, men are meat, and that he is the godliest man to raise sail. According to him, these are the reasons for his atrocious actions." says Ambrosius, further impasionning the crowd against the pirate, with some even calling for him to be burned alive before Ambrosius silences them once again with a raise of his hand. "Unrepentant and unremorseful men like Euron have no place in Heaven, nor in Purgatory, and as such belong in none other than Hell." he says as he tosses Euron to Azula who opens a fiery portal and sends the pirate through, earning a cheer from the people.

Having said his piece, Ambrosius and the others float down to the balcony where Daenerys is situated and make their way inside the Red Keep just as the rainbow of lights disappear and the sky returns to normal.

"Well that certainly was a spectacle." comments Oberyn . "You know how to put on a show." he says the group makes their way towards the Great Hall.

"Living around you for years, one is bound to pick up a few things." answers Ambrosius.

"Is that flattery? It seems that you've picked up quite a lot from me." replies Oberyn with a smirk.

"Are none of you worried that this show will have created fanatics, dangerous fanatics?" questions Daenrys.

"Every religion will have fanatics, no matter the god. It is simply how it is." answers Scáthach. "We will simply show them that fanatics do not earn our favor." she says as they walk into the Great Hall where Arianne is waiting for them.

"Gawain. Or should I call you Ambrosius now?" asks Arianne with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Either works." answers Ambrosius.

"I want to slap you." replies Arianne.

"That would be warranted." admits Ambrosius with a slight nod. "But you won't." says Ambrosius.

"I won't." agrees Arianne.

"You'll just poison my drink later." claims Ambrosius, shocking the onlookers.

"And it won't even do anything." surmises Arianne.

"For fuck's sake, I can feel the sexual tension between you two. If you want to go at it, go!" exclaims Oberyn, earning a few raised eyebrows from the group.

"If sexual tension was the only problem I'd agree, but she also wants something else." says Azula.

Before anyone else can say something a child's voice can be heard calling out from the corridor as he runs towards the Great Hall.

"Mom, did you see the gods?! They were amazing!" calls out the child as he runs into the Great Hall.

The child is no older than six years old, stands at three feet seven inches, possesses midnight black hair tied into a ponytail, with a single curly strand falling on the bridge of his nose between his eyes and further enhancing their already beautiful violet glow filled with childlike innocence. Looking at the child's face, Ambrosius sees an uncanny familiarity that causes a pit to form in his stomach.

"Scáthach, do you see it too?" asks Morgan as the child makes his way to Arianne who greets him with a beautiful smile and a hug.

"I do." answers Scáthach as Arianne whispers in the child's ears, prompting him to turn around and to look into Ambrosius' eyes.

"You're my father?" asks the boy hopefully.

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AN: Here's another chapter, and we meet Ambrosius' first biological child. Some of you have been wondering when Ambrosius will have biological kids, and the answer is soon, I just have no idea how to write gods raising baby gods. Also you guys might be wondering why I decided for it to be Arianne and it's because Arianne was originally supposed to be his first companion, but that got scrapped for reasons stated in the chapter and because I didn't build them up, so it would have been way more jarring than the way I did it here. Also I'll be wrapping up the Fairy Tail portion of the vacation soon since I have no motivation for it anymore (the setting feels so bland to me right now for some reason). As usual thoughts and constructive criticism are welcomed.
 
i agree with LollipoPReapeR that a science fiction setting would be great perhaps one that would allow him to fuse runes with technology
I think it would be interesting to go to a more science fiction setting... Oooh perhaps Star Wars?

Either way, keep it up! Your work honestly gets less attention than it deserves.
I'm not very good at science fiction tbh, or very knowledgeable in sci-fi worlds
 
What are your thoughts on a fate/grand order jump? It would be pretty interesting for ambrosius, scathach, and morgan to meet their heroic spirit counterparts.

A way to proceed with the story is by focusing on the impact that the gang has had on the worlds that they've already visited. Coming back to the avatar and mass effect universes and screwing over the assholes there.

If you take this approach you'd have to lean to a more badass approach like what you have done in this chapter or make it more comedic by trolling the bad guys.
 
