'The One Man the Elves Feared', now that's a helluva title to have, I wonder how the future will remember him? The confusingly named 'Henry the Feared'? 'Henry the Great'?
 
For those wondering, Beatrice is a character from the Grand Duchy of something-or-other introduced to the Tristian Academy of magic shortly after the obviously-half-elf Tiffania started attending. She gave Tiff a hard time, even starting an (entirely illegal) inquisition to determine whether or not Tiff was actually a member of the Brimiric faith. Somehow, the nobles in the school managed to forget that she didn't actually have the authority to do that.
 
What we need is a Karin Omake, granbabies! Grumpy Henry becoming The One That Elves Fear!
 
Epilogue
Epilogue

"They say history books are written by the winner. Looking back, the history of Halkeginia could have been the same old story repeated for countless centuries until the cataclysm unseen wiped the Brimiric countries, had it not been for a historical figure of great importance known as The Prince.

Of Tristanian origins, Prince Henry Philippe was born to the Duke and Duchess de la Valliere, as the eldest male son of a prominent noble family, he was set to marry the Princess of Gallia, Isabella. His renown in the fields of science are second only to his military achievements. The formation of a standing army, the first of its kind, and the advancement in the military sciences both wrought together to bring forth the first victory against the Elves. Notable for his conquest of the continent of Albion with the capture of a single city, his future passing of laws for the benefit of the people saw at the same time a centralization of power into the hands of the Queen.

His rule was fair and just, and through it, Gallia prospered. The first to introduce labor laws, to increase the safety of the roads and the first to set the basis for the invention of the national railway system, he is fairly renowned for the alterations brought to the social status by the elevation through military achievements over those of nobility of blood.

In later years, he was revealed to be the fabled Shadow of the Night, author of thousands of children tales and erotica."


Everyone in the classroom snorted at the same time. How did one go from being a writer of children tales to be a writer of erotica?

"Professor...why are we reading about a porn writer?" someone asked with a whiny tone, only to be on the receiving end of a blunt piece of chalk.

"You be quiet," the professor replied with a huff, "You are reading about one of the, if not the most important historical figure in the history of Gallia," Professor La Valliere placed a hand on her hip and clicked her tongue against her teeth. "Also, my great-great-great-great ancestor! So rest assured, he will be on the test."

The collective groans echoed in the classroom, but soon quieted down as the professor kept explaining.

"His death happened of old age, having survived his wife by mere months. The throne was inherited by Pierre Joseph, Emperor of Gallia and Albion, and while a good king, his reign has nothing worthy of mention-"

"We have one hundred pages on that king Henry," Louise mumbled, slamming her head against her locker after the lessons were over. They stood outside in the hallways of the Royal Gallian Institute, the public school of the Kingdom of Gallia. "One hundred pages! Why couldn't he be like King Joseph the mad? He only had ten!"

"That's not how it works," Henry replied by her side. "History is-"

"I felt the nerd-dom from over here!" Anne yelled as she came to a grinding halt against the lockers in-between Henry and Louise, her skateboard falling uselessly by her side.

"King Henry invented the Skateboard too," Henry pointed out helpfully. "And the lightbulb, and electricity, and-"

"Is there something he didn't invent?" Louise asked in disbelief.

"Techno music?" Anne suggested as she scrambled back on her feet.

No reply was given.

No reply was needed.

The End.

AN:

Now, let's get the crux of the matter out.

I had no idea on how to end the Noblesse Oblige once it hit the elves. This was mostly because the novels aren't yet done, and using the Big Bad Dragon waking up would have been meaningless.

Also, just as the muse arrived, the muse left. And when it left, it left me all dried up and feeling sad that it had gone away -must have been the fever.

Like, I could have drudged on a few more dozen chapters, perhaps even more, but I didn't want to do that.

I wanted the story to end, and so I ended it.

So I thought long and hard about how I wanted it to end, and decided that after a show of conflict with the elves, I could wrap it all up and conclude it. The story's done. Omakes can, of course, be written, and I'll threadmark them.

But...that's it.

The muse is gone.

Will it come back?


Gods only know.
 
Perhaps it was better this way, really. The greatest crisis was decidedly dealt with, after all. This was as much a story built on fluff and relationships and emotions as politics and adventure.

It has been a true pleasure to read this, it's brought much entertainment and sweet feelings to me.
 
Who's Beatrice? And which familiar is Saito this time?
The posters above answer who Beatrice is.

Saito is the Lífþrasir. Pretty much his only ability is to act as a giant willpower battery for his void mage. In the event the Genocide ritual is ever used, the necessary energy would be incredibly likely to kill him.
 
Thanks for sharing, Shade! This story and thread ate up a fair amount of my weekly time, and I am perfectly content with that.

I'm kinda curious what this story would look like if it were a shorter story in which you already had a detailed end in mind, instead of it being more serial in nature. Regardless, I'm looking forward to the next Shade fanfic that's also in a fandom I recognize. :)
 
"Professor...why are we reading about a porn writer?" someone asked with a whiny tone, only to be on the receiving end of a blunt piece of chalk.

"You be quiet," the professor replied with a huff, "You are reading about one of the, if not the most important historical figure in the history of Gallia," Professor La Valliere placed a hand on her hip and clicked her tongue against her teeth. "Also, my great-great-great-great ancestor! So rest assured, he will be on the test."

