Nemrut's Collection of One-Shots, First Chapters and Ideas

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So, as the title says, I intend to use this thread to post first chapters and one-shots. Maybe I will develop them further, maybe not. Maybe someone else will want to continue them or be inspired by them or just want to criticize/talk about them, we'll see, but hopefully, you guys will get some joy from this.

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Mythic Gangs 1 (Worm AU)
It had taken two weeks of gathering all the necessary information. She had talked to the Winslow secretary, she had inquired in the registry office, she had talked with various people, like old neighbors and it had even taken a bribe here and there for her to learn via the mailing list of the Brockton Bay university where Taylor had apparently been studying for a few months already. It had been a surprise to find out where Taylor lived.

In the end, she wasn't living that far away from where her parents were living, maybe a ten-minute drive, still in a very good part of the town. It was a tall apartment complex and apparently, she was living with a Lisa Wilbourn, a young woman who was a year or two older than Taylor and was apparently making her money as a financial advisor.

She didn't know when or how they met but she really hoped Taylor was alright. After a deep breath, she rang the buzzer to the Wilbourn apartment, and she waited. After twenty seconds or so, until the intercom came to life with a crinkle. "Who is it?" asked a girl's voice which may or may not be Taylor's.

"My name is Anne Barnes, I am an old acquaintance of Taylor's and I wanted to speak with her."

There was a silence for a few seconds and Anne could almost hear her heartbeat before the intercom responded. "Anne?"

"Taylor, is that you?"

"Why have you come?"

"I recently came back to the Bay and I just learned about your father and I guess I wanted to check up on you to make sure. I am so sorry it comes way too late." She paused for a second, "Is it okay if I come up?"

This time, the silence lasted for longer and Anne was afraid that Taylor had decided to ignore her but after a felt minor eternity, an electric buzzing and a small click sound made her aware that the door was now open. "5th floor, door on the left from the elevator."

"Thank you." Anne was so relieved she almost felt like crying. It didn't take long to take the elevator up. As expected, the whole building so far was clean and well maintained. When she stood in front of the apartment door, she was clenching her fists strong enough to feel a bit of pain. But pain was good now. It was easy to think the worst, in many ways. How would Taylor react or feel about seeing her? She really had no good excuse. As much as she felt that her family had dropped the ball, she had done the same as well and Taylor had no reason beyond old nostalgia to feel positive towards her. Then there was the worry about Taylor, how she had lived years as an orphan, all alone and now, a short two years later, still under 18 but living now with a slightly older, rich woman. There were good, comforting explanations, but many more concerning, tragic ones and she desperately hoped for the better.

She didn't know if she could live with the fact that her selfish ignorance and lack of care led to Taylor being preyed on by some wealthy predator or worse.

Just as she was once again trying to summon her bravery and knock, the door opened and she stood in front of a young woman who was towering over her. She was wearing glasses, her long wavy hair was going down her shoulders but it was still the same face, if lacking the baby-fat she still had when Anne had last seen her. There was no smile on that face though, just a wary frown.


Thank god, she looks healthy. She wasn't starving or injured. Anne felt her eyes burn. Ever since she had known Taylor lived in a fancy apartment in this part of town, she had known, intellectually, that she most certainly hadn't starved and most likely was physically okay, but she still had worried.

"Hey," said Taylor awkwardly, taking a step back, "do you want to come in? I would rather not do this out here."

"Thank you," Anne chocked out, quickly wiping away the few tears that had escaped her eyes, before entering. The second Taylor had closed the door, Anne couldn't hold it back anymore and hugged her. Anne felt Taylor freeze but she couldn't stop herself if she wanted to. "Thank god you are alive, thank god you are healthy. I am so, so sorry Taylor. Sorry. Sorry." She tried to get the words out but she knew she had slurred the words here and there. She was crying and shaking. Taylor was alive. She was alive for certain. It wasn't someone else.

She felt Taylor pat her back, slow and hesitant. "It is all alright, Anne," Taylor said, her voice low and somber, although Anne thought she heard something inside it. "Come, sit down."

Taylor let her to what must have been the living room. She hadn't even taken her shoes off but it seemed Taylor didn't care about that. In short order Taylor had taken her jacket and scarf, had given her a box of tissues and a big glass of water and now, five minutes later, she had even prepared some black tea and put down two cups on the table, with some milk and lemons beside it. She had even served some biscuits.

Anne had just finished cleaning her nose when Taylor sat down on the coach next to the one she was sitting, looking at her, still a sad frown on her face.

"How did you find me?" she asked, her voice firm, eyes boring into Anne's. When did Taylor become so fierce. She was totally unlike the cheerful chatterbox she remembered hanging on her every word.


I guess she was forced to grow up like that, because of me. Anne tried to speak but her voice cracked so she was forced to clear her throat first, clenching the new tissue she had just grabbed even harder. "Excuse me," she said, taking a quick sip of water, "I found that you had registered this place as the home for the university to send the mail to and I decided to try to come here myself. It was a bit of a longshot because I wasn't even sure if it was you but I am so glad it was."

Taylor gave a slow nod. "I'm sure there is more to that story, which I also want to know, but I confess, I'm more curious as to why you even bothered." Her arms were crossed over her chest as she leaned back into the sofa, her eyes still on Anne. "If it was only to assuage your conscience, well, I am alive and well."

Anne felt a pang in her chest at that but it wasn't like she didn't have that one coming. She had all but abandoned Taylor in her time of need for years, only to search her way after the fact and immediately start crying, making it all about herself. Anne knew that Taylor had every reason to be suspicious and wary right now. "I…I'm so sorry Taylor. I don't want to make excuses, I all but forgot about you. I never called. I asked my family once or twice about you but they also hadn't seen you for a while but there was always something else occupying my thoughts so I never put any of my attention to that. I moved back to Brockton a few weeks ago and when I then asked about you guys, I learned that your father had died years ago and that you had disappeared. And…and I guess, I just wanted to make sure you were still alive and well and see if I can help if you need any. It is way, way too late, I understand that. And if you want me to leave and never talk to you again, I also get that, and I know it sounds unconvincing when I say that but I really needed to see for myself if you were doing well or not."

"Well, not to repeat myself but I am healthy, I have a roof over my head and as you also know, I am currently studying. So, all things considered, I am doing reasonably well. I appreciate your…concern." She said, her voice even, and her expression didn't change.

"I'm glad that you managed to land on your feet. And the person you are living with, is she…I mean, are you alri-, well, do you nee-"

"I am not living with a sugar mama or an abuser, if that is what you are asking," Taylor interrupted Anne, and the first emotion that Anne definitely could make out entered her voice and it was amusement of all things.

Anne felt once again relief flood her body and she sank back into the coach, closing her eyes. She had imagined the most horrible scenarios and to find out that they had not happened, it made her feel so, so relieved. "Thank god," she whispered.

"Lisa is a good friend," Taylor elaborated, "the apartment is registered under her name, just to make things easier, but we are sharing rent and all." She sighed a bit, apparently knowing that Anne was desperate for more information. "We met a bit before dad's death and she was helpful and supportive. She even found a job for me, of sorts. Recruited me, and all and we have been working together ever since."

"You are also consulting for financial issues?" Anne asked, surprised. Taylor was still so young.

A small, wry smile appeared on her lips. "That's a good way to describe it, I think. It is mainly…administrative but I found I am good at talking with people and letting them see my way of thinking. It is helpful in this line of work. But I am also studying, of course, so, it is more of a side job."

"Oh, okay," Anne had still so many questions and the way Taylor reacted made her a bit suspicious, even beyond the already very suspicious financial advisor duo thing which two girls even younger than her were doing. It wasn't impossible but unlikely. She also didn't want to spook Taylor by accusing her of anything and truth to be told, as long as Taylor was safe and not in a gang or anything, Anne was alright with that. "Is that why you never went to my parents? Not that I am blaming you for that or anything, but I guess I am just curious. I understand that there was something of a falling out between you and Emma, even though Emma is frustratingly tightlipped about the details on that, but surely mom and dad would have helped regardless at that point."

Taylor shrugged, "honestly, we had it handled at that point. Truth to be told, I never even considered that as an option and in hindsight I wouldn't have changed that. Things weren't ideal, but given the circumstances, I feel like things worked out reasonably well."

Anne didn't know what to say to that, so she took a sip of the tea. "I…I guess I'm glad that you managed to land on your feet, Taylor, I just wish you hadn't been alone but for another young girl and instead had the support network necessary but I can't blame you for that, that was on me and my family. We should have helped but we didn't."

Before Anne could add another apology, Taylor interjected. "I appreciate the sentiment, really, but I would prefer to move on from this. You had no real obligation, I was the friend of your young sister, not your ward or responsibility and I never blamed you or your parents for not intervening. I certainly didn't tell you guys. It's not like I asked and you rejected me. So, as far as I am concerned, I have no grudge with you or your parents."


But you have one with Emma?

"I can't say this changes my feelings on the matter, but I can respect your stance there," Anne fidgeted a bit on her seat, and took another sip. "Can I ask you what happened between you and Emma? I can't help but notice that you left out Emma out of your no grudge list."

Taylor let out a dry laugh, "I did, didn't I? Well, there is no real grudge against Emma either. Emma and I went our different ways long ago, and I see no reason to look back on that as well. Some things happened, unkind words were said and life took us on different paths. That's really all there is to it."


What about the bullying? What about the various reports in your school file that you were apparently spreading rumors or trying to get Emma into trouble? What about your injuries and the locker thing? What about punching Emma? What about your bad grades? What about disappearing from school only to get your graduation via testing out later on?

There were so many questions Anne wanted to ask, so much conflicting information. She just couldn't reconcile the partly contradictory school reports of Taylor with either the young girl she knew in her childhood or the young woman sitting in front of her. "Emma is going to university in Boston," Anne said, her hands embracing the warm tea cup. "she is studying journalism but is still doing some modeling on the side."
Taylor took a sip from her tea, "I wish her the best," Taylor said after she put down her cup. "Was there anything else you wanted to know? I hope you were able to put your concerns to rest. As you can see, I am doing well and am in no need of help, although I do thank you for coming out of your way like that."


Are you involved with crime? What happened with Emma? What happened to you? There were plenty of questions she wanted to ask, but no way to ask them without coming across as an insensitive and disingenuous busybody. At the very least, her shared apartment, while having plenty of things like high end television or expensive sofas, was bereft of any open concerning memorabilia. Nothing indicating gang affiliation, or white nationalism or drug use. That might just mean that Taylor is too smart to give herself away but Anne chose to see that as a sign that whatever Taylor did to attain her level of financial security and lifestyle wasn't involving the worst kinds of crime. "No, thank you. I don't want to keep you for much longer. I am intruding enough as it is but would you mind if we kept in contact? It would really put my mind at ease if I could call you from time to time."

Taylor thought it over for a bit, before shrugging. "Sure, why not? Let me grab my phone."

With that, she stood up, walked to another room and came back twenty seconds later with a smartphone. They exchanged numbers, Anne felt a bit of her anxiety ebb away. She took a closer look at Taylor. Taylor had gotten taller than her, at least one foot and while she was still thin, she was no longer skinny and she could see that Taylor had put on a bit more muscle as well, as the T-shirt she was wearing was revealing her arms. She was by no means a body builder but there was definition to her muscles. As far as her clothes went, she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, since the flat was well heated that was something she could get away with. Yes, she definitely looked healthy. She was alive, healthy and financially well off. True, she had concerns about where that money was coming from, barring Taylor having extraordinary luck, but given how so much wealth in this country or in the world as a whole came from reprehensible methods, she was reasonably certain that in comparison, Taylor's means were not nearly as bad.

She would hate to see Taylor in jail, but people got away with a lot and Taylor wasn't making any waves as far as she could tell, so for the moment, she was happy. She would keep talking to Taylor, to get her to open up to her and hopefully be able to steer her away from negative influences.

"Thank you for your patience with me, and once again, I am deeply sorry for everything. I know you don't feel that way but I will make it up to you. If you ever need anything, whatever it is, please, call me. Whatever it is, no matter the time." Anne was making sure to empathize that without making it seem like she was judging. "If your current lifestyle or profession proves to be…unstable or risky, please, my door is always open, no matter what. I have a small flat downtown and I-"

"I got it," interrupted Taylor again, again, a bemused smiled on her face, "and my profession is as safe as this type of career gets. Certainly, safer than most although I do appreciate the concern or offer there."

Anne was thinking it over whether or not she should Taylor something that would drastically change the way she would perceive her but ultimately decided against it. That was too soon, she first wanted to build something of a relationship before she dropped a bomb like that. Especially since she herself wasn't sure what she should do in that regard.

"Yeah, sorry, "Anne said, giving Taylor a small smile. "Take care, Taylor."
"You as well, thanks for the visit."

And with that, Anne had put on her scarf and jacket and left the apartment. Soon enough, she was out of the building, walking away. While she had a lot to think about, realistically speaking, this had gone about as well as she could have reasonably expected it to. Taylor was doing okay, hell, she was doing more than okay, she was doing seemingly really good. She hadn't cursed at her or thrown her out, she was alive, healthy and well off. Anything else could wait, for now, that was a win for Anne. That had been her number one priority in the last few weeks and now, while she would still periodically check up on Taylor and make sure she was okay, now she could focus her attention on her initial reason as to why she chose to come back to Brockton Bay as opposed to any other city that wasn't an active hell-hole. Whatever minor embezzling or whatever Taylor was involved in, it probably involved ripping off some rich asshole or firm and Anne wasn't going to lose any sleep over that.

She let out a long breath, feeling the tension leaving her body, as if a weight had dropped from her shoulders. She could now focus on the things she came to the Bay for. But her now good mood was immediately ruined when two men who couldn't have more obviously been law enforcement approached her, flashing their badges. "Ms Barnes, would you please come with us. We have a few questions to ask you." The one who asked her was in his 40s, his face shaved and his brown hairline was already receding.


Great. "I want my lawyer," she immediately said.

"Ms Barnes, you are not in any trouble, we just want to ask a few questions."

"That's good to hear," Anne replied, "I still want my lawyer."

That seemed to annoy the two police as their frowns indicated. The other cop, the younger, looked like he wanted to snap and say something, but his partner spoke before he could. "Very well," he said, before pulling out a business card and handed it to her. "Please come tomorrow, with your lawyer, to our precinct and ask for me. We expect you to arrive no later than 12." With that, he turned around and walked away, his partner shooting Anne a dirty look before he also left.

Anne knew it was the wrong thing to do but she was too curious not to ask. "What about?" she wasn't quite yelling but loud enough for them to still hear her.

The older cop stopped, turned his head halfway before answering. "Your visit to Taylor Hebert, of course." And with that he resumed his walk, leaving Anne bewildered, scared and worried.


Oh Taylor, what did you do?
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What followed had been a hectic conversation with the lawyer her insurance provided her with, whom she talked with for the first time and a sleepless night. The next day, Anne was waiting for her lawyer in front of the precinct. She was relieved to see him coming. A portly man in his early 50s, with short, black hair which was slowly turning gray, wearing a long and seemingly expensive brown jacket hurried towards her.

"Good day, Miss Barnes," he greeted her, a cheerful smile on his lips, "are you ready?"

"Hello Mr. Roth. I think so, but I'm also rather nervous."

"Understandable, being questioned by the police is never pleasant and rarely productive," answered her, and barked out a quick laugh to which a passing police officer shot him a quick glare, which he was unable to see. "And I must praise you again to having insisted on meeting me first. Too many make a mistake there and quite often, that can have unfortunate consequences." He checked his watch. "Anyway, we shouldn't make them wait, they will already be disgruntled enough. Just remember what we talked about yesterday. Stick to the answers we have mostly worked out and if there is a question asked we didn't prepare for, wait for my queue whether to answer or not, alright?"

"Sure, it's not like there is much I know." And even less that I want to share with the police. In all honestly, Anne was here to learn why the police were interested in Taylor in the first place and learn about Taylor from them. This was already too dicey, but if the police were this interested in whatever Taylor was doing, she couldn't afford to put that on the backburner.

Entering the police precinct was weird. She hadn't even been in one, but she had watched the occasional police procedural or seen them in movies and it was familiar enough for her to get a bizarre case of déjà vu when they were directed to an empty room. It was a normal room, with desks, window, chairs and other office things. No huge mirror and almost empty room that was usually the way interrogation rooms were portrayed and Anne had no idea how accurate that image was.

They only had to wait for a few minutes before the police officer from yesterday walked in.

"Thank you for coming," the older cop, his business card had identified him as detective Daniel Johnson, had greeted them with as he shook both of their hands. "As I said yesterday, Miss Barnes here is not under investigation or trouble. Rather, due to her surprise meeting yesterday, she has become a potential source of knowledge for our ongoing investigation into Miss Taylor Hebert."

Anne desperately wanted to know what they were investigating her for but her lawyer had cautioned her to not talk too much. Police might take that as a sign of guilt and while it might raise their suspicions, it also couldn't be used to form a noose to hang her with and that was a lot more important. So she just nodded, gripping the scarf she had taken off even harder in her hands.

"Now, Miss Barnes, could you please tell me your relationship with Miss Hebert."

That had been a question she was prepared for, given how obvious it was. "Our families were close for quite a long time. I knew her family before she was born, and she was best friends for all her childhood with my younger sister Emma. I then left for university roughly five years ago and didn't have any contact with her after that, until yesterday when I visited her."

"What prompted that visited, after going so long without contact?" He had pen and paper in front of himself, taking notes.

"Well, upon my return to Brockton, after I had moved in, I remembered the Heberts and inquired about them. I hadn't really much thought about them, I was just assuming that they were doing the same as always, with Emma and Taylor being friends and because it was unremarkable, no one had mentioned anything to me. But then I learned that Danny, that is Taylor's father, had died two years ago when Taylor was like 15 and no one in my family knew what happened to her because apparently Taylor and Emma had stopped being friends. I was shocked and saddened to hear that, and also worried for Taylor so I looked for her to make sure she was okay. I met her yesterday. I saw and heard from her that she was doing fine and I was relieved. I only talked with her like, I think half an hour at most. Then I left and met you guys."

Johnson hummed in agreement, taking down a few more notes. "And did she tell you how a girl not even sixteen years of age managed to survive and navigate our complex world as an orphan with no help from family, family friends or the state?"

"Apparently she had a good friend who helped her although she didn't elaborate."

"I am sure she didn't," he mused, scratching his chin twice with his pen. "and do you have any ideas as to what she might have done?"

She had a few ideas but none that she was wiling to share with police. "Not really, I am sure she navigated within the legal framework, whatever she did. Taylor was a good kid."

The man snorted, "That kid has changed, Miss Barnes. If you want to feel better, you can believe that her tragic circumstances directed her onto that path, but in the end, the whys and how's don't matter."

Anne frowned. That was exactly the sort of thing she didn't want to hear from a police officer but what she all too often heard happening. While she hadn't set a foot inside a police station, she had been mixing with activist circles and police brutality and issues surrounding that were frequent topics of interest. "Could you tell me what you suspect Taylor of doing?" she finally asked.

"I was wondering when you would get around to asking that," he glanced at Mr. Roth who so far had been silent and was staring at Johnson. "We strongly suspect, I would even go as far as say know but cannot prove, that Miss Taylor has connections and involvement with some elements of the criminal parahuman underbelly of Brockton Bay."

Anne was so shocked, she couldn't answer but thankfully her lawyer involved himself for the first time so far. "That is quite an accusation to make," he said.

"Her money, her "job"" and the way he pronounced the word job made it very clear that he was having a lot of disdain for it, "the way her papers and documentation work for a minor and the way she got it all above board shows a certain level of influence that she by all means should not have. We have also been informed that someone with her distinct stature was seen close to some crime scenes or once close to other individuals of interest in parahuman crime."

"That is all very vague, detective. But isn't the fact that you have jurisdiction there proof enough that Miss Hebert might not be involved at all? If there was parahuman involvement, surely this would be in PRT hands."

"It is circumstantial," Johnson agreed, "and nothing concrete yet, which is why it is here, with me, not with my fine colleagues. But we also have enough to warrant surveillance of her place and be allowed to question her visitors, which is why we have you here, Miss Barnes."

"So it is her suspicious and unbelievable financial situation and security that has you so invested in her?" Anne asked, disbelief in her voice, "it's not like even a crime or something similar?"

"We have our reasons, Miss Barnes. You don't have to like them." Johnson evenly replied as he tore out the pages with his notes, folded them and placed them inside the pocket of his pants.

"I am just surprised that Taylor is your person of interest rather than the numerous gangs or outright evil threats like the white supremacist terrorist organization."
Johnson scowled a bit at that. "There are complexities in all these things that are not always obvious to people who are uninvolved like you that can make these issues seem strange. But even if Miss Hebert might not be on the same level of threat as a gang like the ABB, it doesn't make her activities any less illegal. The law is for everyone to obey, Miss Barnes, even for those you like or deem permissible to break them."

"That is a very unkind interpretation of her words, detective," Mr Roth chided him, "And I think this interview should conclude now anyway, as my client has told you everything pertinent about Miss Hebert which she knows."

"I hope she did," Mr. Johnson said, as he rose from his chair, "you have my number, in case you remain in contact with Miss Hebert and learn anything suspicious or relevant to our discussion today, please contact me. Feel free to tell her of our conversation anyway, Miss Hebert and I talked more than once, and she knows we are on to her and that we like to talk with those who visit her apartment."

Anne didn't respond with words, just gave him a curt nod, before she turned around, and strode out of the room without saying goodbye. Then again, Johnson didn't thank her or say goodbye either, so she didn't feel bad about that, something Mr. Roth seemed to agree with as he grumbled under his breath about his rudeness while walking next to her. They didn't talk while in the precinct, they didn't even talk until they were a bit away from the police station.

"What a piece of work," he grumbled, "As you see, Miss Barnes, never talk to police without a lawyer. Today, thankfully, he didn't seem set out to get you but he definitely has shown that he wouldn't care if he trampled over you to get to Miss Hebert who for some reason or another seems to have become a fixed target for him."

"Do you think Taylor is guilty of the vague criminal things he said?" Taylor did something, Anne was suspecting it herself, but nothing so overblown as the cop was saying.

Mr. Roth just shrugged, "who knows, doesn't really matter anyway. If you want my advice, stay away from this Miss Hebert and stay clear from this cop, just keep yourself out of the whole situation. If you get drawn in again, feel free to contact me."

Anne nodded, even though she knew she would not stay away from this. She had to get to the bottom of this, but she needed more information. She would have to enter the capescene sooner than she expected.
 
The Return of the King 1 (Fate Zero Time Travel)
She had lost everything. Again. She had failed. Again.

Betrayed by her master, who had proven himself a monster again and again, so often that it had been completely her fault that he she hadn't seen his betrayal at the end coming. She had been so certain that he at least had believed in his twisted dream, but she had been wrong. So caught up was she in her own desire for the Grail, that she had went along with him until it was too late to stop him.

Her love and affection for Irisviel had stayed her hand. She had believed in Irisviel who in turn had believed in Kiritsugu.

Every mistake that had led to the downfall of her kingdom, she had repeated once more in this war.

She had even found herself at the same spot. Alone, surrounded by the dead, wounded , covered in blood. Her son, slain by her hand. The bodies of her soldiers and fellow knights. The bodies of those who had taken up arms against her. The corpses of all she had failed.

A scream tore itself out of her sore throat and Arturia Pendragon cried and wailed.

She didn't know how long she was there. Her body was numb, with flashes of pain searing her flesh, the smell of blood, flesh, smoke, urine and excrement covering the area and there was no time at this place.

It could have been an hour, it could have been a month, but the one thing that pulled Arturia out of her miserable state was the same pull that had led her into the Holy Grail War the last time.

Another summon, another chance. Hope blossomed in her chest, her mind started racing.

This time she would do things right. No more mistakes, no more indulging masters. This time, she would be more resolute, more active. Steel her heart and pursue her goals and ideals without affection and sentimentality causing her downfall.


This time I will do things right!

That was the thought that went through her mind as bitter tears rolled down her cheeks and she disappeared in a golden flash.

The summoning was both, uncomfortable and soothing. She felt herself falling but it lacked the feeling in her stomach that usually accompanied that. On the good side, she felt her wounds knitting themselves closed, she even felt her own blood replenishing. She felt the grime and smoke vanishing from her body, leaving everything pristine and intact.

When she found herself once more in the real world, she once again looked the splendid hero of legend, no matter how little she felt like one.
But when Arturia took in where she was, she saw the familiar interior of a gothic church, with two equally familiar individuals standing in front of her. One a beautiful woman with pale skin, white hair and red eyes, her pink lips gaping and her eyes wide in surprise. The other was a man wearing dark clothes, messy hair and cold, dead eyes as he was watching her, calculating. Judging.

For ten seconds, no one said anything. Arturia was paralyzed. She couldn't move, couldn't think. Irisiviel and Kiritsugu. She felt relief and happiness that Irisviel was alive and well once more and she felt unfathomable rage and anger at Kiritsugu standing before her, the man who was going to humiliate and betray her.

The man who would only speak to her to use a command seal.

For a brief second, Arturia contemplated separating his head from his shoulders right here and now. If there was an individual that deserved justice meted out like that, it was him.

Two things stayed her hand. One, Irisviel was still under his influence. The poor girl had been conditioned due to her inexperience naivety by the fiend and would no doubt take it horribly if Arturia were to kill her beloved here. The other was a more pragmatic reason, that she would be left without a master.

And remembering the masters she had seen last time around, it wasn't like the others were that much better than Kiritsugu. Not as horrible as him, yes, desirable choices, not really. Especially since if she remembered correctly, they were in Germany right now and the Holy Grail War would happen in Japan. She might hold out for a few hours without a master, maybe a day if she stretched things but get to Japan or find the other Masters?

Unlikely at best.

Not to mention that the only one who had earned her respect even a little had been Rider's Master and he was just a boy.
Still, she would take a master as a child rather than any of the disgraceful creatures running around.

Then again, the perfect master was standing right in front of her, who had, in fact pretended to be her master throughout most of the last war.
Yes, Arturia was convinced, this was the path ahead of her. She would keep her knowledge for herself for now, only the gods knew what a depraved soul such as him would do with that information. Would he order her to kill herself to try his luck otherwise or would he shame her in new ways?

No, it was prudent to not let him in on anything. Not until it was the right time to strike. She needed to secure Irisviel first.

The silence, Arturia now realized, had stretched for a few minutes now, everyone spellbound by her own aggression. Arturia took a deep breath and banished any such thoughts.

For her kingdom, for her country and for her people she would swallow her pride once more.

But not completely, she had been far too tolerant of transgressions against her and it hadn't been to her advantage.

"I am Arturia Pendragon, The Once and Future King of Britain, Lord Protector of the British Isles, Wielder of Excalibur by the grace of the Lady of the Lake and I am Saber for the duration of this Holy Grail War," she declared, her eyes drilling sharply into Kiritsugu. Last time, she had behaved more like a knight, this time she would be a king. One last time before she had her wish.

Her master didn't say anything, instead he turned around and started walking away," Iri, you take care of her for now."

"But-," Irisviel started, sending him a concerned look but ultimately nodded and gave a weak smile.

Saber was undecided. She was unwilling to fall into the same dynamic as last time, but she also wanted a similar if not stronger relationship to Irisviel and she wasn't sure how she would react to harshness towards her husband if he was around too much.

But as she saw Kiritsugu nearly leaving the chapel, she knew she couldn't let things happen in the same vain as last time.

"Halt!" she ordered, her voice sharp and loud, echoing through the church. A surge of magic and raw power surged through her body, rattling the extravagant windows and even cracked the stone she was standing on. This was the voice of a king who had ruled for decades and it was an order that even the Magus Killer obeyed. It was a voice that didn't need to say "or else".

He even turned around, a disgusted glare on his face, aimed at her. Arturia met it with her own. "I'm not in the habit of tolerating such blatant disrespect."

"You'll learn to live with it," he said, after ten seconds of silence. "I have no intention in making small talk with someone like you. You're a tool for me to use in this war, nothing more and nothing less and if you want to win, you'll do as I say."

Had she heard this in the last war, she would have been shocked beyond her ability to respond. She would have been enraged, baffled, but by now she knew what kind of creature he was and how he lied as easily as he breathed.

She looked grimly at him, dismissed the invisible air sheathing her sword from sight and revealed Excalibur in all its glory. She heard Irisviel gasp and saw how Kiritsugu's eyes narrowed.

"Your plans, your opinions, your beliefs, none of these matter to me. This Grail War is too important to be left to a creature like you. Someone who can't bring up even muster the slightest ability or inclination to get along with a war asset is not someone who I will allow any significant control over anything important, let alone the leadership of this oncoming conflict. I will give the orders and you will obey."

"Forgive us for our rudeness, your majesty," Irisviel interrupted the conversation, hurrying between them and bowing, quite lowly, to Arturia. "I am Irisviel of Einzbern and this is my husband Kiritsugu Emiya, who was charged by the Einzbern family to bring victory to them."

Despite herself, her eyes softened, and her heart ached when she saw Irisviel defer to her like that. She had enjoyed, immensely enjoyed at that, the time she had spent as a knight to a princess like her but unfortunately, there was no place for that sort of pleasantry this time around, at least not in the same way.

"I am delighted to meet you, Irisviel, and I have no doubt us two will get along just fine. It is your miserable husband that I have my doubts in and his disrespectful and churlish demeanor. Your family's wisdom in entrusting their hopes in him seem ill placed."

"Kiritsugu isn't the best with people of such status as yours, your majesty, we thought it would be better for all of us if he acted independently from us."


Same as last time, then. It wasn't that she wanted to spend more time with that creature but if he was out of sight, no doubt he would commit the same atrocities over again and it wouldn't stop him any less from betraying her at the end.

But maybe there was too much to think about to commit too much from the get go, already, the dynamic had changed, for better or for worse. She needed some time to think.

"Very well, we shall talk about it before we depart, and talk we will, Kiritsugu Emiya. Tomorrow evening, in fact and if you do not appear before me, you won't like it if I have to come to you." He didn't need his legs for her to win the war, after all and a Kiritsugu she could carry around like a worthless piece of luggage was far less able to betray her.

Kiritsugu didn't reply and instead just turned around and left the room. Arturia dismissed her sword and smiled at Irisviel.

"Please my lady, could I trouble you for some food?" What better than something to eat to really get some thinking done. A full stomach, she had always found, helped far more than it hindered.

Last time, she had been as professional and non-demanding as possible and while that had been efficient, it also had allowed them into thinking they could decide as they pleased and that she would go along with everything they wanted.

This time, she would make demands, not necessarily because she needed the things but just to let them be aware that she wasn't a passive tool. This time she was not an obedient knight who was going to serve her summoners but a king who needed to be placated. She disliked it but that was the duty of a king to lead, especially when the people around her desperately needed leadership, lest they be left to their own, miserable devices.

"Of…of course, please follow me."

Saber nodded and started walking, at first at a strong pace but she slowed down once she saw that Irisviel had to rush to keep up. The chapel was in the far end wing of the castle, as was proper, she supposed and the castle itself was as grand as she remembered it to be. Well furnished, bright and luxurious.

A noble magi family had deep coffers it seemed. No doubt the wealth of the Einzberns further made Irisviel seem attractive to Kiritsugu's eyes. A wealthy, nice, beautiful, immensely sheltered, and easily manipulated woman such as Irisviel was all but prey for a man like that. Irisiviel had all but told her that she hadn't really been allowed to experience the world before she was betrothed to Kiritsugu and it was him who had shown her various things she had been missing. Was it any wonder that she had developed such deep affection to him? He wasn't the best, most admirable man she had met, he was the first and only man she had met who was not a domineering family member.

What chance did poor Irisviel have?

She would look to see if there truly was affection on his end. Irisviel had promised her that there was and she had seen him being tender with their daughter but for all she knew, that had been a ruse to manipulate her. He could be fond of his daughter, but that didn't really change her views on him for having the barest minimum of humanity. Still, he was an intelligent man, after all and knew how to plan and he knew he would see her from the window. He was detestable, prideful, treacherous, dishonorable, shortsighted and cruel, but not necessarily stupid. But she could see him getting results to those who only cared about their own interests being met and she was more than familiar with noble families being willing to damn all of creation but themselves for profit. So, it seemed more likely that the Einzberns had sold Irisviel to Kiritsugu in order to bind him to the family so that he would bring them victory and hoped he wouldn't double-cross them. Which he did and would try again.
Only this time, she would see the cur dead before he tried.

Irisviel was silent throughout the walk and remembering that she wasn't supposed to know where to go, Arturia slowed down even more and allowed Irisviel to go before her. A quick look at her host showed that she was frowning in worry and concern. Her shoulders were tense and she was stiff all around. She was sweating and Arturia saw how nervous and fearful she was.

Last time around, Irisviel had been chatting animatedly with her and they had been on the fast track of being friends and here, Arturia knew Irisviel was a bit afraid of her.

She was sorry about it and she deeply wished this wasn't the case, but this was going to be for Irisviel's sake as well. The better things went this time around, the higher the chances would be for her to make it safe through this conflict and if it all went according to Arturia's wishes, Irisviel would find herself free of Kiritsugu as well.

She might weep for him afterwards, but it would be to her immense benefit. Arturia herself was not going to remain in this world after the war was concluded, so she would try to give Irisviel the skills to stand on her own afterwards. She had all but said last time that her family had prevented her from leaving this castle and while Arturia had known some noble families to be overprotective of their daughters from time to time – and no doubt magus families were even more secretive – this did seem a bit too much for her. She didn't have the whole story but she would try to help Irisviel nonetheless. Depending on how things went, of course.

As much as she had come to love Irisviel, the kind woman wasn't and couldn't be a priority, not when the lives of her people and countless other innocents were at stake. Still, she would try to help her if she could but giving her loved ones too much leeway had been one of her biggest mistakes before and to make that mistake a third time would be absolutely unforgivable.

No, she knew what she had to do. She would steel her heart and pursue her goals. This was her duty as a king.
 
Call of Heroes 1 ( Worm / FGO / Percy Jackson)
Turning another page, I stifled a yawn. It wasn't the most riveting read but it was something I had to do.