Plots and Attempted Plots
The Great Hall, The Red Keep

King's Landing, Crowlands

Westeros


Silence fills the Great Hall as the father and son duo look into each other's eyes with varying emotions flowing through them. The son holds nothing but excitement for finally meeting his father, a legendary figure whom he knew nothing about other than his prowess in combat, and the cunning of his mind. He did not even know his father's name for his mother refused to name him for fear of him never returning to visit and leaving the child with a false sense of hope of ever meeting his father.

For the father, a few things go through his mind, the first being regret. Regret for not being there for his first biological son's first six years. He does not even question the truth of Arianne's claim for the resemblance between him and the child are as clear as day. From the midnight black hair, to the brown skin that is a touch darker than a normal dornishman's skin, to the uncanny facial features that will grow up to be handsome beyond measure, and finally the mesmerising violet eyes that he too once possessed.

The second thing that goes through Ambrosius' mind is a sense of excitement and happiness at having a son. While one can say that he already has a son in Jason, the truth of the matter is that it's not the same. To Jason he is currently nothing more than a surrogate father as opposed to simply a father, and honestly Ambrosius doesn't mind. He didn't take Jason in for the boy to look towards him as his father. Meeting this son of his is more akin to meeting Mordred and being designated as her father, yet somehow this also feels more intimate and heartwarming.

"Come here, boy." instructs Ambrosius.

Unsure of whether to obey or not, the boy looks towards his mother who simply gives him an encouraging smile and nod, prompting him to walk closer to his father.

"What is your name?" asks Ambrosius as he kneels in front of the boy.

"Daemon." replies the boy proudly, causing Ambrosius to look at Arianne with a raised eyebrow.

"Doran refuses to allow me to name him Martell, and I refuse to brand my son Sand." explains Arianne with an incensed tone that speaks of a certain amount of rage she holds towards her father.

"It doesn't matter, his last name shall be Malphas. The name of his father." says Ambrosius with a smile that his son returns.

"Tell me Daemon, what do you aspire to be someday?" asks Ambrosius.

"I will be the greatest warrior to ever live." claims the boy, who in the excitement of finally meeting his father has completely forgotten that he is a god.

"An ambitious goal. How do you plan on accomplishing it?" asks Ambrosius.

"Practice. Uncle Oberyn has already started training me with the spear. Then I'm going to travel the world to make my prowess known." answers Daemon.

"Has he now? Well I hope that the spear is the only thing he has been teaching you." replies Ambrosius as he stands and looks towards Oberyn who simply gives him a nervous chuckle.

Ignoring Oberyn's nervous chuckle, Ambrosius makes his way towards the Iron Throne with Daemon following closely behind, his small hand held within his father's bigger hand.

"You still sit on this piece of scrap metal?" observes Ambrosius as he looks at the jagged throne in distaste.

"What is wrong with it?" asks Daenerys.

"It is…" begins Ambrosius as he looks for the correct word.

"Ugly." says Azula.

"Antiquated." adds Scáthach.

"Undignified." suggests Morgan.

"All of the above." agrees Ambrosius even as he walks up the dais and sits on the throne while placing Daemon on his lap. "Tell me Athena, what are the results of your research?" asks Ambrosius as he sits comfortably on the throne despite the countless pieces of swords attempting to stab and slash him.

"Eldritch abominations and shells of past deities that cling to their former glory." she answers, causing all of the mortals to look on in confusion.

"How powerful are they, and how much can they influence this world?" asks Scáthach.

"Personally? They are not that powerful, but they can still make use of mortals, such as the practitioners of magic in Asshai to carry out their will. And while the morals cannot harm us, they can easily cause a lot of trouble for Westeros" she explains.

"In that case they're lives are forfeit." says Azula. "Take a squad of Amazons with you and dispose of these so-called gods." she orders.

"That won't stop the mortals. Especially since their magic does not rely as much on these deities anymore." says Athena.

"That's not a problem. I will be changing how magic works in this world. That will leave them powerless." says Morgan, drawing looks of shock from the mortals.

"I must have misheard you…but did you say that you will be changing how magic works?" asks Daenerys.

"You heard correctly. I will be changing how magic works in this world." repeats Morgan, causing Daenerys and the other mortals to simply accept her claims as facts, especially since none of the other gods seem to want to refute her..

"That is an adequate solution. Certainly better than killing them all." says Scáthach.