The collective groans echoed in the classroom, but soon quieted down as the professor kept explaining.
Just goes to show, no matter how important you were or how much your revolutionized the country and changed the world, kids a hundred years from now will groan from having to learn about you in school.
 
It really shows when Shade wants to be done with a story.

That it does, but let's face it. A lot of fanfiction writers trick you into thinking you want to see the ending, when in fact the entire story gets bogged down in boring things you'd rather not read.

With Shade it's all about the journey. He can make even the smallest chapter awesome and satisfying to read while advancing the plot and having you hang by the edge of your seat wanting to know what happens next.

And to top it all off he does it incredibly fast and for free. There is nothing to complain about.

We can only be grateful for Shade. If he wrote a book for sale I would buy it no matter what it is, because I'm already a big fan.

Then again, I'm one of the lucky people that only knows Shade's angsty reputation, but not the actual angst. All I've read so far has been rather fluffy and light.
 


Bravo Shade!

I thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving us an unforgettable ride.

I will be there for your new tale.

@Rooster , Shade actually does have a book.
 
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We can only be grateful for Shade. If he wrote a book for sale I would buy it no matter what it is, because I'm already a big fan.
He has, I think. It has even been mentioned in this thread
Edit: It's in his signature now
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Epilogue

"They say history books are written by the winner. Looking back, the history of Halkeginia could have been the same old story repeated for countless centuries until the cataclysm unseen wiped the Brimiric countries, had it not been for a historical figure of great importance known as The Prince.

Of Tristanian origins, Prince Henry Philippe was born to the Duke and Duchess de la Valliere, as the eldest male son of a prominent noble family, he was set to marry the Princess of Gallia, Isabella. His renown in the fields of science are second only to his military achievements. The formation of a standing army, the first of its kind, and the advancement in the military sciences both wrought together to bring forth the first victory against the Elves. Notable for his conquest of the continent of Albion with the capture of a single city, his future passing of laws for the benefit of the people saw at the same time a centralization of power into the hands of the Queen.

His rule was fair and just, and through it, Gallia prospered. The first to introduce labor laws, to increase the safety of the roads and the first to set the basis for the invention of the national railway system, he is fairly renowned for the alterations brought to the social status by the elevation through military achievements over those of nobility of blood.

In later years, he was revealed to be the fabled Shadow of the Night, author of thousands of children tales and erotica."


Everyone in the classroom snorted at the same time. How did one go from being a writer of children tales to be a writer of erotica?

"Professor...why are we reading about a porn writer?" someone asked with a whiny tone, only to be on the receiving end of a blunt piece of chalk.

"You be quiet," the professor replied with a huff, "You are reading about one of the, if not the most important historical figure in the history of Gallia," Professor La Valliere placed a hand on her hip and clicked her tongue against her teeth. "Also, my great-great-great-great ancestor! So rest assured, he will be on the test."

The collective groans echoed in the classroom, but soon quieted down as the professor kept explaining.

"His death happened of old age, having survived his wife by mere months. The throne was inherited by Pierre Joseph, Emperor of Gallia and Albion, and while a good king, his reign has nothing worthy of mention-"

"We have one hundred pages on that king Henry," Louise mumbled, slamming her head against her locker after the lessons were over. They stood outside in the hallways of the Royal Gallian Institute, the public school of the Kingdom of Gallia. "One hundred pages! Why couldn't he be like King Joseph the mad? He only had ten!"

"That's not how it works," Henry replied by her side. "History is-"

"I felt the nerd-dom from over here!" Anne yelled as she came to a grinding halt against the lockers in-between Henry and Louise, her skateboard falling uselessly by her side.

"King Henry invented the Skateboard too," Henry pointed out helpfully. "And the lightbulb, and electricity, and-"

"Is there something he didn't invent?" Louise asked in disbelief.

"Techno music?" Anne suggested as she scrambled back on her feet.

No reply was given.

No reply was needed.

The End.

AN:

Now, let's get the crux of the matter out.

I had no idea on how to end the Noblesse Oblige once it hit the elves. This was mostly because the novels aren't yet done, and using the Big Bad Dragon waking up would have been meaningless.

Also, just as the muse arrived, the muse left. And when it left, it left me all dried up and feeling sad that it had gone away -must have been the fever.

Like, I could have drudged on a few more dozen chapters, perhaps even more, but I didn't want to do that.

I wanted the story to end, and so I ended it.

So I thought long and hard about how I wanted it to end, and decided that after a show of conflict with the elves, I could wrap it all up and conclude it. The story's done. Omakes can, of course, be written, and I'll threadmark them.

But...that's it.

The muse is gone.

Will it come back?


Gods only know.
Loved the story! Wish I'd gotten to read about the soldiers and elves pov during the invasion. Also! You can make a set of images in the style of early Greyjoy a la breve about his inventions with Colbert! Hopefully that will spark the muse for your next project. Thanks for at least giving us a good stopping point with a sense of closure even if the muse left. Too many great works of fanfic get left dead without even that much.
 
Thank you Shade, for writing an amazing and engaging story, over the past three months seeing updates for this fic has been something of a daily gift that lightened up the office grind. While I'm sad to see this end, I like to think there is more to look forward brewing in that shadowed angst filled pit of fluff and love you've got stewing in that head of yours.

Congratulations to a job well done!
 
Splendid work as always, Shade. I'll be waiting for your next project. If it turns out to be the FF7 story I'll squee.

Edit: As an aside, did anyone else expect it to be Henry that was teaching the class for some reason?
 
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