I had always wanted to be a hero. That had been true for years, even if my motivations for why had changed. What I had realized ever since I had gained my powers was the fact that the term hero can mean drastically different things to so many people. Ask a hundred people and you will get one hundred definitions of the word. There may be some overlap here and there but also some stark differences.

Irreconcilable differences.

The last few months I had spent every free second I had researching and reading about heroes, myths and historic accounts. The Brockton Bay public library, the library of the university, an antique books shop in the boardwalk and of course the internet had been great sources of information. In fact, I had filled several notebooks.

There was just too much stuff out there. I had decided early on to get insight on a select few figures and get a shallow overlook on as many other persons in order to know who to aim for.

I sighed, leaned back in my chair and stretched, hearing the satisfying sound of cracking joints. The book I was reading right now was about Jeanne D'Arc and by now I had enough information on her that I felt somewhat comfortable about giving her a try.

I checked the clock and saw that it was nearly eleven. Dad had gone to sleep already and I knew that the summon wouldn't make much sound. I knew that just as I knew that whoever I would summon was not going to do anything I would tell them to. At least, not without me convincing them.

No, this was foolish. I closed the book, put out the light and went to bed. I needed more research and a time where I knew I was alone and couldn't disturb anyone. Doing it at night at home was dumb.

Especially now that my doubts were stronger than ever. Jeanne D'Arc had been one of my first picks, if only due to the fact that she was one the figures where I could be reasonably sure she wouldn't attack me immediately, at least on first thought. Digging a bit deeper, there was just too much stuff I didn't know.

It's the danger of historic records, I suppose, the fact that a lot of them are just theory and assumption. Sure, we can be reasonably sure that Jeanne D'Arc existed and of some broad strokes but there is a lot more about her that is not known.

One important thing is the whole "is God real" thing which really raises a lot of questions either way. If God is real and angels did communicate with her, well, what would that mean with regards to working with me? I'm not religious, not even sure that if I were religious it would line up with her interpretation of it, which, if God is real and talked with her, is probably the more accurate version.
Something to consider even if God isn't real and she was merely deluded or had a brain tumor, which would mean I would be summoning a well-meaning but nonetheless mentally sick or insane middle ages woman. Not exactly super useful.

Or maybe she was really clever and manipulative and made up the whole talked with angels thing in order to make the people of that time listen to the advice of a teenage peasant girl because they wouldn't do so otherwise. Would she want to help me? She is from further back than the United States existed as a country, would she just consider me British, seeing her no doubt strong animosity against them? Would she accept the whole no longer a colony and the own nation thing?

And even if all the stars aligned and she was sane, willing to help and it was cool with the powers that be, how could she help? Was she a fighter? I don't know, people are divided on that. Some say she was merely a figurehead, others say she had input in matters to strategy and tactics. I think I needed a fighter more than I needed a tactician, if she even was a tactician. Maybe she gave really good inspirational speeches and that made things work out. It's not like I couldn't use one of these either but someone who could stand up against the stronger capes in the city would probably be more useful.

Fact is, I just didn't know and I didn't really have a way to tell. I was going to be throwing dice either way, but I felt like I needed a good result for this try and there may be a time where I felt that giving Jeanne D'Arc a try was worth the risk but right now I think I preferred a slightly more…predictable but no less dangerous choice.

Actually a lot more dangerous but I couldn't really help that. Either way, to learn more about my powers, I needed to use them. Only that would give me concrete information to work with, anything else would just make me doubt and expect the worst.

Sleep didn't come easy that night and I lied awake for at least two more hours.

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After school and the usual bullshit, I rushed home as fast as possible. The whole day, I had been thinking, I may have thought about this the wrong way. I shouldn't try for someone who I thought was nice, I should go for someone who followed a code that I knew enough to work with. Cultural norms and rules that the person I summoned wouldn't break that would give me a frame to reach an understanding with. Surprisingly, my power helped there. It made me know some things that I had no way of knowing otherwise, like the fact that the person I was thinking of summoning actually existed in some way, shape or form.

During class, I had been leafing through my notebooks, trying to find someone who would fit that description. I hadn't paid attention at all to the teachers, which would come to bite me later, I knew, since we had a few tests incoming, but luckily enough, that had meant that I had been left alone today since the others also had tests to worry about, so I had felt safe bringing one of my notebooks with me. It had been a risk, sure, especially since I had lost two notebooks like that to damage but it had paid off.

And I was reasonably confident that I would do well enough in English and Math anyway.

Getting of the bus, I was walking so fast, I was nearly running. No one talked to me, which was always a plus and I hurried through our front-door and into the kitchen and put on a kettle with hot water. While that was boiling, I prepared service set for two. Then I took a look into the pantry and fridge. We had some store-bought cake from a cheap brand. Same with cookies. I was actually a bit worried that this low-quality stuff could be interpreted as offensive but I simply didn't have the means with which to produce a high-quality banquet.

It took me a good fifteen minutes to prepare a modest afternoon coffee and tea thing. It wasn't exactly according to legend, but I had to improvise here. My room had been thankfully clean and orderly. Since I knew I was going to summon there, I had tediously kept it in perfect shape for weeks now.

Preparing everything took a bit and then I was ready. A quick glance at the clock and I knew I had a few more hours before dad came home, barring something unusual but that was another risk I had to take. Maybe someone else would have made the summon in some abandoned warehouse, but I was more worried about offending the person I was going to summon than I was about anything else there.

This day was all about risks, it seemed and I felt my heart beating faster. But it was something I had to do in order to become a hero.

I took a few deep breaths and exhaled slowly again.

I was stalling, I knew that. Should I have prepared a summoning circle? It wasn't necessary at all but did they maybe expect a certain decorum? I knew how to draw one, it was one of the few pieces of information my power had supplied me with. Why it granted me the knowhow to draw a clearly unnecessary and useless skill I did not know but I was ignorant on a lot of things.

No, enough meandering. I raised my hand, my palm open and pointing in the empty space between bed and table.

I was doing this, in my bedroom. Fuck this was a bad idea.

And then I poured an energy that I might as well call mana or magic into something in my body and on the back of my palm a strange sigil that had not been there before started glowing in a luminescent blue. I knew there was a chant but I also knew the chant was equally unnecessary.

In the end, all I needed was intent and power and I had both. A brilliant blue and white light flashed for a few seconds, blinding me, and then, where there had been nothing, now stood a woman, older than me but still under twenty years old. She had black hair that went down to her shoulders and she was wearing well-made hunting leathers and pelts from animals that I couldn't recognize but she no doubt had killed herself. A dagger and a sword were on her hips and her bow and quiver were strapped to her back.

And her eyes were a cold, piercing silver-grey and the expression on her face only expressed a calculating glare.

I went down on one knee and bowed my head.

"Speak, mortal," she ordered, her voice sharp and melodic at the same time.

I felt my heart beating faster and my throat drying out. "I.." the word got caught in my throat but I steeled myself and pushed through. "My name is Taylor Hebert. Forgive me for summoning you in such an unseemly place but it is unfortunately the only thing within my means. I offer you warm tea, pastries and wine." I pointed at my desk.

She looked at me, then at my desk and then back at me. Her expression softened a bit. "Rise, child," she said, "I recognize offerings in the spirit they were given not by their material worth or quality. A rich man could offer me a king's feast and all the gold in the world and it would not be truly worth a fraction of a piece of stale bread that a child in need grants me."

I let out a breath, feeling a lot better. I knew I was sweating.

In a lot of ways, I had just gambled with my life. There had definitely been safer heroes to summon.

My powers categorized the heroes into classes, for a lack of a better word and Artemis fell into one of the more …let's say problematic classes. Archers had a high independent streak and not only that, she was a Greek goddess and mythology had not exactly portrayed them as kind and reasonable.
It had been a gamble, but so far, it seems to have worked out, because my power also told me that there were rules and personal moral frameworks gods adhered to.

I got up and gave her a weak smile. "Thank you, ma'am," I said. I honestly wasn't too clear on the formalities here. So, I decided to be as respectful as possible without coming across as a spineless ass-kisser.

Now that we were standing across each other, I could see that I was taller than her. Her eyes wandered from my feet to my head, waiting for me to say something but she clearly wasn't in a rush. I wondered what she saw in me. Weakness? Probably but I needed her to hear me out here.

"I am unsure about how much you know about what has happened right here," I started, my voice still shaky.

"You summoned me through the Throne of Heroes, somehow. That was an impressive feat of magecraft. I am also aware of the rough current situation of the world, although I am missing a lot of information for some periods of time. I do know that this world is not my own." Her eyes narrowed. "I know that I exist only as long as you do."

That was only somewhat true. They were all supposed to have crazy abilities and if a freaking goddess didn't have a way of sustaining herself without my help I would eat my notebooks.

"Enough questions, get to the point. You summoned me in this wretched city that you unfortunately call home. What would you have of me and why should I grant you anything?"

That was the question, wasn't it? I had called Artemis for several reasons. For one, she was the patron goddess of young girls so I knew she was going to cut me some slack and hear me out at least without killing me on the spot or turning me into an animal. For the other, she was also one of the very few members of the Greek pantheon who wasn't a huge shithead, or at least only when she was provoked to some degree, where, admittedly, the word provoked was open somewhat to interpretation. Her retaliations to said provocations were also not entirely reasonable by my standard but at least she didn't seem to be the "destroy the city for this minor offense" kind.

She wasn't entirely unreasonable and had some code of ethics that I could understand, at least and as long as I didn't do anything too stupid, I figured at most she would say no and I would dismiss her. At worst, she might transform me into an animal and honestly, life as a cat or a bird didn't sound too unappealing right now.

Is it sad, that living as a cat from now on could be said to be an improvement?

"My home town is overrun by criminals of the worst kind, preying on the innocent and young. My world is under attack by monsters that no man can slay. I would ask for your help in either, ideally both."

The three major gangs targeted a variety of people but the one where they had an overlap was that young girls, no matter the color of their skin, had plenty to fear from all three of them, so I hoped that Artemis would see their plight as a call to action.

And well, the Endbringers was a long shot but she was also goddess of the hunt and if nothing else, the Endbringers were also beasts that no hunter could claim to have killed so that would hopefully get her interest.

It wasn't manipulation, I think. It's not like I tried to convince her with arguments I didn't believe in. The gangs needed to be stopped and them harming countless young girls was definitely an important reason to do so. It wasn't the only reason, but I figured it would be the one most likely to sway her. It's not like I was framing the gangs here or anything.

To my surprise, a slight smile appeared on her lips. "So, you summon me here and are telling me to do my duty, is that it, Taylor Hebert?"

Fuck, did I make it sound like she had to? That I was ordering her? "No," I said, and I felt my heart beating faster again. "No, I am asking to grant your help to a world and people you have no obligation towards, I realize that. I have no real way to pay for your help other than trying to fulfill what you want from me instead."

She nodded, pointing to the desk. "Very well, let us talk over a bit of food and drink. It has been long since I last had tea and I am curious to the taste of this world's lighter pleasures."

I immediately poured her a glass, offering milk, lemon and sugar and had probably the weirdest tea party of any human on this planet.
 
Mother of Zero - One-Shot ( Familiar of Zero)
I had posted this a few years back but I kinda want to have all my one shots at least in this thread.

Summary: Louise didn't manage to summon her familiar and has to leave the academy. Karin blames herself.


Was a noble, who was unable to use magic, truly a noble?

It was the third break on a flight that should only have required only one and I was immensely grateful no one had said what they were thinking. I didn't make any excuses, I wasn't in the habit of lying, either to myself or to others but neither did I explain anything. I merely landed my manticore whenever the burning in my stomach and the throbbing of my heart got too much.

I wasn't in the mood for talking and while I was glad for the company, I felt uncomfortable at the prospect of sharing my thoughts and feelings at the moment.

I knew I would need to, though.

The Tristanian Academy of Magic was only a short flight away and taking another break would be too humiliating, too obvious. And I needed to know how to act, what to say and what not to say.

Clearly, I had done and said the wrong things for all my daughter's life. For it was more than clear to me and anyone who had observed me, that while I was a good trainer and commander, I made for a terrible mother.

So, whereas on the previous breaks I had immediately stalked off, leaving it to my two subordinates to handle the manticores, this time I remained here, uncertain, not sure how to start.

I was ashamed, I was afraid, I was humiliated.

I was desperate. The Rule of Steel had no function besides concealing my thoughts and fears from others.

No, I needed to know. I could not live with myself if pride and fear destroyed my daughter upon my arrival.

"Helene," I started, my voice even, calmer than it had any right to be, "what do I say to her?"

Helene de Langlade, fourth daughter of a minor noble family had been my second in command for over twenty years by now. She had stood beside me in every major battle I had fought, she had been present at my wedding and I at hers. She was there when all my three daughters had been born, just as I was there at the birth of her son, who by now was a proud chevalier of the Manticore Knights.

She knew me better than anyone else.

I had five people I trusted just as much as Helene but no one I trusted more.

We were bound by blood, spilled and shed, by fierce loyalty. By friendship forged in battle and beyond and above all, love.

"That you love her, unconditionally, no matter what. That's all a mother needs to say, and all a child needs to hear."

"I don't think I have said that to any one until now."

"You never needed to," she easily replied, her gloved hands brushing her manticore's fur. "I won't lie to you, Karin, that it would be appreciated if you said it more often to your family, but no one had reason to doubt your affection and love."

"Until now," I said, my voice hoarse, my throat dry and heart beating faster than it had any right to at my age.

"Until now," she confirmed, "Louise is a smart child, but she needs to hear it when you see her. She needs to know that her-, "here, my old friend faltered, but then stubbornly bulled through," that her failure does not mean that you would cast her out."

Some families might have, that was true. I couldn't lie and say that the thought hadn't crossed my mind as well. Wasn't it my duty, as a noble, as an aristocrat, to cast out the person who was unable to uphold her status, her birthright?

Would I be going against Brimir if I allowed my daughter to remain a part of the family, a part of the noble cast?

Yes, those thoughts had crossed my mind, and I even had arguments to the contrary. That Louise's explosions did mean that she could use magic. That even though she was terrible at it, she was still inherently magical and thus noble. No one could doubt her relation to me and while she resembled me far more than her father, he was still in her features for those who knew how to look. That as a parent, it was also my founder charged duty to look out for my kin, my flesh and blood and take responsibility for their shortcomings.

Above all, those were excuses for others, for those who would use this opportunity to harm my family, for the palace, for I knew that I could no more cast out my youngest daughter, then I could use Void magic.

Yet, I did consider it, and if I couldn't be honest with Helene, who had more right to know than most others, I would be doing both of us a disservice.

"I thought about it," I said, feeling more ashamed than I ever had in my life. I was a terrible mother.

"We think about many things, it does not mean we are likely to act upon these thoughts. For about a week now, I've considered burning Pascal's dreadful beard off, and yet it remains to our chagrin."

Sir Pascal de Langlade, Helene's son, a young, talented water mage and the newest addition to the Manticore Knights, who until now had done his best to uncomfortably pretend he was deaf while he groomed his own manticore, shot his mother a reproachful look. He was taller than both of us, strong as well-trained young chevaliers tend to be and he would have looked dashing, if it weren't for the unfortunate fact that without the beard, his face makes him look like a boy of sixteen.

To our distress, his blond beard, or as close as he came to growing one, transformed the handsome young man into an awkward brigand. It was uneven, and did not suit him at all.

I could understand Helene's feelings and I had been tempted to order him to shave. It was vexing to look at, and yet young men tended to crave facial hair to make themselves appear more mature. Alas, it was not for everyone.

"I applaud your self-control," a small smile had found its way on my lips and I was grateful for the levity, for the small distraction. Yet we had to return to the matter at hand, I had put it off long enough.

"That is all?" I asked one last time.

"That is all," she said, her blonde locks swaying in the wind. "All she needs right now, is your love and your support."

"She has it, she always had it."

"Never make her doubt that, Karin. I never did, your troops never did and I dare to say, the rest of your family never did."

I wasn't so sure on that, but Helene was right more often than not.

A few minutes later we took off.

xxxxxx

The Tristanian Academy of Magic wasn't prone to change and I was not surprised that it had remained virtually the same since my last visits here. I had been here as a student, then years later for the enrollment of each of my daughters and not much, if anything at all, had changed.

Except for the quality of education and teaching, apparently. As a traditional institution with the eyes of the whole continent on its walls, it remained steadfast and proud as it upheld the teachings of the Founder, in magic and nobility alike.

We had landed close to the stables for the familiars and mounts of visitors and a young page took care of our beasts, while a maid, a pretty young thing, probably no older than seventeen, lead us in. In the halls, students of various ages, all sporting the black, brown and purple robes of their corresponding years were skittering around, a few shooting curious glances towards us.

It did not surprise me that no one recognized us. None of us was wearing armor or uniform, and none of us was particularly recognizable although a few surely realized who I was, if the gasps were any indication.

I did hear a few whispers of "zero's mother", which concerned me.

The maid led us through the corridors, probably to the headmaster's office. Just as well, I did have a few words I wanted to say to him. Bitter resentment churned in my stomach, wanting to blame him and his teachers for being unable to sufficiently teach one of their students, my daughter, magic.

I wasn't sure how just such an accusation would be, not without having spoken to the headmaster and more importantly, Louise.

One of the rooms we came across, I recognized all too well. It was the spacious room in which the familiar summoning ritual was performed. All nobles in Tristain summoned their familiars in there, and so did I.

While I was reminiscing, a familiar voice reached my ears.

Turning around, I saw Colbert. I had fought beside him once, he had been my subordinate for a short time, years back. A flash of rage flooded through my veins when I saw him. How dare he not do his best to teach my daughter? How dare he allow this catastrophic disappointment happen right under his nose?

"Colbert!" I greeted him, my voice still even, without any inflection. I had always been good at hiding my feelings, whether it be amusement or anger.

I could feel Helene and Pascal positioning themselves on either side of me, just two steps behind. I did not need to turn to know that Pascal had most likely adapted the serious gaze of a chevalier on duty whereas Helene let a cold gaze wander over Colbert.

Ah, I recall her resentment at being outperformed at fire magic by the Flame Serpent. There was no shame in that, Jean Colbert had been an excellent combat mage. A prodigy, in many ways. It was, however, disappointing to see that he had been a poor teacher, especially to my child.

Then again, maybe Louise was the one case where even the best teacher wouldn't have helped?

"Karin," he replied, his voice wary and tired. Thankfully he didn't ask me any inane question on how I am and the likes. "Please follow me."

"In my short time here I already heard the words 'zero's mother' more than once, what does that mean?"

"It's just a poor jest by the children here, you know how they can be."

I did, and the realization that my youngest daughter had, atop of all this, been mocked, is still mocked didn't help my mood.

"Zero?" I asked, my tone sharper now. There is only so much even I can conceal.

The students around us were keeping their distance and hurrying along, most of them not really caring, but a few were shooting curious glances our way, and I had to force myself to not let my feelings appear on face.

Colbert clearly contemplated whether or not he should answer but he was wise enough to do so. Feigning ignorance would not have gone over well at this point, neither would mincing his words. So, he was honest, maybe brutally so.

"Some of the students have been calling your daughter the Zero for some time, due to, well, because she can cast zero spells, can perform zero acts of magic, has zero magical accomplishments."

Louise the Zero. My daughter had been called the Zero to her face by her peers. I knew children could be cruel, nobles more so than others, but I personally had never been subject to open mockery to my face. I had been accomplished and skilled even as a young student, strong and no one had really dared to, even the jealous ones.

Similarly, I was reasonably certain that my two other daughters had not been mocked like this. Eléonore would not have tolerated such and while I was sad to say that she did not have my raw power and talent, she did have the ability to repel most students who dared to treat her like this. She had a good head for politics beside, and knew how to play to her strengths. Cattleya, sweet Cattleya on the other hand, had an innate charisma that drew people to her, made them like her. Only the most jealous and petty children would have dared to attack her and no doubt did she always have enough friends to defend her at any given moment.

My smallest child had neither.

For a second, I bitterly regretted that neither Helene, nor any other of my vassals had children in Louise's age, to visit the Academy alongside her. While I would never have ordered any parent to have their children befriend and protect mine, I had no doubt that they would have stretched out a helping hand nonetheless. At the very least, I would have heard of this sooner.

Pascal was an outstanding young man, someone like him surely would have intervened in such a vicious campaign? He couldn't be the only one of his kind, could he? Was there not a single student with pride and decency? Where were the young men and women, raised by chivalry and respect?

Colbert looked uncomfortable and nervous, and I wondered what he was thinking. Did he believe I would attack school children?

"Very well, bring me to Osmond."

Colbert, wary, nodded, turned to maid and allowed her to leave. He then started walking to the headmaster's office. Starting to follow him, I turned to Helene.

We reached the office and were invited in. Osmond sat in his usual chair, whereas a young woman, roughly around Pascal's age, no doubt his secretary was standing right by his side. His annoying rat was nowhere in sight and it better remained that way.

"Duchess de La Valliére welcome back to our esteemed institution, although I wish you'd have joined us under better circumstances."

"Explain to me how and what exactly happened!" I demanded, rudely and completely breaking protocol but I was court at the best of times and right now, I had no patience for all this, I needed to know exactly why it is that my daughter was unable to summon a familiar, was in fact unable to cast any piece of magic beyond uncontrollable explosions.

Osmond, stroking his long beard, sighed. He was no doubt used to angry parents and unreasonable nobles, but things were different when it was me who he had to deal with, I knew that. Osmond is a strong mage, always has been. No doubt, if worse came to worst, he could deal with a usual irritating noble. Most of them were useless and incompetent and even the ones who had been skilled at some point, had allowed their talents to diminish in their comfortable lifestyles of excess and debauchery.

I, however, was the strongest mage in Tristain, very few mages in all of Halkegina could stand against me. A few nobles may threaten to tear the school down but I could actually do it on the spot and neither Osmond, nor Colbert could stop me if I chose to do so.

I wouldn't, unless they gave me a very good reason to, but the possibility was there. We all knew it.

"Throughout her stay, Miss de la Valliére has been an academically exceptional student. Her theoretic knowledge is second to none among the students and there is not one theoretic test that she hasn't aced. However, unfortunately, that knowledge didn't translate to the practical aspect of spellcasting. In all of her time here, Miss de la Valliére was unable to successfully cast even a single spell. All her attempts ended in more or less harmless explosions. As did her final attempt during the summoning ritual."

"Why have I not been informed of this appalling lack of progress? Which steps were taken to remedy this problem?"

"She received tutelage, Colbert and I interviewed her twice and we even had her wand checked and replaced. There is no defect we were able to determine. Your daughter did her best, tried her hardest, but for reasons only the Founder knows, it seems she was simply born that way." Here he paused, trying to look for the right words and Colbert took over.

"She has magic, of that we have no doubt. We want to make that clear and the whole faculty is ready to vouch for that. Miss de la Valliére is a mage and no one can take that from her. If she wasn't, nothing would have happened. A commoner can whirl a want around all day and concentrate all he wants and nothing would happen. The explosions, unfortunate as they are, are proof of her magic."

With a small sigh, Osmund continued, "but she will never graduate from this Academy. The most we can do for her is to offer her to withdraw from the academy on her own accord."

It was a kindness, of sorts, but one that most likely wouldn't matter. If anything, the perceived pity could be used for further mockery.

Not when she was next to me, of course. It would take a particularly brave or particularly stupid pest to insult my daughter in my presence.

"That's the explanation, just a quirk of nature?"

"Duchess, no water mage or expert on magic found anything wrong with your daughter, no expert wandmaker found a flaw with her wand and other wands yielded the same results. As hard it must be as a mother to hear that, the reason seems as simple as it is cruel. For the same reason you were born with such tremendous power, for the same reason hundreds of nobles are born with mediocre power it was the same reason your daughter was born like this. I'm sorry."

"Where is my daughter now?"

"She's in her chambers," his familiar, a ridiculous mouse twitching on his shoulder whimpered, "packing. There is no hurry, per se, she, and you, are more than welcome to remain as long as you like but it would be just cruel to have her linger here for longer."

Yes, I had nearly forgotten, the other students. I was tempted to tear into him for that but I knew what children were like, especially noble ones. Barbs and insults were openly traded behind teachers backs.

"Very well, thank you for your time, Headmaster," I said, "I'll collect my daughter and we will depart today, there will be no need for any accommodations." I paused, "We shall take you up on your offer to have a document officially vouching for Louise's inherent magic, several copies, if it's possible."

"Of course, Duchess, you'll receive them within the hour," said Osmund, looking obviously relieved as he outright sank back into his chair, "my secretary will lead you Miss de la Valliere's chambers at once."

As if she had heard, the secretary, a green haired young woman, pretty and well dressed, entered the office.

"If you would follow me, Duchess," she said, bowing,

I nodded, turning my back to Osmond and Colbert, following her, with Pascal and Helene one step behind me.


It didn't take long for us to reach the door of her room. I was standing still, staring at it. Did I knock? Of course, I should. This was almost certainly harder on her than it was on me. I knew that my youngest carried high expectations for herself, expectations that I had set. She would need the few seconds to compose herself.

Yet it was as if my arm was stuck where it was, behind my back. I couldn't raise it to knock, to open the door.

A hand grabbed my shoulder, tearing me from my thoughts. When I turned my head, I was staring into the kind eyes of Helene. The secretary was nowhere to be seen and even Pascal was standing a few feet away, his back turned to us.

"Be brave, Karin. Brave and kind."

I wasn't sure I could. Brave usually came easy to me. Kind, not so much. Right now, brave was the last thing I was.

I wasn't brave, I wasn't steel.

I was just scared and guilty and miserable.

And here I was, standing in front of the door of my suffering daughter feeling sorry for myself

No, I needed to be strong, to be her mother.

With an immense pull, I got my hand up, forced my usual, neutral expression on my face and knocked.

Once, twice, three times did my fist slam against the door with a loud thud.

It took a few seconds before I heard the muffled voice of my daughter, telling me to come in.

I shot one last glance at Helene, who nodded.

"Take your time, Karin. No one will disturb you two."

Of that I had no doubt.

I entered and closed the door.

Louise, the long pink hair that she had inherited from me, was collected in a tight ponytail. She was no longer wearing the school uniform but a simple blue gown that I remembered Cattelaya gifting her last summer. Upon seeing me, she shot up, like a recruit at a barracks inspection.

Her eyes were wide and red from crying. Sweat was running over her face as if she had just run a marathon and she was shaking all over her body.

"Mo-, mother!" the one word was stuttered with such fear, that I think I would have felt less terrible if she had spat on me in hatred.

"Louise." I didn't know what to say after that. I saw my youngest child, wrecked with guilt and more terrified than a lot of enemy soldiers that I had struck down.

This wasn't right.

"I-I-I apologize for my failure." She managed to croak out these words that I didn't want to her, especially not in this tone. "I brought shame and dishonor over the family name and y-"

"Louise!" I interrupted her. "Are you ready to depart?"

She bit down what she wanted to say, I could see that, and she nodded.

"I have packed, mother." I forced my gaze away from my daughter and looked around the room. The bed was made, the desk was empty and a medium sized travel chest next to two full suitcases were lying on the floor.

"Very well, then. We'll leave immediately. Leave your baggage here."

No, this wasn't the time or place for a long conversation. Not in this school. This was an issue that would need sufficient time and several long talks. Not a quick chat whilst Helene and Pascal were standing guard in front of the door.

I turned around and walked out, hearing her footsteps following me. Outside, I met the surprised face of Helene, who had obviously been assuming this would take longer. But only for a second and she understood.

She always did.

"Helene, my daughter and I are going to fly ahead. Could I impose you and Pascal one last time and ask you two to deal with the luggage and finish the bureaucratic stuff with Osmund?"

"Of course," she said. A soft smile appeared on her face when she saw Louise. "It's good to see you again, my dear."

"Hello, aunty Helene." Louise was still shaking and her voice was weak, barely audible. "I'm sorry for having inconvenienced you with my failure."

Oh Louise.

Helene frowned. "You mustn't say that, Louise," she replied, her voice quiet and somber. But she remembered where we were. "But that's a matter better discussed later. Let me just say, you're loved, Louise." With that said, she gave me one last nod and turned around, walking up to her son. "Son, you've heard the duchess. Take care of the luggage, I'll deal with the rest."

"Yes mother."

With that, the Le Langlades rushed in two directions and I started too. After a second, I heard Louise's footsteps once more, as she fell in line behind me.

It didn't take long to reach the stables. The walk was quiet, uncomfortable and uneventful. We saw a few students but I couldn't bring myself to look at them. If I saw smugness, glee or schadenfreude, I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't let my wand give shape to my fury at them and my presence was enough to prevent any unkind words from being voiced.

Once we had reached the stables and my manticore in particular, I faced my daughter again. She was a bit out of breath, from having to make haste to keep up with me.

It always surprised me how small my daughter still was, how young. Some cruel design of fate condemned her to lack one, very important trait for her status. Something that all the other nitwits and worthless wastes of space that called themselves the nobility of Tristain had and could lord over her.

It was such injustice, that I felt like exploding. What did those disgusting slimes have that my precious girl didn't? Where was the justice of the Founder in this?

Louise whimpered, taking a step back. It seemed, my mood was visible on my face but Louise, lacking the necessary insight into my thoughts was thinking my anger was aimed at her.

My poor, poor Louise.

I swung myself on the saddle and reached out with my right hand. Louise, hesitantly, took it and allowed me to pull her on my familiar and I placed her right in front of me.

And then we took off.

Manticores can be fast fliers. Not the fastest animals in the sky but fast nonetheless. I had spent years on the back of familiar soaring through the skies and fighting. Louise, well, she was less used to that. I had taken her flying only a few times, when she was younger, like I had done with all of my daughters. As they grew older, the less we flew together.

And if flying had been truly part of them, they'd have summoned a manticore or a dragon or another familiar that was capable of flight. Then again, we would never know with Louise.

She was stiff, almost frozen. Her shaking had stopped but I was certain it wasn't because of the height. Louise had squealed in joy in the earlier days during these trips, far more than either of her sister. It had filled me with hope and joy, the prospect that she would follow my footsteps had been intoxicating.

I loved all three of my daughters more than life itself but her older sisters were, in their core, very different people than I was. My oldest was a scientist at heart and Catteleya a diplomat. Both carried a power within them, a passion that would not yield but they weren't fighters the way I was, the way I knew Louise was and that made her a bit more relatable to me.

I admit it, I dreamed of taking Louise under my wing, to teach her everything I knew, things I hadn't even taught my troops.

Or so I thought.

Was I to blame for this? Did I see something that wasn't there? Did I push Louise down a path she wasn't meant for? I was strict with her, demanding, because I was so certain she would thrive. Because I wanted her to grow as I did, better than I ever was.

And now, it seemed in the arrogant and selfish pursuit for a flawed future, I had my own daughter terrified to the point that I couldn't discard the notion that she might believe I would throw her to her death any second now.

Did I land in some field and we talked completely away from scrying eyes, even servants at home or did we talk in one of our rooms? Which one would put her more at ease?

I didn't want my daughter cower in fear for her life from me but I also didn't want to make things worse by saying the wrong thing like I always did.

Then I realized. I couldn't make it worse. This was as bad as it could get. My stomach lurched and I nearly threw up.

I forced myself to focus on my surroundings, to see where we were. I didn't care anymore, we needed to land. I needed to stop scaring my child.

So we did. I made Reynard land on some hill near an idyllic lake. Roughly 50 meters to the side, on an open field, I could see a shepherd tending to a flock of sheep, grazing. Good, he was unlikely to disturb us. I got down and helped my daughter get off Reynard as well. Louise did so hesitantly, her eyes tearing up and her lips trembled.

Once we were both on the ground I went on one knee, - she was still so very small-, and took her into a forceful hug. "I love you." I said, "I've always been proud of you. Even now. Especially now. Please, please, don't be scared. Not of me. Never of me. All who would want you harm, for whatever reason, will need to step over the corpses of their fallen men into their own death at my hand."

"Mother." Louise voice was a pitiful wail that stepped on my already broken heart. Her hands coiled around my torso and clutched me with such desperation and force that it surprised me. It just made me return the hug harder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she apologized over and over again.

I didn't say anything, I just held her tighter and made humming noises that would hopefully calm her. She needed to get this out first, before we could both compose ourselves again.

She cried for twenty minutes.
 
Hypothermia - One-Shot (Frozen / Worm Fusion)
Oslo, Norway, 12.11.1989, 17:23

"Show me, Elsa," my father ordered, his voice tight. He looked sad and old, older than ever. Mother was standing next to him, her face pale, and her eyes red, bloated. I knew she had cried, we both had.

Thankfully, Anna had survived, but it had been close, so very close.

I pointed my palm at the ground, releasing a small torrent of snow and ice, freezing a bit of the ground.

"And you hit your sister with this?"

"I didn't mean to!" I hadn't, I would never hurt Anna, never on purpose. "We were just playing but Anna was going so fast and then I slipped. I didn't mean to."

He exhaled a deep sigh, "I'm sorry Elsa," he said, "I know you wouldn't want that, but you did it, nonetheless. The doctors said that it wasn't serious, that we shouldn't let a small child like that play outside with snow like that, but also that she will be okay with a bit of rest."

Thank God for that, thank you, thank you, thank you!

"You still hurt your sister, Elsa, with that. With your… powers."

"Elsa, sweetie, we just want you both safe, you and Anna."

"I know," I mumbled, "I'm sorry." I was, I truly was. I never wanted anything to happen to Anna or to me.

"How long have you had them?"

"Last week, when I was lost for a while when we went to the forest. I slipped down a hill while I was looking at a bunny." My fingers clenched around the hem of my dress. "I was alone, I was afraid, it was cold until it suddenly wasn't. I found the others soon enough afterwards and I discovered I could do these things."

He exchanged glances with mother before turning back to me.

"Elsa, I want- I need you to promise me to not use your powers again. Not around Anna, not anywhere."

I had seen this coming and I wasn't sure how to feel about that. On one hand, I certainly didn't want to hurt Anna or my parents or anyone else, really, but on the other, the ice could be fun. But no, I was the older sister, I was supposed to keep Anna safe, but I couldn't do that with them.