"What of the Ironborn?" asks Oberyn. "They assaulted Oldtown. Killed, pillaged, burned, and raped their way through the town and the septs. They cannot go unpunished." he says.

"And they won't. Even as we speak a squad of Amazons slaughter anyone guilty of such actions while freeing any of their slaves. In fact, they should be finished right about now." answers Azula as she comfortably rests a hand on the pommel of Crocea Mors which is sheathed by her side.

"This is the second time you have mentioned such troops. Who are the Amazons?" asks Arianne

"The Amazons, my personal troops and the greatest troop of warriors on Mount Olympus." proudly answers Azula.

"With all due respect Lady Azula, I believe that we Valkyries hold that title." refutes Freyja as she steps forward, earning a nod of agreement from Scáthach and the other Valkyries present.

"Oh…and who pray tell gave you that title?" questions Azula with a raised eyebrow.

"No one did, and no one needed to. It is simply a well known fact that my Valkyries are better trained troops than your Amazons." responds Scáthach.

Rather than answer, Azula simply stares into Scáthach's eyes for a few seconds before turning away.

"One day we will test that theory." she says as she turns away.

"You allow women into your armies?" asks Daenerys.

"Those troops are made entirely of women. There is not a single man that is a member of the Amazons nor the Valkyries. That however is where most of the similarities end. The Amazons are warriors and soldiers tasked with waging war against our enemies, while the Valkyries are tasked with collecting the souls of fallen warriors for Valhalla and with defending Asgard." explains Ambrosius.

"Valhalla? Asgard? Never heard of them." says Oberyn.

"Valhalla, it is the Heaven for warriors who have lived a life worthy of it. It is located in Asgard, the golden city of the gods." explains Frigga.

Before any more words can be spoken, a glowing runic circle appears on the floor and teleports Nubia into the Great Hall.

"It is done." reports Nubia as she bows to Azula. "The pirates have been slayed and the slaves freed. As of now the islands are under the control of the citizens and those slaves who have nowhere to return to."

"What of the nobles?" asks Azula.

"Most were unwilling to part ways with their traditions and were disposed of. The remaining ones were made to swear an oath on Mordred's name to never return to their pirating ways." she replies.

"Thank you Nubia. Return to our sisters and prepare a squad of Amazons for an excursion of godslaying. Take Artemis and Akila with you. You'll be under Athena's lead." orders Azula.

With a bow, Artemis, Akila, and Nubia make their way to the runic circle where they teleport out of the Great Hall, earning an awed look from Daemon.

"Woah!" whispers the boy in astonishment. "Is that magic?" he asks as he turns to face his father.

"Yes it is." answers Ambrosius with a proud smile.

"Can I try?" he asks before something else comes to his mind. "Wait…. You're the gods from earlier!" he exclaims with starstruck eyes.

"Yes we are." replies Ambrosius with a chuckle.

"Woah!" whispers Daemon.

"An appropriate response. Now, why don't you go play, us adults need to speak for a while longer." suggests Ambrosius.

With a nod Daemon jumps off Ambrosius' lap and runs out of the Great Hall while waving towards his mother who simply waves back with a smile.

"He is more social than I was at that age." observes Ambrosius as he watches his son run off.

"Every kid is more social than you were." says Oberyn with a snort. "There were only three places one could find you when you weren't building that spy network of yours. The library, the training yard, or Arianne's bedchambers when you finally grew." he teases.

"Better than constantly drinking, siring children and fighting." argues Ambrosius.

"Debatable." replies Oberyn with a wrinkle of his nose and a slight shake of his head.

Before anyone else can say something, a cloaked figure appears in front of the throne in a kneeling position. Alarmed, Oberyn and the other guards draw their weapons and point it at the figure.

"The castle has been cleared." calmly reports the figure with a muffled voice despite the weapons being pointed at them. "There were a few spies amongst the servants, and an assassin amongst the kitchen staff. It's why the queen never gets pregnant." claims the figure as Ambrosius gestures for the guards to put their weapons away.

"Thank you Cheshire. From now on I want a squad situated in the castle at all times. Key figures are to be guarded by either you, Viper, Shiva, or Onyx. As of right now however, I order you to take a few months off and go see Artemis. Hand leadership over to Nyssa until Shiva returns." orders Ambrosius, earning a slight nod from the figure before they disappear.

"What was that?" questions Daenerys.

