I know this is just from the Potato Sack ARG so it's probably in no way canon but the very thought of this is sending me
Quick explanation for those who don't know: the Potato Sack ARG was a celebration upon the release of Portal 2 (hence the potato) where a bunch of easter eggs were added to a bunch of different Steam games that you could then decode and put into a website to get an early release of Portal 2. Amnesia the Dark Descent got 2 major pieces of the ARG's puzzle added to it for the event (and also released the Justine expansion and Remember short story collection), and here is one of them.
This is Elise Zimmermann leaving a phonograph message to Daniel. Read the pure beauty that is her tirade to the man who murdered her before I start dissecting it to point out my favorite parts. (I should let everyone know now I don't know how to add a Keep Reading so I'm very sorry for the length)
I lost my mind reading this the first time, I don't know how to explain how excited this made me
Let's dive into it, shall we?
We start off with Elise laying down the law, as she of course should. Gotta make sure Daniel understands where he stands as a person (Unfortunately, this is being said to New Daniel who hasn't even gone to Storage yet, so he has no idea what she's talking about). But even still....
Not "you monster." Not "you murderer." Not "inhuman" or "evil" or any number of words that would perfectly fit to describe Daniel. No, it's just "you selfish old boy." This is probably my favorite part of the whole thing
Now THIS is important. Elise would be totally within her rights to want vengeance upon this man, to want to see him die or see horrible things happen to him. But instead, she offers him redemption. Instead of taking the easy gratification of watching him get killed the way she was or something, she wants Daniel to really pay for what he's done. She wants to see him go through the hard work of atoning for his actions, which is not an easy thing to do!! She wants to see him
a. Fully understand and accept responsibility for what he's done
b. Feel guilt for doing a terrible thing (but not such crushing guilt that he erases himself just to not feel it anymore, that's just selfishness all over again)
c. Put in the effort and the work to pay for this thing, to truly balance the scales of justice and do something that will make it right
d. And then come out of this actually having become a better person
Elise is the REALEST!! How many times do you see this in real life or in fiction?? Not many!! Usually swift revenge is what people want the most, but LOOK at how wise this kid is!! It's more satisfying for her, more punishing for him, and has the added benefit of actually improving a person so they won't do this kind of thing again!! I cannot describe how much I love Elise Zimmermann
Now we're into the ARG stuff (the first letter to the answers of each of these spelled out the clue you were supposed to put into the website) but I still got a lot of enjoyment out of this. To me, this reads as... well, I have to explain a little
What I got from this (and it was sort of an inkling of an idea I already had that was affirmed by this) is that Elise's ghost is following Daniel around the castle. I mean, the Shadow, Alexander, the Gatherers, none of them can make doors blow open, lights go out, and books fly off the shelves by themselves. Those are all distinctly ghostly things to have happen. Not to mention the way the flame bursts to life seemingly of its own accord over the spot where Elise died. That was the one that really got me thinking about it. Who would care so much about Daniel seeing and understanding what had happened there? Probably the girl who had been murdered.
But now getting back to Elise's phonograph message. To me, this reads as Elise, having followed Daniel around this castle, is also reading all the notes Daniel finds over his shoulder. Much like New Daniel, Elise can't make heads or tails of a lot of the information he's finding. So to me it sort of feels like Elise is saying, "From the bits and pieces of your life I've been able to put together I'm very confused, please explain it to me, I'm invested now." Daniel's life is sort of like a soap opera for her to watch (honestly Daniel's life is a soap opera for New Daniel to watch too)
(Can you imagine her reaction to the drama of Alexander locking Daniel out of the Inner Sanctum though, right after he'd killed Elise?? She'd be like, "OHHHH THE TEA IS HOT!!!" )
(Also I love how offended she is that Daniel laughed when she mentioned Gabriel. My brother and I actually joked about this while making Elise in Miitopia, I will add that at the very end if you're interested in seeing it) (She's also quite offended that Daniel knows Gabriel at all which I also love)
This is my other very favorite part in the whole thing. She's fed up with Daniel's low sanity shenanigans, come on man the girl just wants her answers
And then I can only imagine this next part goes something like
Elise: "Where did you leave your sister?"