"Okay," I said, looking down.

"Elsa, look at me, honey," I met his eyes; they were moist and I knew my father was about to cry. "We want it for your safety. Do you know what happens to children with powers like yours? The government comes. They are not sure where people with powers fit in yet and they are worried and not entirely reasonable. We don't want them to take you away. Think about how Anna would feel if her sister was suddenly gone?"

My stomach clenched. Someone could take me away?

"Yes," he said, his voice coarse, "They could." Apparently I had asked that out loud.

"So, promise me, Elsa. Never use your powers, especially not in the open. Maybe when you are older, when things have straightened out in the government and beyond. Promise me, Elsa. Promise us."

I saw the tears in the eyes of my parents and I felt them on my own.

"I promise."

Oslo, Norway, 06.09.1996, 11:04

"Conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show. Conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show." I kept repeating the mantra over and over again, as I had for the past seven years. Today was Anna's sixteenth birthday, and I had to be perfectly in control. I kept tugging my gloves until they fit perfectly but I knew I was going to fidget with them before long. I always did.

"Elsa," I heard Anna yell from outside my door, as she knocked enthusiastically. I rushed to the door, about to tear it open, but I forced myself to calm down. I had to be composed, tranquil, in control. I wasn't a child any more.

"Conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show," I muttered one last time before opening the door.

Anna was beaming, an infectious smile on her face. We weren't as close as we used to be. It broke my heart, and hers, but I had to keep her safe, from me, from my powers and from people who would want to use them. My father's warnings had turned out to be prophetic in nature as more and more nations built military or police troops entirely made up of people with powers, even going as far as forcefully recruiting children and teenagers into special training programs.

There might be some distance between us now, but at least we grew up together, as sisters, as a family. I wouldn't change that for anything.

"Happy Birthday, Anna," I said, mirroring her smile. It was cute to see my sister blush, and she enveloped me in a big hug. It felt good, warm. Safe. Anna was the only person I had physical contact with, ever since the talk with my father. I kept my distance from my parents, and I knew mother especially had taken it hard. That's why she had become so clingy towards Anna, who had to endure the affection for two children. Luckily, Anna was a hugger by nature and didn't mind.

Anna was the only person, and even then, only on her birthdays, where I couldn't deny her that.

"Thank you, Elsa. Oh, I'm so happy you are coming with us. I feared you were going to the uni already."

"Orientation starts next week."

Not much would change though, I would still be living here. I couldn't risk roommates, and I couldn't afford a flat on my own. I could handle the commute, no need to waste money. Besides, living here meant contact with Anna, however little that was.

It didn't take long until we were all piled into the car, following our usual birthday procedure. We would watch a movie as a family, play mini-golf and then drive to our usual restaurant where we went whenever we had something special to celebrate.

I looked at Anna, her face glowing with joy. I couldn't mess this up for her.

Conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show.

Oslo, Norway, 06.09.1996, 18:46

It had been a truly great day, until the Behemoth sirens had started ringing, forcing us to flee our restaurant to reach one of the bunkers built to provide shelter and protection. Four years ago, it had appeared for the first time, and since it was destroying big cities all over the world, one by one, every few months. Endbringer, some people were calling it.

Our restaurant, though, was overlooking the fjord, and what came wasn't Behemoth, but something else. The first we knew of it was a tidal wave crashing into Oslo.

Initially, I had considered us lucky that we had been on the other side of the harbor than where the tidal wave had hit. Buildings had vanished, turning into rubble, with lots of wet patches and puddles. The water in the harbor was in flux and a second wave was coming right towards us.

Mother screamed and we ran.

You can't outrun a tidal wave.

Oslo, Norway, 09.09.1996, 13:27

Ever since that day in the forest seven years ago, I hadn't felt the cold anymore. I didn't feel the wet clothes clinging to me in the howling wind, I didn't feel the cold of the night and I didn't feel the snow that had been falling for three days straight, with no apparent intention of stopping.

I hadn't eaten, drunk or slept. I didn't know if I could any more. All I did was to watch those damned eight seconds, when the wave had crashed into us and had killed the only good thing in my life, over and over again.

"Excuse me." The voice that interrupted me came from a girl younger than me. She had long, unkempt black hair, peeking out from under her thick hooded jacket. Her clothes were dirty, and though thick, she was still shivering. Her breath was visible and her lips had a blueish color.

"Are…are you the Snow Queen?"

It was the first time I had heard the name, but I suppose it was only a question of time before they gave me a new name. "Leave me alone."

"Please, please, I'm begging you, you have to stop this. It's killing everyone who wasn't killed by that thing, Leviathan they are calling it now, and who can't escape."

If they had been as busy helping people or building better countermeasures against these monsters as they were with coming up with names, maybe things would have been different.

Then again, that both the Endbringer and I had been named at the same time was unsurprising.

After all, it was debatable as to who had done more damage to Oslo.

There was nothing I could do, though. She was wasting her time. I could no more thaw the frozen waters in the harbor than I could vanish the snow and ice from the blizzard that had been raging for three days now.

Oslo had been ravaged by the Leviathan and then frozen by me.

"I can't, now go away."

"The roads are blocked by debris, snow and ice, cars can barely travel, helicopters and planes can't fly in this weather and you froze the ocean," her shivering hand pointed in the direction of the harbor, "People are trapped."

All true, but I couldn't bring myself to care much. My thoughts kept coming back to Anna.

"I'm sorry." I was, I had tried to stop it ever since yesterday, but there wasn't anything I could do. My powers had always been about creating ice, never about making it stop.

She stomped with her left foot, leaving a deep, messy impact in the snow, "I don't care that you're sorry! My sister is dying and we can't save her because of you! Just, just make it stop. Please."

I couldn't stop the snow storm, nor thaw the ice. But saving her sister was something I could understand, respect. I know why she walked to the coldest part of the city, risking frostbite and hypothermia. She could do what I couldn't, with all this power that could only cause misery.

I could help though.

Hey Elsa, do you want to build a snowman?

With a wave of my hand, the ice and snow around us assembled into a hulking giant, roughly the size of a tractor. With two legs, two arms, a head and a body it looked like a caricature of a human, a homunculus of ice. The girl shrieked, taking a step back.

"He will listen to you," I said, having him move forward and kneel, extending his huge right hand with the palm facing up. "He will come with you, he will carry your sister and you out of the city as far as you want. He will protect you. That's all I can do."

I should probably send more snowmen out, to help as many people leave as possible.

She was uncertain, but ultimately, worry about her sister won over and she stepped on the huge hand and the snow man lifted her on her shoulder.

"Good luck."

"Thank you."

With that, I was alone again.

Snow Queen, a fitting title. That's all I was.

I waved my hand again, and a construct of ice rose in the ruins of St. Hanshaugen Park. The once beautiful green spot, full with trees and lush grass had turned into a white tundra, and in the place of the old white towers, there now stood a palace.

Every Queen needed her castle, after all, to rule her kingdom.

Oslo, Norway, 31.12.1999, 23:56

I was truly free for the first time, in more ways than one. I could use my powers freely. After all, there was no one to conceal it from, I didn't feel much and everyone knew.

Oslo had been declared a dead city a month after the Leviathan attack. My snowmen had swarmed the city, helping where they could, evacuating people en masse. They were well suited for the job. They could carry a lot, move debris and were immune to gunfire and other weaponry as they either absorbed the damage or reassembled immediately if they were hit by something that destroyed them.

The faster I helped people leave, the faster I would be left alone.

So I was, three years later. People left Oslo alone. A few stragglers came in from time to time, to explore the city, to look for news, damages, valuables but left soon enough. For most, the eternal winter, the occasional blizzard and the city's new inhabitants, the roaming snow creatures, were deterrents enough.

Oslo belonged to me, now. It would serve as Anna's tomb, and I would protect it.
 
Clash of Chivalry 1 (Fate / ASOIAF)
It had been a confusing few days, to say the least and it took every ounce of effort by him and his best lords and knights to keep people from panicking too much. Priests, nuns and monks, all the people of the cloth he could gather on short notice from nearby towns, villages and monasteries were trying their best to sooth his soldiers, to talk with them and help them make sense of their incredible experiences but it was hard to accept.

After all, how often did miracles happen to people who were not his father?

Mordred scowled, his hand wandering over the left side of his stomach once more, so often that he had long lost count. The place where his father had pierced him with his lance.


I have never hated you. If you want to know why I didn't give you the throne…it was because you don't have the capacity of a king.

Any second he wasn't placating his men about their resurrection after their deaths at the battle of Camlann, he had spent thinking about his father's last words to him. He had lost, had been killed in single combat and from what he could gather the royal armies had put his to the sword after his death.

By all accounts, the royal faction had paid for their win a steep price, there were talks by those who hadn't died that the king had succumbed to his injuries after the battle but even a pyrrhic victory is still better than defeat.

And here they were. After the battle. Or before, rather. Somehow, for an unknown reason, the clock had been turned back and they had all found themselves in their bodies a week before the battle.

What was he supposed to do now? Attack again? Mordred snorted, a bitter taste in his mouth and he spit in the river that was flowing only a few feet in front of him. He would be lucky if half of his army were ready to march with him again and he didn't like their chances of winning a battle they had literally just lost. Sure, his father's forces would face similar problems but at least they won. And loathe as he was to admit it, King Arthur would have an easier time rallying his troops than he did. Mordred knew his men believed in him and agreed that he would make for a good king, but his father's men had been winning under his leadership for quite a while now.

What was he supposed to do? He wished he could ask mother, but she was too far away to reach and she wasn't a strategist by any means. The one and only path to victory he could see were if he could break through to his father and slay him where he stood and hopefully breaking their morale completely. It was more than a longshot, of course. Father was the better fighter still, and this time the remaining Knights of the Round Table would guard him for that very thing.

"My lord," came the voice of a man he didn't recognize, and Mordred turned around to see a wide-eyed, panting man clad in the light leathers of his scouts. "Sir Gawain has arrived, under a white flag."

Mordred immediately jumped up from where he was sitting. Not for a second did he believe that this was a surrender by his father.

So, they wanted to talk, well, that suited him just fine. There was plenty he had to say to his father, and he would listen.

The scout handed him the reigns of the second horse right next to him and Mordred swung himself on the saddle, following the man to the outskirts of their camp. It didn't even take five minutes to reach and Mordred was surprised to see that Sir Gawain had come with only a small retinue of five men, none of whom had been members of the Table.

Clad in his silver armor, tall and standing straight and proud Sir Gawain stuck a striking figure, Mordred had to admit. His skill with the sword was legendary and he was known as the right-hand man of the king.

Mordred remembered how none of that had protected Sir Gawain from his blade and he had struck the knight down not even a few days ago. True, Gawain had not been at his best and already had sported several injuries while Mordred had been in significantly better shape at the point of their confrontation but he still had prevailed. While the blank expression of Sir Gawain didn't show it, Mordred would bet that he remembered it as well and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.


Happy about killing my own half-brother…what would mother think of that?

"Well met, brother. It pleases me to see you on your feet again."

Sir Gawain nodded politely. "It pleases me too to see you healed once more. The king will be happy to see you as well, he had been worried that you hadn't been among those blessed by this strange but welcome miracle."

The smile disappeared from his lips as he dismounted. He then walked until he was standing right in front of Sir Gawain and hated that he had to look up.

"Was it Merlin?" he asked. Before anything else, he wanted to know.

Sir Gawain shook his head. "We don't know. The sorcerer hasn't been seen in years and if it was him, he hasn't made an appearance to boast, at least so far. No one knows." He paused for a few seconds, frowning. "His majesty even appealed to the Lady of the Lake and she too is puzzled. I take it there was no sorcery on your side involved?"

Mordred couldn't suppress the bark of laughter and crossed his arms over his chest. Opposed to Sir Gawain, Mordred was only clad in red silks and cotton. He wasn't even armed. "If I had the magical means to do that, I would have used it before that was necessary. And mother…I can't say for sure, but I doubt it. This kind of magic is beyond her, I believe. Again, if mother had this kind of sorcery, I believe she would have used it before this as well and certainly not to bring back father."

Sir Gawain closed his eyes. "Yes, I'm inclined to agree. His majesty had similarly dismissed mo-, I mean Lady Morgan as a possible culprit, at least for now." He sighed, "Very well, it matters little for now. I am here to invite you to come with me to meet the king."

"Go with you?" he wasn't even hiding his incredulity and his men were similarly shocked, so it took a few seconds before they started to protest. Mordred silenced them with a look before he returned to meet Gawain's eyes.

"Yes," Sir Gawain said, "you are of course free to take a reasonable number of guards with you but I would ask it to be no more than a dozen. We want to make haste, after all, and anything more would slow us down too much."

"Death has made you a comedian, Sir Gawain. It seems the mass-revival was not the biggest miracle I have witnessed in my life."

The blond man had the gall to laugh. "I don't think I changed that much, but 'twas no jest. Is it the number of guards that makes this so laughable or…?"

"I don't see how you expecting me to come with you into my sworn enemy's stronghold at all is anything but a joke, Sir Gawain, and a bad one at that."

It infuriated Mordred that his half-brother was actually looking offended at his mistrust.

"Needless to say, the king has guaranteed you safe passage for the journey there and back and of course a general ceasefire until the talks are finished."

"And the king can't come here to talk?"

Sir Gawain's face hardened for the first time during their conversation. "Now it is you who is jesting, brother. The father doesn't ride out to meet the son."


I suppose I should be grateful he didn't add 'especially a bastard son'.

"He did for our battle," Mordred said but he knew it to be a petty remark and he wasn't surprised that Sir Gawain only raised an unimpressed eyebrow. Truth to be told, Mordred himself wouldn't even have sent an envoy at all, let alone such a high ranking one, wanting the loser to approach him first but his father had never been one for grandstanding.

"I don't suppose he is now willing to surrender the throne to me?"

"While the king has no intention of surrendering anything to you, Sir Mordred, he is willing to open negotiations of some kind. His majesty's dedication to end this conflict with as little bloodshed as possible is higher than ever but I believe he has proven enough that he is not unwilling to shed it if he must."

That he had, Mordred had to admit. His father had gotten the throne by crushing those who had denied his kingship in open battle and subjugating the lords and petty kings under his rule and while it had been his father's blunders that had led to half the nation rising up against him under Mordred's banner, he seemed quite good at that still.

"What are the terms he is offering?"

"I don't know, Sir Mordred. He was unwilling to tell me. He simply ordered me to bring you to him so that you two can talk." Here he hesitated. "I do believe that a royal pardon for all is on the table though."

Mordred wasn't exactly surprised by that. It was much more tempting to the common soldier to submit if there was no punishment in doing so and he himself was this close to just accepting the pardon and be done with all this but no, he would see this through.

"Very well, give me an hour to put things into order here and I will join you."

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The ride had taken longer than he had assumed. Even with fresh horses given to Sir Gawain and his men, the group of ten took nearly five hours to reach the camp, only, to his surprise, to pass it by.

"The king is awaiting you in Camelot," was the reply he had gotten from his half-brother. The camp, from what little he could see, seemed much like his own. Full of confused people with plenty of men and women of the cloth walking around.

It did relax him a bit, but even despite that, he knew that a rematch would still not be in his favor. Mordred scowled and focused on spurring his horse to ride faster. The faster he talked with the king, with his father, the better.

It took another day to reach Camelot and it had been a mostly silent ride. There was plenty to say between the two of them, Mordred knew, but neither of them did much.

What did you say to your half-brother after you had cut him down? Because he was defending your father from your treasonous but justified rebellion. The men knew better than to talk although he could feel their judgmental glances on him. They were lucky he kept his word and wouldn't attack during a ceasefire.

But he didn't spend too much time thinking about Gawain or his other brothers. Far more important was his upcoming conversation with his father. And the whole time, he was thinking of what to say to him. To throw his failings in his face, how his weakness had led to an erosion of royal authority. How his obstinate refusal to recognize him as the heir was stupid. How he had never given him a chance.

But he just couldn't formulate a coherent sentence because whenever he tried, he got angry and frustrated.

His scowl deepened, and a snarl nearly left his lips. He would just have to see what he would come up with once he stood in front of him.

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Camelot was as beautiful as ever. Green hills and plains leading up to the huge castle, with its imposing but welcoming white walls, large towers and looming gate. The bridge had already been lowered and the guards didn't even bother checking them once they saw Sir Gawain although he was met with suspicious looks.

It seemed the Knights of the Round Table still commanded considerable respect at the castle, even if that didn't extend to traitors and rebels.
A chamberlain had been expecting them and immediately ushered them inside. It was strange, to walk in Camelot's halls like this. Truth to be told, he expected to either walk in here as the new king or not at all.


A fate I avoided with luck.

The men that had served as Gawain's guard had melted away, leaving Mordred and his four men alone with Gawain and the elderly chamberlain. He himself still wasn't carrying a sword, only a dagger in his belt, although his guards were lightly armed.

"Do you require some rest, Sir Mordred?" he was asked by the man whose name he couldn't recall. "The king does offer you a bath, food and rest and he will be happy to talk with you after breakfast."

While all of these sounded great, he also couldn't bear to wait a second longer. If he had to spend the night under the same roof as him and not talk, he would go insane.

"No, take me to my father now."

The man frowned but nodded, turning around and leading the way. It didn't take long to reach the wooden door to a room that Mordred had never entered before. It wasn't the throne room and he couldn't imagine it to be his father's personal chambers. The chamberlain smashed his hand three times against the door and opened it for Mordred.

"He will see you now, then."

Mordred passed him by wordlessly, and to his surprise, neither of the two followed him inside. Once Mordred was in the room, the old man even closed the door behind him.

Now he was inside a library of sorts, or so it seemed. A table with several open books and a piece of parchment on it, alongside a quill and a small pot with ink. Long rows with dusty old tomes, a few torches far away from the books illuminating the room. And at the end, a smaller door made of glass, no doubt the product of magecraft where Mordred saw his father on a balcony, looking in the far distance.

He walked to the king, his heart beating faster than he thought possible. King Arthur, dressed in comfortable riding gear in the royal blue, looked up from his seat, and once again, his expressionless face that might as well be a mask made Mordred feel so small and angry.

"Mordred," he greeted his son.

"Father." No reaction at being called that.

Mordred felt his face twist into snarl. "Is that all you have to say to me?" he spat.

The king didn't visibly react, clearly thinking for a few seconds before he replied. "I am glad to see that you too are in good health again."

I'm not sure I could say the same. He didn't verbalize his bitter thought, but it seemed like the king was able to suspect it if the small, amused smile on his face was any indication and it surprised him more than the miracle of turning back time.

"Sit," he ordered, pointing at the second chair next to him. He even poured wine into the two chalices on the small table in-between the two chairs. "Let us do something we both have foolishly avoided for so long and talk."

Mordred bit back the angry retort that was about to leave his mouth, so he sat down, grabbed the chalice and emptied it in one second.

The king didn't comment on that and instead turned his gaze away from him and looked at the green fields stretched on the horizon.

"More than the miracle than caused the current situation, my mind can't help but linger on our last, deeply regrettable encounter," the king finally said after a minute of silence. "I don't know if it was the same for you, but I can't help but feel you think the same."

He was right, of course, but right now, he his throat had tightened and dried as if he hadn't had anything to drink for days.

The king continued. "I want to reiterate and clarify something I said then. I do not hate you, Mordred. I have never hated you. Nor do I deny our relation or that you are, by all accounts my son, even if your conception was done against my consent. I was proud of your service as a Knight of the Round Table, of your general demeanor and service overall - until you decided to rebel, of course. Until you started talking about how you should be king. However, that is a point I still haven't wavered on. My son you might be, but you are not fit to be king. If anything, your desire to claim the throne with a violent battle that served no end but cost the lives of thousands of men and the culling of all respectable knights and with it the order and stability of the nation has proven that."

"It was because of your weakness that we were forced to do that," Mordred finally snapped, glaring harshly at his father.

King Arthur nodded, the blank mask changing to a small frown. "I made mistakes," he admitted. "Many, many mistakes. I won't deny that and what costly mistakes those were. I thought I was protecting my people but instead I undermined all I was trying to build my whole life. It was my mistake that allowed the resentment for Lancelot and Genevieve to fester. It was my mistake that I refused to truly engage with you and keeping my distance which led to you assume the worst about me. It was my mistake that I thus allowed my sister to manipulate you as she did. It was my mistake to leave for an expedition at such a critical juncture where my presence was required rather than hoping that my absence would cool tempers down. It was my mistake that I held back during the battles of the rebellion, that my hesitance to immediately squash it allowed it to fester and claim far more lives. It was also my mistake that I never designated an heir to take over once I died. Yes, Mordred, I certainly committed costly mistakes." He then turned to Mordred, a harsh glare on his face and Mordred felt shocked at the amount of emotion in his father's green eyes. He honestly hadn't known his father was capable of that, that he felt at all. "But I didn't force you to stoke the flames of rebellion, to exploit the internal strife and create more chaos. I didn't force you to rally half the country with half-truths and lies. I didn't make you sow discord among the Knights of the Round Table. And most importantly, it was your own actions that disqualified you from being a king."

"You lie!" he roared, face flush with anger. "I would be a great king, the greatest king in history! Half the country could see it. They chose me over you, father. They saw what I had to say and saw the rightness of it. They acknowledged my abilities to rule and followed me."

Arthur had a calculating look on his face. "Some did," he said, "I won't deny that. But not many, certainly not the most. They followed you because despite my best efforts over the years, there are still quite a few lords and knights in my realm who are ambitious, greedy and think little for anyone who is not them and their immediate family and you were their best chance of returning to the lives they had before my rule." He leaned back on his chair. "But I think we are making the same mistakes as before, not really listening to each other and simply arguing. So, let me ask you this, Sir Mordred of Orkney, why do you want to be king?"

"Because it is my right," he snapped back, "Because I am your son!"

"So, it is due to protect your legal rights and carry out your duty as my son?"

This felt like a trap to Mordred but he couldn't help but nod.

"Do you now," King Arthur mused, leaning back on his chair.

Mordred bristled. "Are you calling me a liar?"

"It's rather that I think you aren't being entirely honest with yourself rather than you trying to deceive me, truth to be told." He paused for a second and took a sip of wine. "What if I were to announce that despite everything, Guinevere was to bare me a son in a few months, would you then retract your entitlement to the throne? Surely you would have to admit, from a legal perspective, the son that came from my marriage is ahead in succession than you. It's not something I personally agree with but such is the law. Surely a lawfully minded person who is eager to protect his rights would then retract and fall in line as a loyal subject once more, no?"

Mordred didn't answer because he knew that he wouldn't, not at this point. "You don't have another son but me," he said finally, "and I would deny the legitimacy of any child you would bring forth, as would half the country."

Arthur nodded, "but you wouldn't even if I had irrefutable proof. That is where my concerns lie. I do not doubt that you hold your rights and the legal apparatus in high esteem, Mordred, I just question whether or not that truly is your driving motivation." Arthur turned back to Mordred again, his expression focused and his gaze concentrated entirely on him. "You say you want to be king, you are fighting to claim the throne, you are willing to kill countless people to do so and I will hear why you want it. What will you do once you have the throne. What will your actions be once you have taken the crown from my corpse?"

"I wouldn't be as weak as you," Mordred snarled, getting on his feet, "I wouldn't let one of my knights fuck my wife and allow them to flaunt their disrespect while trying to look away. I wouldn't tolerate dissent like you did. This war happened because you allowed all the lords and knights in the land to form up. You could have crushed any one of them before they had become problems. I wouldn't allow this weakness to stand."

"So you would return to the times of might makes right," Arthur looked disappointed. "This is why you shouldn't become king, Mordred. Before I came king, the lands were full with petty kings and lords who warred and fought over every little thing. Men and boys were drafted into senseless wars where they lost their lives for no good reason other than the nobilities desire for combat. Conflicts in which they themselves were safe due to their armor whereas the peasants only had shabby cloth and wooden spears to protect themselves from a cavalry charge or fully armored knight. Villages were sacked and there was no justice, no safety for anyone but for the strongest. Attacking any lord and putting his castle to the sword because I had a disagreement with them did not lead to stability then and it will not under you."

"You hypocrite!" Mordred felt his face get red with anger, clenching his fists even harder. "You warred more than any other king in history. Almost every lord that either follows me or you had once been an enemy you have beaten on the field."

"These lands knew nothing but war and strife between lords and kings. Bandits and miscreants roamed the countryside, preying on whoever was unfortunate enough to cross their paths. Every noble only protected their own castle and tried to increase their lands by taking them from those too weak to stop them. Yes, I fought them, but after I was done, it led to twenty years of peace. A merchant could travel freely between cities without being robbed. Farmers weren't constantly forced to battle for lords who cared little for them in meaningless battles. The citizens did not suffer under unjust taxes to refill the coffers of lords who had lost wars. The law protects everyone. Might for right! That is my kingship, Mordred. That is my legacy. That is what I fight and yes, kill for. And I will not have you plunge this country and its people back to a time where a few strong lords feel they can do as they please simply because they had a slightly bigger army or purse." The intensity of his glare and his words caused his stomach to clench harder than Mordred would have thought but the anger running through his veins fueled her.

"Those 20 years of peace resulted in the biggest battle this nation had ever seen. Yes, people fought a lot more often, but not nearly as many people died as in our clash. The peace made us weak and bottled up all the resentment until it exploded in a far greater magnitude. Combat is part of life, father. Your peace didn't work."

"It worked until I let my feelings get the better of me. Until my love and affection for Lancelot and Genevieve made me tolerate their violation of our laws, even if they were laws I disagreed with. It was my emotions towards you that made me hesitate dealing with you as soon as you began your treason which allowed the conflict to spread for so long."

"What a joke," Mordred hissed. "Your emotions for me? Don't lie to me like that, I saw your emotions when you ran your spear through me."

"I remember you stabbing me with your sword, in the battle which you engaged first so do not pretend I mercilessly cut you down while you were trying to talk."

There was that, of course, and it was a hard point to refute.

King Arthur took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. "Be that as it may, there was another reason why we needed to talk."

Mordred, still feeling too many emotions than he was used to, wasn't sure how to react. "Oh?" he pressed out, still glaring at his father.

"Have you looked at the night's sky, on your way back?"

That was a very odd topic change and completely unlike his father. He stared at him for a few seconds before answering. "No, it was cloudy, for the most part."

"It wasn't in Camelot or further up north," King Arthur said, as he stood up. "Follow me, please." With that, he strode back inside and went to the desk, with Mordred right behind him, still confused as to what importance the night sky could possibly have. There, he unraveled a large map of British Isles.

"I have known archers who have boasted that from an elevated position, they can see mainland Europe, so good they claimed their eyesight was."

Mordred shrugged, "Heard one or two make that claim as well. Empy boasts said while drinking, not exactly anything knew."

"Not anymore," he said and put his finger on the sea on its most southern parts. "There is now a very large, visible landmass. By boat it wouldn't take longer than an hour to cross it, twice as fast with good wind and currents."

"What are you talking about?"

King Arthur faced his son, "the magics which have turned back the time to save all the lives did more than just that. If you had been able to see the night sky, you would have seen a completely different constellation of stars. If you had fished in the waters surrounding our kingdom, you would have seen different types of fish. And if you had taken one of our vessels and sailed over to the new visible landmass, you would have seen a place that was not France. If you had sailed in the other way from the opposite piece land, you would no longer find the shores of Ireland. Whatever happened, Mordred, it took our island to this new place."

The only reason why he didn't call his father a liar was that he didn't believe his father had the imagination to make up a lie this stupid, nor did he think he was gullible enough to believe a lie of this type said by someone else.

King Arthur continued. "The court mages sense different magic in the air, a lesser kind they say. It is warmer and it hasn't rained in all of Britain every since we came back, which is unusual given the season. And the scouts we have sent over have seen troop movement towards an unknown coastal town which is only a few hours away, which apparently has a sizable fleet of ships."

Mordred felt a jolt of fear through his body before it was replaced by anger. "An invasion!" he hissed.

"That is what we fear, and even if you believe that our differences are so big that we can never talk them out, I would ask of you, as both, a knight of Britain and someone who strives to become its king, to put our battle aside for now and face this threat to our home and people together. I would hate to fight a war on two fronts but make no mistake, I would do it and I would do it far harsher than last time."

Mordred met the eyes of his father and in them, he saw something which he hadn't seen in quite a while. Cold determination, an unfeeling mask that betrayed nothing except the willingness to do what he said he would. The king that everyone ended up following before he lost his way was back and despite knowing that this was actually bad for him and his cause, in a way, he was glad that he was.

"And what would you suggest we do? How would we work together?"

"Ideally, you would denounce your intention for insurrection and declare our armies to be one army. I would make you officially my heir and bestow upon you the title of crown prince. Then one of us would ride out to meet the invading host and either resolve this with words or by the sword if words should fail, while the other stays in Camelot and rules for the time being. We do need someone to stay here and calm things down between the two factions. Once we resolve this crisis, and hopefully stabilize things, we can return to our quarrel but hopefully things will have calmed down enough that there will be no need for armed combat between armies at this point. Maybe you will have convinced me that in your duration as crown prince that you would make a great king and successor and serve as that. Maybe you will see that I was right and kingship is not the path for you. Even if we were to still disagree about things, I am hopeful that we would be able to work out a compromise that would not lead to the death of most fighting men of Britain."

It was…it sounded good, a bit too good. "And who would do what? Which of the two tasks have you envisioned for us since you seem to have planned everything?"

"I figured you would read an insult and an unkind interpretation in every decision I would make on that point so I am leaving the decision up to you, as your first act as Crown Prince of Camelot. Either way, you would first have to return to your army and set things right there as it is such a change where I don't think they would believe a letter alone. But afterwards, if you so wish, you can stay in Camelot and rule for the time being as Crown Prince or you take command of the vanguard of the army and meet the invaders, while I make sure the rest of the army makes it there. Our scouts have given us roughly two weeks before they get here so we will have to make some haste. As a ruler, you would have free hand but I would advise you to not start your reign by doing something as unwise as killing or arresting those who didn't support your insurrection. There are limits to my tolerance."

That was a tempting prospect but it would be of little use if his father turned his army back and put him and his men to the sword.
"Is there anyone standing ready on our shores to meet any early but smaller forces of theirs?"

Mordred's father nodded. "You probably know that roughly a third of the Knights of the Round Table decided to be neutral or decided this fight was not for them and either went to the seclusion of their keeps or left the kingdom for quests. Those who were not inside the borders of the kingdom found themselves, alongside the men in their retinues, in Camelot. This makes the whole business all the stranger and makes me believe that there is the hand of divinity in play at this point. In any case, I supplied those knights with additional men from Camelot and under the commands of Sir Galahad and Sir Percival, roughly five thousand men have taken position in that area to serve as the initial force, ready to greet the invaders."

King Arthur turned his attention back to his son.

"Now, choose Prince Mordred."
 
Green Chapter 1 (Pokemon)
Summary: Green and her new starter Squirtle are starting their pokemon journey and they have nine months to qualify for the Indigo Plateau Conference and then win it. To do so, they need to build a team and win all eight badges first. Red and Blue have the same goal and plan, which is going to make things all the more difficult.

Enjoy!
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It was almost surreal, to hold my first pokeball in my hand. What made it especially weird was that I knew for a fact that there was a creature inside that was over 10kg, but the pokeball was still lighter than an apple, something I was told would still be true even if the pokemon inside weighed tens of tons.

It was an incredible thing and something that I hoped I would never stop appreciating.

Unfortunately, my fellow two starting trainers seemed less inclined to behold the marvel of technology in our hands, as apparently, Blue had already challenged Red to a match.

On one hand, staying and watching their first, official battle would offer some insight into their battle strategies and the personalities and aptitudes of their pokemon, but since we had all been born in Pallet Town and had more or less grown up together, took classes together and had many mock battles, it wouldn't be information that I didn't already possess.

Sure, none of us had ever gone all out but that wouldn't be the case here anyway, with each of them wielding one, mostly untrained pokemon that they were using the first time.

No, a head-start without either one of them bugging or following me was infinitely more valuable, especially since I had a plan that I had managed to conceal from both of them.

"Well, good luck to you two," I said, before turning to Professor Oak, "thank you, Professor. Squirtle and I will be in contact." I patted the pocket in my shorts which was housing my new Pokedex.

Red and Blue left the room while the Professor gave me a warm smile. "Of course, I am expecting greatness from all three of you, although I am surprised you do not want to battle now."

"Those two hotheads were aching for a fight with each other, so no matter who I faced afterward, that pokemon would be tired and I'd rather face them when they are fresh."

While Red wasn't what I would call a graceful loser, he at least had the dignity to not make as many excuses as Blue. Besides, I wanted to crush them at their best, only that would be satisfying. Taking out an exhausted enemy was a valid strategy and something to exploit for sure, but this was not the time or place for something like that.

Oak chuckled, "Well, good luck on your journey, young lady. I'm expecting great things from all three of you."

"You're right to do so," I said, grinning, before giving him a wave and walking out the door of his office and then the laboratory building itself not twenty seconds later. I passed by Red and Blue, who had started their duel like ten meters away from the entrance, with Blue's Charmander fighting Red's Bulbasaur. I couldn't tell much with only a glance, but the Charmander seemed to have an advantage, which wasn't surprising, given the type advantage itself but knowing Red, that was hardly a defining factor. Not to mention that with our pokemon being so inexperienced, none of them would have the attacks to meaningfully exploit the type advantages beyond one basic attack. Then again, they weren't durable or experienced enough to deal with said damage, so it all worked out in that regard.

Putting them out of my mind, I pulled my collapsible bike out of my backpack, enlarged it, mounted it, and cycled away, rather happy that they had been too occupied with their duel to notice me. Their actual duel wouldn't take too long, but afterward, they would want to have their pokemon healed before setting out. Not doing so would be risky, and while both were risk-takers as well, this was an unnecessary one that didn't really offer them anything worth doing so. That meant I would have at least an hour or two before they would follow me.