"That was Cheshire, a member of the League of Shadows. A group of spies and assassins that operate under me." answers Ambrosius as he rubs his chin in thought. "When we arrived in the castle there were quite a few presences with negative intentions. As such I dispatched Cheshire to deal with them and to find their purpose. It seems that someone did not want you to continue your family line." he explains.

"No doubt they were hoping for her to die without an heir. That would plunge the kingdoms into absolute chaos." adds Morgan.

"Who could benefit from this?" asks Arianne.

"Quite a few actually, with the Iron Bank of Braavos being the first name that pops into mind. The Baratheon king did owe them a substantial sum of money that was never paid. As far as they are concerned that debt now falls upon you, and clearly you refuse to pay." answers Scáthach.

"There are also Baratheon loyalists that were overlooked when you transitioned to power. As a matter of fact, if your enemies band together they could probably afford an assassin from the House of Black and White." adds Azula. "It would probably be more prudent to remove them entirely."

"Them? The House of Black and White, the Iron Bank of Braavos, or the Baratheon loyalist?" questions Daenerys.

"All of them." responds Azula and Morgan simultaneously.

"Or we can take over the Iron Bank and the House of Black and White, and use them to remove all Baratheon loyalists. This would also give you a stronghold in Braavos hidden from the other Free Cities." suggests Ambrosius.

"How do you propose we go about doing that?" asks Oberyn.

"It is already being done. This is why I have the League of Shadows after all."

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AN:
And another chapter done. After one more Westeros chapter we'll be returning to Fiore and wrapping up Fairy Tail. As usual tell me what you guys think, and suggestions and criticism are welcomed.
 
Chapter was okay. Looking forward to how Ambrosius deals with his son and arianne in the future.

What would be good to add to the chapters would be some small chapter parts where characters like denaerys, makarov and mavis, aang and the gang, and some of the justice league are introduced to other worlds and their reactions to those worlds.

Reading about them compare the universes they visit and the different culture and lifestyle would be interesting.

I would be able to see some characters exchange notes on how each of them deal with their lives and exchanging stories to be a fun read

Doing this would require you to keep the character's personalities, likes, dislikes, etc. in mind to not break immersion though.
 
Chapter was okay. Looking forward to how Ambrosius deals with his son and arianne in the future.

What would be good to add to the chapters would be some small chapter parts where characters like denaerys, makarov and mavis, aang and the gang, and some of the justice league are introduced to other worlds and their reactions to those worlds.

Reading about them compare the universes they visit and the different culture and lifestyle would be interesting.

I would be able to see some characters exchange notes on how each of them deal with their lives and exchanging stories to be a fun read

Doing this would require you to keep the character's personalities, likes, dislikes, etc. in mind to not break immersion though.
I like this idea. I'll try it out
 
You can also show glimpses of each character's daily lives and their thoughts about the situation they find themselves in.

For example: Azula training the amazons while pondering about daemon and what his existence might mean her, will she think about having her own children?, will she talk to morgan and scathach about kids?, etc.

Another example: ambrosius and gang on a normal date. The story intrudes on their date and they curbstomp while saying flirty one-liners to each other and with azula and morgan teasing, scathach blushing, and ambrosius trying and failing because he's slightly picked up batman's sense for flirting, which is a little stilted.
 
Let the Shadoooo Waahhhh commence.
Let the God's Hunt begin.
And may Westeros be forever changed...
Now...
Gotta teach the kid the ways of the family...
And introduce 'im to the the other kids.
 
Welcome to the Family
The Training Fields, The Red Keep

King's Landing, Crownlands

Westeros


Today's morning started out like any other morning for Azula. She awoke in bed, entangled with her belovedes, with the sun very much still hidden away in the horizon. Per usual she was the third one to awake with Morgan being the last. Afterwards she and the others cleaned themselves before eating a small snack and making their way to the training fields. From there, they trained normally before beginning their melee. They continued with their melee until the castle became full of activity and they were joined in the field by Oberyn, the sand snakes, Daenerys, Daemon, and Arianne.

This is how she finds herself watching the spars in the training yard. Currently Daenerys spars with the spear wielding one of the sand snakes, Obara is her name Azula believes, while Daenerys wields a bastard sword herself. From what Azula has seen so far, the Queen is certainly skilled and was trained properly. However she seems to be a bit rusty due to the lack of seeing any actual combat in a while. Her moves are fluid, skilled, and certainly well executed, but unfortunately have quite the wasted movements that easily tire her out.

