Logos Breaking Mythos

by KimpatsuNoHoseki

Summary:

***SPOILERS FOR END GAME***

Clive and his Eikons never expected to wake up. Not after the battle at Origin and turning to stone like all Bearers and Dominants do. What happens if through twists of fate, Clive becomes Logos sooner?

Notes:

• For Wufei_W.

Thank you Wufei_W for brainstorming a lot of this with me!

Chapter 1: The End

(In Year of the Realm 878)

When all was said and done he was surprised to find himself regaining consciousness. He thought for sure he had died with that last spell. If not from the spell then from the destruction and fall. But here he was. Thoughts flitting about and body aching.

He could feel hard sand below him and water lapping at his feet and lower legs. He must have washed up on shore somewhere. His leathers were certainly wet enough enough for that to be the case. It didn’t feel like he was laying on his sword or tangled with his dagger. The water or the fall must have taken them.

He blinked open his eyes as he drew in another painful breath. He was greeted by the welcome sight of a cloudless sky, stars twinkling down on him. Without moving his head he shifted his eyes to alight upon Metia and the moon. Despite the pain he felt at peace. They did it. Ultima was destroyed. Origin was demolished like the other Mothercrystals. The sky was returned and Valisthea was saved.

He didn’t think he’d live long enough to see it.

Briefly his mind flickered to Joshua and Dion. He knew Joshua, his brother, was dead, but since he didn’t see Prince Dion at the end he could only hope the Dominant had survived. Sanbreque will need the Prince if it was to recover. Too many people of high political standing had been killed during this war with Ultima, every kingdom was going to be in uproar. If Prince Dion survived, then at least his Uncle Bryon and the TriUnity Accord would have better luck in succeeding.

His mind next landed on those left behind at the Hideout. He had appreciated Martha, the Dame, Quinten, and L’ubor coming to see them off. Friends from afar who also had hope that the three would succeed. They would all return to their communities to spread the word of what happened. Gav, with the support of Otto, Mid, Charon, Viviane, Blackburn, Harpocrates, and Tarja, would become the new leader. Jill… his dear Jill, family not by blood but through hardship, battle, and being a ward of Rosaria, Jill would likely stay with the Hideout for a while. Torgal would take care of her.

Was she looking at Metia like he was? It had always been their habit. Promising to Metia to get through the next battle together. Wishing on Metia for the other’s safety and happiness. Even when he was trapped with the Imperial Army he had looked to Metia and prayed.

Now he looked up at Metia and reached out to make a final prayer. It took a lot to move his left arm up. His right didn’t obey his command at all. Once his arm came into view he understood the probable cause. Aether trickled from his hand, out into the air, and he could see his fingertips turning to stone. The curse had finally appeared.

It was spreading quickly, much faster than he had seen on others, but it made sense. Channeling all of the Eikons and that much magic in such a short amount of time likely increased the spread of it within him. He could feel the last remnants of the Eikons within him, fading away like his access to aether. The last of the spell dissipating.

He dropped his hand back to the sand and closed his eyes to make his final wish to Metia as his body increasingly turned to stone.

Metia, let Valisthea and her inhabitants heal and may the Blight and Aether floods be reversed from the land. May future generations learn to live without magic and if Eikons return - let their future Dominants work for the benefit of all, not the machinations of a god.

The world was saved and like Cid had wished - the final Dominants got to choose how they died. Dying for the betterment of Valisthea. He had no regrets.

His consciousness faded and he smiled.

Chapter 2: The Beginning

Notes:

Don't know if I'll be able to update daily, but I hope you enjoy this one. :)

(In Year of the Realm 850)

Clive continued to button his white linen shirt behind the folding screen as the maid, Amelia, made his bed and let him know his schedule for the day. Amelia had been assigned to see to his needs for as long as he could remember. He often saw more of her during the day than his mother, Anabella, or even his father, the Archduke.

“You start your tutoring lessons today as well, young master, don’t forget. You are to meet them in the library after you finish breakfast.”

“Yes, Amelia. I remember. Has mother had the baby yet?” Clive asked, poking his head around the screen to look at her.

“I have not been informed if she has, Young Master.”

“Oh. Is Uncle Byron here yet?”

“He has not arrived overnight.”

“I hope he has new stories to tell. Do you think mother’s going to give me a little brother or sister?”

“Do you have a preference?” Amelia said with a small laugh.

“Well… I can train a brother on how to fight. Like how Lord Murdoch is going to train me someday.” Clive finished putting on his blue trousers, making sure to get both buttons done correctly, and then sat on the floor to pull on his leather boots. His mother would have a fit if she saw him on the floor like this, but he found it so much easier to put his boots on when he was sitting like this.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes! Do you think father will still be eating?” Clive scrambled up from the floor and brushed himself off, checking everything was as it should be.

“I did get you up early today on your request. He should still be in the hall unless business called him away.” Clive sent Amelia a smile as he came around his screen.

“Thanks, Amelia!” He called out as he hurried out of his room.

He didn’t wait to listen for any reply. Without breaking into a run, something his mother always yelled at him for doing, he hurried down the hall towards the stairs that would take him to the dining area. Hopefully his father would still be there. He had been so busy recently and Clive barely got to see him, he was always being told by his mother and the maids to not interrupt his father when he was working.

Clive nodded a greeting to every soldier guarding the castle he passed on his way. They each bowed their heads and brought their fists before their chests in the typical Rosaria shield salute.

Turns out his father was indeed still seated when Clive got to the table. He arrived to see Lord Rodney Murdoch, the Lord Commander of Rosaria’s army, standing at his father’s shoulder as his father read a missive.