Now, the direction I was going was hardly a secret. There were only two paths for anyone starting from Pallet Town. You either go north, following Route 1 to Viridian City or you go south, heading out to sea, following Route 21 to Cinnebar Island and the cluster of tiny islands a bit to the east of it.

Well, technically speaking, if you owned some kind of boat or sea vessel or a pokemon you could ride, you didn't have to follow Route 21, and you could try to make it to Fuchsia City, Vermillion City, and Celadon City, since they all were port cities in different positions around the same body of water, but that wasn't really feasible for any of us at this moment.

And while they could just book a passage on one of the ferries that traveled Route 21, the variety of pokemon was actually a lot more limited in that region, not to mention that once one left Cinnebar Island, the pokemon and waters became a lot more dangerous. It was not something to be braved without a few strong pokemon or under the protection of those who made it their life to travel those waters.

So, since we weren't insane, Route 1 was the only real option. Well, kinda. I would be following Route 1 for a while, until I would leave the path halfway before arriving at Viridian City, to head to the Xanadu Nursery, the place where I would hopefully be able to get an Eevee. Professor Oak had allowed us to participate in pokemon courses in his laboratory, but after a while, first Blue and later on Red had stopped showing up. Blue, because he felt like the course was a huge waste of time, teaching nothing he didn't already know or couldn't learn faster by himself, and Red because he wanted to use his time differently.

Both hadn't been wrong, in a lot of ways, the course had been a bit of a waste of time. The guy teaching it hadn't been particularly interesting and the information he had been trying to convey had been rather basic and something we all had learned before, but I had kept going, mainly because the course didn't take that long and I wouldn't have been able to use my time that much better without it, not to mention that I very well might have been able to learn something that I hadn't known before.

And while that hadn't happened, I still had been lucky, as when the course was about to end, the teacher had handed out flyers about the Xanadu Nursery and their Eevee Adaption Program, and how one could apply for it.

That had made all the boring lessons and hours wasted worth it. Eevee was rare, valuable, and rather strong. You wouldn't find many wandering the wilds and buying them cost a fortune, a fortune I didn't have. People rarely traded them and those who did wanted equally rare pokemon for them, something I couldn't exactly blame them for.

That left winning them in competitions or adopting them by applying for the license, a license which took around a year to acquire. It wasn't exactly hard, since one only needed to prove one had the skills, knowledge, and patience, so one had to write a few essays on taking care of Eevees and its various evolutionary paths. That hadn't been particularly difficult. The hard aspect was that since there weren't that many Eevees out there, the license tests were designed to be as tedious and long-lasting as possible. The officials wanted to avoid some clever profiteers from breezing through the tests, adopting an Eevee, selling it for a lot of money, and then going through the process again or making a friend do it.

The way the tests and essays were all spaced out, one would need to devote a significant amount of time and effort into it, something that very few people had the patience to go through, not to mention that this didn't guarantee and Eevee at the end. It merely offered the option to meet a few Eevee in the nearest location that was looking after them and if one of them wanted to go with you, you could take them. If all of them disliked you, well, you were shit out of luck.

It was a rather clever system since that also screened out those who only saw Eevee as a means for profit since Eevees were rather good at sensing and feeling the emotions of others.

So, while those two were busy, if I made good time, I would be able to reach the part of the path that would lead me to the Xanadu Nursery.

It wouldn't make that big of a difference if they followed me there, I suppose. It was a mixture of a gigantic greenhouse and a pokemon sanctuary, so there were other pokemon there, and most of them didn't require a license or anything of the sort, although a lot of fire and poison pokemon did.

But we all had qualifications for most pokemon, since passing those tests was what was required to be able to start the trainer journey.

It was just that most people wanted to catch their first few pokemon, but I had always wanted an Eevee, so stumbling on one of the few ways of getting one this early into my trainer journey was a very happy boon. And if that gave me a bit of an advantage over the other two who had stopped coming and thus never got the flyer, well, that's hardly my fault, is it?

With that, I left Pallet Town and entered Route 1 with a smile on my face. The path itself was relatively secure. Pallet Town and Viridian City had a long history of travel, being the mainland city connection Pallet had. As such, Rangers were doing an excellent job of keeping the more dangerous pokemon at bay, who had long since been accustomed to staying away from the main road itself and remained away in the forests and more wild sections. Not to mention, that the area didn't have the biggest diversity of pokemon and many of them were not particularly aggressive.

Of those, one should avoid angering Spearow flocks, which was just common sense and usually easy to do. More dangerous in terms of unintentionally provoking one was the smaller pokemon one could step on by mistake. Raticates were common and they tended to try and take a bit out of anything that scared or angered them, which was most things they saw. There was also the occasional Oddish, who just loved spraying poison on people, and they could be very easily missed in the grass, especially since some liked to burrow a bit into the ground.

Alongside Squirrel's pokeball, I also had 5 empty ones, all of them the basic model, unfortunately, but replacing them with higher quality versions was a long-term project. And while I would hate to waste even one of the basic ones on something like a Raticate or Spearow, an Oddish would be a solid choice.

There were also some bug pokemon living in the trees, like Spinarak or Ledyba, and of course, pokemon migrated all the time, so from all I had read, you could always encounter something unusual that wasn't really native to the region.

This general safety made Pallet Town a bit subpar in terms of the pokemon catching experiences
It also made the region a bit subpar for those aiming for the top in pokemon trainer and coordinator circles, since there wasn't a lot of particularly unique pokemon. Mt. Hideaway was the one hot spot, but only for high-level trainers as that region was forbidden for anyone who was either not a Ranger, an ACE, or someone with at least six badges or its equivalent in qualifications. Mt. Hideaway was the home of particularly big specimens of Onix, which made traversing those mountains particularly dangerous, as any of the numerous, gigantic Onix could cause an avalanche of rocks or attack directly.

There were other pokemon, that one could naturally find in mountains and caves, and since they had to share a space with those Onix, they also tended to be a bit stronger, but it was mainly the place to go for those few who had the inclination and aptitude to go for the big rock serpents.

Mt. Hideaway was also said to be the training grounds of choice for Elite Four-member Bruno, who would go there for weeks at a time, training his pokemon and body. It made for good speculation on what exactly it was he was doing on message boards, and definitely something to consider, but for now, that place was unfortunately off-limits for me. An Onix was a cool choice, but even if I had been secure in myself that I could avoid the rangers patrolling and make it in there, I didn't think one low-level pokemon or two would cut it. Sure, I could be lucky, but that was less of a calculated gamble and more just a fool's way of lying to herself.

I didn't intend to throw away my trainer career right at the beginning, chasing a pokemon I wasn't particularly keen on. No, I had a different path in mind. One that would ensure that I would make it to the top, conquering the League, rather than a cautionary tale for other young trainers.

I had been tempted, of course, you couldn't feel that strongly if you hadn't at least considered doing that stupid thing, but while a strong Onix would be really, really cool, there was a reason that not many people were using one in the higher echelons of poke-battling.

The well-trodden path allowed me to cover quite a bit of ground. I was tempted to stop and have Squirtle fight a few of the Pidgey and Raticates I was seeing on the sides but I wanted to have a real conversation with him first. Occasionally I would brush my right hand against my belt where the pokeball was resting. It still felt a bit surreal, almost two hours in.

That said, with the sun being so high, I had started to get a bit sweaty and tired, and I should probably take a break and hydrate. It would also be the perfect opportunity to let Squirtle out for the first time as his trainer. I had planned this initial leg of my journey rather well, so I knew where I was going to stop and take a break.

A few minutes later, I arrived at the point I had in mind, right next to the first and smaller of the many lakes in the region, right below the shade of a big tree, where I could lean my bike and have enough space to sit without being bothered by the sun. Sitting down, I took off my hat and wiped the sweat from my brow, and then pulled out one of my three water bottles. After taking a few refreshing gulps, I leaned back against the tree, closing my eyes and enjoying the slight breeze. I had them closed for nearly a minute before I decided that was enough rest, and it was finally time to meet Squirtle again.

I grabbed the pokeball he was in, enlarged it with a click, and by clicking the button on its front, the ball opened and out of the white energy beam, Squirtle took shape in front of me, his large, purple eyes looking at me, before breaking into a wide smile, with his round head bobbing happily as it squeaked at me.

I knelt down and enveloped Squirtle in a hug, which he happily returned. "I'm so happy that we are finally a team, buddy."

Since we all grew up in Pallet Town, practically in the lab, where the starters were assigned to the pokemon trainers beginning their journey there, and the fact that Blue was the grandson of Professor Oak, we had a few advantages that many other starting trainers didn't have and one of them was premature access to our starters. It hadn't been for a long time, mind you, but starter pokemon received a bit of training until they were deemed ready to be entrusted to a novice trainer as their first official pokemon with which they were expected to battle and catch wild pokemon.

Since the three of us had talked things over and had found out that all of us had been interested in different starters, it had been uncomplicated to get acquainted prematurely with our chosen starters.
I know that Charmander is supposed to be the smartest choice, as its final evolution tended to be the biggest and most versatile powerhouse of the three, but there wasn't really a bad choice to pick there. They all had different strengths and weaknesses which had to be leveraged correctly during battles, and I was more than happy with Squirtle.

"We're on our way to the Xanadu Nursery, and I'm just taking a bit of a break. We're not exactly hurting for time, but I do want to get there as soon as possible, but we will stay here for an hour or so. How about you take a bit of a swim?"

He would get more options to do so on the route I had planned, but water pokemon wanted as much swimming time as possible.

He squeaked in agreement and dove into the lake. I pulled out my Pokedex and scanned him. With roughly 60 cm in height, he was a bit taller than regular Squirtles and weighed a bit more too, which was always an advantage but Professor Oak was famous for handing out excellent starters, so I was sure that the starters of the others were equally well-bred. It had the ability Torrent, making his water attacks stronger once he was close to passing out, and the hidden ability Rain Dish, which actually made him constantly recover his health when it rained, albeit slowly and not that much. Enough to give him an edge in extended battles and keep him in the fight for longer, but not to mean that he was invincible during rain or anything.

Those two abilities had excellent synergy with each other and honestly, it was what I would expect from a man with the resources and know-how of Professor Oak, to provide us with such an excellent specimen.

The attacks he knew were Tackle, Tail Whip, Aqua Gun, and Withdraw. It should be able to learn Bubbles, Rapid Spin and Bite soon enough, at least that, and practicing those would be the priority for now. I also took out my small journal and a pen and started writing down the attacks.

I wasn't planning on challenging gyms right away, the way I knew Red and Blue were wanting to do. I know Squirtle is a good choice to challenge Brock early on, what with the type advantage but I wasn't in a hurry to do so. Going to Pewter City right now would mean crossing the Viridian Forest and going to Viridian at all, and I didn't want to do either of these things. For one, there wasn't really a pokemon I was interested in, in that region. Sure, there are a few decent ones, strong ones, even. Scythers were occasionally traveling through, but they were very rare.

But it felt a bit cheap to rush through with a type advantage. We had roughly nine months if we wanted to participate in the Indigo Plateau Conference, and the way I was seeing it, I could tackle Brock just as well when I was on the last leg of my journey rather than being my first target.

To me, it was more important to build a strong team first. No one was guaranteed any particular pokemon they wanted, so one had to travel and hope for the best and it would maximize my chances since I knew which pokemon I wanted and I had researched where I had to go to have the best odds of catching one.

So, first Eevee, and then we would see.

I closed the journal, with one finger sticking between the pages where I had last been writing to not lose the spot, and I watched Squirtle swimming for a few minutes. The little guy was enjoying himself, chasing the occasional Goldeen and Magikarp. While I had little interest in Goldeen, a Magikarp was actually an interesting prospect, since once evolved, Gyrados was a powerhouse. Very hard to control but if you managed to earn the respect and obedience of a Gyrados, that was the sign of a great trainer.

It was also a huge gamble because Magikarps themselves were very, very lackluster as far as pokemon went. They could barely learn any attacks, they needed to be in the water at all times and couldn't be used on land at all, and even in the water, they were among the slowest water pokemon. The few attacks they could learn were Splash which did nothing but allow it to jump out of the water, sometimes very high, which looked cool but had limited applications, Tackle, which was the most basic attack, and Flail, which, while better, also wasn't super great.

It was a slow, water-bound pokemon with no real water attacks, that was only good in close combat, which it was also rather terrible at.

So, trainers had to go through a lot of trouble, training a pokemon that was really bad at battling until it evolved into a Gyrados that was terrific at battling but might not listen to you and in worst cases, attacked you or people around you.

It would take a lot of time and effort and it wasn't guaranteed I could do it in time for the Conference, but if I did, it would be one hell of a heavy hitter. I felt the smile on my face widen. It wasn't without merit. I hadn't really considered a Magikarp before, mostly brushing it off as a dud pokemon, but with Squirtle I had the optimal partner for training it, being a fellow water pokemon who would also benefit from training with it and was able to do so underwater.

I opened my map, checking the route I had planned. After this, there was a small lake close to the Xanadu Nursery, and afterward, I had planned to go to Hop Hop Hop Town, and while I originally had wanted to take the road for as long as possible, it was equally possible, if a bit slower since I would be walking a lot instead of riding the bike, to follow the coast and use that as an opportunity to train Magikarp. I could keep following the coast for a long while, or at least travel in such a way that I could always head back every few days, to keep a regular training schedule going.

It was very feasible, and while not a guaranteed success, that was a gamble worth taking. This time, I was focusing on the Magikarp my Squirtle was playing with. Not all pokemon were equal, and not any member of any species would do. Ideally, it would be a motivated and intelligent specimen, who would put in the effort and be able to think on their feet. Or fins, in this case. So, while Squirtle was chasing a few around, splashing and squealing in joy, there was one Magikarp among the five that were playing with him that stood out to me. I pointed my Pokedex at it, and it revealed to me, that it was roughly average in size, with nearly 1 meter in height, a tiny bit shorter than usual, and weighing close to ten kg. It was also a she and seemed to be in good health otherwise.

But there was no sense in being hasty, so I leaned back and was content to watch the pokemon continue playing for another half an hour, swimming around. And one by one, the other pokemon left, until it was only Squirtle and Magikarp, who were still at it. By now, they were playing some sort of tag, and Squirtle seemed to be winning most of the time, something that seemed to frustrate the Magikarp.

I put the journal down, grabbed some pokefood, and walked to the edge of the lake stopping at the edge. For a second, I considered getting in, but I decided against it. I still wanted to reach the big lake today.

"Hey guys," I started, drawing the attention of both of them, with my Squirtle squeaking in response. "I saw you two having fun, and I bet you guys are pretty hungry by now, aren't you?" I pulled out the container with pokefood that I had brought with me, poured one small pile right on the earth, in front of Squirtle and then I sprinkled a roughly equal amount into the water, which Magikarp immediately started eating. "Seeing you two get along so well makes me hate the idea to pull the two of you apart. So, what do you say, Magikarp, do you want to join us? Let me warn you, though, while it will be fun and you will see exciting new places, there will also be a lot of hard work and training in your future and when we get you to evolve, a lot of hard battles. And evolving will be your personal number one priority in my team. Are you in?"

Magikarp stopped eating for a second and jumped out of the water, with a lot of excitement, somersaulting over me and landing on my other side, on the green grass, and started flopping while yelling its own name with each flop.

"That's the biggest yes anyone has ever given me," I said, pulling out an empty pokeball and throwing it at her. It sailed through the air, hitting the fish pokemon while it had just flopped upwards and it dissolved into red energy and was consequently pulled into the ball. It landed on the ground with a soft, almost inaudible thumb, twitched three times, and stood still.

I pumped my fist in excitement. "Yes!" It was perhaps a bit too much excitement since Magikarp had been pretty psyched to join us, but still, it was my first self-captured pokemon and I didn't have to browbeat it into joining.

I immediately released her into the lake again and poured some more pokefood over her head and watched her happily continue eating. "Welcome to the team, Magikarp. I can't promise that you will see combat any time soon, but you will definitely train and work harder than you ever have before, so enjoy this meal."

I looked at Squirtle, who had finished eating, and gave him a nod. "As to you, how are you feeling about some training, now that you had your fun for a bit? Still have some energy left?"

Squirtle punched the air and gave me an energetic cry. "That's good to hear." I checked the watch on my Pokedex and saw that it was close to 4. I still had several hours of sunlight, but I honestly didn't want to travel after 19 o'clock. "Then we are going to do an hour of training and that still leaves me enough time to get to the camping spot I had in mind."

I pointed at the tree that was roughly five meters away from us. "Okay, buddy, gimme your best Water Gun."

Immediately, a torrent of water left his mouth and hit the tree. I watched him for ten seconds blasting the tree with water before the volume of water lessened and it ultimately fizzled out. "Not bad. Now dash to the tree, touch it and dash back. Three times please."

He bolted, and I watched him do so. Squirtle weren't necessarily the fastest pokemon out there, but their speed could surprise you if you weren't prepared for it. A Squirtle would never be a long-distance runner, nor would he ever be a speedster but I still wanted the option to blitz pokemon who weren't expecting him to do so to be on the table. But that was only the secondary aim of this.

The main goal was to exhaust him. He needed stamina. Squirtle had good stamina from the beginning, but I needed him to have as much as possible.

When he finished his three dashes, I could see him slightly panting. "Well done, and now Water Gun again, aim at the same tree."

It took half a second of hesitation before Squirtle took a deep breath and fired his Water Gun again. He also hit the tree, but this time the water beam was less forceful but still acceptable. He only could hold it for eight seconds though. Still, it was more than expected, especially since the little guy had tuckered himself out by playing around in the lake with the Magikarp and Goldeen.

"And three dashes again." He didn't complain and instead bolted forwards on all fours.

After repeating it two more times he was lying on the ground, panting. I had opened my journal and was recording his times. By the last dash, his speed had dropped considerably and his Water Gun had barely hit the tree and the beam had lasted for maybe three seconds before it petered off.

All in all, it was a good showing but there was a lot of room to improve. By the time we reached our first gym, I needed Squirtle to be able to dash around the battlefield and fire off his Water Gun at full force.

Putting away the journal, I bend down and picked Squirtle up, carrying him to the lake, and promptly dropped him into the water. The cold lake revived him and he let out a satisfying squeal before floating contently on his back, with his face above the surface.

"That was a good start. Your Water Gun will be your primary mode of attack for quite some time, and while this blitz I want you to learn will not necessarily last into your Blastoise evolution, it will be part of your arsenal in your current form and as Wartortle. While you have the means to fight at any range, there is value in being able to choose the range for yourself, rather than letting our opponents determine it for us. If your long-rage options prove ineffective, you will need to get close to use your close-range attacks, and for that, you will need to dash towards them."

I gave him a smile, which he returned. "But good work, rest for five minutes, then give me three sets of the dash and Water Gun again. For now, we need to build up your muscles and stamina."

He nodded and closed his eyes to enjoy the rest of his break. Satisfied, I turned to my second pokemon and was pleased to see that Magikarp had watched us with interest. "You will be doing something similar, for now, at least. Until you evolve, or until we can buy the TM for Hydro Pump, which won't be any time soon, I'm afraid, you will only have close combat options. So, if you have listened, the same thing applies to you, but even more so since you lack any and all mid-and long-range options. You will have to swim really fast at your opponent and then hit him with that momentum because odds are that they will be able to hit harder than you and take more damage than you. Your only option is to be faster and hit harder than they can expect and make them pay for underestimating you. Later on, when you are training with Squirtle, I will also need you to be able to take damage and work through the pain or dodge ranged attacks."

At least Magikarp looked enthusiastic if her nod was anything to go by, but I wasn't sure how much of what I had said she understood. But pokemon were smarter than one would think, so I had always pretty much just shared my thoughts with them. I did so with my parents' pokemon and I did so with the pokemon I interacted with at Professor Oak's lab, and it had worked out so far.

"Okay, I need you to swim as fast as you can, for as long as you can, and then I need you to swim for even longer and faster after that. Follow the shore of the lake until you are back here. Go!"

And with that, Magikarp started swimming. I watched her swim pretty fast for twenty seconds before she started to slowly lose more and more speed. When she finally made it back to her starting position, having circled the small lake in two minutes, she was not even at half the speed that she had started out at.

"Good effort, Magikarp. Relax for five minutes and then give me another lap at full speed. I need you to do that three more times."

She gave a tired nod, and while I wasn't sure she could do it, I needed her to at least try and see if her motivation was strong enough to power through exhaustion and pain.

Tomorrow, in the big lake, I would be joining her with the laps. Right now, I still needed to cover too much ground to exhaust myself by swimming, but I also didn't want to be lazily sitting around while my pokemon were giving it their all, so I pulled out my journal again and began to make more notes, writing down everything my pokemon were doing.

Weeks from now, I wanted to be able to read them the numbers they had now and how far they'd have come then.

I felt my heart pounding faster, as I was finally feeling like a genuine pokemon trainer.
 
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Green Chapter 2 (Pokemon)
It had taken me the rest of the daylight of yesterday to reach the biggest lake in the region, where I had camped the night. It was a popular spot for families who wanted to enjoy the lake, swim, barbeque and wander while it was also popular for trainers because it housed most of the regional water pokemon while also being safe enough that families were comfortable bringing their children.

There were also a lot of already prepared spots for camping, so it wasn't too much of a hassle to set up there, you just had to leave the place as you found it once you were done, which was fair enough.

Now, after having slept and then fed my team and myself, I had once again continued my journey to the Xanadu Nursery, and we arrived at around nine in the morning. The Xanadu Nursery consists of several main parts, but the most eye-catching part was no doubt the huge glass dome that stretched dozens of meters into the sky, and I knew covered a radius of 500 meters. It was basically a huge greenhouse, offering a wide selection of vegetation, plants, and trees that were not necessarily native to Kanto, and with that, it housed a lot of pokemon.

Since it was a Nursery, one couldn't just waltz in and capture pokemon, though. The primary function of the Xanadu Nursery still remained to be the nursery part in its name, and it was the home of a lot of young pokemon who could not handle life on the outside alone. Of course, plenty of pokemon, who had grown up here, decided to stay here, which is why there is also a surprising amount of mature and evolved pokemon, who act as protectors alongside the Rangers who are stationed here and who patrol the area.

Once I reached the parameter, I was greeted by a bored-looking guard who was sitting in a chair, with a Growlithe dozing next to him on the ground. After presenting my credentials with the Pokedex, he winked me through, instructing me to actually go to the glass dome. Upon arriving at the entrance I was directed to, I was surprised to actually see a lady with long, straight purple hair going down to her hips, who was reading the tablet she was holding intently. There was no mistaking it, this was actually Florinda Showers, the owner of the Xanadu Nursery. Famous for her numerous pokemon of the Oddish line, and her dedication to and protection of pokemon. It was especially impressive if you knew that she was in her 30s and had become a very respected figure in the pokemon world in a relatively short time. The Xanadu Nursery had been founded when I was five or so, just a bit over ten years ago.

Hearing my footsteps, she looked up and her intense expression changed to a warm smile. She folded her tablet and stepped towards me, extending her empty right hand. "Hi, you must be Green, it's so nice to meet you."

I shook her hand firmly, responding with a smile of my own. "Miss Showers, thank you so much for your time."

"Oh, don't be so formal. We're not big on that around these parts, isn't that right Gus?" she said that part louder, while looking over her shoulder, up a tree. I looked up, only to see a man with graying hair, sitting on the branch of the tree, and he was doing something with what seemed to be an electronic device attached to the tree itself.

"Very disrespectful, one could say," he growled, although given Miss Showers laugh, it was probably not meant too seriously.

"Well, come with me." She opened the door we were standing in front of and motioned for me to go in first, so I did. Once we were inside, she closed the door behind her. "So, currently, there is a family of seven Eevees in the Nursery. The mother and father are off-limits, of course, but you will meet all five of the children and if one decides to go with you, you're free to take them with you."

"The parents are also Eevees?" I asked, actually surprised. I would have expected them to be evolved.

She nodded, "Eevees are one of the pokemon species that benefit from the bond with humans the most, as they evolve very rarely on their own. Most of their evolutions require exposure to elemental stones, and while it is of course possible for an Eevee to stumble upon them in the wild, it is harder to do so nowadays, as humans are generally collecting those as much as they can. Not to mention water stones and fire stones are generally found in locations where Eevee are loathe to go before they are evolved, so thunder stones which are created by big thunderstorms if the conditions are right, are the most common of those, but even they are relatively rare." She shook her head, "There is still a lot to learn about pokemon in general and about Eevee in particular. This is why part of this whole system is that you will have to periodically write us reports about your Eevee and tell us everything, no matter how insignificant it may be. We need as much data and as many different experiences as possible."

I had known that this would be part of the bargain, so it was easy to agree. "I will, but I cannot say I'll bring any new insights."

She shrugged, "even confirmation of what we already know is huge. I'm not a researcher by profession, but I'm rather involved in the process and will of course make sure the academic community will have access to your reports. Don't worry too much about grammar or structure, by the way, but it should of course still be readable.

She met my eyes and had a slight smile on her face.

"In a few years, after you have battled with your Eevee for a while, and you have been a good caretaker and trainer, you may be approached to take in a second Eevee if you have not done so by yourself already."

"Oh, that's cool. Will I come back here then?"

She grinned, "It will be one of a different gender from a different place, so your Eevee can reproduce. There are still too few Eevee out there, and we want responsible trainers to help bring the population levels back up." Miss Showers scowled, "This is a slow process, Green. Eevee have been hunted to almost extinction levels a few years ago, and while this method will take decades to restore the Eevee population where it can subsist on its own without requiring our protection, it's the method that still allows the Eevee as much freedom as possible."

By doing it this way, the trainer benefited as well, which made their participation more likely.

Thinking about it, it was a slow method but still one that would work.

"Once the trainer has a few Eevees, most trainers will probably sell or gift them to friends, which will, over a long enough time frame, sustainably increase their numbers while still protecting them."

Miss Showers nodded. "It was tried with having trainers bring their Eevees, or whatever they evolved into, to places where they were keeping their Eevees and not many trainers did so. We'll see how successful this initiative is, and it's just one of many, but thousands of people, in four regions, are collaborating to ensure that the Eevee line is protected and able to flourish again."

She then stopped, to whirl around, and gave me a sharp smile. "That is, of course, only really applicable to you, once you pass the last test." My heart started pumping as she said that and I felt my blood flow faster, giving me goosebumps as I started to grin. "Essays and research are all fine, but you want to become a pokemon trainer, and there is really only one way to determine if one is a good pokemon trainer. You may have only started your journey yesterday, but I'm sure you already know what that is."

I plucked the pokeball my Squirtle was in from my belt and enlarged it. "You know, there was something about the whole process that had been rubbing me the wrong way and I'm so glad this is happening."

Where we had stopped, it was a small grass clearing, surrounded by a few trees and bushes, where a few Oddish and Gloom were watching us.

Miss Showers threw a pokeball and the white energy leaving the ball, coalesced into the form of a Meowth. Cream-colored fur, four long whiskers, and a tail with a brown tip, it looked like a rather healthy specimen.

It was odd, pun not intended, since I expected an Oddish or Gloom or even a Vileplume or Bellossom from her, but I guess it wouldn't really prove anything if she rolled a beginner with her best pokemon.

I burrowed in the pockets of my shorts until I found a packet of gum. I offered Miss Showers one, which she declined and I put one in my mouth. Immediately, the sweetness of the gum filled my mouth and I began chewing. I then released Squirtle, and he was immediately sizing the enemy up.

When I had fed him this morning, I had been happy to see that he seemed to have recovered from yesterday's training session. Just one session was too soon to improve his physical abilities, but I hoped he would be able to implement the strategic elements into this fight.

Meowth was a close-combat fighter, and usually not a very strong one. Squirtle could attack at range and even if Meowth came close, using its superior speed, Squirtle could use his shell to block the worst of the attacks. On paper, it seemed I had the advantage. If Miss Showers had used an Oddish, that would not be the case.

"Be ready to keep the Meowth at range, buddy," I told him and he nodded.

"Okay, this is a one vs one match between Green from Pallet Town and Florinda from the Xanadu Nursery," Miss Showers said, "show me what you got, Green!" and with that, she pointed at Squirtle and yelled "Meowth, use Fake Out!"

At the same time, I also gave orders to my Squirtle. "Water Gun, don't let it come close!"

The water torrent left Squirtle's mouth, which the Meowth avoided by jumping to the side. It did so again with the next Water Gun but the third blast actually hit it and the pressure of the water hitting it right in the head pushed it a few centimeters backward before it managed to get away. Three full-powered blasts in succession were quite taxing, however, and Squirtle was breathing harder already while Meowth looked a bit dizzy. It shook its head, collecting itself, and dashed forwards on all fours, before leaping towards Squirtle, its paws glowing ominously with white light.

Fake Out didn't hit that hard but it was dangerous because it could make the pokemon on the receiving end flinch and leave it open to whatever next attack was coming afterward. It went without saying, that that was rarely good.

Squirtle tried to fire off another shot, but unfortunately missed the jumping Meowth as it moved its head right in time, and it landed right in front of Squirtle and clapped its glowing paws together right in front of Squirtle's face as it just had stopped its water attack. A shockwave of air hit Squirtle and I felt him flinch, taking a step back.

"Withdraw!" I ordered him, while Meowth was making its claws glow to what I assumed would be a Scratch attack. Flinch made a pokemon unable to bend their limbs or do most things, however, retreating back to his shell was something that was still possible since it was the most instinctive action a Squirtle could do. That had been my hope, anyway, but it seemed that the Flinch was stronger than expected and it was the first time Squirtle had been hit by it. As such, he was unable to do anything as the Meowth landed a few hits with its claws raking over his face and stomach.

He squeaked in pain, as red lines appeared on his face as the skin was torn. Thankfully, it didn't seem to be too deep and the shock of the pain had disrupted the flinch. "Water Gun again!" I yelled because the Meowth was still close and winding down from its Scratch attack. Even its considerable reflexes were not able to dodge the point-blank Water Gun and the torrent of water pushed the Meowth a few meters back. When the water stopped Meowth was dripping wet and it was slightly wonky on its feed.

Oddly enough, I could hear the blood rushing through my body and I was tensing up, but not in a bad way. The chewing was also helping to stay grounded.

This was fun!

"Use Tail Whip," I ordered Squirtle and he obeyed, waging his tail. It was one of the more esoteric abilities, despite most pokemon learning them very early and scientists were not one hundred percent sure why it did what it did, but somehow, this attack was able to lower the defensive capabilities of enemy pokemon temporarily. Whether it was because it was psychological or some sort of weird energy thing, no one knew, but it was a recorded fact.

I could see the Meowth wince as it was affected by the move, and now it seemed anxious. I looked at Miss Showers and she was not quite worried but seemed to be thinking about her next move. It was clear by now that I had an advantage. After being hit twice and having its defenses lowered, one more hit would put Meowth out of the match for good. While both pokemon were tired, Meowth was the one who would need to move more in order to close the distance between them.

That said, I also didn't believe that spamming even more Water Guns would be productive at this point. Sure, one more hit would be great, but I didn't have the feeling that the Meowth would be unable to dodge at this point, and it would be dangerous to have Squirtle waste his stamina. I also shouldn't wait too long, because every second they weren't fighting, Miss Showers' Meowth benefited from the rest more.

While I didn't like it, I still didn't want Squirtle to come into scratching range again.

"Shoot several small Water Guns, not more than one second per blast."

Squirtle obeyed and started firing what were essentially water bullets from its mouth. By now, they weren't particularly fast or strong, but it was enough to keep the Meowth on its tows and most importantly, kept it from further recovering from the damage. It was still able to dodge them and with each dodged bullet, Meowth was able to come a bit closer.

"Be patient, Meowth, that Squirtle is going to run out of energy soon. Be ready to dash."

It is unfortunate that we were still so early in our training because I did want Squirtle to be able to fake being out of energy in order to tempt the enemy into attacking early, thinking Squirtle would be weak at this point only to be hit with full force at close range. We weren't there yet, so the weaker attacks were just weaker.

There was something I could do about this though.

"Soak the grass between yourself and the Meowth." Squirtle aimed his water on the ground and quickly covered the whole ground.

Miss Showers raised an eyebrow. "Meowth won't slip just that."

"In which case, it shouldn't be a problem for you, right?" I said in response, meeting her gaze to which she just smiled wryly, shaking her head. I wonder if she could tell how fast my heart was pounding in my chest right now. I blew a small bubble with my gum and immediately popped it to continue chewing.

"You're confident, I'll give you that. We'll see if it's warranted."

She was right though; the wet grass wouldn't be enough to do anything to the Meowth at this point. Meowth was too good on its feet, especially with its claws, to simply slip and fall. Nor did Squirtle know any ice moves yet to take advantage of it in a different way.

However, the wet grass was not for Meowth. Who had now started to dash towards Squirtle, and I could see in the tense way it was holding itself, that it was ready to jump to avoid a Water Gun. With more training, I also would want Squirtle to shoot a short Water Gun to make the enemy commit to a jump and then fire off another blast immediately after to hit the enemy in the air. That would take a lot of practice and wasn't something I could communicate to Squirtle right now.

That was fine, though, because the next part of my plan would not depend too much on Water Gun. I felt a wide grin forming on my lips. "Blitz forward, Squirtle and be ready to use Withdraw on my command." So far, Squirtle had been standing on two legs, but now he went down on all fours and started running towards Meowth. That took both of them by surprise and before miss Showers could react, I yelled "Now!"

After gaining speed with his dash and then retreating back into his shell, he was now gliding towards Meowth on the wet grass at a speed neither Meowth nor its trainer were expecting, and Meowth did not dodge in time, as the shell slammed into him just as he was trying to jump to the side. The Meowth howled in pain and flew for a bit before landing on the ground with a soft thud, not moving.

"Well, I'll be damned," Miss Showers said, letting out a low whistle. "I did not see that coming." With that, she returned the Meowth to its pokeball. "You did good, little guy, have some rest."

She walked toward me, with a bright smile on her face. "Well, I'm more than convinced that you will take good care of her. I'll be honest, at the beginning I wasn't sure if it was just good tactics to use Water Gun over and over again or just a lack of creativity but I'm impressed. That was one hell of a move for such a new trainer."