New Daniel: "I have a sister???"
Elise, completely done with him: "Daniel, you are going mad!! Go home, call on her, ask her name, and let her bring you home to England."
I feel like Elise is just thinking that Daniel's a complete idiot, which he is. I also love that we go from Daniel needing to redeem himself to Daniel just needing to go home and take care of his sister to Daniel needing to be taken care of by his sister. Her faith in his abilities is steadily decreasing.
Elise: Daniel, just go home and take care of your sister, okay? Can you manage that much?
Daniel: Who...?
Elise:
Elise: Never mind, go home and let your sister take care of you
(I do love that Elise wants to see Daniel get to go home and just be happy with Hazel though)
This ending is just to let you know what the puzzle is, but there you have it!! Elise's message to Daniel which is almost definitely not canon but in tandem with Waiting for the Rain made Elise my favorite character in the game besides Daniel. I love the thought of a sassy, judgy ghost child following the man who murdered her around the castle, seeing him wipe his memory and stumble terrified and confused through this nightmare of his own creation, and just realizing,
"Oh no"
"He's stupid"
And as she realizes he has no memory, this means he actually has a better shot at redemption than his former self ever would have 'cause he might not be as incredibly selfish (it probably doesn't hurt that in some of Daniel's low sanity ramblings in-game he doesn't realize that Elise's voice that he keeps hearing is a flashback, he thinks he's hearing a real little girl right now and is trying to find her and save her from whoever's chasing her)
"Okay Daniel, I'll allow you to redeem yourself, but only if you're not stupid"
Speaking of Waiting for the Rain, I just want to say real quick that reading that story was an emotional gutpunch for me for several obvious reasons, but one less obvious one was how much Elise and Daniel struck me as being alike. Their childhoods, their personalities, their want to escape their constrictive lives....The whole time I was reading it I just kept thinking, "No Daniel no!!" because the parallels between them are so strong, I couldn't help thinking if they'd met each other in a different situation they would've been really good friends. You can probably see where I'm going with this lol. This is clearly far from the ideal situation, and Daniel doesn't know Elise is following him through the castle, but if he did, like in the Potato Sack ARG, I think that'd be a pretty great dynamic to see for them, strange and wrong as it is to say
So there is my take on Daniel and Elise for this all but nonexistent fandom nowadays to do as they please with. Disaster ghost child realizes her murderer is functionally a new person and an idiot so decides to help him as best she can (while also still constantly insulting and scaring him at every opportunity).
Bonus: If anyone is interested in hearing Elise's voice actress deliver this I did eventually manage to find a video of it!!
Bonus bonus (just our dumb joke while trying to pick Elise's eyes):
When the guy chasing you laughs when you mention Gabriel
I watched Iron Lung again tonight in the comfort of my home and my dog must've been watching with me cause as soon as bad things started happening to Simon she started crying. In the scene where he ultimately dies she could not stop crying at me. I am now watching him play the Henry Stickman collection so she can see that A.) He's not dead and B.) He's not in distress. Occasionally he'll whine or hum in discontent about something and my dog will look at me and whine to try and get me to fix whatever is distressing Markiplier.
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Chapter 7 t/w: graphic depictions of combat violence
Chapter 7: Land of Sorrow (Section 1)
It was a dark and stormy night.
Rain poured from the skies with no sign of slowing down or stopping, making Archanea Palace look as if it were a hazy mirage. And if it were not for the occasional flash of lightning, it would seem as if the palace really had become a mirage, and melted into the darkness.
Julian was slowly walking across one of the skybridges connecting two of the palace buildings together, scanning left and right in search of something. Cracks ran through the entire skybridge. Broken arrowheads and hunks of plaster were scattered everywhere. Bloodstains and scratchmarks from weapons marred each surface. Nearly every glass window was shattered. The tapestries once covering the walls were in tatters. The walls were in such disrepair that it was no surprise wind was blowing inside from all angles.