"She's not bad." comments Morgan from beside Azula. "Certainly a bit rusty and lacking in terms of experience, but still much better than quite a lot of the other men here. In fact, I dare say that she is better than most of them."

"Yes…well I wouldn't consider any of these warriors to be a good measure of skill." answers Azula.

"If you mean by our terms, then certainly. But in terms of this world, they are quite skilled." refutes Scáthach.

"And this world is not a good measure of skill either." replies Azula. "Once the average warrior here can contend with the average warrior of the League of Assassins, then I will recognise their skill." she says as the group watches Obara disarm Daenerys, causing her to yield and ending the spar.

"That is a bit unfair considering the fact that the average member of the League of Assassins is trained in every form of combat. From unarmed combat to swords, to spears." answers Scáthach as Ambrosius pulls Daemon into the sparing circle.

"Well this should be interesting." says Morgan before Azula can answer Scáthach. "I wonder if he has his father's prodigious talent for combat." she questions.

"He does, but I believe that unlike his father he will have to pick a field of combat to specialise in." replies Scáthach.

"What are you on about?" questions Oberyn as he tosses a drinking pouch full of water to Daenerys as she and Obara join them on the side. "Ambrosius specialises in the spear."

"I can see how you would think so, Ambrosius does use the spear so often that one can easily forget that he knows how to wield other weapons." says Scáthach. "The truth of the matter is that he can wield any weapon as masterfully as he does the spear. From the sword, to an axe, or even a warhammer. He simply uses the spear out of preference." she elaborates as they watch Ambrosius pick a blunted longsword and tosses one to his son.

As soon as Daemon catches the sword and sets himself into his fighting stance, Azula and Scáthach's interest seems to peak. They watch as Ambrosius taunts his son into attacking and proceeds to do nothing but deflect or block Daemon's attacks before he himself takes the initiative and attacks Daemon.

"Well isn't this interesting." comments Azula as the group watches Daemon deflect the first attack and proceeds to barely dodge the follow up attacks. "The boy is more suited to be a member of the League as opposed to being a knight." she says as Daemon jumps over a sword swipe to his leg and uses his father's sword as a springboard to launch himself into the air and towards Ambrosius' face with a slash of his sword.

"It certainly seems so." agrees Scáthach. "He makes use of his agility in a way that the assassins of the League do as opposed to how a knight or soldier would. Who taught him this?" she asks as she looks at Oberyn.

"No one. The boy's always moved like that. I figured that it was from all his climbing and running." answers Oberyn.

"I'm sure that most of it can be attributed to that, but the other part is easily talent and instincts." says Morgan as Ambrosius disarms his son with smirk before giving him a proud smile and ruffling his hair. "Oh boy. They are going to be here for a while." she comments as she sees the usual excited glint in Ambrosius' eyes that he gets once he becomes excited about something.

"That's perfect." says Azula as she grabs Arianne and pulls her while walking towards the exit of the training fields despite the other woman's startled protests.

Intrigued, Morgan grabs Scáthach and follows Azula out of the training fields.

"I don't like this." whispers Scáthach as she takes notice of the smile on Azula's face.

"It won't be that bad." reassures Morgan as she too notices the smile on Azula's face.

"Everytime she smiles like that someone suffers in some way, shape, or form." says Scáthach.

"That is an exaggeration." argues Morgan.

"It certainly is not. You only say that because you've never been on the receiving end of that smile." argues Scáthach. "The last time she smiled like that I ended up tied to our bed while you three teased me to no end without allowing me to experience a release." says Scáthach with a glare as they follow Azula into their bedrooms.

"At least the smile isn't for you." says Morgan as she closes the door behind her. "So…what are we doing here Azula?" she asks.

"With Ambrosius busy getting to know his son, I figured that this would be the perfect time to get to know his first love. After all, she is now a member of the family regardless of whether she joins us in bed or not." she explains as she magically cleans herself before turning her training clothes into a dark red dress that accentuates her figure. "And what better way to do that than to talk while taking a stroll through Kings Landing."

"Well I'm certainly interested." says Morgan as she follows Azula's example but decides to wear an emerald green dress that matches her eyes as opposed to a red one.