"Thank you," I told her, quite happy at hearing her compliments. I knelt down and patted Squirtle on the head. "That was amazing, buddy. Our first win. You were so good but there is still a lot of training we have to do. This fight has shown us where we needed to improve as fast as possible."

He nodded, letting out a happy squeak. I gave him a bit of pokefood which he immediately gobbled down and I returned him back into his ball. Our first victory and it felt amazing. My heart was still pounding, and this couldn't compare to the training matches I had with the pokemon the professor had lent to us.

This was my pokemon against someone else. We needed to get better, in order to have more options and with that, a lot more fun in battles.

"You are good with your Squirtle. Really makes me look forward to what you will accomplish with an Eevee." She ran a hand through her hair. "Well, we've put this off enough. Oh, wait, this first." She pulled out a poke-com, and pressed a few buttons before pointing it at me. My own device started beeping and when I checked it, I saw that she had transferred 500 pokedollars to my account. "While it was a test, it was still an official battle between trainers. Don't worry, I wouldn't have made you pay, since you are still a newbie, but this early on, every pokedollar helps."

"Thank you," I said, and I was grateful. It could have pricked my pride but honestly, I was just happy for the money. My parents weren't particularly wealthy, and while I had tried to save up as much as possible, I would still need to do odd jobs on my travels or just never lose.

We then walked a bit deeper into what was basically the sanctuary until we finally arrived next to a small, artificial pond, and right there in the shadow of the tree beside it, was the small family of Eevees.

Two parents, and their small litter of kids. I could tell that two of the little ones were girls, based on the flower-shaped, cream-colored pattern on its tail, the same color as its little mane. The rest of their fur was brown, albeit their shades were a bit different from each other. Walking on all fours, and jumping around their parents, they certainly seemed like a rambunctious and energetic crowd.

"There they are," Miss Showers said, "I already talked things over with them, so all you have to do is slowly walk up there, kneel down and extend your hand, with your palm up."

I listened, feeling the cool grass touching my knees, and I was now kneeling a bit more than a meter away from the family, with my hand out. The parents were watching me, judging me.

"Hi guys," I said, "it's great to meet you and I'm hoping one of you will want to come with me."

Of the five kids, two of them hid behind their parents, while three tentatively approached me and started to sniff my hand. After a few seconds, one turned around, returning to his family.

This left two, one male and one female, judging by their tails, with them being almost the exact shade of brown, with the girl being a bit darker than the boy.

"We will travel a lot, but I'm going to be a trainer who will have a lot of battles. My goal is to be the best and my pokemon should have a similar ambition. I'm going to warn you guys now, that there will be a lot of hard training in the future. I will run you ragged and I will give it my all right beside you. There will also be difficult battles against monsters ahead of us until we snatch the crown of champions from their beaten bodies. So, decide if you want to excel alongside me, or if you'd rather remain in this cozy and safe life."

It wasn't the most welcoming pitch, but I didn't want to mislead anyone. Besides, I wanted a motivated partner who was all in, not someone who I had tricked and who went along half-heartedly.

I could tell both were thinking about it until the boy Eevee shook his head and walked off. The girl Eevee, though, I could see a sharp, fanged grin on her face, one I soon matched.

"Welcome aboard, then. I hope you are ready. The training from hell will begin the second we are leaving the Nursery."

She yipped and jumped on my shoulder, licking my face. I laughed and ran my hand through her fur, scratching her tenderly. Her fur was so soft and warm.

"Aww," I heard Miss Showers say and also heard a click, and when I turned around, I saw that she had taken a picture. "I always love scenes like this. Here, let me send it to you."

Well, that was unexpected. But now I had an Eevee.
 
Green Chapter 3 (Pokemon)
The next hour was spent in the administrative part of the complex, where the ownership of Eevee was officially transferred to me, had her registered to my license, received her pokeball, got a brush that was specifically designed for Eevee's fur, some food, and where I got the means to contact Miss Showers or someone else who was working here in case I had any urgent questions. She also reiterated that they were expecting monthly reports, which didn't need to be 20-page essays but rather a collection of notes about the developments and experiences I would make with her.

She also promised that I did so diligently, and she would contact me for some higher-level odd jobs if I was in a suitable location where she needed something done. The same deal I had with Professor
Oak, basically. Red, Blue, and I were free to capture as many pokemon as we like, and the Professor would take care of them on his premises, which were large enough to house them, alongside dedicated supporting stuff he was already retaining for his other countless pokemon. In return, he might also contact us from time to time, to run a few errands.

Agreeing was a no-brainer. It would be beneficial to maintain good ties with both of them, not to mention they had helped me, so paying them back was just basic decency. Miss Showers had even offered to let my pokemon make use of their in-house healing facility, which had refreshed Magikarp and Squirtle in a few minutes.

After Eevee had said goodbye to her family, and after I had briefly introduced them all to Squirtle and Magikarp at the pond, I was now leaving the Nursery, with Eevee sitting on my shoulder. Once I had taken my bike out, I placed her in the small basket that was attached to my bike and started to cycle away. Neither Squirtle nor Magikarp were well suited to sit there, but it was perfect for Eevee, and given her sounds of joy, she was having a good time.

My destination was clear now. I would go East-North-East as much as was possible with my bike, following the needle on my compass that was attached to the handlebar, before continuing on foot once the forest became impassable by bike, until I hit the ocean, in which case I would be traveling directly north, following the coast until I reached Hop Hop Hop Town. There was supposed to be a village somewhere on the way, so I might stop there for supplies, but otherwise, it would be a slow and leisurely trip, with plenty of time for training. Now that I had three pokemon, it was time to take the whole training thing seriously. I had talked big to my pokemon and now it was time to step up.

For over an hour, I was riding the bike along the small dirt path leading into and through the forest, enjoying the fresh air and the sun, while seeing the occasional pokemon scurry away. Eevee was meanwhile taking everything in. There were a lot of pokemon one would expect to find in forests and a few from grasslands who would occasionally wander in.

Some Caterpies, Metapods, Weedles, Kakunas, Ledybas, and Spinaraks in the trees, Paras, and Bellsprouts in the underwood, and a few Pidgeys screeching from the branches. I was surprised to see so many, and it made me wonder how many there were in Viridian Forest since that one was famous for its bug pokemon. But it also had rare specimen, like Scyther, Pinsir and since some had immigrated a few years back, even a few Heracross, which were absent in other forests.

None of the pokemon I saw really tempted me as of now, maybe that would change if I interacted with a particularly impressive specimen, or my circumstances changed, but right now, I was more focused on covering as much ground as possible.

After I started to feel my legs getting heavier, I decided for a break. Next to a big tree, I had a small bowl that was divided in two, so I could pour both, some food and water in it without those two mixing, and Eevee started eating and drinking immediately. I also drank some water and ate a cereal bar and closed my eyes for a bit, resting without sleeping. Eevee, after she was done, leaped on my lap and snuggled into me, and I started to slowly brush through her fur with my fingers. It was relaxing, pure happiness but after thirty minutes of excessive leisure, I decided that we needed to actually do something.

I also released Squirtle and looked at those two, who were watching me rather intently.
Checking the time, It was noon, and I felt we could get two hours of training in before I would travel for a few more hours.

"Okay, gang, we are going to do an hour of individual training first. Squirtle, the same as yesterday. You saw how useful both, your dash and your Water Gun were. I need you to improve both of them, and your stamina, before we try any other fancy tricks. You will do three sets, take a break afterward and then do three more." He nodded and started to do so with a tree a bit further away.

Turning to Eevee, I paused to think a bit. I had checked her with my pokedex after I got her, and while still young, same as Squirtle, she was also ready for battle. She even knew Quick Attack already, which I was happy with since that would be her main bread and butter for the foreseeable future.

Eevee were all-rounders, in their general capabilities, although they were mostly geared for close combat. You could teach them a few ranged attacks with TMs, but that's not really something I can do at this point in time. They weren't super-fast, super-strong, or super-sturdy, mainly good enough to get the job done, average even. They had a lot of potential with their evolutions though, and it was tricky to manage that. You needed to expose them to the stone of your choice, which meant owning a stone, which could be expensive, but you also shouldn't evolve them too quickly. If I had a water stone right now, I wouldn't evolve her since they needed to build up a solid foundation as Eevee first before an evolution improved upon that.

That meant, since she was small, I wanted her to be quick and agile. Eevee would never be a tank, so her strategy could not involve getting hit too many times. She lacked the sturdy shell Squirtle had. She could run faster and leap higher than Squirtle though, so it would mean to exploit her speed and small size to avoid being hit, hit the enemy in turn with Sand Attack in order to blind them and reduce their accuracy and reaction speed and use that time to reduce their attack power and defense with her status moves.

I wanted Eevee to be able to counter and all times, to dance around the enemy and bring it down that way, and to do that, I needed her fast and nimble.

So, when I explained that to her, she seemed pretty psyched, so I had her start by running a few laps around our small clearing. It wouldn't take her long, just get warmed up, really, but I took that time to collect a few small pieces of wood and ram them into the ground in a line with roughly 15 cm between them. I did so with ten, and once I was done, Eevee was awaiting me.

"Okay, you will run through this, without touching the small wood sticks, and at the end, I want you to use Sand Attack and hit the tree. You need to be able to dodge, and maintain your speed while dodging and executing your main attack. You will do that three times in a row as well."

That was how we spent the first part of the training session. I watched over both pokemon, since I couldn't release Magikarp in this environment, corrected them when needed, and was overall rather satisfied. I also wrote down their times and feats in my journal, alongside some commentary that caught my eye, like how Eevee tended to take left curves better than right ones, or that Squirtle's accuracy dropped more than expected once he was tired, which needed to be corrected since that could spell defeat against a serious enemy.

After that was done, and I had provided them both with water, a very light snack, and a fifteen-minute break, I started the part where they trained together.

"Okay, so I know you guys are a bit tired by now, but that's when things get tough in battles and you need to power through and still show consistency. Still, this is the first time, and you two are my only pokemon that can fight in the forest, so we won't be going too hard just yet. For now, we will start with a bit of a mock battle, but it will be done by taking turns, so each of you can try out what you were practicing the last hour against an actual opponent.

"So, first off, Squirtle will shoot Eevee with Water Gun and Eevee will try to get closer by dodging, until she is in range to hit Squirtle with Sand Attack. Everybody clear?"

Both nodded and made themselves ready. They were standing ten meters apart and the training so far had shown that Eevee's range was at most two meters. If she were to launch her attack from further than that, her accuracy suffered or, as I suspected, the sand would just be too spread out and not do its intended effect.

At my signal, they started. Eevee started dodging the second the water left Squirtle's mouth. Both were equally tired, although Squirtle did have that one match of experience more, so, I was curious to see if that would be enough to overcome an enemy that was even more agile than the one he had struggled with this morning.

So far, Squirtle hadn't landed one hit and Eevee was dodging and weaving her way through the short water bursts until she reached the point she decided she wanted to go for, a bit to the right of Squirtle, just after he had shot his 7th​ small Water Gun and slammed her tiny paw against the ground, which in turn shot forwards a cloud of sand. Faster than Squirtle could react, he was hit in the face with sand, making him let out a cry of distress.

"Well done, Eevee, and good effort Squirtle. Now, stay calm, lift your head up so that you are looking at the sky, and let out a small burst of water, but not with much force. I want the water to fall back on your face and wash it clean."

Squirtle did, and it took a few tries to fully get the sand off his face. "A lot of pokemon can use Sand Attack or similar attacks and as a water pokemon, you do have the option to clean yourself this way, although be careful. It does leave you open, so we can't do this carelessly. I still want you to practice this since it can be useful."

He gave me a serious nod, and we continued our training.

We did several runs, and by the third run, Squirtle actually started hitting Eevee. We then switched things around, this time Squirtle trying to rush Eevee, and Eevee trying to dodge in close combat.

While his legs weren't the fastest, Squirtle still was able to hit Eevee with his arms a few times, which in turn spurned Eevee on to dodge more or even try to parry with her own Tackle.

The timer I had set rang, and I stopped the training for today. I praised them and provided them with food and water once more. While they were eating and drinking, I packed everything up again, since now it was time for me to put in the physical effort again. Fifteen minutes later, after I also had eaten another cereal bar, with Squirtle back in his pokeball and Eevee resting in the bike casket, I started to ride on. Within minutes, I heard soft snores coming from Eevee.

xxx

I kept to the pace of two hours of biking and half an hour of resting, in order to power through the rest of the forest. I had decided to take the faster way out of the forest by heading straight east, rather than the longer but ultimately faster path of north-east to Hop Hop Hop Town.

By the time it was starting to get dark, I had actually arrived at the ocean, and I was looking at the large body of water, leaning on the handles of my bike, and Eevee was doing so as well.

She was happy because she got to fight a few times, mostly against a few wild Weedles, who had been too slow to hit her and had been scared away after one hit each. One did manage to poison her, but an anti-dote had taken care of that, and she had gotten plenty of rest. Still, there would be no more training tonight. Instead, I released Squirtle, since I was still too high, on what was basically a cliff, with the water being at least 50 meters down. I then built my camp for tonight and enjoyed the now star-filled night sky with my pokemon and some decent curry and rice.

xxx

The next day, after an early start, I started biking north, but this time, Eevee was no longer sitting in the saddle but instead was running alongside me. It wouldn't be for long, but I wanted her to get used to this since I wanted her to increase her stamina and leg strength. The explosive speed she needed to pull off in order to dodge enemy attacks and close the distance between them would only benefit from this.

I was going slower though since I didn't want to lose Eevee. After twenty minutes, I stopped and her jump into her basket, before continuing with my usual speed. Roughly 40 minutes later, I finally made it to the beach, and this time, I released all my pokemon.

After feeding and some fur brushing, while Squirtle and Magikarp were playing in the ocean, I got up, pulled out some rope from my backpack, and started to look around the beach for things I could use in training. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anything suitable and decided I would buy something like an empty barrel from the first village I saw.

I changed into my swimsuit and instructed Eevee to wait with my backpack and other things, so she could keep watch. I put on my swimming goggles, looped the rope around my arm, and dove into the waves. The cool water was almost a shock, but after a few seconds of swimming, I got used to it.

I also checked the pokeballs that were attached to my swimsuit, since I needed to bring them with me. You could never know, after all. I had checked previously, and as long as one didn't swim too far out, there weren't any dangerous currents. Still, having two water pokemon with me was as good of a safety net as I was going to get.

"Okay, gang," I said, unraveling the rope until I was holding both ends, "we'll be doing some strength training first. Magikarp will pull me, and Squirtle, you will swim around us, providing protection. Do warn me if you see pokemon who are out for trouble."

They both nodded, and the training started. The fact was, there weren't that many options to train a Magikarp, which is why not that many people bothered, ultimately. Still, this was oddly fun. I had to make sure to turn my head right so I could breathe without swallowing salt water. Squirtle seemed to be having fun, and thanks to my goggles, I could see a few Goldeen and Magikarp swimming around, alongside a Krabby scurrying on the ocean floor, which right here wasn't particularly deep down, only three meters or so, and if I wanted I could dive down and touch it.

Which was ill-advised, mind you, their scissors were rather strong. It was a neat pokemon, but one I didn't particularly want either.

We continued this training with frequent breaks for an hour, before I called it, and we swam back to shore. I got out, feeling the burning sun on this hot day, and it made me glad I was here. I fed my pokemon and ate the leftover curry and rice from yesterday evening.

Enjoying the sun, with my hat on, of course, I pulled out my pokecom and wrote a quick message into the group chat I had with my parents, giving them a quick overview of where I was and what I had done. I wouldn't be getting a reply any time soon, since both were Rangers on duty, and their job made it hard for them to immediately answer. Unfortunately, both were stationed around Mt. Hideaway at the moment, so I wouldn't be able to meet them.

I also did the same for Professor Oak. I doubted the professor needed something done here since this was still relatively close to his lab, only a few days out and he had a lot of assistants who were ready to go here and then also back.

From him, I surprisingly got a quick answer, congratulating me on my Eevee and Magikarp. He didn't have a job for me at the moment though, so I put it away again and after twenty minutes of rest, I packed things up and started walking, wearing my backpack, and my bike shrunken and packed away. I even took off my swimsuit and attached it outside of my backpack, so it would dry off during my walk and I could put it away later.

Eevee was walking alongside me, while Magikarp and Squirtle were swimming. Not much happened in the two hours I was walking. An hour in, I had recalled my pokemon, except for Eevee, who had jumped on my shoulder to take her rest there. It took a bit to get used to her weight, and despite the heat, I quite liked her presence there and endured it. I occasionally stopped to sit down for a few minutes on a convenient rock and to take a few sips of water, but otherwise, made some decent headway, but of course less than what I would have made on my bike.

Wiping the sweat on my brow, before putting my hat, which I had just splashed with some water for added coolness, back on, I let out a long sigh. It was still fun, but tiring.

xxx

Over the rest of the day, I didn't encounter many humans. I saw a few boats passing by on the sea, and one trainer riding her Lapras. Once Squirtle evolved, that would be me, relaxing on my Blastoise, clearing through the waves.

I wondered how Red and Blue were doing. They might have reached Viridian, by now, depending on how fast they were. They both had bikes, although I knew Red often preferred to walk. Blue also liked the bike, same as me, but he had boasted that he had plans to go to Terracotta Town first because there was something of interest for him there. He probably arrived there by now or should be arriving at least. It is roughly the same path I took, only instead of east, he went west, to the other coast, with Red going through the middle.

Funny, how things worked out that way.

xxx

I made it to the small village at around half-past seven in the evening. It wasn't very big, only a dozen or so houses, but it had a small outpost that served as the HQ for the local Rangers who were currently posted here and also as the makeshift Pokemon Center since it had a regeneration station, a Nurse Joy and a Chansey. It was smart, to combine the two buildings for a village this tiny, with not even a hundred people living there.

I had my pokemon treated, and thankfully there hadn't been anything serious, since they only had a few battles that couldn't even be called that since they mostly just scared away local, wild pokemon on occasion and the rest was just training.

Still, it was important to make sure no one pulled anything or took it too far. It was also very nice to be able to sleep in a real bed and take a real shower. The breakfast next morning, with pancakes and honey, was rather enjoyable as well.

I also visited the local Pokemon Mart, which was also a convenience store and bakery, oddly enough. I bought a few more pokeballs, stocked up on food, for myself and my pokemon, got a few more anti-dots and potions, and even managed to talk the employee into selling me an old, small barrel they weren't really using any more for chump change.

Alongside the three balls, I had left that Professor Oak had initially handed out, I had three more now. That seemed like it should be enough for a while.

After everything had been done, I had left the village, this time on my bike as there was actually a well-done cycling road along the coast. It wasn't asphalt but at least the ground was even and solid, without any roots or big holes.

Eevee was running alongside me again, and Magikarp and Squirtle were once again swimming but this time, I had filled the small barrel, roughly the same size as Squirtle was, about a third with sand and tied it to Magikarp and had her pull it. Squirtle, once again, was on lookout duty and supposed to periodically accelerate, fire a Water Gun in the air, fall behind Magikarp and fire another Water Gun into the air.

Once in Hop Hop Hop Town, I would be staying there for a few days and plan my next steps. Until then, I was satisfied with the pace we were going and how much training we were doing.
I looked down next to me, to see Eevee running along, a determined expression on her face.
I felt myself smile as I accelerated a bit.

xxx

It took us two more days to crawl along the coast, crossing a river later on, and tracking half a day through another forest, before we finally made it into Hop Hop Hop Town. It was a weird city because, despite its stupid name, it was actually a city rather than a town. With hundreds of modern apartments, houses, and skyscrapers, with a population of nearly a hundred thousand souls, plus a lot more pokemon, it was an active, crowded place.

I didn't have a Gym though. Not an official one, anyway. I think there had been one before either Surge or Koga snatched the title away. Despite its size and activity, it wasn't particularly interesting for pokemon trainers who focused on battle, or even researchers and academics. There were a few opportunities, but this was mainly a city all about trade and commerce.

The one unusual aspect of Hop Hop Hop Town was that while Drowzees and Hypnos were found in all major cities, this town was said to have a higher number of them than most. That was an interesting tidbit, but also not something that interested me too much since it wasn't a pokemon I particularly cared about, although its psychic powers were supposed to be formidable.

Making my way to the Pokemon Center had actually been a bit annoying, given how many people were wandering around. I had even returned Eevee to her pokeball, simply because I feared the noise would be a bit much for her. She should probably get used to it, but there is time for that later on.

xxx

Later that evening, after taking a long shower, and having all my clothes run through the washing machines in the Pokemon Center, I was lying on my bed, with Eevee curled up on my pillow, while Squirtle was snorting in the middle of the bed, leaving me effectively no space.

I didn't mind though, as I was sitting on the window sill, with my journal open, looking out. I was chewing gum again, and playing with the pencil between my fingers, thinking.

In front of me, was my pokecom, with the map of the region open. My initial plan had been to head to Celadon City as fast as possible, but by now I was thinking that it would be better if I took my time a bit more, and got some training in, maybe even catch another pokemon. Magikarp was just not ready to fight yet and wouldn't be for some time, and challenging a Gym Leader with only two pokemon would be…bold. Not to mention I would be going for the Rainbow Badge, and Erica, the Gym Leader, was a grass-type specialist, so Squirtle would be facing quite the uphill battle. Hell, even if Magikarp could battle, he would be facing the same disadvantage.

Now, I didn't want to build my team solely based on countering Gym types, but I did need some variety because while I love my Eevee, and I have a lot of faith in her, I don't think she is at the level yet where she could solo a Gym Leader, even if Erika were to use two low-level pokemon.

Of the local pokemon I had seen so far, there hadn't been anyone I had considered a must-have, or one that would be particularly useful for Erika in particular. This is where my unusual route was biting me in the ass. If I had gone for Brock and Misty first, well, Squirtle would have gotten in quite the battle experience and would be better equipped to face grass pokemon. I would probably also have more pokemon.

I let out a sigh, no use in crying over spilled milk. I still believed this route was the correct one, so what if this made Gym battles a bit harder?

I checked the calendar again, and yeah, I had almost nine months until the Conference. More than enough time that I didn't need to rush. And not reaching the Conference this year wasn't the end of the world either, since the badges were good for two years, as far as using them to qualify for the Conference went, so I could still participate in the one next year.

Only it would actually kill me if Red and Blue participated, and swept the whole thing, without me present. I don't think Blue would ever let me live it down.

So, no, I had to make it this year, but that didn't mean I had to stupidly rush things. So I will stay for a while, to really train my team. Then, I would travel through the Sunny Forest, without stopping in Sunny Town, and head directly to Celadon.

There were other notable locations in the range, I could go to in the same amount of time. Gardenia City was mainly a hub for coordinators, so I didn't really have a reason to go there. Carmini Town was mainly known for its Battle Tower, and that was something one needed quite a few badges to be allowed entrance in, so while technically interesting, it was also something not really accessible to me for now. Lastly, there was Commerce Town but that was basically another Hop Hop Hop Town, so unless I had a lot of money to make use of its trade facilities, which I did not, it wasn't really useful to travel there.

So Celadon it was. I guess I could head to the marshes first, to capture pokemon there. That said, I could also try to capture pokemon that were known to wander in urban settings. Abra was a famous one, and those who were able to train their Abra until it evolved ended up with a psychic powerhouse. Unfortunately, at this point, I didn't want to add another member to my team who would be almost entirely useless now and would remain so for quite some time. Abra, very famously, also barely fought and instead preferred to either sleep, eat, or teleport away. None of which made for great use in combat.

It would be irresponsible if half of my team was unable to fight for weeks, if not months.

There were other pokemon though. Grimer and Koffing were known to be easily found in certain sections of cities, but they were hard to raise and often didn't quite mesh well with teams. Not to mention that in short term, they would also not be super useful against Erika, whose pokemon utilized poison a lot as well.

Ralts could be found, very, very rarely, since they were native to Hoenn, and while it was not impossible to stumble upon one, looking for one in the wild, in Kanto, was foolhardy at best.

Mr. Mime was found a bit more often than that, but it was also notoriously difficult to find a cooperative one, and I had read many reports, where Mr. Mime just made the lives of their owners unnecessarily hard.

So, probably stick with pokemon outside of cities. Ideally, I would still love either a Vulpix or a Growlithe. Both were useful in similar, but distinctly different ways. Growlithe, especially later as Arcanine, offered a lot more direct combat potential, as it was quick, ferocious, deeply loyal, and had an impressive ability to burn things with its powerful fire. You could also ride on, as a mount, and that appealed to me greatly.

Vulpix, on the other hand, was just as strong, but it could be used a lot more cleverly. It had access to psychic and ghost moves, alongside fire moves, and once it was a Ninetails, it got a lot stronger and a lot more mobility as it could make long leaps quite easily. They got more prideful, though, and plenty of trainers had come to regret not showing their Ninetails enough respect. While I didn't think I would intentionally offend one, they didn't necessarily share the same sensitives as humans.

I closed my journal, turned off my pokecom, and got up, stretching. I would be training and exploring the surrounding area. Maybe I would find something, maybe I wouldn't, but right now, we were past the planning phase and I needed to act. Being paralyzed by choice and indecision wasn't particularly helpful.

It took a few minutes to move my sleeping pokemon around so I could fit into the bed without waking them, but soon enough, I was out like a light.
 
unnamed multi crossover Team 1 Fight

So, this is actually really old. At least eight years old. It was this weird mega crossover idea, where a bunch of characters from various anime and I think games were shuffled into two teams, and two people on each team were randomly picked and had to fight to the death, which was very cheap because everyone kept reviving.

I honestly don't remember the exact setup I had planned back then. It was a bit based on the Angel Beats afterlife with the reviving part, but I guess in hindsight it became a bit MOBA-like. So, I have long forgotten the details of the setting, and I can't really find my old notes, nor can I find the complete teams. Only this finished first chapter, which is mostly a fight scene.

I do have to say, that I am still fond of the character interactions in this. So, while this will never be continued, maybe people will enjoy this first chapter as a weird one-shot.

Have fun
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"I'm so screwed," sighed the girl on the left, who was, judging her appearance, between fifteen and sixteen, as she clogged the safety of her Close Quarter Battle Receiver, an M16 assault rifle, back, staring at her two opponents facing her in a distance that she knew was nothing to either one of them. She didn't deign the amused giggles of her ally next to her worthy of her attention and tried to blend them out.


"Don't worry, pet. You amuse me so much, I will look for your safety in this battle. You have to continue to impress me, naturally but I have the utmost confidence in you that you will."

The cheerful expression of the petite girl with the long, flowing black hair softened, as she brushed a bit of Yuri's violet hair out of her face, making her flinch and slap the hand away. "Oh, how I wish I could implant a bit of demon flesh inside you and make you so much stronger, but we are so short on demons here…"

The violet-haired girl threw a harsh glare at her companion as her words trailed off at the end. "Geez, I am so sad that didn't work out."

"So am I," replied Riful of the West, one of the strongest beings of her realm, ignoring the biting sarcasm with a sad smile on her face. "Imagine all the fun we could have together, the feasts we could have held."

Knowing what those feasts entailed, primarily human guts, the leader of the Not-Dead-Yet Battlefront, the SSS, threw the Awakened Being a look of disgust, before focusing her attention again on the threat on the other side of the stadium.

"Of all the psychopathic morons I could have been stuck with…" she muttered under her breath, drawing another giggle from Riful. Psychotic moron or not, the black-haired young girl, although much, much older than her youthful looks would suggest, was an unspeakably powerful one. Past battles had shown that the enemies she faced now (Yuri still wasn't sure whether or not Riful was among them) outclassed her. However, as much as Riful creeped her out, she was more than strong enough to take on both of them. No doubt, this was going to be a tough fight, one in which Yuri knew that she was going to drag her own team down. Nevertheless, it wasn't an unwinnable fight and if Yuri had experience in anything, it was matching a far superior being in combat.

Sure, she had died more than once doing that, more than a dozen times, actually, but she had held her own. And that counted. That counted big time!

Yuri's shoulders slumped as she realized that could actually put "got regularly defeated and killed by stronger creatures and humans" on her resume.

Banishing those thoughts, she realized that those two had left their spot and casually strolled towards the middle of the arena. With another deep sigh, she nodded at Riful.

"Let's go and meet them. Stick to the plan and remember to let me do all the talking."

Riful rewarded Yuri with another cheerful smile and saluted mockingly. Knowing this was the closest the former Claymore was ever going to come to listen to her, Yuri accepted it wordlessly.

Earlier matches had started immediately after the doors had opened and access to the arena was granted. Some had vanished from sight, and others had immediately launched some kind of attack, but over time, and after countless battles, things had changed; now, they would first meet in the middle and exchange a few words. It had started when some people on both sides knew each other and wanted to talk and from there on, it evolved, coming to the point that even people who had no clue who the others were going up and talked first before they tried to kill each other.

It wasn't all politeness and niceties, of course, through those talks, information was gained and revealed and one had to be careful to not give the others an opening that they could exploit in a fight. The main motivation had been curiosity and boredom, though.

"Ladies, so wonderful to see you," greeted the tall, black-haired man with the mustache, wearing a blue military uniform and sporting four swords with odd handles on his elaborate belt, smiling as if he was actually enjoying this. The sick bastard probably was. But the most notable thing about him was the eye patch that covered his left eye.

"Heya, Cyclops," greeted Yuri back, very well aware that underneath that eye patch was an extremely dangerous eye, something that proved that he wasn't fully human. She wasn't too clear on what it did but knew that it was close enough to the Sharingan, something that one of her teammates, as well as someone on their side, had, granting them superior sight and allowing them to react faster and see attacks and their patterns in a way that few people could.

Of course, it had other annoying abilities as well, and Yuri was sure that this eye granted more than just better sight.

King Bradley, also called Wrath, laughed. "I see you are in good spirits, always good to see that in someone so young."

"Why wouldn't we? I believe we have good reason to feel that way."

Yuri wasn't very experienced at this pre-battle banter thing, the enemy she faced most of her life had been Angel, who had expressed little to no emotions and she hadn't been the kind of person whom you could bring off-balance with trash talk. But a few of her teammates had insisted on doing so and even some of their enemies had started, so, it now all but belonged among the formalities of these meetings. And while Yuri's trash talk was all kinds of bad, she did have an amazing poker face.

Bradley, knowing all this, took it with humor.

"Why wouldn't you indeed. It pleases me to see that you have not given up. Too many humans are weak and it delights me to see those that won't give up."

"Giving up now would mean spitting on the sacrifice the Not Dead Yet Battlefront had made before us and betraying the fight our group is fighting now. There is nothing in any world that would make me do that. You and your blue friend are going down." A smile filled with confidence she didn't feel found its way on her face. "Hard."

"You really have some fire, squirt," grinned Kisame, hefting his trusted sword Samehada, still covered in bandages, on his shoulders. "Your mouth is going to get you in trouble, one of these days."

"To see someone her age act like this is simply incredible. I see a lot of Fullmetal in her. But just as he did, she has a lot to learn about this world too, no matter how valiant and proud she is." His amused smile never left his face. "Nerves of steel, indeed."

Knowing that they were only humoring her attitude, Yuri decided to cut back on the false bravado.

"I would ask if your mothers never taught you any manners but I know for a fact that Bradley never knew his mother, seeing he was raised by a creepy government and a freak-show family and to be honest, I don't know what your mother was, Kisame, but I doubt sea monsters are that big on manners."

Yuri knew she should take her own advice sometimes.

Bradley turned to his "blue friend", "See, Fullmetal, right there. The same righteous indignation. The same expression. I never wanted to praise and kill someone that much before as I do with those two."

Yuri was about to respond with another, not-so-clever quip but the man on the left let out a loud belly laugh. Bradley continued.

"You'll have to forgive us, little lady. Old soldiers are hardly the most gracious bunch." He paused for a second. "Well, I guess that is the best way to describe that lot. I see Greed and his little friends have not stopped their petty grudge."

"Not even close." And if Yuri had anything to say about it, they never would. They were much more useful with their hatred focused on the enemy side.

"Ah well, I will just have to teach him that lesson once more, it seems it is one he needs regular reminders off."

The insults didn't even annoy them and to be honest, Yuri hadn't really expected anything better. Those two were very difficult to rile up, right up there with Angel. Still, it had been worth a try.

"Well, as much as I am enjoying this little chat, I would like to skip to the part where I get to shave the skin of your bodies," said Kisame, his grin widening, revealing his sharp teeth, giving every bit the impression of a shark.

"I would rather torture them as well," admitted Riful, a disturbing smile on her youthful face, her hair beginning to ripple slowly, as if it were alive. "I've found that torture and maiming can lead to the most beautiful friendships and I do love to make new friends."

Yuri felt the coldness down her back as she gulped, desperately trying to control her face and not reveal her fear. She knew that even if she died, she would simply revive the next day, heck, she had lived with that for years now, but still, locked in combat with those three extremely dangerous individuals just was too terrifying for her, even if the worst of them was on her side.

Still, even if she knew she couldn't completely conceal her fear, she knew she had to keep up appearances. She would rather die (literally) than let them see any kind of fear in her. Thankfully, the attention of both men was on Riful now, who met the calculating gaze of Bradley and the equally disturbing grin of Kisame with a coy smile, looking almost eager to start, as if she would love nothing more than just to start torturing them right now.

"You are one messed up little thing, aren't you?" chuckled Kisame. "Have to say, you are my kind of gal, even if you are kind of scrawny."

"You say the nicest things," Riful said with a brilliant smile. "But I don't want to give the wrong impression, I already have a man. He is kind of dumb and useless at times, but what can you do, he grows on you after a while."

"The best ones are always taken." shrugged Kisame, his expression not changing one bit.

"If it makes you feel better, you would make a magnificent demon, if only it weren't for your unfortunate situation. And if we had demon flesh, of course, but I already explained to dear Yuri that we don't have any here. And using my flesh to make third-rate Claymores would just be insulting."


"Pity that, but I have to say, I kind of like myself now. And from what I have seen of you, eating guts and all, from those you killed, that's something I wouldn't like doing."

"We all have our flaws," said Riful in a consoling tone.

"Right you are."