A week had passed since the Archanea Liberation Army’s most recent battle. Because they were putting all of their efforts into repairing the outer walls, the inner walls had yet to even be touched.
“Damn, this place is in such rough shape I wouldn’t be surprised to find a dead soldier still lying around here…”
Julian only had the light of the lantern in his hands and the candlesticks on the walls to guide him as he pressed onward. Though he was an infamous thief, he’d unsurprisingly never been inside a place like this before, nor had he witnessed such intense darkness and rain, for that matter. It would all make even the strongest men in the world feel a chill run down their spine. So when he saw someone appear from behind a dent in the wall, he panicked so hard that he leapt straight into the air.
“Uwaaaaaaaaah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhh!” He immediately clung to the closest pillar. It was an act so embarrassing no one would ever want anyone to see them like that.
But the person who surprised him stared straight at him as he stayed glued to the pillar and said, “Huh? Is that you, Julian?!”
“Huh? Oh, hey, what’s up…? You’re one of the messengers from Macedon…”
“Yup! The name’s Est!”
“O-Oh yeah, that’s right. That’s right. Ah ha ha… ha…” He frantically made an attempt to look calm and composed, but it was already too late to pull himself away from the pillar.
The moment Est realized what a compromised position he was in, she tried as hard as she could to stifle her giggling.
“You’re being rude, Est! Don’t laugh so hard!”
“Palla’s right. No matter how funny it was…”
Palla and Catria appeared from the darkness surrounding Est.
“B-But… Pfft! He just looks so funny!”
Est’s reaction made Julian sulk, crossing his arms with a sour expression on his face.
Palla pushed Est out of the way and tried to pretend she wasn’t amused as well as she said, “Wh-What are you doing here in the middle of the night? We’re on guard duty in the south wing tonight.”
“Th-That’s right… Um, ya see, Princess Nyna said she wants to have an emergency strategy meeting with Prince Marth, and asked me to go get him!”
“...With Prince Marth, hmm? Catria, have you seen him?” Palla asked.
“No, I haven’t…”
“Pffft! I-I saw him! I saw him!” Est raised her hand, still unable to get her giggling under control.
“Really?” Julian asked.
“Yup! Looked like he was headed to the north garden, where Navarre is on guard duty! …Ah ha, ah ha ha ha! Ah ha ha ha!” Unable to hold back any longer, Est burst out laughing as hard as she could.
“Jeez, are we sure you’re a pegasus knight like Princess Caeda was? You’re the exact opposite of her!”
Julian just wanted to crack a sarcastic joke, but the moment he said it, and the moment the sisters heard it, they all shut their mouths tight. Even Est stopped laughing.
The awkward silence lingered as a distant clap of thunder rumbled.
“I’m sorry…” Est mumbled, sounding nothing like she did before. She looked like she was going to cry at any second.
Julian scratched his head and responded in a voice that got quieter with every word, “I-I didn’t really mean it like that…”
“Y-You didn’t say anything wrong. If we’d just made it here a little sooner, Prince Marth and Merric wouldn’t be hurt. And Princess Caeda would still be…”
“W-We don’t know that! We don’t know that at all! S-So he’s on the north balcony? Sorry to bother you. I’ll go check there!”
The image of Palla staring down at her feet was in the corner of Julian’s eye as he turned on his heels, completely flustered.
A second clap of thunder rumbled from somewhere far away.
-I-
Marth and Navarre were in a standoff in the garden. The heavy rain made their surroundings appear hazy.
Just a few years prior, this north garden was the setting for lavish dinner parties every single month on the night of the full moon, where the palace orchestra would play their grand symphonies. Now, it was nothing more than a massive, vacant plot of land covered in rubble. The bronze statues depicting heroes of legend had their arms and legs ripped off, and though a goddess statue holding a water vase once poured fresh, clean water into the fountain, it had dried up long ago.