"Is that all you have planned?" questions Scáthach skeptically.

"*Of course not.*" answers Azula mentally with a scoff even as she verbally says yes for Arianne's sake. "*You know me better than that.*" she admonishes Scáthach.

"*And what exactly do you have planned?*" asks Scáthach as she follows Azula's example and dons a burgundy dress.

"*You'll see.*" answers Azula as she magically cleans Arianne. "What color would you prefer your dress to be?" she asks the puzzled woman.

"And what if I don't want to go along with whatever scheme you've plotted?" asks Arianne as she crosses her arms over her chest, the ring in her hand glinting in the sunlight.

"As if you ever had a choice." answers Azula with a sickeningly sweet voice as she turns Arianne's training gear into a yellow dress before teleporting out of the room with a smirk on her face.

With an exasperated sigh, Scáthach follows with a teleportation of her own while Morgan does so with a grin on her face.

Coming out of the teleportation, Arianne does her best to deal with her nausea due to her sudden displacement while Scáthach and Morgan observe their new surroundings, an alleyway that leads to a heavily populated street.

"Azula, where exactly are we?" asks Scáthach as she observes the countless men and women walking about with many of the women dressed in suggestive dresses while some of the men lecherously look at them as they walk past or walk into different buildings.

"This is the Street of Silk located on the Hill of Rhaenys leading up to the Dragonpit by the west. The street is known for its brothels." answers Azula as Morgan magically helps Arianne deal with her nausea.

"What are we doing here?" asks Arianne.

"On the Street of Silk, there's a particularly high end brothel that has come under new management a few years ago, Chataya's Brothel. The previous owner, Chataya, disappeared under mysterious circumstances and her brothel is now under the ownership of some small Lord named Osgrey who uses it to curry favor with whomever such a tactic would work on." informs Azula. "Your assignment is simple, transfer ownership of the brothel to someone more worthy of it and deal with Lord Osgrey however you see fit."

"That's it?" asks Arianne with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, that's it." answers Azula with a smile. "Morgan will provide you with anything you need using her magic, but you have to complete the assignment manually."

"Very well." says Arianne as she turns to face Morgan. "I'm going to need makeup, a hair tie, and cheap perfume."

"Will that be all?" asks Morgan as she conjures the required materials for Arianne.

"That will be all." answers Arianne as she proceeds to lighten her complexion using the makeup, accentuating her cheekbones, covering the smell of her own perfume with the cheap one's and pulling her hair into a messy bun before returning the makeup to Morgan. "The dress, it needs to be a bit looser." says Arianne as she points to her breasts.

With a raised eyebrow Azula grants her requests and loosens the dress, allowing her breasts to hang freely and to move no matter how small her movement, bringing attention to them. She then proceeds to ask Azula ro create a slit on the side of her legs. Satisfied with the dress, Arianne parts the slit on her left leg, showcasing a set of pouches tied to her thigh. Grabbing three of them, she proceeds to empty their contents into a single pouch before crushing them.

"What is this?" asks Scáthach.

"This is a concoction that Tyene and I stumbled upon. When ingested, it makes the person susceptible to any suggestion." explains Arianne as she crushes the herbs into a fine powder twisting her ring, causing a small compartment to open in the ring where she deposits the powder.

"That's an interesting mechanism." comments Morgan.

"It was a gift from Ambrosius." informs Arianne with a smile before she turns to Azula. "Is Lord Osgrey going to be there?" she asks.

"Maybe, maybe not." answers Azula with a shrug.

With a roll of her eyes Arianne slightly puffs out her chest and adjusts her posture before walking out of the alleyway with her hips swaying.

"I like her." says Morgan with a smirk as they watch Arianne make her way to Chataya's Brothel.

"She does have a fire in her. No wonder Ambrosius fell for her." agrees Scáthach before she turns to Azula. "When did you find all of this information to set this up?" she asks.

"Last night, before coming to bed." answers Azula. "I wanted to see what she's made of since she's now part of the family. After all, a chain is only as strong as its weakest link." she says before they begin to follow Arianne, unseen by everyone.

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Making her to Charaya's Brothel, a two story tall building with a stone ground floor and a timber upper floor with many of its windows leaded and an ornate lamp of gilded metal and scarlet glass swings over the door, Arianne gives the two sellswords guarding it a sultry smile before walking in.