"Just die¸ all of you," muttered Yuri under her breath before raising her voice. "I think we can call that a draw in creepiness." interrupted Yuri the "flirting", "I never would have thought that I would say this, but can just get to the fight? If I hear more from either one of those two morons, I am going to shoot myself."

"I am inclined to agree," nodded Bradley, his face showing his distaste. "Very well, it will be a pleasure to cut you all down."

"Riful, let's go," meeting Bradley's eye for one last time, Yuri turned, hearing the Abyssal One following her. Once she was sure they were out of earshot, she whispered.

"Be ready to engage battle formation 'Clocktower Rampage'."

She had prepared a few strategies and formations beforehand, depending on who was on which team, and seeing that they were all random, none of those could be overly specific but with trial and error, she had developed a few combinations and the names for them got the same reaction from her new teammates as from her old ones. Some people just couldn't appreciate good names.

Two of her teammates had gotten a good chuckle out of the name though.


Riful took it with stride.

"Seems like an appropriate choice," she murmured. "But I do so detest it when someone stands on me, my dear."

"Well, suck it up," snapped Yuri, "it's either that or I engage that bastard Bradley on even ground and that would be a quick fight."

During the conversation, she was checking her equipment. Her gun was resting at her side, as were the two knives concealed on her back. The rifle in her hand was ready to shoot the second her finger pressed the trigger and she had enough ammo for both ballistic weapons to last her through the fight as long as she used them smartly. And, of course, there was the comforting weight of her hand grenades on her belt.

"Such a temper," scolded Riful, but the infuriating smile never left her lips, watching as Yuri thoroughly checked the weapons she carried. "I will make an exception for you, pet. I always do. We are such good friends, after all."

"Less talking, more transforming," Yuri put her hands around Riful's waist, a faint blush on her cheeks.

"So bold," Yuri shot her an annoyed glare, her blush deepening when she saw the teasing smirk. Then Riful's skin changed, as did her hair. It became metallic, her yellow eyes changed to a glowing red and her petite form was replaced with a vaguely humanoid shape. Countless metallic threads formed a huge dome underneath her, causing them to shoot twenty meters into the air, making it resemble an eldritch ball grown.

Yuri let go of the transformed Riful and steadied her stance with a determined look on her face, looking down on Kisame, who had grasped his huge weapon with one hand and was lifting it effortlessly as Yuri would a toothpick, and Bradley, who had ditched his eye patch, revealing his mutated eye and was holding two of his swords.

The difference between those two lethal fighters couldn't be more different. Kisame's expression was a manic grin while Bradley's was stern and focused.

Despite herself, she started to smile. "Operation, start!"

Yuri began shooting. The violet-haired girl knew from Ran Fan that the world where they came from didn't have any advanced weaponry as she had. Sure, they had guns and rifles, even machine guns, but there was a huge difference between the assault rifles that were used in WW2 and the ones that were used in the new millennium.

So, while she knew that Bradley's eye and inhuman speed and Kisame's ridiculous speed allowed them both to dodge bullets, she also knew that it was not easy to do so with the bullets of her M16.

Yet, they still did. Bradley darted forwards, sprinting to the left, while Kisame made an impressive leap to the right. Riful, with a delighted grin, attacked with her hair, metallic threads, each sharp and strong enough to cut through stone effortlessly, shot forward, doing their best effort to impale the blue-skinned man.

Knowing that Riful was going to concentrate mainly on Kisame, Yuki was content to keep Bradley occupied. He lacked ranged weapons unless he started throwing his swords and it would be hard for him to climb up Riful's body without alerting her, not to mention that it seemed like a colossally stupid idea to fight on the body of the enemy that she could control to one hundred percent.

It seemed like a good plan in theory but Yuri knew Bradley to be resourceful and brave enough to find a way to attack her here and end her. Her only hope was that she could have him work for it long enough that Riful managed to finish her opponent and would help her kill Bradley.

And who knows, maybe she was lucky enough to hit him? Previous battles showed that he was as tough as a normal human being, albeit one that was at the peak of physical strength. A few bullets would put him almost certainly out of the fight, especially against an Abyssal One.

Yuki snorted, as she fired another volley of bullets which were expertly dodged by Bradley. As if she would have that kind of luck. She even saw Bradley deflect a few bullets with his swords and that was all kinds of impressive. And scary!

Darting between the sections of Riful's threads that had burrowed themselves into the ground, supporting her massive frame, Bradley occasionally tried to slice through the appendages. While his sword was able to cut through the material, it fixed itself immediately, and even while cut, it seemed it wasn't harmed at all.

Meanwhile, she saw how Kisame was deflecting Riful's attack with his oversized sword, shredding and cutting through the threads while expectedly avoiding getting hit, weaving through the attacks that he couldn't block with his sword. A quick glance at Riful however, told Yuki that the psychotic demon-girl wasn't taking this all that seriously either.

Hell, it was probably like foreplay for them.


Letting the empty clip fall to the ground and replacing it with a full one, she growled at Riful. "Stop playing around and get him, you moron!"

Riful's ethereal form grinned mischievously at her, doubling the number of threads she assaulted Kisame with.

"So pushy, love," she mused. "Don't worry, you are still my favorite, I just like to play around."


Yuki was grinding her teeth as the next rounds that left her rifle went on a bit longer than she normally would have, wasting more than half of the bullets in such a way, that they never came even close to hitting the fast-moving homunculus.

Angry at herself for getting goaded by Riful and wasting precious ammunition and also angry at Riful for not letting up on her…whatever it was she did, even while locked in combat, she took a deep breath and focused her concentration once again on Bradley.

When she saw him already halfway up of Riful's body, she cursed herself for letting her attention slip to that degree. With a small cry, she threw herself to the side, while shooting in his direction.

Bradley's swords pierced the spot she had just occupied.

"Crap."

A small smile appeared on Bradley's face before he dashed forward once again, both swords ready. Guided by pure instinct developed by fighting Angel for a lifetime, Yuri jumped backward while letting the rifle burst shot after shot towards Bradley. Even a homunculus with supervision couldn't dodge the bullets of an assault rifle at nearly point-blank range, and Yuri saw with satisfaction a few drilling themselves in his left shoulder and arm, blood starting to ooze from his wounds.


They, however, did not slow him down in the slightest and it was only thanks to Riful opening a hole that allowed her to escape with her life. Bradley's last slash before she dropped down was fast enough to slice her rifle in half and make a scratch on her stomach, piercing her school uniform.

She really should find some kevlar or something. Her uniform, cute as it was, hardly offered sufficient protection for battles such as this one.

Yuri clung to one of the threads, while she watched how Bradley retreated for the time being, as Riful's body had started to assault him. Even injured as he was, he was still fast and skilled enough to avoid Riful's attacks, but it had to be said that Riful herself was not seriously focusing her efforts on Bradley.

A quick glance told Yuri that Kisame had discarded his black cloak with the silly red clouds and was whirling his big sword around so fast, it was a blur, shredding through Riful's body as if it was made out of cheap plastic.

Not all that concerned with that, Yuri turned her gaze back to Bradley, who had distanced himself, but who was still focused on her. A small smile found its way on her face, as she drew her gun and started to shoot. So far, everything was going according to her plan. She had injured Bradley. He didn't have the freaky healing her teammate possessed and as such, it would continue to slow him down throughout the fight. And while it didn't slow him nearly enough for her to hit him with a normal gun, Yuri was certain that it would be enough of a handicap against a titan such as Riful.


I love it when a plan comes together.

She had to bite down the gleeful laugh (which had been, on occasion, described as villainous, to her chagrin) that would have otherwise escaped her throat.

Now all she had to do was keep her attention on Bradley and keep him from blitzing her annoying teammate from behind.

Suddenly, Bradley hurled the sword in his right hand, and it flew toward her with pinpoint accuracy. Too shocked to react properly, Yuri only managed to twist her body slightly, ensuring that the sword that would have other wisely burrowed itself into her throat, it only pierced her right arm.

She hissed in pain, but she didn't let her eyes leave Bradley, who had already started to spring towards her. Now that she was not on Riful anymore, he had to feel confident enough to strike her down, especially since she was injured like this. Not that on top of Riful would be any safer now that Kisame and Riful were fighting seriously, throwing big, flashy attacks around. And standing next to Riful's body was a sure way of getting targeted by one of Kisame's attacks.


Her gun roared three times as she pressed the trigger. Bradley dodged the bullets with such ease that he made it look simple. Grunting with pain, she dropped her gun and drew one of her knives.

I really should stop gloating like that in the middle of the fight.

Bradley, once again wielding two swords, thrust the left one towards her face which she managed to parry with her knife, her face a mask of grim determination. When the second attack came, Yuri ducked under it, and rolled to the left, dropping an activated grenade where she had been not even a second ago with her other hand. From the momentum of her roll, she hurled herself forward and desperately tried to put as much space between her and the grenade as possible. Wrath would definitely be closer than her to the detonation. Bradley might be faster than her, but her body had blocked his sight of the grenade and he would have only seen it when she was already out of the way. A second is not much time to put between oneself and an explosive, especially if one was injured and in the middle of a move.

The loud explosion hit her with some force, her arm and back burning as a hot wave washed over her. Yuri cried out in pain, dropping her knife and stumbling to the ground.


With tremendous effort, Yuri managed to hoist her protesting body around and looked at the crater. Bradley had indeed managed to move but he had obviously been caught in the blast as well. He too had lost his weapons and while had been hit worse, he was already nearly standing up. Yuri, summoning all her strength, reached for her second grenade, brought it up to her mouth, pulled out the pin with her teeth, and hurled the grenade with her remaining strength towards Bradley. Close enough to hit him, but not close enough for him to kick it away.

Bradley, with an impossible display of willpower and speed, managed to escape this blast, picking up one of his swords while doing it and making his way toward her. That was it, Yuri knew. She had no more tricks, no more plans. She could hardly move, she didn't have the strength to compete with that freak in her condition. Her only hope was that either Bradley collapsed on his own or…

Right at that moment, three tendrils slammed into Bradley with the force of a freight train, skewering him and lifting him off his feet. He was brutally smashed to the ground and another fourth tendril pierced his face, killing him instantly.

Yuri let out the breath she had been holding and collapsed on the ground with relief, a big smile making its way on her face. She heard Riful shrinking and walking to her. The Abyssal One leaned over her, her own face an angelic smile if one ignored the redness around her mouth and all the blood on her body.


"This is why you took so long? You stopped to have a disgusting snack?"

"So harsh, my dear, I simply had to watch your resourceful little plan and his guts were just so tasty, I couldn't help myself. Don't be angry." She brushed Yuri's hair from her face. "So broken, so beautiful, my little bird," murmured Riful, her voice wistful. "I could make you so strong."

Yuri felt panic rising within her, feeling helpless.


Thankfully, and Yuri had never been so happy to see them, her fellow teammates hat entered the arena, no doubt to pick them up and stop Riful from doing whatever she wanted to do.

"Yeah, good job, now step away from her, bitch," drawled a voice, accompanied by the familiar click of a gun. "Or I am going to give you a new asshole."

Riful's smile didn't waver at first, in fact, it got wider when she saw Revy, who, in her opinion, would also benefit from merging with demon flesh but it dropped when she saw the other two figures accompanying Revy.

"Magnificent work," praised Arturia, her face stern and her brilliant green eyes meeting Riful's without fear. "Now rest, you have done your part for our battle, and take joy in your victory."

On her side, Diarmuid stepped next to Yuri and gently lifted her. "Well fought," He said with a smile, "It was an honor witnessing a strategist of your caliber at work."


Yuri snorted. "Yeah, this played out without a hitch."

Riful, not particularly interested in facing either one of the two Heroic Spirits, especially in her condition, smiled sadly at Yuri. "We shall play more later, without so many interruptions." With that, and another nod towards Saber she walked out, humming.

Revy's gun followed Riful's movements until she had left the stadium and only when she vanished out of sight, did she clog the safety back on and holstered her trusted gun.

"Let's get the hell out of Dodge," she grunted, lighting a smoke. "We need to get my little apprentice to someplace safer."

"Don't call me that, moron!" grumbled Yuri, ignoring Arturia's wry smile and Diarmuid's chuckle, before darkness overtook her. Yeah, she loved it when a plan came together.





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So yeah, the characters are from Claymore, Angel Beats, Naruto, Fullmetal Alchemist, Black Lagoon and Fate Zero. I wish I found my old notes, because while I doubt it was ever going anywhere, to have characters interact and fight in a setting like this seems fun. And that's enough reason for it to exist, tbh.
 
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Unnamed Frozen One Shot
Another, older, WIP that was going to be the first chapter of a longer story, but which I don't think will ever come to be. It was going to be a solo Frozen story, with an eye toward the geopolitical impact Elsa would have once the other nations, empires, and kingdoms are aware of what she can do. The inspiration came largely from the story Argos, written by 4mation, which I don't think exists anymore.

It would also have been one of those stories, where every chapter would have been from the POV of someone who wasn't the actual protagonist, Elsa. Not sure how well that would have worked.

Other than that, reading it now, not super happy with the POV character Aksel, who was going to play a semi-important role. He seems a bit too modern for the setting, but I think it still kinda works.

Anyway, maybe it is still enjoyable for some.

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Captain Aksel Fredriksen, the newly appointed leader of her majesties Royal Guard, had been in office for over a month now. Before his promotion, he had been a competent squad leader whose duties had often led him to either patrol the nearby villages, or the town of Arendelle itself. On the day of the coronation, he, like all of the guards, had been totally overwhelmed by the …situation.

He had to struggle to protect the people from the unexpected cold, to herd them into the castle and church, to provide them with blankets, warm soup and a fire. To ensure that no fights broke out over these things.
The Captain at the time had been unable to follow the queen, in fact, had been unwilling to. However, no one blamed him for that. No one could have seen that coming, no one expected the queen to be a sorceress with such unbelievable power. There were some things you just couldn't prepare for.

However, the real shame of the Royal Guard had been that they allowed Princess Anna to ride out on her own like that. That she had to be protected by an ice harvesting mountain man and his reindeer. That she had to be saved by them and her sister.

That Prince Hans had been nearly able to murder the two royal sisters and steal the kingdom right under everyone's noses and that it had all passed by the attention of the Royal Guard.

That the Royal Guard, under no point, had caught on to his schemes and had not been involved in stopping evil machinations.

In fact, they had gone along with them, even going so far as to help imprison the queen, in their uncertainty and confusion.

That the princess herself had to be forced to lower herself to punch him. Only then, after fishing his body out of the fjord, had they arrested and banished him.

That incident, even if it ultimately led to a miraculous outcome where no one had died, where the damages were mostly solely limited to a few ships, the loss of one of the few naval vassals of Arendelle, damage to the current harvest and the broken ties with Weselton, had become the greatest black mark in the history of the Royal Guard and that included the loss of both its monarchs on open sea a few years before.

Influence on the elements seemed to be only the privilege of their exalted queen.

As such, the previous captain, after everything had settled down, had immediately resigned. Queen Elsa, had protested but ultimately accepted his decision. Truth to be told, Queen Elsa would have been well within her rights to punish the man who had been in charge of the guards when they imprisoned her and would have allowed to let her execution happen. It was all thanks to her mercy.

They had all been afraid, confused and angry, but it didn't make it any less treasonous.

Which had led to his appointment.

The last month had kept him busy. There had been a great many changes. The castle had opened its gate once again, more servants had to be hired as the solitude that the last king had imposed had been lifted. The people of Arendelle had once more access to the castle, more traders were coming, simply because Arendelle was becoming a bigger part of the economic world once more and because they were curious of the rumors of its Queen of Snow and Ice.

That meant hiring and training more guards, checking the credentials of the new servants and officials, organizing their protection, new patrols. Preparing for more traders and with them, more visitors. Checking for the inevitable spies and assassins that several kingdoms and nations were going to send.

And most importantly, devising the protecting of Arendelle's two royals, one of which could face an army on her own and win without trying all that hard and the other being notorious for ditching her guard wherever she could, relishing to be free.

It wasn't an easy job. The fact that he didn't know either sister particularly well didn't help. Due to their seclusion, he hadn't interacted much with them. Since he joined the Royal Guards after the death of the former king and queen, and with them, sizeable part of the more experienced Royal Guards, among them the captain of the time, he also was unable to connect with the sisters with familiarity with their former parents didn't help, not to mention that his duties had kept him from knowing most officials very well.

As such, he was in this mostly blind, with his experience being leading units in open warfare during campaigns on mainland Europe, when he and his unit had been on loan to various warring nations.

That skillset was surprisingly useless when it came dealing with this situation.

Aksel sighed, standing in front of the door to the queen's working chambers. He had given her time to come to terms with the new situation, and he knew she was content with the guards as they were now, but there were important issues they had to address and the queen, so far, had failed to address them.

Granted, he fully understood why, they were unpleasant and distasteful, but nothing was gained by postponing them indefinitely

He knocked.

"Your majesty, it's Fredriksen, may I enter?"

It took her a few seconds to answer.

"Come on in, captain."

He opened the door. The queen sat behind her desk, huge and full with letters, books, papers, an inkpot, quills, a map and a small bowl filled with nuts and fruits.

The room was filled with bookcases, a few comfortable looking chairs, a sofa, a small globe and books stacked on the ground.

The queen, in a bluish dress, her hair in the braid she favored ever since the coronation, looked at him expectedly, a frown on her face.

It didn't deter from her beauty, as Aksel noticed every time with surprise. It was rare too serve a monarch who was intelligent, polite and beautiful. Indeed, she was everything royalty was supposed to be, if a bit meek and distanced at times.

That, and her being an abomination of sorcery, where he still wasn't sure where exactly the church stood on this. 200 years earlier, they would have had to repel the papal army. They still might have to and wouldn't that be a mess all around? It also spoke volumes of the queen's powers that that didn't seem that threatening of a prospect.

"Your majesty, I fear we have to address a few important, if not urgent, issues and these may not be particularly pleasant things to discuss."

The queen let out a long sigh, slightly slouching back in her big chair, her gaze dropping to her desk. She bit her lips, clearly contemplating whether or not to order him to leave, but after a few seconds, she pointed at the chair in front of the desk.

Aksel was relived, he didn't exactly have the authority or connections to press things further. Or the relationship with the queen or princess. He knew some people in his position could become close confidantes with their monarchs, thus being able to advise them better. Or exploit them.

He might have done so anyway, being relatively certain that the queen was not the type to banish or punish people for such a thing but it certainly would have made things difficult for the future.

Still, she had yet to intentionally or unintentionally freeze someone to death and he was comfortably certain he wouldn't be the first. Probably. The chances were low enough to be an acceptable if unlikely risk.

He pondered whether or not to sit down, it was a bit of a violation of the protocol, but he didn't want to make the queen even more uncomfortable by ignoring her invitation and by talking down to her.

After taking his place, he waited for a bit for the queen to be ready. She closed the book she had been reading, opened a bit of space in front of her, put her hands on the table, fingers entwined. She looked him directly in the eyes.
"So speak, captain," she ordered, her voice hardly wavering.

He almost smiled.

Our Queen of Ice does seem to have some fire and steel in her, after all.

"There are several issues, your majesty. The simplest is the matter of your personal guard and that of Princess Anna."

"You want more guards?" asked Elsa, her frown deepening.

"In a way," he answered, uncertain how to truly verbalize this without upsetting her, as it tied directly into the bigger problem. "Princess Anna has three personal guards who are supposed to be at her side at all times, to prevent her from falling in danger like last month. The fact that she was able to ride out on her own, in those conditions, was unforgivable. Another monarch might have punished the guard most severely for that and they would have been fully justified. But even the most diligent soldier can't protect someone who absolutely refuses any and all protection.

"Princess Anna is also, unfortunately - bizarrely - immensely skilled in ditching her guard whenever she pleases. How a girl who's barely left the castle is good enough to lose her trained soldiers is something I don't understand but I would be grateful if your majesty could talk to your sister and convince her to, well, stop doing that. The guards aren't there to prevent her from doing anything, nor are they there to judge. They are there to ensure her safety. If she wants to climb a tree, or go visit the market, they won't stop her, but they will try to keep her safe from anyone meaning her harm."

He saw the slight smile on his queens face, obviously fond at her sisters antics, so he made sure to smile as well as he leaned forward, "It would increase the life-span of our soldiers by a few years since I can verify that Sergeant Caspersen at least claims that Princess Anna's last disappearance shaved of ten years of his. He was about to burst into tears, and that does not look good on a man with a beard of that size."

The queen chuckled, a bit more relaxed now.

"I promise I will talk to her, captain. Anna feels she has been sheltered and guarded for too long and relishes in her newfound freedom. I do concede, however, that she does take it a bit too far and I certainly don't want her to cause any problems to your men. Or be in danger herself. Her safety, of course, is paramount."

She paused for a few seconds before she continued, "And I appreciate you and your men for teaching her how to fight with a sword and musket. I'm led to believe that this is somewhat unorthodox."

In most other situations, he would have snorted. "You could say that, your majesty."

It was and it wasn't. It's not like Princess Anna would be the first woman, royal or otherwise, to learn the way of the sword. He had served with several women at his side and he had also met them in combat in the opposing forces. It was a widely known secret that a solid amount of women participated in every war and, like the men, varied in skill. Armies needed soldiers to wage war, and when the need was big enough, it didn't matter if the soldier picking up the weapon was man or woman. Similarly, even women needed to know how to fight when their households were attacked by bandits when the men were at war. There was a reason they mostly attempted to disguise the fact and why people in command, more often than not, tended to overlook that. Not always, of course. There wasn't a hard and fast rule. It all depended on the people involved, the time, place and circumstances.

However, it was unusual for it to be done so brazenly, especially in a princess or noblewomen in general, unless they were a daughter of a house that had fallen on hard times, where the need for coin was urgent.

Princesses were not expected to fight. In fact, they were expected to stay away from fighting and most noblemen saw muscles, scars, and tanned skin as ultimately undesirable in a spouse.

Normal wasn't an option with his queen and princess, though. As such, he, and all the others in her majesties confidence, had merely bowed and obeyed the order. Protest wouldn't have done any good. Servants to royalty had inherently only a few direct objections or confrontations in them before they risked being replaced at best and no one wanted to challenge the queen on a relatively minor manner such as this.

Princess Anna, ever since then, had been tutored by one of two master at arms in the castle. She was, all things considered, a decent fighter. She was too small and weak and her endurance was terrible but she did show some talent in fencing, she showed promise with the dagger and she was a pretty good shot with the flintlock pistol and musket, although it took her too long to reload, so that she would be a hindrance in an infantry line and mess up the formation.

That was fine, for now. After all, the princess wasn't supposed to stand in an infantry line, ever. In fact, if Princess Anna ever found herself in a situation which forced her to act as a common infantry soldier on the frontlines he would have to kill himself and everyone else involved in that decision.

If her sister didn't see to that first, that is. He did not want to be on the same continent if there ever was a time that someone had to inform Queen Elsa that her sister was gunned down in an infantry charge because some fool had allowed her in.

Besides, she was still in her first month of training, all that could be improved with sufficient practice. For all of her faults and shortcomings, she was also quick, intuitive and clever. Talented in a bizarre way, she might never be a soldier, her nature was not one to obey strict laws and rules but there was potential for something in there.

Princess Anna might never become a musketeer but if the training progressed as intended, she could fight one long enough to escape, maybe even eke out a win. She did seem to have the devils luck and Aksel was certain that whoever was fighting her didn't want to risk the wrath of a woman, a queen no less, who could freeze the ocean in seconds.

"She has some talent and does show enthusiasm, maybe even a bit too much. All in all, her training is coming along nicely, and I am confident that she will reach a level which will help her survive in most cases in a few months."
Queen Elsa nodded, looking satisfied, leaning back. She was silent for a few seconds, before she continued.

"Was there another matter?"

Aksel tried to keep the frown off his face. He knew this would be the much harder part. He had learned in the last weeks how uncomfortable the queen was with her powers and how much she didn't want to harm anyone.

That was admirable, really. It made him feel good serving her, a monarch who had such a high esteem and care for human live, especially that of her people. That was not exactly common and it made him certain that she was unlikely to easily give orders that would cause harm to them, unless it was absolutely necessary.

He wasn't deluded into thinking that such a time would never come, however. As queen, she would have to make some hard decisions but the fact that it wouldn't come easy to her was to her credit.

That said, this came with the downside that she was unwilling to explore the military applications of her powers.

Military applications that might decide on which side of history they would end up.

"Your majesty, I… I don't want to be forward, and I'm probably overstepping my bounds or bothering you with something you already have solved. If so, I apologize, but I feel like it's my duty to bring this to your attention if not."

"I've a feeling I know what you're going to say."

"It's about your powers. There is no easy way to say this, your majesty, but you did put Arendelle on the map as a point of interest to every major player on the continent, maybe even beyond, for better or worse."

"Believe it or not, I did realize that." Elsa sounded amused, crossing her arms over her chest, leaning back in her chair. "There were many reasons why I hid my powers for so long."

"I'm glad that you considered that, but what are you going to do about it, if I may be so bold as to ask?"

"You most certainly are, captain, and don't believe I will indulge that boldness all the time," she shot him a stern look," but you are right to ask in this situation. So far, I've been mainly looking into alliances, ones that can ideally be sealed with a marriage."

"Your own or Princess Anna's?" Aksel asked, frowning.

"My own, I don't want to condemn Anna to a loveless marriage of convenience if I can help it, no matter how convenient it may be. Only the direst of circumstances would compel me to do so and even then I would need to be guaranteed Anna's safety, health and some happiness at least. Anna should be free to enjoy her life, I've cost her too much of it already." Her tone was sharp and there was no room for disagreement there. Any plans to try to get Princess Anna engaged against her will would be met with dire consequences.

Well, it was better than nothing, quite reasonable in normal circumstances. He wasn't exactly a keen politician but as a military leader, he understood the delicate balance of alliances in Europe and valued their complexity and necessity. Smaller kingdoms such as Arendelle, depended on them.

"I also wrote Corona, our staunchest allies. I'm certain they will remain steadfast by our side. We are family, after all."

That was good to know. Military speaking, they were a powerhouse. Not the biggest, but big enough to bloody the nose of everyone picking a fight with it the way Arendelle never could.

Normally. But Queen Elsa had changed the game, whether she wanted to or not.

She must have seen his feelings on his face.

"You disapprove? You think I made a mistake?"

"No, your majesty. Those actions aren't mistakes. They're perfectly logical for a kingdom of our size in a situation like this. Or rather, they would be if you didn't have powers."

She scowled, "What are you trying to say? Clearly, you have something on your mind. So out with it, captain. I tire of you dancing around the subject. You're not nearly as subtle as you think. Tell me what we both know you wanted to say for weeks now."

Now was the time, where it depended on how he conveyed what he wanted to say without being thrown out.

"You're powerful, your majesty. I don't know if there are others like you in hiding, maybe there are, but for now, you seem to be the strongest military asset alive that anyone has. Your ability to influence the landscape, the weather and creature constructs on such a scale does make it nearly impossible for any army to oppose you. You can't fight a blizzard, ships can't sail on frozen seas and whatever army they would throw at Arendelle, would freeze to death before they could reach us, if you so willed it." Her eyes had grown harder with every word and she was glaring at him as if he had insulted Princess Anna in front of her. "Alliances and marriages are good and all, but they are far less useful than you're on your own. This way, if you yourself don't want a loveless marriage of convenience, you don't really need to."

The temperature in the room became considerably colder, enough so that he started to see his breath and he shuddered.

"Unacceptable!" she snapped, "What you want is for me to use my power to kills hundreds if not thousands of men! The only reason for other armies to respect my power like you want is to see me use it on one of their attacking armies. You want to make me the monster I fought my whole life to not become! A petty tyrant everyone would fear, my subjects, my people above everyone else! An abomination for all of Europe to unite against me!"

"If you don't, Arendelle is going to be overrun by the French or the Swedes, or the Russians or the Spanish, or the Prussians, or the English or whoever is going to make it to our doorsteps first." He met her gaze, trying to suppress the flinch, "Arendelle is a beautiful kingdom, with brave soldiers defending it, but we aren't a significant military force. The only reason we haven't been annexed is beca-"

"Don't tell me the why my kingdom has autonomy, captain," she said, interrupting me with an icy voice, "I'm very well aware as to why."

"Forgive me, your majesty." Aksel shut up, knowing he had definitely said more than he probably should have. On the other hand, the queen wasn't telling him to go away and neither did she blast him with ice.

The queen was thinking, looking him in the eyes, the fingers of her right hand drumming on the table.

"Truth is, we did get a few messages, one from the English, one from the Crown of Norway and no doubt, other messages and envoys are on their way, with their veiled threats, inquiries and demands. Which is why I want to try diplomacy first. I don't want to kill, Captain Aksel, I don't want to harm anyone. I will, if the hordes are on our front doors, but I won't draw them to us just make an example on the first poor souls to arrive here. I won't butcher thousands of men cruelly just to prove how fearsome we are. I won't!" her voice had become louder and louder during her speech until she was yelling at the end.

"It's…it's all I'm asking for, your majesty."

"We'll talk about this tomorrow again, captain. Now leave and let me think." She paused for a second, "and have two horses prepared for my sister and myself."

"I will, your majesty, thank you." With those words, Aksel jumped on his feet, saluted his queen, and went out. Only after he had closed the door behind him and had a few meters between himself and her room, did he inhale again.
That had went better than he hoped. Still, he hoped that he hadn't burned whatever dainty bridge he had to the queen. While he doubted she would freeze him into a stature and place him in the garden as a reminder to his successor, he didn't exactly want to be fired either.

To serve and protect the queen, that was an honor beyond all. Especially this queen.

Who else could boast to serve such a monarch? Let them have their Ceasar's, their Napoleons, their other warmongers. Prosperity, peace and happiness for their people, was there a more worthy cause? Was there a better leader so far? Glory, war and conquest, Captain Aksel had seen his share in the Napoleonic wars. How the ambition and skill of one man had led to hundreds of thousands of deaths and misery all around. No one could deny his skill in warfare and strategy but he hadn't seen many happy faces in the normal population in France, even when they were winning.

Sure, some were proud of their nation and of their Great General and leader, but most had lost sons, brothers, fathers, friends and husbands. Money that could have gone to their villages, towns and families had gone to the French war machine which had used up the nations young men and resources and left a weeping nation that now bore the scorn of Europe.

He had been a champion for other worthy causes, yes, but it had cost a number of lives that Captain Aksel considered too high to count as any sort of victory.

To serve a queen who had the abilities that were so suited for warfare and conquest but who rejected it because she valued human life so much, why it just made him proud to serve her and the kingdom she ruled.

He stood straighter and marched away from the queen's office chambers. He had to give orders to prepare horses and guards to accompany the two sisters. It wouldn't be him joining them, of course, no doubt his presence would sour the queen's mood, so it would need to be capable riders and fighters. Also, to not be scared of the queen and her strange powers.

The list for people like that was shorter than he'd like. The recruiting efforts clearly needed to speed up and get capable young men to serve and protect. The handful he had left weren't enough. He was glad for the fact that the Royal Ice Master and Deliverer was no doubt going to accompany the two. He was capable enough, had served the royal family better than almost anyone in his short time of service and most importantly, the two sisters actually liked him.

Princess Anna perhaps liked him more than it was appropriate for her station, but Queen Elsa didn't seem to mind and who was he to speak up against her? She had made it abundantly clear that she would tolerate no input other than her own or her sister's in that manner.

If the queen told him that young man now had this strange title and it was okay to grant him access to the palace and the princess whenever he or she liked, his place was to obey and to keep an eye out.

Even if he still wasn't too clear on what it was that the Royal Ice Master and Deliverer could do for the one person in the world who absolutely had no need to be delivered ice to.


 
Misty SI - Chapter 1
One of the two Pokemon stories I am currently working on, with the other being Green. I am not sure which one I will stick with, since, while different, they are still rather similar. Not sure how happy I am with this. I have a few chapters written, and I even have something of a plan, but I don't know if I have the enthusiasm to follow up on this one.

Not convinced of the SI gimmick. I know the Brock SI story is rather good, but it also made the choice to skip the whole journey bit and start after the character had a full LVL 90 team. I did play with the idea to do that, with more focus on the day-to-day life of a Gym Leader, how they handle their local duties, interact with people, trainers and non-trainers alike, deal with pokemon and those who disturb them, and so on.

Might do that later on, but I also felt more like the normal journey, so that's why there is Green and this one. The big difference of course is that the Misty SI is a water type specialist while the Green protag goes the more classical anything goes route.

Green is better planned, and honestly, I think I would sooner work on that one, but I like aspects about this as well.

Still, enjoy.

xxxxx


Dying was, perhaps unsurprisingly, unpleasant. I was hit by a train and I had died fast enough that I hadn't felt anything, so I wasn't speaking about the act of dying. Now, while I can't say I remember anything about my state during death before I woke up in a new body, I do know that there was a sensation, an impression, that it hadn't been super fun.

Whether I had been to hell, had talked with some unpleasant deity or figure of power, or whether the sheer concept of death and reincarnation was just too much for my feeble human mind and soul to comprehend so the closest thing to understanding we come to is unpleasant pain, I couldn't say.

All I knew was when I tried to think back, it was just unpleasant, so I kinda stopped doing that and tried to focus on the here and now.

And my here and now was that I was a ten-year-old girl who had learned earlier that her parents had abandoned her and her three older sisters.

Also, this was the pokemon world and I was apparently tiny Misty.

Crying seemed appropriate.

xxx

The next weeks were hectic, and oddly enough, despite the horrible situation, I was actually left alone for the most part. Honestly, if I had been an actual ten-year-old child, this would have been neglectful, but Misty's, I guess mine now, three older sisters were still rather young themselves and they had been abandoned as well, but unlike me, they were expected to actually deal with the logistical and legal ramifications of our parents fleeing.

While this would have been terrible for a real ten-year-old, to me, it was actually rather convenient, as it allowed me to come to terms with everything without having to act all that much. As such, I mostly stayed in my room, and only came out to eat meals with them, being mostly quiet. If anything, they seemed to appreciate it and I can understand how an inconsolable, crying child on top of everything else would have been very difficult to deal with.