The section of the castle wall that once separated the garden from the outside world was crumbling to pieces. The hole in it revealed a steep cliff, and beyond that the blackness of the seas, so dark that it looked like an entrance to the underworld had opened up.
The palace was the setting of Dolhr’s invasion three years ago, and the Archanea Liberation Army’s reclamation one week ago. After those two battles, it’d lost all of its former glory.
“So you’re really thinking about going…?” Navarre asked.
Marth spoke not a word. He responded only with a single nod.
“You are. I knew it. But not for our continent. For Princess Elice, who is alive and in Emperor Medeus’ clutches. As she is the princess of Altea, that makes her your sister. And for the resurrection staff, Aum, so you can bring her back. Am I wrong?”
Suddenly, a blinding light illuminated them both. It was followed shortly by a roar of thunder.
“You’re going to try to resurrect Caeda with that holy power. You will cast aside your noble duty to liberate the continent and retake your motherland, and defeat Medeus solely to resurrect the person you love. Am I wrong, Prince Marth?”
Navarre’s words were as sharp as the tip of a blade, and a deadlier blow than any of the lethal techniques he used to cut down entire groups of enemies at once. A light flashed again, followed by a rumble of thunder. The time between the two was shorter than before, signaling that the lightning was creeping ever closer.
“...No, you’re right.” Marth was still looking down at the ground when he finally started to speak. “Since the day we embarked from Talys, I have fought as hard as I can to liberate my home. I am still just as dedicated as ever to that goal. But what I want more than that right now is to save Caeda.” The pouring rain ran down his blue armor like a waterfall, turning back into droplets before trickling down to the withered grass below. “We still do not know where Falchion is, the one blade that can slay Medeus. It would mean marching straight into enemy territory before we find it. Our chances of winning would be near nonexistent. Still, I want to go. I cannot be convinced otherwise.”
“But do you really think I’ll agree to that? And not just me. Everyone has fought alongside you dreaming of the liberation you speak of. Think about Jagen and all the other allies we’ve lost. You both are and are not still that person. Is the red emblem shining against your chest just there to look pretty? Surely it’s not. It is the Fire Emblem. It carries the hopes of countless warriors and proves that you are the hero who will save our world. Think about the weight of all that. You are a descendent of Anri and the crown prince of Altea.”
Hearing Navarre’s words made Marth collapse. His arms lost all their strength and fell limply to his sides, and he did not glance up even once as his knees hit the ground. “I know. But I can’t, no matter how hard I try. All I can do is go. That is the one thought stuck in my head, and I cannot get it out. As for the Fire Emblem?” Marth grasped the glittering red emblem at his chest as he formed his next words, “I no longer have any reason to possess it, and I am no longer worthy of it.”
The rain continued to envelop them both. Marth’s shoulders were shaking. It was hard to tell if it was because he was crying or not.
“Stand up, Marth.”
“Huh?”
“What if I told you I was going to kill you for turning into such a coward?” Navarre unsheathed his sword from his waist in one smooth movement. It had sliced more foes to pieces than he could count at this point, and now glowed with an eerie light.
Marth could only stare at the man blocking his path in utter shock.
“Answer me!”
Navarre’s tone communicated clearly that he was in no mood for debate. An overwhelming bloodlust filled his eyes as he stared straight into Marth’s soul. Marth’s instincts, honed to perfection over his many battles, forced him to leap to his feet in an instant. Navarre was serious. He was really trying to kill him. He didn’t need Navarre to repeat himself. The intimidating aura and the bloodlust radiating from the tip of the Sword Emperor’s blade said more than words ever could. Marth hesitated for a brief moment, but hardened his will immediately after and put a hand on his rapier at his belt. His first thought was that if he was killed before they even left to find Medeus, then so be it. He had betrayed everyone’s hopes, and deserved to die here at the end of Navarre’s blade. But he rejected that thought as quickly as it came to him.