Inside the entrance the air smells of exotic spice. Its floor displays a mosaic of two women entwined in love. Behind an ornate Myrish screen that has been carved with flowers, fancies, and dreaming maidens, one can find the common room. It has a cushioned alcove and a leaded colored glass window where sunlight pours through and a young man can be found playing the pipes.

As Arianne makes her way towards the common room, a beautiful woman in a silk dress and no older than her approaches her.

"How may I help you?" asks the woman.

"Lord Stackhouse has sent me here. I am to entertain Lord Osgrey." confidently answers Arianne with a pleasant smile on her face even as she notices a bruise hidden under the woman's sleeves and other signs of physical abuse.

"Oh." says the woman while barely hiding the pity in her voice as she plasters a fake smile on her face. "Lord Osgrey barely shows up unfortunately, so you'll have to speak to his overseer, Armory." she says as she leads Arianne into the second floor through a spiraling staircase and towards a room at the end of a corridor where she gently knocks on the door.

"Enter." orders a high, thin voice.

"You have a visitor Ser." says the woman as she walks in with a bow with Arianne following behind her.

"Who are you?" lecherously asks the man as his eyes travel up and down Arianne's figure.

"My name is Aelinor, Ser." sultrily answers Arianne as she bats her eyelashes at him, all the while hiding her disgust for the piggish man sitting behind the desk. Ser Amory is a stout man with a piggy face, and little pig's eyes. He once was a knight of the Lannisters, but when the main branch of the Lannister family was taken down and the Martells rose to power, he quickly cut all ties with them for fear of being also targeted himself. Eventually he found himself under the employ of Lord Osgrey, running the man's brothel and being his muscle.

"How may I help you Aelinor?" asks Armory as he stands from his seat and makes his way to Arianne, ignoring the leaving woman and completely missing Arianne twisting the ring on her finger.

"You are mistaken Ser, you cannot help me. Rather I can help you." replies Arianne as she steps into Armory's personal space and blows the powder onto his face.

Startled, Armory is unable to react in time as Arianne smashes her fist into his throat, blocking his airway, before she smashes her other fist onto his face, breaking his nose with a crunching sound. Not willing to allow him any reprieve, she knees him in between the legs, causing him to stumble to the ground in pain and unable to scream in pain due to his blocked airways. Once Armory is on the ground, Arianne smashes her foot on the side of his head, knocking him out.

With that done, Arianne makes her way to the desk and begins to rummage through it for anything of use. She knows that the papers of ownership should at least be somewhere in this room since Daenerys has sanctioned the gold cloaks to undertake random inspections of businesses and part of the inspection requires for the overseers to produce the papers to show who owns the business. She also knows that buying off the gold cloaks is near impossible since Daenerys has a habit of randomly checking up on them and the last gold cloak who was crooked was fed to one of her dragons to set an example.

Not finding what she is looking for, Arianne grabs a pouch tied to her thigh full of smelling salts and wakes Amory with it.

"Stand up Armory." orders Arianne as she tests out the results of her powder to his face.

Without a word of protest, Amory stands up, faces Arianne and awaits her command.

"Find me the papers of ownership for this brothel and any documents with incriminating information on Lord Osgrey." she commands.

Like the first time, Armory obeys and makes his way to his desk where he opens a hidden compartment full of documents that he passes on to Arianne with the paper of ownership at the top. Taking the documents, Arianne inspects the papers of ownership.

"Smart." quietly comments Arianne as she notices that the brothel is written to be under Armory's ownership in case any illegal activities are found in there.

"Transfer ownership to Oberyn Martell, take off your pants, then go to sleep while sitting on your chair." orders Arianne as she hands the paper back to Armory.

Without a word of protest, Armory pens a document that transfers ownership of the brothel to Oberyn before he removes his pants, then sits down on his chair to sleep.

Satisfied, Arianne lets her hair fall down, ruffles her clothes, and ruins her makeup, giving her the disheveled appearance of a woman who has just had sex. With a smile plastered on her face, Arianne makes her way out of the brothel unbothered and back into the alleyway where she finds Morgan, Azula, and Scáthach waiting for her.

"Not bad." comments Azula with a smile on her face. "That was quite well done." she compliments.