Which might have been one of the reasons why this rift existed between Misty and her sisters in canon, but too soon to tell, really.

Ten years of memories, even if only the memories of a child, were a lot to deal with. Apparently, my old memories had been dormant, and Misty, in her distress over her parents leaving, had apparently unlocked them somehow.

So, after I found my bearings and calmed down, I was happy enough to learn that I hadn't killed or taken over Misty, but that seemed like a distinction with not that big of a difference. Fact is, that I wasn't Misty in my last life, and now, I don't think I could be exactly like her either.

That was regrettable. Misty seemed like a good young woman, and now, she would never be. Then again, I hadn't been a monster either, and I was no more as well.

I guess all that was left was to make the best of the situation. Misty, even now, wanted to become a Water-type Pokemon Master and the Gym Leader of Cerulean City. I wasn't opposed to it, and I had always liked water as an element with regard to fiction as well as being in the water and watching it.

It was as good of a goal as any, and something I wouldn't mind doing.

xxx

I had watched the pokemon anime when I had been a child, and I had seen the Kanto, Orange Islands, and Johto stuff, and a bit from Hoenn, but I only remember a few moments and details.

Among them was that Misty's three older sisters ran the gym badly because they actually hated battling and would rather do something else, which they frequently did. Also, the sisters and Misty had a conflict, with the three bullying Misty and Misty leaving the gym because of that before she ultimately came back and took over, with everyone being happy in the end.

That was not totally true in this, I found. Yes, the parents had treated the triplets preferentially, mainly because they were older, and the parents wanted the triplets to take over their duties as soon as possible. Misty, unable to understand due to her youth, had tried to get their attention, which in turn had annoyed the triplets, which then turned into a vicious cycle.

But the triplets didn't hate Misty because they saw themselves as the chosen favorites and looked down on Misty, the triplets were jealous that their parents weren't pushing her the same way they did to them.

It was an odd issue, because had the parents picked Misty, the family dynamic might have turned out for the better. The triplets could have focused on their own goals, Misty would have gotten the attention and affection she craved and been trained for a goal she actually wanted, and maybe the parents wouldn't have fled.

Unlikely, though. I disliked making such absolute judgments about people, but thanks to Misty's memories and having read the letter they left for my older sisters, they hadn't been particularly admirable people

Weak is probably the best way to describe them. Not physically and not even as pokemon trainers but as people. They hadn't been strong enough to fulfill the duties of a Gym Leader, they hadn't been strong enough to be good parents and they hadn't even been strong enough to resign and admit they couldn't do it and start something new with their children. Instead, they ran away into the night, dropping everything into the laps of three fifteen-year-old girls and a ten-year girl.

And credit where credit is due, those three might not want to be trainers or gym leaders, but they managed to keep that ship on course. A lot of officials had visited, there had been some yelling and I had even seen Daisy and Lily have a few pokemon battles, much more serious than your random gym badge battle, while Violet had been going for a more diplomatic solution.

Somehow, those three managed to keep control of the gym, and they even managed to keep me on top of that. I won't lie, despite knowing from the anime, manga, and even indirectly from the games that it was very unlikely for Misty to end up in an orphanage or something else, I had been relieved when, after the dust had settled, we basically continued our life here, only without the parents being present.

It was a nice feeling that they had fought for me to stay with them. From Misty's memories and the way they had been represented in various media, how little that was, one could have been forgiven for thinking that they might have taken the opportunity to dump Misty, but they had fought fiercely.

I guess it wasn't that surprising. Brock had been in a much more perilous situation when being the sole caregiver and breadwinner of the family and Gym Leader had fallen on his shoulders and he had been allowed to do both. I guess the reverse, a bunch of older siblings taking care of one younger sibling as opposed to one older sibling taking care of a bunch of younger ones, was a lot more feasible.

For being a pokemon show, the main cast of the first season had rather shitty home situations. No one knew what the fuck happened to Ash's dad or Gary's parents although everyone assumed they had died, and Brock and Misty had both parents run away and abandon their families.

That's dark, man. That's not really a great track record for Gym Leaders, what with half of them being in Team Rocket in the manga, and half of the other half being deadbeat parents who absconded from their duties.

Huh, Sabrina, Koga, Surge, and Giovanni were Team Rocket, Brock's and Misty's parents were shit, that leaves…Erika? Wait, that's seven, who am I missing? Psychic, poison, electro, ground, rock, water, plant- I mean grass…wait, fire. I was missing Blaine and I think he was Team Rocket as well, so more than half. Does that mean, there was a time when there was only ONE decent Gym Leader in Kanto? Well, I guess not, Erika was roughly the same age as Brock and Misty, right? Maybe a year or two older, so, for all I know, Erika's parents left her as well.

Bleak. I guess Brock and Misty were above reproach as well, and four of the five Team Rocket members are only Team Rocket in some of the pokemon versions. Don't remember them being that way in the anime or games, but it had been ages since I played them, so it wasn't like I could say for sure one way or another.

Only Giovanni was consistently the leader of Team Rocket across all media, that would be my going assumption for the future. With the rest, it would be waiting and seeing, but if I ever got the position of Gym Leader, I would be deepening my ties with Erika and Brock first.

I think none of the non-Giovanni Gym Leaders were irredeemably evil either, but I just remembered too little to make any concrete plans about that.

I guess even in a mostly positive world such as pokemon, there is a lot of corruption. I think the Elite Four and the Champion weren't secretly evil, as far as I remembered. Don't remember that being a twist, but maybe it was so in one of the games I didn't play.

Which, at the time of my death, had actually been most of them.

Thinking about it, it did suck a bit that this wasn't a setting I knew better, but it would be immensely ungrateful and dickish to complain about not having it even better, after being reincarnated into the pokemon world in the body of an important character, who all things considered, played a good and important role in the world.

Sure, not everything was tip-top, but I could just as easily have been born as a peasant in Westeros.

Hell, being born in Westeros period, even as a noble would have sucked.

Being an ingrate wouldn't be fun.

xxx

Over the next two years, things stabilized. The league, the de facto governing body, withdrew, apparently satisfied enough with the performance of my sisters. For me, it was interesting to learn more about the duties of Gym Leaders but also kinda boring, since I was just a quiet spectator. My one mission was to learn and not make life harder for my siblings, who were already stressed.

I couldn't imagine how hard this must have been for Brock, seeing that he had been on his own, whereas my sisters worked as a team of three. But to be fair to my sisters, it seemed that the Gym Leader of Cerulean City also had a lot more to do than the Gym Leader of Pewter.

Pewter was mostly surrounded by mountains, and the pokemon living there only very rarely bothered to come down to the city. One of the most important jobs of a Gym Leader was to provide and organize the protection of the city by managing the regional pokemon population and ensuring that greedy or foolish humans didn't harm them and that upset or angry pokemon didn't in turn harm the city and its people. Since only its south was exposed to a forest and was thus more easily defended and regulated, that part of the job was, while almost certainly not easy by any measure, also less work than in Cerulean City.

The Cerulean Cave was a bit of a hotspot for rock, ground, and even poison pokemon and they tended to be a bit aggressive. Similarly, Cerulean was surrounded by forests, steppes, grasslands, and even mountains, so there were a lot of different pokemon and also a lot more pokemon who could cause trouble, intentionally or not. Violet had once been away for two days, dealing with a Snorlax who had been hungry and upset, two words one didn't want to apply to Snorlax.

And, most importantly, Cerulean City was a lot bigger than Pewter, with a bigger population which just meant a lot more work. It wasn't the biggest city, Saffron was bigger, but it belonged to the bigger cities in Kanto. Something I hadn't known but had come to learn was that Gym Leaders were also responsible for the territory outside their cities. In a lot of ways, Kanto, and I'm guessing the other regions, were split into basically 8 parts, with Gym Leaders taking care of their cities and a certain amount of territory outside.

My first thought was that the Gym Leaders were basically warlords with their own territory but seeing it in action, it was actually a lot more mundane than that and not really accurate. Gym Leaders, while important and prestigious community figures who demanded respect, were not political leaders.

We didn't really have an equivalent to them, in my old world.

Apparently, they were getting some taxes from the smaller towns, villages, and cities in their territory and for that, the gym ensured their safety and cooperated with the local, non-official gyms and law enforcement.

I think the more accurate description would be, that the city was paid the taxes and the city then allocated a good portion of it to the gym, so they could fund their staff, equipment and pokemon.

As it happened, Cerulean City was responsible for maybe the biggest chunk of territory, outside of maybe Viridian. Mt. Moon acted as the natural border to Pewter, with Pewter being officially in charge of the mountain and its caves systems, but Cerulean had to deal with everything between that and Bill's Lighthouse which was right at the edge of the continent.

There weren't that many population centers in that area, a few cities, and towns, and a bunch of smaller villages, but it was nonetheless a lot of ground to cover.

This was more complicated with the type the gym was specialized in. Water pokemon were by no means weak, but a lot of them needed water to be actually able to fight optimally. Oddly enough, Cerulean City, despite being the home to the Cascade Badge and the Water Type Gym, was not actually a coastal city. It had one medium-sized lake in the south, but otherwise, it had one very big river surrounding the city.

While the river had acted as a natural border in the past, the city had long outgrown it, and by now it was mostly in the middle of the city. So, when trouble arose in the outskirts and borders of the city, as most troubles did, quite a lot of the pokemon of the gym couldn't actually fight or could only do so in a diminished way.

There were also very few fire pokemon, and while there were some rock and ground pokemon, there weren't that many, so my sisters didn't exactly have type advantage in a lot of cases.

They had to fight on unfavorable battlefields, without being able to use their full teams and often times with no type advantage.

So, no, I didn't blame my sisters, who had been thrust into this stressful role suddenly, mostly against their will without being all that prepared, for being stressed and busy.

They would get the hang of it with time because while the sisters had shown to be not super invested in the battle aspects of fighting trainers for badges, Cerulean City had been clean, safe, and prosperous in every iteration of pokemon that I had seen, so clearly, they had actually done the important part of their job.

As I had learned, handing out badges to new trainers was in a lot of ways the least important aspect of the job.

It was still important, gyms were supposed to teach and test new trainers on how to deal with the pokemon types they specialized in, and it was shitty to shirk that duty as they did, but given the other Gym Leaders' criminal records, I didn't feel that strongly about that.

I guess I was a bit defensive by now, but really, seeing all the work that went into being a Gym Leader was humbling. From the games, it sure did feel like all they did was stand in their fancy gimmick arena and fight ten-year-old kids, but of course, it was more than that.

Seeing how busy Gym Leaders were, they of course also had a lot of staff. They had to organize and coordinate with the local rangers, with law enforcement, and with all the trainers of various skills and levels they employed, from ACE Trainers all the way to people who would never train more than two pokemon but who were still useful in their specific niche. Ties with local politicians and business people were also important, because for as good as the pokemon world was with a lot of things, it could not go without that either.

With that, most trainers who came to fight for a badge had to actually get an appointment once they were there. It was an interesting thing, since they couldn't get appointments online or by phone call, they had to personally show up and book a timeslot which could be, depending on how many people wanted one and how close it was to the next conference, sometimes weeks later.

I had asked why they couldn't book a date online or via phone and Daisy had given me a wry smile, before patting me on the head. "Think about it, and tell me later on."

It hadn't been that hard to figure out but I had been embarrassed for missing that. It was to keep them in the city. When someone booked a reservation for a gym fight, 90% of the time, they stayed in the city. So that was days if not weeks of visiting local businesses, eating in local restaurants, sleeping in local hotels and inns if the Pokemon Center was full, and doing local mini-jobs to pad their purses. And Daisy assured me that there were always a lot of mini-jobs that required out-of-town trainers. Even fighting local trainers was good for everyone involved. It increased competency in the local trainer population, provided exercise and training for the pokemon and it was entertaining for spectators.

Pokemon training was an incredibly important part of the economy, alongside the stability of society. While there were plenty of people who had to do "normal" jobs, there was an equal amount of jobs where you actively needed expertise in pokemon and pokemon on your own in order to do them.

While a lot of people started out as trainers, most of them inevitably filtered out over time into other jobs. There was one Champion, the Elite Four, and eight Gym Leaders, but outside of them, at any given time, there were roughly a thousand professional, high-level pokemon trainers and a few thousand beginners in various stages. And, of course, tens of thousands of people who had stopped pursuing that path and instead had gone to other jobs, either because they always wanted to do so or because their priorities had changed for various reasons.

Ironically, the process I'm most familiar with by now was the badge process, since that was the main one I was allowed to spectate.

Watching my sisters battle trainers by making use of the various pokemon in the gym had been fun at first, but there are only so many times you can watch a Goldeen fight a Raticate before it becomes boring.

The fights, in the beginning, had been a lot harder, not only because of their inexperience but because a lot of the gym pokemon were sad or angry or both. The trainers they had known for years had suddenly gone, leaving them. They had even left their Gyrados, who had been a particularly risky fellow and had been rather difficult to deal with. So much so, that it was kept in stasis for most of the time, and whenever it was released inside the big pools of the gym, in order to get a bit of swimming, it was rather aggressive. Whoever was wielding his pokeball had to be careful to recall him before he got Dragon Rage going, because no one fancied having to rebuild the gym.

Interacting with the gym pokemon and helping take care of them was also one of the few things I was actively allowed to do. Understandably, no one wanted a ten-year-old mixed up with the administrative, political, or economic aspects of the gym, so my job was to make sure the pokemon ate and felt better.

It was honestly the best job I ever had. Water pokemon are amazing and I could see why Misty loved them so much. There was a lot of variety there, with lots of things to keep in mind, but they were funnily enough very warm and loving creatures. Even those you wouldn't necessarily expect it from, like Shelldar and Staryu.

And that's how I spent four years, basically interning under my sisters, who had come to realize that I really, really wanted their job.

I wouldn't exactly call our relationship all that warm, since we were just fundamentally different people, but there was a familial love there, that was very rewarding to feel. I would still hear the occasional comment, but it was more teasing than anything. I think I grew up more isolated than Misty had been, who might have made herself a more visible and central figure in the familial unit through sheer force of persistence and personality, but which also had caused her to clash with her sisters about everything, but in return, my sisters were less antagonistic and we actually had come to terms.

By now, four years into the job, they really wanted to quit, but while I was willing and had a solid theoretic understanding of all the duties, the fact remained that I had very little practical experience outside of the controlled environment that was the gym itself. So, we had struck a deal. I would be given three years, in order for me to go on my own pokemon journey, to see the world, and capture and train my pokemon. Afterward, I would come back, and take over the gym permanently and my sisters would be free to pursue their own artistic endeavors for the rest of their lives.

I had initially wanted five years, but Lily had been unwilling to go more than two and it took weeks to finally agree on three.

I would be primarily going by bike, so all of Kanto and Johto would definitely be possible in that time period and one Pokemon Conference to establish my reputation. Because that was something that actually was still chafing me. I was defensive about my sisters and the way they handled all the various duties rather competently but it couldn't be denied that they were half-assing the gym battles. They genuinely couldn't care less about trainers and their desire for badges, so they usually went for two vs two fights, and lost against all but the most terrible trainers.

It had to be said, they weren't bad at the battling thing or with pokemon. The fact that they lost so often and their pokemon still loved and respected them so much and were willing to go along with it spoke volumes about that and they had personal teams that had solid strength, but because they never showed it outside of dealing with wild pokemon or the occasional bandits, Cerulean Gym had the unfortunate reputation as the weakest gym in the whole circuit, including Johto.
So, when I took over, I didn't want to be seen as the weakest. I wanted to make my splash, pun intended, at the Conference to show that the new Water-type specialist and Gym Leader meant business.

I would have liked five years, to truly have the time to capture and train a champion-level team, but three years would have to be enough. It's not like it would be too late, or anything, since I would have the rest of my life to further improve and Gym Leaders could take absences and vacations, something my sisters took advantage of, taking off the maximum amount of time possible, and even pushing for more when they felt they could.

They could also take part in the Conferences without needing to qualify like the others, but not that many Gym Leaders did so, although I intended to do so.

I would be 17/18 when I became Gym Leader, which was still rather young. A bit older than my sisters had been when they started, but still young. If everything went according to plan, that is. Still, that's how I was going to proceed. Gyms seemed to be traditionally be continued within families often enough, although it was always possible to lose official Gym status.

Still, that was something to worry about at a later point.

So, a few weeks after my 14th​ birthday, I had left on my bike to reach Saffron City. Saffron was an unusual choice for a first badge, but I didn't want to go to Pewter through Mt. Moon and then back again, and Erika and Surge were hard counters to me, so I wanted some more experience first.

Type advantages weren't as absolute as in the games, but they still mattered. Especially since I couldn't take any of the gym pokemon with me on my journey and had to start fresh, without taking any of the gym-trained pokemon, but I did receive my starter, Torrent the Staryu.
 
Misty SI - Chapter 2
I didn't start the day Torrent joined my team. instead, I got to know them first and we even did a bit of training. Being my starter and hopefully, future ace and the core pillar of my team, we really needed to establish a solid foundation first.

We sat in one of the many pools in the gym, albeit a smaller one and it was thankfully empty. Looking at Torrent, it looked like most other Staryu out there. Five light brownish appendages, with the ruby gem, its core, in the golden socket bound to its main body.

Staryu was a very interesting and unusual pokemon, and that was saying something, since pokemon were hardly mundane to me, even now, years later. But most pokemon tended to make more sense on a basic level. Like, Pikachu was a rat that could throw lightning. Sure, it was fantastic but it was easy to comprehend. While one could describe Staryu as a psychic starfish, that wouldn't really be telling the whole story.

The core, glowing a bright red, was what differentiated it from others, because the argument could be made it wasn't as alive as other pokemon, although that was of course untrue. Staryu and Starmie could feel, could like, and dislike things, they could even get a bit clingy, if the ones in our gym were any indication, but it wasn't wrong that they were alive in a different way than other pokemon, a bit less emotive, especially with its lack of face and facial expressions.

The gem, as long as it was intact, seemed to serve a bit like a phylactery and it could regenerate missing limbs and injuries. Only when it shattered did it die, which is something I hoped would never happen.

Then there was the weird attraction Staryu had toward the stars. Once the sun was going down, at the end of summer, a lot of Staryu and Starmie would swim up from the ocean floor and float on the surface, watching the night sky. I had only seen pictures of it but I hoped to see the real thing one day myself.

There were theories that Staryu and Starmie were pokemon who originated somewhere out in space, and it wasn't totally unbelievable. I couldn't say one way or another, of course, but I liked to think that was true.

They were also one of those water pokemon that could fight rather well outside of the water, even though one might not think that given their shape. Staryu, while not officially classified as psychic pokemon until they evolved into the dual type Starmie, still had potent, psychic abilities and had a sort of latent telekinesis with which they could float themselves.

I can see why a lot of people would call this pokemon creepy and eerie. No face, no mouth, it floated silently and had a big glowing gem that pulsed at times.

But I loved my Staryu already, always did. They had always been one of my favorite pokemon.

And I had plans for Torrent and myself. After I had conveyed my goals, plans, and thoughts to it, I had waited in anticipation to see how Torrent would react, but it bend its top appendage in a facsimile of a nod and let its core pulse once, and I even could feel its agreement.

"Buddy, we're going to have a great time."

Xxx

The rest of the day, we tried to find Torrent's limits and full current capabilities. So far, they knew Tackle, Harden, and Water Gun. All three of those abilities would see great use in the coming days, so half of our training time was spent further developing their Water Gun and the other their Harden.

Water Gun, because it would be our primary ranged and water type attack for some time to come. There were others like Bubble, Bubblebeam, Surf, and Hydropump, but most of them were far off in the future, but Water Gun would remain a staple of water pokemon throughout their whole battling life and it was just a very important foundational ability.

So, we needed Torrent to be able to reliably and consistently shoot it with enough force and accuracy to make good use of it in any situation. While rested, Torrent's Water Gun was decently powerful for being such an inexperienced pokemon, but the accuracy and power fell off drastically a lot sooner than I would have liked, so stamina was definitely one of the aspects we would have to train the most.

Harden seemed a lot more promising. Their appendages were pure muscle anyway, but once they tensed their muscles there to use harden, they became hard enough to endure a lot of attacks.
Sure, Torrent could regenerate any lost limbs, but that didn't change the fact that losing limbs was bad since it took time and energy to restore them, which wasn't always feasible in the midst of a battle. Harden made it so that those attacks that once would have torn through their appendages would now be unable to even make a small cut and similarly, the core would also be able to take hits without being damaged or worse.

Pokemon using Harden couldn't move that much while doing so, unfortunately. Other pokemon, that is. Staryu and Starmie had an advantage there, with their telekinesis and ability to float. They could use Harden and still be mobile to a degree.

My plan was rather simple, use Harden and then fling yourself at the enemy and hit them with great velocity. It wasn't particularly complex, but it should be effective, especially once Torrent learned Rapid Spin. Rapid Spin already turned a Staryu into basically a shuriken, so I figured combining it with Harden would result in more damage to the enemy and greater protection to Torrent. It could even be something sort of defensive if Torrent could shoot through an enemy attack with it.

Rapid Spin already removed some negative effects on the pokemon or on the field, at least those it hit, and increased speed, but with Harden, there might be other advantages.

It wouldn't be a winning strategy against every pokemon out there, but it would undoubtedly be very useful.

But for now, I needed Torrent to use and maintain Harden for as long as possible, and this would also benefit its stamina.

xxx

The day we spent at home I decided was well worth it. We learned a lot about Torrent and had started building the foundation that would hopefully one day make sure that people would look at the Cerulean City Gym and think it to be an incredible achievement of getting the badge, similar to Saffron or Viridian City.

The next day, I swung myself on my bike, with my backpack full of all the things I had prepared for the last year, and I even got a brief goodbye from my sisters.

Torrent was in their Pokeball, attached to my belt. I would like a pokemon in my basket to ride alongside me, but Torrent was not that pokemon. While Torrent could fight outside of the water and thus move and live on land for a time, sitting in my bike casket, exposed to the sun and drying, was not really an option.

As a water pokemon trainer, I actually wouldn't have that many options for that, since that same problem applied to a lot of them.

Still, I was in good spirits when I left Cerulean City. While Saffron was my general goal, I didn't actually go directly to Saffron over Route 5. That would have only taken a day or two since Saffron and Cerulean were the two closest cities to each other in Kanto. Instead, I rode through the forest path to Leaf Village, and from there, I rode south to Maiden's Peak, the biggest lake in Kanto.

It was amusing that since it was the largest inland body of water in the region, it wasn't in the jurisdiction of the water-type gym but instead the psychic one and before that, the fighting one.
The lake, with its size, was the home to a lot of water pokemon. Of course, it was a point of interest to many types of pokemon, but since I wanted to mainly go for a water-type-only team, those had to be my priority.

That said, I did want a few non-water type pokemon as well, just because I wanted them, but I was still going to be a water type specialist primarily.

But none of the non-water-type pokemon frequented the lake, so I was there for Poliwag and Krabby. The lake also had Goldeen and Magikarp, but we had more than enough Goldeen at the gym, and while the gym had a Gyrados, one that I was at least somewhat positive I would be able to win around once I became Gym Leader, I still wanted one raised and trained by me. This lake was not the place for a good Magikarp though. As the water type gym, we had a lot of literature about water types, and there seemed to be the general consensus that Magikarp in more dangerous areas tended to have a higher likelihood of evolving.

This is not to say it would be impossible to find a Magikarp with potential there, just less likely.
Besides, I needed to pace my acquisition of pokemon smartly, since it wouldn't do if I got so many pokemon that I couldn't train them properly.

It took me a few days to get to the lake, since I cycled at a leisurely pace, with frequent stops. For quite some time, I was able to follow the river, so I had Torrent swim alongside me and jump out of the water and shoot a Water Gun ahead, just to train their speed, stamina, and Water Gun.

Harden was during the break phases, where we would eat a bit, rest, and then spend an hour training, by mainly using Harden and then trying to use Tackle. That turned out to be harder, pun unintended than we had assumed. So, we tried it the other way around, for Torrent to launch a Tackle and then use Harden while Tackle was on its way to connect, and that seemed more promising for now. It took a few seconds for the Harden to be in full effect, so the timing and distance had to be just right, but that's what training was for.

I didn't want to go overboard with training though, so we didn't train longer than an hour at a time, and then Torrent rested in their Pokeball or just relaxed in the river water.

It was an oddly entertaining and engaging two days, but oddly enough, we had no fights. All the pokemon we saw, mostly normal types like Raticate and Pidgey, and the occasional bug pokemon in a tree or a plant pokemon in the grass, but they all left us alone.

I guess those pokemon so close to a big city kinda knew by now to only interact with people when they wanted. Torrent needed some battle experience sooner rather than later, but building a foundation first was fine as well. Not to mention, I didn't want to fight pokemon who didn't want to. That would be just harassing random pokemon, and as a future Gym Leader, that was kind of the least I could do.

Since I reached Leaf Village, a small village with only a few hundred souls, in the middle of the day, we only stopped for an hour, to replenish the food we had eaten so far and to get a meal at one of the few restaurants in the village. We arrived at the lake a few hours later, close to evening.

Once at the lake, I set up my tent, which was a rather easy thing since it was one of those things that technology in the pokemon world had made even more convenient. We ate, relaxed in the moonlight, watched the stars in the night sky, and went to sleep relatively soon, with Torrent choosing to sleep in the water. Just to be sure, since my one pokemon was sleeping away from me, I set up a night repellent that would hopefully make it so no noisy pokemon would come at night to have a go at my supplies.

In the morning, after breakfast, we started our journey to find a Poliwag, Krabby, or another water pokemon that wasn't Goldeen. It was a bit of a tedious process. I was checking the nearby grass and underwood for stragglers, while Torrent was looking underwater. And we found quite a few pokemon of interest over the next few hours. We found several Poliwag families, all of which, however, declined or just scurried away.

I'm not sure what pokemon Torrent encountered in the lake, but apparently, none who wanted to meet me. We had started at the most northern part of the lake and had basically been circling the lake on the western side to the south, following its shore. Since we were doing so on foot, well I was walking, Torrent was swimming, and we weren't particularly fast.

We also took frequent breaks, either to rest or to get a bit of training in. Since we didn't want to scare away any pokemon, today we exclusively worked on the Harden.

So, while I wouldn't say the first day at the lake has been wasted by any means, from the perspective of catching new pokemon, it had been mostly a flop.

During the night, we heard the croaking of what I believed to be a Politoed. It was rather loud, so it was probably a male unless I was underestimating Politoeds loudness.

It was an interesting pokemon, but unless the Poliwag I'd hopefully capture had strong feelings, I would prefer the Poliwrath evolutionary path, since it was more combat-oriented.

The next day, in the early morning hours, on the opposite side of the inhabited Maiden's Cape settlement, we actually encountered a duo of Poliwag. Small, round, with the spiral on their stomachs and their little, cute bulgy eyes looking at me.

"Hi fellas," I said, kneeling down so I was closer to eye level with them. "I am looking for one Poliwag to join my team. My goal is to be the best water type specialist and Gym Leader in Cerulean City. So, I don't know what you guys want in life, but if you don't mind hard work and training and later exciting battles against the best of the best, and are excited about it, I would love to have one of you in my team."

For a second, I thought about what I would do if both wanted to join since I really didn't want to be one of those people who fielded multiple versions of the same pokemon. Now, as a future Gym Leader, I would almost certainly have to do that to a degree but that was mainly because I would have to own variations of the same pokemon who were at different levels of strength, in order to field them as appropriate opponents for gym challenges, based on the number of badges they had.
But that was an issue for later. I could hardly capture my future gym pokemon right now, they would just be bored for two years, because my sisters wouldn't really do much with them, already having their own set teams ready.

Thankfully, after thinking about it for a few seconds and then looking at each other, the one on the left shrugged, squeaked its name twice, and waddled off, while the right one preened and started to jump excitedly.

"Poli, poli!" it squeaked, tapping my knee lightly with its tail and jumping from leg to leg.

I think I knew what it wanted, fair enough. If you make a pitch like that, you better be able to follow it up with some action.

"You got it, little guy." At least I thought it was a guy, unfortunately, I didn't have a Pokedex to check, since they weren't invented yet. Gonna guess they are coming out this year or the next. Not that I would be able to get one immediately.

I looked at the lake, where Torrent had surfaced. I winked them over, and Torrent shot out of the water, spinning in the air and landing right next to us.

"Poliwag here is interested in joining but wants to have a fight first. You up for it, buddy?"

Their gem pulsed once in agreement and I grinned. "That's what I want to hear. Okay, Poliwag. You're on."

And with that, Poliwag immediately shot a Water Gun out of his pink lips right at Torrent, dodged by cartwheeling to the side. "Okay, Torrent, let's try our Hard Tackle."

It wasn't the cleverest name for our combo attack, but it would have to do for now. I wasn't the best with regard to naming things.

Torrent levitated a few feet over the ground, started spinning, and hurled itself at Poliwag. I couldn't actually see if it managed to use Harden but Torrent did slam into the poor Poliwag who was unable to dodge and which send it several meters flying, and even landing in the lake.

It wasn't out of the fight though, as it came out a few seconds later, dripping wet and quite angry.
Also, if the bruise on its chest was anything to go by, also quite worn down.

This time, he ran up towards Torrent, jumped, spun himself around, and tried to land a blow with his tail, probably his Pound attack. Torrent didn't dodge and instead took the attack, still using his

Harden to tank the blow. It used the opening from Poliwag's attack to launch its own Water Gun and managed to hit it right in the middle, once again making poor Poliwag sail into the lake, where he landed with a loud, squeaking protest.

Once he made it out of the lake again, panting, but I appreciate the intense look of defiance on his face, and he made the spiral on his stomach glow, making it spin.

Ah, Hypnosis. A dangerous ability against most pokemon.

Unfortunately, not Torrent, or any Staryu or Starmie. They had no eyes. While they could still perceive, using their latent psychic powers somehow, those same powers also prevented the worst of the Hypnosis effect. It didn't no-sell it per se, theoretically, if the attack went on uninterrupted for a very long time, it would take effect, but practically speaking, that just wasn't going to happen in a one-on-one fight.

I actually felt a little bad for Poliwag, because Staryu was a very bad match-up at this point, where he lacked most of his physical combat abilities, and his water and psychic attacks weren't doing very well either.

"Finish this with a Confuse Ray and then a Tackle." A rainbow-colored sphere left Torrent's core and its flashing lights made Poliwag wince and put a puzzled expression on its face. We hadn't practiced this ability much, but it was nice to see that it worked. Now, with Poliwag's ability to react, or at least react in a meaningful fashion, shot, Staryu launched one last attack and knocked Poliwag over.

I used that moment to pull out an empty Pokeball and threw it at Poliwag and I was happy to see I hit him. There was practice involved with throwing Pokeballs, but at this distance, missing had been unlikely. There was an art to it, though, and it needed to be trained. There might be situations where a good throw was the difference between capturing a pokemon and letting a rare pokemon slip away.

Poliwag dissolved into pure energy and was pulled into the open ball. It closed, fell to the ground, and twitched three times before coming to rest, signaling the successful capture.

I pumped my fist in victory.

xxx

I congratulated Torrent on their well-fought battle. True, Torrent had several advantages in that battle, but they still handled themselves pretty well and didn't make any mistakes. And it seemed that our Tackle and Harden combo had worked well enough. I can't wait to see Torrent use with Rapid Spin once they learn that move. It was essentially a faster version of the way Torrent used Tackle, so mastering Tackle first was a necessity.

So, more of the same, but it was nice to see that we were on the right path. That said, we shouldn't be congratulating ourselves too hard, for beating a low-level Poliwag we had been outclassing in several aspects.

Still, it was a nice feeling and it was time to properly welcome our newest comrade into our team.
I released Poliwag from his Pokeball, and could see that it was tired, and at the very least bruised. I knelt down and pulled up a simple potion, and started to carefully administer the basic medicine. Poliwag sighed in relief as the bruised seemed to disappear in seconds.

"That was a good showing, but I hope you can see that under me, you will become stronger than you are now. We will also see a good chunk of the world, but ultimately, we will be able to return here later, if you so want."

He nodded, and I patted him on the head, grinning. "Well, you relax for today, and after we have eaten, you can say goodbye to your friends and family if you want, but we will stay here for a bit. This is a good training environment for us."

It was quiet, we had enough supplies for at least a week, although that would be cutting it close, and we had a huge body of water next to us, which was something I absolutely needed.
Training on land was crucial since that's where most of my battles will be fought in a professional trainer career unless I was consistently very lucky or pickier when started battles, but water pokemon also needed their foundation of water combat.

It would be embarrassing to be a water-type specialist who couldn't fight for shit in the water.
Besides, it was just better for the health of water pokemon, to regularly swim. It made them happier, healthier, and stronger.

Poliwag seemed to be happy about that but I don't think he had that much interest in saying any long goodbyes.

Shrugging, I got out a bit of pokefood and poured a generous amount on a big leaf that I had plucked earlier from one of the lower hanging branches. Poliwag immediately started gorging himself on the food with an enthusiasm I hadn't seen in anything in a while.

"Do you want anything, Torrent?" I asked my starter and the two flashes of their core signaled a no. It had eaten earlier today, and Staryu didn't eat the same way most pokemon did anyway. They absorbed food into their bodies, which was plankton in the water, but I sprinkled special food on him. Generic pokefood was not that good for them, but thankfully, their food wasn't that much more expensive and they weren't big eaters anyway.

"Very well, feel free to relax for an hour in the water. I will be getting to know Poliwag a bit, but afterward we will continue our training. You have seen what we are going for, so we now need to improve. I want Rapid Spin ready for the gym challenge."

I felt Torrent agreeing and it jumped back into the lake, vanishing from sight, and after the water ripples died down, it didn't come up, probably wouldn't for some time.

I turned to Poliwag. "Okay buddy, it's you and me now."

xxx

Ultimately, the rest of the day wasn't particularly spectacular. Poliwag was an energetic little fellow, and quite keen on improving himself, so I was happy that he mostly listened to my training instructions, although he got a bit overenthusiastic at times and went a bit extra in a way that caused him to either fumble or overcommit attacks.