‘What good would come of me giving up right here, right now? Is my resolve truly that pathetic?! I want to bring Caeda back so badly that I have turned my back on the deaths of my allies, and abandoned my noble duty. What would it mean if I abandoned this so easily, too?! Would it do anything more than prove that my decision is one I made in a moment of weakness? The deaths of my allies… the reclamation of my home… and the liberation of Archanea… I’ve traded away all of that for this wish… How could I give up on it so easily?!’ Marth braced himself and stared straight ahead.
Navarre lowered the tip of his sword slightly and looked at Marth with eyes that mixed bloodlust, a thirst to fight, rage, and loneliness into one incomprehensible expression.
Opposite him, Marth raised his rapier to the space between Navarre’s eyes, the mid-level stance that was the foundation of all his skills in the blade, and waited patiently for his opponent to make a move. There was no advantage in being the first to strike. He was as immovable as a boulder, spoke not a word, and kept his gaze directly on Navarre.
At first, it might seem as if the back of their minds were racing, trying to read what their opponent’s first strike would be.
But that was not the case. Only nothingness could exist between them. They both knew that the first strike would be the last. This was a fight between two of the top ten swordfighters across all of the massive continent of Archanea. Reading too hard into the other’s moves would simply prove that they were distrusting and suspicious of each other. The moment their opponent lunged at them, they would swing their sword as instinct told them to. That was the only strategy they could utilize against each other. And that was why neither of them was able to move.
A light flashed, followed almost immediately by a rumble of thunder. The lightning was nearly over their heads now.
At that moment, Navarre’s body was drained of all his bloodlust. His murderous expression changed completely, softening into a calm smile. Then, he slowly returned his sword to its sheath. “That’s enough, Marth.”
Navarre said to him, but that still didn’t help Marth figure out what Navarre was getting at one bit. All he could do was limply lower his sword as if the tight strings holding him up had been cut and ask, “What were you trying to do, Navarre?”
“I apologize. There were two things I wanted to confirm.”
“Two things?”
“The first is whether or not you could fight Emperor Medeus… No, Shadow Dragon Medeus without the Falchion. I wanted to be certain you are strong enough to do it.”
Marth finally relaxed, returning his rapier to its sheath as he asked, “So how did I do?”
“You passed. If we had crossed blades just now as we both fully intended to, I doubt either of us would have come out unscathed. You have grown much in just the span of one year.”
“And what was the other thing?”
“Your resolve to defeat Medeus for the one you love. It is as good a reason as any to challenge him. But if it is a reason born from a momentary burst of rage, then victory will not come easily. You will need an indomitable will to have a chance at claiming it. Now that I know just how strong your resolve is, it is more than enough.”
“...Navarre?”
“Do not misunderstand me. Though I may admire your resolve, my reasons for doing this are not that soft. I simply wish to be a calm and collected observer of the truth. Ultimately, however Medeus is defeated, Dolhr’s collapse is sure to soon follow. And we will fulfil our original goal.” Navarre looked up into the sky. The rain was falling as hard as it had been all night, yet he paid no mind to the raindrops pelting his face, staring straight at them with a content expression on his face. “After all, Marth. Though the soldiers may say they are fighting for their countries and for Archanea, on the battlefield, all they can picture in their minds are the faces of their children and the women they love.”
“...You may be right.”
“I cannot say that for certain, though. What I do know is that countries do not truly exist. “Even if the castle burns down, the people still live.” I can’t remember where, but I’ve heard someone say that to me before.”
Navarre may have forgotten, but Marth hadn’t. Those were the words he’d once shouted to Caeda himself, then Caeda said them to Navarre the moment he tried to end his own life.
“Marth, I don’t know much about what kind of person your father was. But do you really think Altea was the only thing on his mind when he unsheathed Falchion and charged into Dolhr’s lines? I do not. I think it was you and your sister.” Navarre slowly looked back down at Marth. He was the undefeated Sword Emperor. The swordmaster who killed his foes with one strike. Yet the carefree smile on his face betrayed that entire reputation. “I can’t think of any better way to put it than this - I trust a man who dies fighting for the woman in front of him more than I do a man who dies bound by something that cannot be seen, like his country. And do not forget, Marth. Both Jagen and Caeda lost their lives protecting you. They did not die for Archanea alone.”