"Yes…well, sex isn't the only thing Ambrosius and I did when we were together. He also taught me quite a bit." replies Arianne with a smirk as she hands Azula all of the documents.

"We can tell, and while you did a splendid job, I do wonder what will stop Armory from seeking you out or telling of his encounter with you?" asks Morgan.

"He won't remember. For some reason the victim forgets everything that happened while under the influence of the concoction." answers Arianne. "He will only remember me entering the room, my name, and nothing else." she explains as she fixes her posture and wipes the makeup from her face using the sleeves of dress.

"Oh, I like you." says Morgan and Azula simultaneously with smirks on their faces while Scáthach merely rolls her eyes and internally laments the trouble the trio of them could get into.

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Small Village,

Outskirts of the Kingdom of Fiore


On the outskirts of Fiore, a small village can be found burning to the ground in the wake of an attack from an army. Within the village, a mother, Judith, can be found cradling the dead body of her daughter as tears fall down her face.

"Inanna…" sobs the mother as she slowly rocks back and forth and tightly hugs the body of her deceased daughter. "Mommy should have been there, I'm sorry." she says as she gently places her daughter's body down before her eyes are drawn to a piece of paper tightly clutched in her daughter's grip. Gently taking the paper from her daughter, the mother's eyes inspect the moving picture that depicts none other than Azula in her armor walking past an army as they fight amongst themselves as opposed to fighting her.

Seeing the picture, the mother is reminded of their first encounter with Azula and all of their subsequent encounters after that. As a merchant, she has always traveled to Magnolia for business, and had eventually taken Inanna with her when her daughter grew to be big enough. It was on Inanna's first trip that they had met Azula who had no problem entertaining her daughter. They had met Azula a few other times after that, but it was never really anything substantial. Still, Judith hopes that their brief meetings will be enough for Azula to accept her requests of vengeance, even if she has to pay her for it. If not for her, at least for Inanna.

With her mind made up, Judith wipes the tears from her eyes and begins to make her way to Magnolia with the moving picture of Azula in hand.

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AN: Here's another chapter for this week. My final test is next week, so don't expect anything until then. As usual tell me what you guys think, and suggestions and criticism are welcomed. Also, I have an idea for the last two jumps. They won't be vacation jumps and will put Ambrosius, Azula, Scáthach, and Morgan in the world I decide without any of their powers or skills. So they'll have to use the powers of that world and relearn all of their skills such as hand-to-hand combat, poison, etc… It'll essentially be farewell arcs of the Malphas family before I officially end the story. A back to the basics arcs as farewell. If I did that the worlds that they visit would be something like Naruto and DBZ. I'd love to hear if you guys would be interested.

I also have an idea for a sequel featuring one of their biological children who decided that he would love to just adventure and seal his divinity just for the purpose of doing so. It would focus more on science as opposed to magic. So you could expect things like super soldier serums, tech armor, etc… Tell me if you guys would be interested.
 
Honestly? Found this particular chapter a bit dull. Just wasn't much happening and what did was a bit inconsequential. I guess it's harder to write about meaningful things at this point in the Jumpchain...

I would be really interested in seeing a new Jumpchain more SciFi elements and much slower progression. A mixture of magic and sci-fi however would mean we'd be able to see tech vs magic kind of scenarios etc.

Also I think it might be better if it's a normal OC than a Malphas kid? Would feel like there's far more room to grow as a character that way as I would expect a Malphas kid to be fully trained in various things, but that's just me. If there is a new Jumpchain, personally would like to read more about the inbetween jump parts with warehouse organising, dry dock stuff (for spaceships) etc as well as some more personal musings on each option selected on the perk/drawback list. Sometimes it's hard to tell the reasoning behind things and it's often a pain to find the appropriate CYOA and read through all the descriptions to see what's happening.

Would be cool to see more low risk, short jumps too like Monopoly, Farmville, etc. Whilst these might be easy, they should give some really interesting perks.

I was reading Carl the Jumper on FanFiction.net recently and it's very long (700k+) and fairly descriptive (compared to most others) Jumpchain and some of the things above was from that. There are quite a few improvements the author could make especially on character interactions, but it's not bad at all I reckon.

Anyways, I've loved this series so far, thanks for your hard work! And good luck with you final test!
 
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