In actual fights, those would be grave mistakes, and while I didn't want him to build any bad habits, I also didn't want to be too strict right off the bat and diminish his enthusiasm.

So far, he only knew all the moves he demonstrated in our short battle. Hypnosis was a rather strong ability, one that came very naturally to the Poliwag line, but they weren't very psychically adept otherwise the way other water pokemon like Staryu, Slowpoke, and Golduck were. Still, it was a considerable advantage against many pokemon, especially since it used its big belly as the launching point for that attack, it took up most of its body, so it was harder to ignore.

That said, for now, there wasn't that much to practice with it. He seemingly could use it well enough, so, for now, we would get more out of training his other two attacks, but mainly his Water Gun. As a water pokemon, that would be his bread and butter attack, and since he was so small and light, his physical attack wouldn't do that much at this point. That would change, once he evolved, where he would be a physical menace, but since his body and with that his fighting style would fundamentally change, it wouldn't be too wise to overcommit to a way of fighting that wouldn't be at all applicable later on.

Right now, his physical attacks were delivered with his flat tail, gaining momentum from spinning and jumping. The second he evolved, though, he would lose that tail and gain two arms and fists, and Poliwhirl and Poliwrath were akin to boxers at that point. There would be tremendous strength in those fists, and Poliwrath was fighting type on top of their water type, but right now, that strength didn't exist.

Training Water Gun though, well, that wouldn't change at all. So, rather than use his surprising speed to get close to the enemy and use a suboptimal Pound, I would rather he use his speed to keep his distance and hammer the enemy with Water Gun.

It also wasn't the most sophisticated strategy out there, but it was workable. Not to mention, the option to get close to the enemy still existed, if it was also a long-range fighter, in which case getting close would be more advantageous, although I still believed that in that situation, a point-blank Water Gun would still be more effective than Pound, in most cases that is.

Still, we shouldn't fully discard that attack, since Poliwag seemed to like to use it, and I shouldn't try to make him into something he didn't want to be, so we would see.

His Water Gun was competent and the way it tried to deliver his Pound attacks with fancy jumps and overhead spins was the extra bit of overcommitment that worried me a bit, but it looked flashy at least.

I checked the time and date on my pokecom, and then checked the calendar again, crunching the numbers on how much time I would have in total, and how much time I could afford to stay here.
Yeah, my plan for a week seemed to be workable. After that week of training, it was off to Saffron City, for my first badge.
 
Misty SI - Chapter 3
Our week passed by relatively fast, and almost all of that time was spent on mastering the moves in their arsenal, but both were able to also add one more move to their repertoire. Torrent was able to learn Rapid Spin, while Poliwag – and I still needed to find a good name for him – learned Mud Shot.
Neither of them mastered their new move, but that they were able to use it competently enough was something to be celebrated.

We had not only practiced moves, though. While they were important, their physical attributes also required training. So, I had them swim while pulling me, I had Poliwag practice sprints while Torrent tried to get better at using Harden while swimming.

I even had them practice hitting each other, so their ability to take hits and work through it improved, although we made sure to still pull punches since we weren't exactly close to a pokemon center right now. That would be something we could advantage of when we had one of those in the vicinity. I still burned through three potions over that week, and I would need to restock once we reached Saffron.

We even had the opportunity to fight a few local pokemon, but wild pokemon tended to be weaker than trained pokemon, and the wildlife here is carefully curated by Rangers to not be too aggressive or strong since it was a very popular spot for families to enjoy a camping trip.

That's why I didn't really count those short one-on-one battles against four Poliwag, one Spearow, one Oddish, and one Meowth of all things as big victories.

Still, experience was experience, and particularly the Oddish had been a valuable encounter, but it hadn't managed to leverage its advantages that well and Poliwag was able to whittle it down with Pound and the relatively ineffective Water Gun.

The Hypnosis ability was also valuable when it worked since that could make captures easier. Not that I particularly wanted to capture that many pokemon against their will, but there were some pokemon who were rather aggressive and required beating first, so we'd see.

If anything, I had been surprised at the lack of diversity. I honestly expected to see more pokemon. While there were a lot of Goldeen and Magikarp in the lake, alongside the Poliwag and the occasional Polywhirl, I had also expected Krabby's but no dice.

I also expected more bug and bird pokemon, but I guess my presence scared them away, especially since my pokemon had been openly training and those pokemon who had approached had wanted to battle.

But now, after our week-long stay was over, I had packed up everything, put all the trash I generated into a small trash bag and loaded that in my saddlebags, and swung myself on my bike, happy to get to Saffron.

Saffron was very, very close to the Lake, so it didn't take more than a few hours to make the trip. I was able to do so without needing a break, even, which had surprised me, but I had been rather beat when we arrived in the big, busy metropolis.

It was the capital of Kanto and its biggest city, so it was even more crowded than Cerulean was.

Thousands of people hurried along, with more than a few pokemon also present.

The city had stricter regulations on what kind of pokemon were allowed to be out of their balls and where, and there were the resident city pokemon to consider, which were free, wild pokemon which preferred urban areas like Muk, Drowzee, and Abra.

It was an awe-inspiring experience, but also a bit tiresome. Too many people, too loud and the air wasn't as good as in Cerulean. Don't get me wrong, it was still better than in the cities in the old world, but not something I would want for long.

I had two goals in this city. My first target was the actual gym, and its leader, Sabrina. I know she was a difficult fight, but since it would be a first badge fight, I liked my chances. Afterward, the goal I was actually passionate about, was the former gym of the place, the fighting-type gym. It had been the main gym before Sabrina had challenged them and defeated them soundly.

It doesn't sound as impressive in the games, because psychic types rolling fighting types is not exactly incredible, but type advantage isn't nearly as dominant here as it is in the games.

So, when Sabrina showed up and crushed the whole gym, its trainers and leader with three pokemon, well, that was genuinely impressive.

And they had a weird pride thing going on which made it hard for me, in particular, to feel all that sorry for them. Because, they spend a lot of their time shit-talking Cerulean Gym, for not being a real gym and that they could defeat my sisters at any time and take their place.

The only reason why they didn't do that, according to them, was that they were unwilling to concede defeat to Sabrina. Apparently, they had asked the league if it was possible for a city to have two main gyms but had been denied since that was hardly a sensible distribution of trainers at gym leader level and the sphere of protection they offered.

Where my sisters had been a bit disappointed that they hadn't challenged them to take over the gym, I had been rather livid. While I couldn't do anything at that point, I wanted to go there and kick some sense into them.

I was a bit worried that I was jumping the gun a bit, but leaving Saffron without confronting them felt too much like running away.

Well, we'd see. First, I needed the badge. I could pursue a personal grievance like that later since there wasn't any urgency for that.

xxx

Sabrina was one of the less busy gym leaders since she got fewer challengers than most thanks to her reputation, which is something that amused me. My sisters wanted fewer battles so they didn't fight seriously, which made them easy to defeat and as such, a lot more trainers flocked to our gym for the easy badge. Sabrina also didn't like fighting all that much, so she crushed her opponents so hard, that only those who wanted all eight badges or needed the Marsh badge in particular for a job actually bothered to challenge her.

Which is, incidentally, what happened to me.

Arrogant. I had been too arrogant. Too cocky. Not in a, I swaggered in, talking big, but rather, I had assumed since it was a first badge challenge, that it would have been doable without specific practice. We had practiced, yes, but it had been general stuff. Now, after Sabrina wiped the floor with Poliwag, Torrent, and me, well, it was more than obvious that we would need to prepare for her in particular.

When I entered the fancy gym, since it was the newest building serving in that room, having been built from scratch after her impressive victory and official appointment, I talked with the lady booking the fights, and surprisingly, I was able to fight her the same day since someone else had canceled earlier.

I of course had taken that opportunity. Before every Gym Leader battle, depending on each gym, there was a pre-fight with a gym trainer or sometimes a weird challenge, to ensure that the challenger was not a total waste of the Gym Leader's time.

Mine had been against a clean-shaven guy in his late 20s, wearing surprisingly casual clothes with jeans and a clean, blank t-shirt. He only sent out one pokemon, a Drowzee, and while the fight hadn't been easy by any measure, Poliwag had conducted himself rather well and managed to defeat him.

The trainer, Tim, had nodded and told me to come back in an hour, for the battle against Sabrina. It was just enough time to get to the Pokemon Center, have Poliwag healed back up, and get back.
That is where our good fortune ended. Sabrina didn't have many words for me, only noting my relation to the Cerulean City Gym, and while I wouldn't be able to say for sure, I felt her opinion on me drop a little because of that.

I had to swallow that, since disdain towards our gym was unfortunately not going to be uncommon.

She released a Kadabra and she had been a monster. I had the sinking suspicion that that pokemon hadn't been an appropriate level of strength, but it also hadn't been a member of her main team, so I didn't really have the room to complain.

And while the Kadabra had first dispatched Poliwag with one attack and Torrent with three, it had still been an educational experience, if an unpleasantly humiliating one.

We didn't have an answer for Teleport, as it used that to dodge the Water Guns and the Reflect had shut down Torrent's Rapid Spin and Harden combo, before finishing the fights with strong Psychic Blade attacks. Poliwag had been unable to deal with even one, while Torrent, thanks to Harden, managed to endure two before the third put them down.

Afterward, she told me to get better and left the room.

Well, challenge accepted.

xxx

Recognizing my own arrogance and stupidity, I decided to take the rest of the day off and make a better plan. While my pokemon were healing, I was sitting in the waiting area of the Pokemon Center, looking out of the window, thinking things through.

My team was not a great matchup for Sabrina. Poliwag was not very sturdy and didn't have any attacks outside of Water Gun and Mud Shot that could actually provide a credible threat, but Kadabra's teleportation had been a very strong defense against that. Not to mention that we hadn't been able to defend against her attacks in turn.

It was also annoying that his Hypnosis was not effective against other psychic pokemon so that incredible weapon was unfortunately shelved.

Torrent had faced similar problems. They had been able to actually hit the Kadabra with Rapid Spin, but the Reflect had blocked the attack quite effectively, and it in turn had dodged all ranged attacks like Water Gun and Confuse Ray.

I pulled out the small journal with all my notes on my current pokemon noted down. I looked at Confuse Ray, realizing that it was actually a ghost-type attack, not a psychic one. I cursed at my own stupidity, forgetting that tidbit, but while helpful to remember it now, it wouldn't have changed anything in the last battle, since Staryu hadn't hit the Kadabra.

Now, though, I felt a plan forming. We needed to hit the Kadabra with Confuse Ray to have any chance, but we also needed to be tougher, faster, and stronger in general.

I could understand Reflect mitigating a lot of damage, but completely nullifying everything we did was absolutely unacceptable, so we would need to get better in that regard.

It wasn't a cohesive or groundbreaking training idea, but I guess we just needed to get better across the board, in all parameters. So, both pokemon got stronger, both physically and with their attacks, got faster, and could endure a few more hits.

Yeah, nothing genius here, but sometimes, that's just what was needed.

xxx

The next day, I walked back to the gym, stepping up to the reception. The lady manning it seemed surprised to see me if her expression was anything to go by.

"You do know you can't challenge her again for at least a week," she greeted me.

I nodded, "I'm aware, I want to book my next try for in a month."

She nodded, clicked a few times on her PC, and typed something. "Sure, we can do that. Do you want to request a change of field this time?"

Huh, I hadn't really considered that.

"I can do that?" This was something all gyms did differently. Cerulean didn't offer much in that regard, since the gym was there to test how the trainers dealt with water pokemon at their best, and that couldn't happen if there was no water available. Sure, there was enough ground to serve as a foothold, but one needed to react accordingly to the situation.

"Yeah, but it changes the format of the battle. Right now, with this neutral field, the Gym Leader will field two pokemon at most, and cannot switch between them while you can use up to six and switch as much as you want, within reason of course."

That was the current normal format, although I knew that there was more variation for trainers with more badges.

"If you request a battlefield change, and from your current team, I'd guess that would be a half water field, then both of you use three pokemon in one on one fights, and if you win two of them, you get the badge. There will be no switching for either one of you, but the gym leader will release their pokemon first."

That…that was interesting, but also not that big of an option right now since I only had two pokemon. That said, I was booking the next fight a month in advance and a month was plenty of time to capture one additional pokemon, and having water available would give me more options.

You know what, that sounded pretty doable.

"Yes, if I can do that, I will."

She clicked a few times with her mouse. "Okay, see you in a month then."

xxx

I walked back to the Pokemon Center and hit one of the PCs, with my journal open in front of me on the table.

The smart idea was to capture my third pokemon first and then dedicate the rest of the time to training all three of them. I would also need to grab a few mini jobs and missions

The thing was, which one. There were a lot of water pokemon I wanted, in fact I wanted every water pokemon, ultimately.

That wasn't a very sensible plan for now, though. There were a few pokemon I really wanted, but who wouldn't be useful any time soon. Categorically, I didn't want most final evolved forms.

Pokemon at that stage where rather headstrong and set in their ways. They weren't impossible to train, but I personally liked the idea more to raise a pokemon fresh. Similarly, there could be control issues, where such a pokemon wouldn't necessarily always listen since I was also rather inexperienced.

Not to mention that the higher evolution pokemon were also a lot harder to capture. Similarly, I didn't want a pokemon, that would take too long to be fit to battle in a month. If I were to capture a Magikarp, for example, I wouldn't really be able to use it against Sabrina, unless I was really lucky.

Similarly, while I would love to have an Eevee, and I was going to get one as soon as possible after this, it didn't change the fact that it wouldn't really do that much better than the pokemon I had right now. Even if I got a Water Stone in a month, and it was just dawning on me that I was already needing two for my current team, it would be foolish to force an evolution so soon, and it would be better long-term if the pokemon matured in their basic forms for a while.

No, I needed a pokemon who, with a month of training, would be able to stand a chance.
And in my current location, while I had the ability to travel quite a bit in a month, I shouldn't be aiming for too long of a trip, if I wanted to have enough time to train.

Looking at local water pokemon, I had a few options. I could go back to Maiden Peak Lake, and try my luck there again. I could travel to the Vermillion Lake, and I was told that there would be more water pokemon there. Or I could go to Lavender Town and from there, south to the Great Harbor at Route 12. Rather, it was more accurate to say that the Great Harbor was Route 12. A huge wooden bridge and pier, crossing the whole bay right through the ocean water. There were pokemon in the oceans that weren't in lakes, rivers, and ponds, and vice versa.

The ocean at the Great Harbor offered me the chance to capture Tentacool, Tentacruel, Wingull, Chinchou, Remoraid, Octillery, Shellder, Qwilfish, Corsola, Carvanha, Horsea, Seadra and if all the stars aligned, maybe a Lapras.

The lakes and rivers had the potential to house Goldeen, Magikarp, Krabby, Corphish, Lotad, Surskit, Psyduck, Wooper and Quagsire, Azurill, Marill, Slowpoke, Feebas, Squirtle, Totodile and Mudkip.
Now, there was some overlap, in a way. You could technically find all water pokemon in the ocean, it is just that many preferred the shores or for the waters to not be too deep, but it was still far more likely to find a Marill in a river or lake, rather than the coast of the sea.

Another issue was, that half of the pokemon I listed there were rather rare in Kanto waters and territory. You would always stumble on something, but it was foolish to base a plan on being lucky.

There was always luck involved, but to hope for such low odds with no reason to do so, wasn't something I was willing to do right now, not with my deadline of a month.

So, if I were to focus on the Kanto pokemon, there were a few I would have to shelve for now. Tentacool and Tentacruel were poison types and thus weak to psychic. No need to make things even harder on myself. Slowpoke and Psyduck would fare even worse than Torrent, with none of their advantages.

Lapras, well, the same category as the Johto pokemon. There definitely was Lapras in Kanto waters, but they were super rare. They also preferred colder waters, but they could travel warmer waters just fine, so the odds would be higher around the Seafoam Islands.

Squirtle, well, also the same. They were reasonably rare and preferred the coasts of islands. In Kanto, only the Pokemon Professor had reliable access to them, and he had no reason to just give me one.

Goldeen was a bit of an odd case. They were relatively common and truly, they weren't bad at combat. Their horns could deliver devastating attacks, but the nature of being a pokemon that could only fight in the water meant that their horn attacks were mainly useful against other water pokemon or pokemon who foolishly just stood at the edge of the water and allowed Goldeen to jump out and spear them.

That's never going to be Sabrina.

That left Seal, Horsea, Shellder, Krabby and Wingull.

Of those, I was favoring Wingull. Wingull was nowadays rather common at all shores, so I was almost certain I would be able to find one in the Great Harbor. I liked Wingull, because its ability to fly would give me more options in a fight and teleport was less effective against a flying pokemon since they were less likely to be surprised from behind. Also, once Wingull evolved, it would be able to offer me to fly on its back and I think this was the only water pokemon that allowed me to truly do that.

The four times weakness to electricity was rough, so I really shouldn't use it against Surge, but otherwise, it had good resistances going and while having no particular type advantage against Sabrina, it would at least have no disadvantage. It also had a very solid pool of attacks. And while Surge was a very bad matchup, flying type actually had a bit of an edge towards grass types, so Wingull would be also very useful against Erika.

The others were all fine, good even, but Seal and Horsea would be very hard to find. I would have to have Torrent scour the sea, while I was fishing and hoping one of them took the bait. Shellder would normally be the same, but Torrent would be a lot more helpful since Shellder was less mobile than the others.

Krabby were rather common, so it was also a case where I was rather confident I would be able to find a few, whether it be underwater or at the beach. They were good fighters, but they weren't particularly offering anything that advantageous in the upcoming fight where I would want to seek one out.

Krabby and Shellder had solid defensive and offensive capabilities but both were rather slow, all things considered, and Shellder at least would have a hard time until it evolved. Both evolved into powerhouses though.

I got up, to stretch my arms and legs, letting everything run by me again. It seemed I was going to the Great Harbor since that was the place that had nearly all the pokemon I was considering. Maybe I would get extraordinarily lucky, and stumble upon a rare option, but otherwise, I think my plan was to get a Wingull.

I looked out the window and remembered where I was. I was in Saffron, the capital. There was a very active pokemon trade and buying scene. It was heavily regulated and controlled, of course, so that the pokemon weren't harmed or mistreated, and of course, rarer and stronger pokemon cost way, waaaay too much for me to consider, but if I was lucky, maybe I would be able to find a few of the Johto pokemon and maybe even those from further away.

I think I was going to try the Pokemon Bazar before I decided.

xxx

Most big cities had a Pokemon Bazar, the place where breeders, rangers, and trainers met in order to trade, sell or buy pokemon, with plenty of regulation and oversight to ensure no one was cheated and the pokemon were treated as they deserved.

Saffron City, because it was so big, had a rather large one, but funnily enough, it wasn't actually the biggest in Kanto. Both Viridian City and Celadon City had bigger ones. The latter, because it was the biggest port city in Kanto and the main trade hub due to that, and Viridian because it was the gateway to the Pokemon Conference, where every two years, all the important trainers of Kanto passed through in order to participate.

The Saffron Bazar was still very formidable. Hundreds of people were shuffling around, some yelling. It was not easy to get through the loud crowd, but after fifteen minutes, I finally reached the medium-sized store that I was told specialized in water pokemon.

Once I was inside, it was a lot calmer, with only maybe eight people inside the story, three of which were clearly employees.

I approached the free one, behind the counter. "Good morning, miss," I was greeted enthusiastically, "What can we help you with?"

Water pokemon would have been the smartass answer but I was trying to make a good impression.

"I'm looking for unevolved water pokemon, what would your options be?"

He reached below the counter and pulled out a thin dossier, and leafed through it until he reached the page he wanted. He put it flat on the counter and turned it so I could read the pages.

"We have several that would suit your needs, miss."

And there were, but most were pokemon I either already had, or could catch in Kanto myself. Funnily enough, even Lapras was on there. Of course, it cost about as much as a good house and was well beyond my means.

The money issue actually cut a lot of my options. Squirtle and Totodile were often given out as starters by Pokemon Professors, so they were worth a lot of money. There was one Chinchou and one Horsea, but the price was similarly outrageous.

There were three that interested me, though. Carvanha, Feebas and Remoraid. Now, Feebas was cheap, because it had the same issues as Magikarp. It evolved into a magnificent pokemon, but it by itself was rather bad at fights, so, that was an option I could safely skip for now. Remoraid, on the other hand, was interesting. Because their defining trait was the ability to shoot an incredibly accurate Water Gun at impressive distances. They could even hit flying pokemon reliably. It wasn't the strongest Water Gun among water pokemon but an almost guaranteed hit on the enemy was a huge boon. It evolved into Octillery, which wouldn't really come into play any time soon, but the octopus pokemon was a rather interesting specimen, with its strong arms and ability to spew ink.

However, there was a clear right choice in that trio of pokemon.

Carvanha was an incredible find, being one of the few dual-type pokemon who were both water and dark. A dark type was, of course, a direct counter to psychic pokemon, because they were immune to direct psychic attacks, which was an incredible advantage to have.

I wasn't going to delude myself into thinking that this alone would guarantee a victory, but it would certainly improve my chances.

That said, I was having second thoughts and doubts because this was the exact way I didn't want to handle my pokemon journey. I checked the price and I could see that if I spent everything I had, I could just about afford that one, but I really, really didn't want to set the precedent for myself that I was going to buy my way into victory or just run to a type advantage.

For a second, I was wondering whether or not I was making a grave mistake, letting my pride override my common sense, but I crushed that thought.

I handed the man the dossier back. "Thank you, but I think that's beyond my purse at the moment."

I promptly left the store. No, I would be capturing my own pokemon. Maybe later, when I was a Gym Leader, then I wouldn't mind having the occasional far away pokemon shipped to me, but not right now.

I would be leaving for the Great Harbor as soon as possible.
 
My Villainess Academia 1
Nobody expects to be transmigrated, is I think a fair thing to say, but I guess I was luckier than most. As opposed to how the genre usually seems to play out, I did not find myself in a fantasy medieval/late medieval vaguely European-inspired setting that was strangely anachronistic and fundamentally ahistorical. Nor did I find myself in its Chinese equivalent, dealing with cultivators, imperial court politics, and mystical beasts.

In fact, I seem to be in a slightly futuristic superhero society in Japan, and it was one that I was at least somewhat aware of. I had never watched or read My Hero Academia. The pitch of anime superheroes never had that much appeal to me, especially since my tastes lay elsewhere.

So, when on my 15th​ birthday in this world I recovered my past memories, I am not exaggerating when I say that this completely recontextualized my whole life and had me live through a minor crisis.

I am now Yaoyorozu Momo, the girl whose name meant nothing to me but who I vaguely recognized as the lady who was wearing that fanservice-y costume with the belts and mostly exposed torso, arms, and legs. She even had that costume designed and ready to go. That was the extent of my knowledge about this character. After I had calmed down, I felt a bit guilty about this uncharitable take on her, but after I let her actual memories as a person flow into me, absorbing and understanding her life in a way that only she could, that guilt was replaced with fear.

Momo was beautiful, she wore a revealing costume, she was smart, she was the daughter of billionaires and she had an incredibly overpowered magical power or quirks as they called it here. I know my stories, I know my tropes, I know beyond all shadow of all doubt which kind of character I was.

That list of traits was not reserved for the hero or supporting cast. Those were the traits of the villainess. What was the daughter of billionaires if not the equivalent of the daughter of the most powerful duke or lord of the kingdom? Well, seeing that Momo was applying for and had even been accepted by the premier hero training facility of the nation probably meant more that she was destined to be a false hero, someone who was following the letter of what it meant to be a hero but not the spirit and would no doubt be exposed as the fraud they are or, more concerningly, as someone who failed to be a hero and then betrayed the heroes, joining the villains for revenge because she was outclassed by the main heroine.

Well, neither path appealed to me, and I would do my damnest to forge my own way forward that would not lead to my arrest or death. Seeing that this was a more modern society, thankfully there was no crown prince to offend who could then order my execution or banishment. Nor was I engaged to anyone, although maybe my parents would do that sometimes along the way, but I honestly do not know how the 0.1% do things like that in more modern times. I don't think marriages to fuse firms like that were still happening all that much, so honestly, given what Momo remembers of her most loving parents (well, as loving as billionaires can be), that's probably not something to worry about. Otherwise, they probably wouldn't have let her pursue a career as a hero.

Sure, it had the most amount of prestige if you were successful and Momo's wealth meant that she would be open to doing things from the get-go that most other heroes who had to secure sponsorships and public support to rise in the ranks would need years of dedicated work and luck to accomplish, but it was also fundamentally unsafe, way more so than being a cop. After all, heroes weren't used to just brutalizing homeless people, protesting students, and minorities, they had to actually fight people in mostly one-on-one live-combat situations. I mean, I assume they still had to do those things, but given how the internet was even more advanced than it was at the time of my death, I felt there would have been more evidence of that by now.

The fighting itself was rarely to the death, mind you, at least since All Might established this era of peace but it was still live combat involving superpowers. So, regardless, for Momo's parents to allow her to be that meant that they were rather indulging her feelings and wishes. It wasn't uncaring, since Momo had to spend a few months persuading them, winning them over with dedication, sound arguments, intensive studying with regards to the law, superhero law enforcement, and combat, and practicing her quirk.

Man, her quirk. It was, in a lot of ways, quite unfair that she, as the child of billionaires got this quirk. Her quirk was called Creation and it could, well, create anything nonliving by transmuting the molecular structure of her fat cells and pushing it out of her skin. That was an ability that could have lifted families and neighborhoods out of poverty and improved whole communities, instead of going to someone who didn't really need it all that much, seeing that she had the money to simply buy almost everything she could create herself.

Then again, a poorer Momo who used her ability like that would have probably been either kidnapped or killed, so, probably a good thing for her that she was born to a family who could protect her, by the virtue of being one of those who might otherwise target her.

She had apparently gotten a lecture on not creating rare materials and things like that in order to not upset the economy and Momo had naturally agreed, being among those who benefited immensely from the current system and not caring all that much what with her being a villainess.

So, in that way, it was not that useful for Momo in particular. She would have benefited more from a combat-oriented quirk or one that allowed her to think or perceive things better, basically, a quirk that granted her things she couldn't simply buy with money. It would be shortsighted to simply dismiss the combat capabilities of this quirk though.

While it is true that she could buy everything she wanted, she couldn't carry everything she could buy with her at all times. Nor did the ability to buy everything make it instantly appear in her hand the second she needed it in combat. In that way, Momo was incredibly versatile. In a rock, paper and scissors match that could be a battle between quirks, although that seemed a bit reductive, Momo was essentially a swiss army knife on steroids.

True, like what she had seen in her memories from that special test Momo had gone through alongside who appeared to be a poor man's Zuko (and seeing that he was the son of the Nr. 2 hero, who was brooding, overpowered with the ice abilities and scarred, definitely a capture target for the heroine if I have ever seen one), some quirks were so strong that there were no easy to make counters on the fly, but Momo could at the very least even the odds at all times.

She, or I, might not be super useful in every fight, against every enemy, but she would literally never be useless. By virtue of the sheer endless possibilities which were only limited by her creativity and fat cells, she would always be able to create something that would improve the situation.

That was actually a pretty good goal to aim for. Wanting to be the number one strongest hero was folly, that would go to the heroine who would replace All Might once he inevitably died against the big bad, whoever that was. That kind of ambition is someone who was destined to play the role of a villainess, but probably a minor one, all things considered, could ill afford to have. But a very useful, mid-level hero, well, that seemed perfectly doable.

Honestly, with the amount of wealth Momo could command once she was an adult, she would be able to do a lot more good than most heroes combined, but that was still a few years off. Until then, becoming a hero and using the support of her parents to establish a hero agency, later on, to do good that way until she inherited command over the actual riches of the Yaoyoruzu family, was a good enough idea.

Besides, who didn't want to become a superhero, even if it was only for a little bit? Once I was an established hero with a solid reputation, I didn't really intend to fight villains myself. That I would leave to my minions. Or sidekicks, I guess, that was the more heroic term for them. Better get used to that, since slipping into villainess behavior was a no-go.

But for now, I needed to fight on my own. Apparently, Momo had trained in using a staff or similar weapons by creating them at any second. It wasn't too bad, but I think I would take a different approach. Creating a new staff or pipe every time there was a fight seemed like a waste of limited resources. Since Momo needed to convert her fat cells into whatever she wanted, she only had a certain amount to work with each fight before she hurt herself or worse. So, having to create a weapon for every fight seemed like a waste of time and material. I understand why she did it, having to carry it would hinder her, especially in situations where she didn't need to fight, and carrying it on her with her ridiculous costume would be difficult and uncomfortable, but honestly, I had no intention of keeping her costume.

The rationale behind it was better than I had given it credit for with my very shallow knowledge from afar. It was a slightly better explanation than she breathes through her skin. Not much better, mind you, but still. The larger the object was which she wanted to create, the more of her own skin was used to push it out. So, if she wanted to cover her chest and torso with useful, protective gear and only use her arms and hands to create things, well, she was limited to objects that were smaller than the surface of her hands and arms. Having her stomach open, then, was necessary if she didn't want to rip her costume every time she wanted to create something bigger.

That was…inconvenient. There is something to be said for wanting as much of her skin exposed so she could use all of her body to create things. It is not like I couldn't see the utility in that. A woman had it worse than a man in that regard, with this ability. Sure, a man would be just as vulnerable to damage, but he would have a bigger surface area and there would be less societal pushback if he ran around with nothing covering his chest.

Momo wasn't particularly big. She was tall for a Japanese girl but being a young, thin girl, there was only so much of her skin she could expose.

So, I could forsake this design philosophy and with it the utility of using my stomach and chest as a creation area and with it, bigger creations, just focusing on small things pushed out from my palms and arms. I guess I could shave my head and use my scalp, but I actually liked having hair, so I was unwilling to do that at this point. Not to mention creating things literally, on the top of my head, was a bit unwieldy but maybe in the future.

Or, I do go for a similar costume. Honestly, assuming that it would never be necessary to create something bigger seemed foolish, but I also really didn't want that costume.

One option would be to have a costume that basically had a latch which I can open and close as I please. That seemed to be the best solution. It was slower than having no cover in that place since I would have to open it, but the time it took to open that seemed well worth not being hit there by a sucker punch and being able to command more respect than a half-naked woman would get. Things were a bit better in that regard but not exactly a battle that has been long won. Having a latch would also give me the option to uncover a larger area than the costume did right now.

Maybe a cloth could be developed that was durable for outside impacts but could be more easily torn from the inside? So that in an emergency, I would not have to fight with my costume to generate things but which would also not leave me with a costume that was so flimsy that every fight ran the risk of ending up on the local version of youporn.

There was a lot to consider there.

Most importantly, well, I needed to study more. Momo was smart, brilliant even. She understood a lot of things on a molecular level that I never could have hoped to understand. It was easy to see her creating things but she needed to know the exact why's and hows of the things she created. So, while she could potentially create anything, it was impossible to truly know and understand everything to do so. So she needed to specialize in things.

Minerals and chemicals were a bit of a no-brainer. The ability to essentially alchemy your way out of possible problems was an alluring one, but it could be easy to be misconstrued as a villain. Chemical warfare had a deservedly negative reputation, after all. And while flash grenades, tear gas, chloroform, and acid that targeted either biological or nonbiological or all matters or simply smoke to obscure vision were all must-know things, it would be good to moderate their uses.

I would like to be a hero in such a way, that no one would ever think that I could ever be a villainess.

No sir, no banishment or execution or conflict with the heroine for me.

There was a lot I had to plan and do, but honestly, I felt a bit giddy. I had everything figured out and everything working for me.

This was going to be great, I just had to not be a stupid villain and how hard can that be?

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The next few weeks passed quickly. The fancy private middle school I was going to was, well, fancy, but also pretty easygoing, all things considered. Thanks to Momo, I had a lot of extra-curricular stuff going on, things that a true young lady needed to know to be respectable, it seems, but Momo had apparently already learned everything which she needed to know and all the teachers knew it, so it was mostly just running down the clock until the new phase of school started.

So, the last two weeks of school were rather easygoing, and the summer vacation afterward was honestly rather fun. The life of the obscenely rich is something else. Honestly, I had wanted to spend the time training and reinventing myself and my outfit, but I had been rather caught up in the very expensive and very luxurious Europe trip my parents had taken me for the summer.

I hadn't been much of a shopper, back in my old life, but that changes when you suddenly have the means to buy everything you want and everything you sorta want and everything you might as well get, because why not?

So, I found myself in very extravagant shopping centers in Paris and Zurich, had delicious meals in restaurants that wouldn't even have let me enter in my last life, I enjoyed swimming on the coast of Monaco and I was pampered to such a degree that was positively obscene.

And I hate to admit it, but I fucking loved every second of it.

I was pretty surprised that my parents had so much time. Not that they, like, needed to work or anything, but they were still busy, so it was pretty cool that they basically took a month off to be with me. Both were still on their phones a lot, so it wasn't like they didn't do anything work-related at all, but still, traveling with me was rather neat.

Really surprised me, honestly. Didn't expect that, but then again, I am their only child, and even rich people loved their children.

When our vacation came to an end, and we settled back in our mansion, back in Tokyo, well, all my fancy plans of training, redesigning my costume, and studying really hard to be a good hero…yeah, I didn't do anything.

When I came back home from school, I just read or played games. Momo didn't have a console but she did have a high-end PC. I ordered an even better one, one made for gaming, so that took a good amount of time. There was also a lot of new anime to watch.

So, I was busy, I guess, only I wasn't busy doing anything to be proud of. So when I found myself standing in front of the Hero School, I wasn't feeling particularly confident.

I guess I didn't need to try super hard. I mean, I was coming in, while still being in decent shape, with a pretty good superpower, and I was pretty. Also super rich, never forgetting that. So how hard could school be for such a person?



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A/N: So yeah, a MHA transmigration story, with the twist being that the SI OC thinks she is the villainess of the story. I don't really have a lot planned for this, but it is a fun idea and I might revisit it in the future.
 
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