Marth felt as if the pouring rain had washed away a massive weight clinging to his chest. Until this moment, he’d been fighting blindly to retake Altea. But looking back on everything now, hadn’t he really been fighting to avenge his father and his sister? Hadn’t he simply been projecting those emotions onto the idea of retaking his homeland?
“You must survive not for our nation, but for the people.” The final words Elice said to him were as fresh in his mind as if he had heard them yesterday.
‘You must survive not for our nation, but for the people…’
‘Countries are not what come first, but the people. Countries are only founded because the people first gather and live within the same land.’
“I understand now, Navarre.” Marth looked back at Navarre and said as Julian’s voice rang out from the edge of the balcony.
Julian was shouting so loud to make sure he could be heard over the rain and thunder that he almost sounded angry. “Lord Marth! What are you doing out in the rain?! Princess Nyna’s asking for you! She said she wants to talk to you, and hold an emergency strategy meeting!”
“Princess Nyna said that?” Marth asked with a puzzled expression on his face.
Navarre put a hand on his shoulder. “Perfect timing. You can talk to her about everything. Tell her how your feelings have changed. Even if it doesn’t go well, just trust in yourself.”
“Thank you, Navarre.” Was all Marth said before he started jogging away, and disappeared into the palace.
“Don’t be like me, Marth. Don’t have any regrets.” Navarre said quietly to himself, and no one else.
Yet another bolt of lightning flashed, followed not even a second later by a rumble of thunder. The direction of the wind changed. Something disturbed the air ever so slightly that it could not be felt on just one’s skin alone. Navarre slowly turned around.
On the other side of the massive garden was a row of withered trees and overgrown weeds. And beyond that was the castle wall, currently hidden behind the rain and darkness. Navarre sensed the living being standing next to it, with an aura more ferocious than any wild beast’s, and craftier than almost any human’s.
‘No… I’m certain this aura is human.’ But he was second guessing himself, so he chose to simply ask whether or not his suspicion was true.
“You’re no mere survivor of Dolhr’s defense army, are you?” For the first time in his life, Navarre experienced the ominous feeling that he didn’t know whether he would win or lose.
“Listen carefully. I am here for Prince Marth, and Prince Marth alone. I am not interested in anyone else. I simply wish to fulfill the duty Medeus bestowed upon me.” A soldier clad in jet black armor whispered from within the darkness.
His facial features were so perfectly chiseled that he was as bewitching as any beautiful woman, and his long golden hair that reached his shoulders glittered more brilliantly than platinum. In the darkness behind him were three more soldiers, all clad in the same full-body jet black armor, hiding in his shadow. They wore full helmets with the visors lowered, so their faces could not be seen.
These four soldiers in black had eliminated any sign of their presence, and used the darkness hanging over the palace’s castle wall to survey their surroundings.
“The enemy has just one guard in the middle of the front garden? Very well. We will take the shortest route possible, and charge straight into the palace.” The golden haired man whispered in a voice devoid of emotion.
It was drowned out by the pouring rain and thunder, so it traveled only a short distance, yet all three of the soldiers behind him gave a small nod in unison, as they read his lips.
“We move with the next bolt of lightning.”
The men waited patiently for that moment as the rain pelted their armor.
While they waited, the golden haired man continued to survey their surroundings, letting nothing go unseen. The man standing in the middle of the garden that opened up in front of them was turning their way. The timing couldn’t be better. He decided that when the next bolt of lightning fell, his three soldiers would kill that man, then he would take them with him to chase down Prince Marth, rushing inside the building to slice him in half. Such a tactic was easy for him to execute now. He’d sent several enemy generals to their graves with similar strategies - invade the enemy castle with no more than a handful of his soldiers, and strike the center of their operations. If they had the speed of a demon, the ferocity of a magical beast, and the cunning of a wicked spirit, then even tens of thousands of guard soldiers would be little more than decoration. And to make things even easier for them, this was the second time they would infiltrate Archanea Palace. Since they knew the place, he saw no possible outcome in which they would fail. With that absolute confidence in his heart, the golden haired man waited silently for the perfect moment to come.
Finally, a light flashed that pierced the heavens and the earth. Without warning, the three soldiers leapt out from the darkness without a sound. By the time the rumble of thunder that followed it echoed through the area, they had already reached the middle of the garden.
However…
‘...He vanished?!’ The guard soldier standing still until just a second ago had vanished. He must have hidden himself the moment the lightning flashed. It was the only explanation the golden haired man could think of, but he still couldn’t believe it. How could anyone move faster than his soldiers, known for their godlike speed? Yet sure enough, all his soldiers could do was recoil as they realized they’d lost sight of their target.
Another blinding light flashed. It was not a bolt of lightning, but a split-second swing of a sword. First once, then twice. Each light formed a semicircle in the shape of a crescent moon. And a mere moment later, two black helmets cracked open. Both soldiers wearing them hit the ground dead together.
The one remaining soldier put up a brave counterattack, but his foe was a series of flashing lights that his eyes couldn’t follow. He blindly swung his own sword, but all he did was graze the air in vain.
“Guh!” As his death cry escaped his throat, the final soldier fell to his death.
When each of the three soldiers took in their last breaths, they likely never even got a good look at their killer’s face. But the golden haired man was different. He was able to follow their enemy’s every movement and each minute detail of his swordplay. It made him want to cross blades with this person himself.
“Amazing work. I recognize those flashes of light as the technique of the Sword Emperor.”
Navarre had melted into the darkness and rain, but he now chose to show himself. His sword was not drawn, but his hand was still on its hilt as he stared unblinkingly at the golden haired man. The deep black color of his armor and the crest carved into its breastplate was all Navarre needed to see. There could be no other man who would be able to follow his movements in this darkness and rain.
“I am General Camus of Grust’s Sable Knights. I have come to take Prince Marth Noah Altea’s life.”
‘I knew it.’ Navarre muttered to himself.
Not only was the golden haired man a member of Grust’s Sable Knights, a unit of elites among elites, he was their leader, the Wise General Camus. He served as Emperor Medeus’ most capable right-hand man alongside Dark Pontifex Gharnef. And now, he was standing before Navarre, blocking the Sword Emperor’s path.
“My name is Navarre. People call me the Sword Emperor.”
“I wish to pass through here.”
“If you are truly a soldier as well, then you will carve out your own path through here with your sword.”
“...I thought that might be your answer. Then in the name of my homeland, I shall carve out my own path, even if it must be by force.” Camus unsheathed his sword from his waist with painfully slow movements.
The moment it emerged from its sheath, Navarre’s face twisted in utter shock. “That blade… Can it be…?!”
“It is indeed none other!” Camus raised it towards the heavens.
It was a thin sword that at first glance, appeared to be an ordinary rapier. But its blade emitted a wondrous beam of light even in the darkness, and a haze like that of a foggy day rose from its sharp, pointed tip.
“How did the legendary Falchion fall into your hands?!”
Falchion. Navarre muttered its name through a gasp. It was the holy, legendary blade of the great hero Anri that sealed away Shadow Dragon Medeus. After that it was passed down through Altea’s royal family until King Cornelius’ death, when it went missing. Until this very moment, that is, when it shined its bright light before Navarre’s eyes.
In relation to that post I just reblogged, it's actually so strange to me that "kissing" gets the romantic label rather than the sexual label
Like what do you mean sex-repulsed ace people like kissing?? It makes no sense to me personally because everything about it seems so sexual to me and that's WHY it grosses me out so much
I mean aside from the obvious why would you ever want another person's saliva inside your mouth or vice versa
I just feel so constantly alienated even from the aroace community because there is no allo or spectrum in me whatsoever, it is 100% aro and 100% ace and 100% repulsed and I feel like nobody else in the world is like that and I'm still all alone and misunderstood