“Father!” Clive’s face broke out into a smile. “Good morning. Good morning, Lord Murdoch.”

“Good morning, Clive.” Archduke Elwin Rosfield looked up from the missive. “Rodney, before I consider replying to this I want an accounting of our troops and locations. I need to know how likely this will actually occur.”

“My lord.” Lord Murdoch nodded, taking the missive back from Elwin. “I have everything in the barracks. I’ll gather it and meet you in your study. Enjoy your breakfast, Clive.”

“Can I come to the training yard after my lessons?” Clive asked before Lord Murdoch could leave the room.

“That’s up to your father and tutor, but something tells me you’ll have a busy day.” Lord Murdoch sent a look at Elwin and stepped from the room, closing the door behind him.

“What did he mean?” Clive looked to his father.

“It means, your lessons take priority, Clive. Your new tutor will be helping you with your reading and writing. You can run around learning how to hold a sword properly in a few years.” Elwin chuckled at Clive. It was no secret around the castle that Clive was fascinated by the soldiers and often ran about outside waving a stick about as he tried to copy the squires in the training yards. “Besides, don’t you want to stay nearby? Anabella will be giving birth to your new sibling any day now.”

“Mother doesn’t seem happy with me.” Clive frowned and looked down. “Tells me to stay away when I get near. Did I do something wrong, father?”

Elwin sighed and looked at his son. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong, Clive. Your mother was just hoping for something that didn’t manifest upon my father’s death.”

“Grandfather?” Clive barely remembered his grandfather, the prior Aruchduke of Rosaria and the Phoenix Dominant. He had died the year before, finally taken by the curse all Bearers and Dominants bore.

“Yes. Anabella had greatly hoped that upon my father’s passing you would gain the Phoenix, but there have been no signs of the Eikon passing to you.”

“But why is that a bad thing? Why isn’t she happy that I won’t turn to stone?” Clive asked. Turning to stone didn’t seem like much fun to him. He’d rather live forever like his father, not worry about magic.

“Don’t worry about it, my boy, Rosaria will be protected by the Phoenix again soon and everything will go back to normal. I’m sure of it. Now, eat your breakfast and don’t be late for your tutor.”

“Yes, father,” Clive smiled as Elwin pressed a kiss to the top of his black hair before leaving the room. He hoped mother gave birth soon. He really wanted another child to play with and join him in his lessons. It was no fun just by himself.

oOo

“Come, Master Clive, just in here. Keep quiet now, your father gave his permission but not your mother.” Amelia whispered to him as she and three other maids led him into a room across from his parents’ room. Amelia had picked him up from his lessons before he could run outside and told him that his father had directed her to bring Clive to this room. He hoped this meant his new sibling was here. The maids had been working hard to get this room ready for the new baby afterall. “Just in here now.”

Clive walked through the door and saw a wooden box near the closed window. It kind of looked like a bed without sheets on it and he could guess that this was the ‘crib’ that was made by the town’s woodworker for the baby. He crept closer and heard a coo come from inside. He paused in shock but Amelia pressed him closer with a smile.

Once he was close he could see over the side. Nestled in white blankets with an orange one over top was a pale baby with blue eyes. Amelia pressed his back again and he moved close enough to hold the sides of the crib and looked down at the baby who was looking around.

“This is Master Joshua,” Amelia whispered, “your baby brother.”

“Joshua…” Clive whispered as he reached into the crib to lightly touch his brother’s hand peeking out from the blankets. He smiled as Joshua’s little fingers curled around his pinkie and he started to smile. Clive was surprised at the warmth he felt bloom in his chest. “I’ll be the best brother.” He promised in a whisper. “You’ll always smile with me.”

As Clive went to reclaim his hand he staggered back. Pain erupted in his chest. He doubled over, one hand clenching against the wooden crib and clenched his mouth shut. If he yelled out now not only would he be the cause of scaring his brother but it would alert his mother that he was there.

“Master Clive,” Amelia’s arms wrapped around him, helping him stand. “Quick call the healer to his room and alert the Archduke! Come on, Master Clive, can you walk?”

“No…” he grit out, breath starting to escape in gasps as the pain spread through his body. “It hurts, Amelia. Metia, make it stop.”

Amelia scooped him up and hurried from the room. Clive whimpered as the pain increased and tears started falling down his face. As the pain started to burn he screamed out, no longer able to withstand it. It felt like a fire was burning in his chest and just before he passed out his mind was flooded with scenes and images he didn’t understand.

Notes:

As you can see canon is continuing straight and we have now taken a small left turn instead. :)

Chapter 3: Awakening

(In Year of the Realm 850)

Clive felt very groggy as he slowly woke up, thankful that he didn’t feel like he was burning up any more. He turned his head on the pillow and blinked awake.

“You’re finally awake. Thank the Founder, you’re finally awake.”

“Father?” Clive tried to make sense of what was happening. It felt like ideas and images were clashing in his mind.

“You’ve been out for a week, Clive. Scared all of us fiercely. We didn’t know if you’d wake or what happened.”

“Is Joshua…?”

“Your baby brother is fine. So are Amelia and the other maids that took you to see him.”

“You died…” Clive whispered as tears gathered in his eyes. “Mother, she led Sanbreque…”

“Clive, what are you talking about? I haven’t died. Nowhere close to dying recently. I haven’t been to the frontlines in months, not since your mother announced her pregnancy.”

“Mother had you killed. She…” He started to feel like he couldn’t breathe, he could barely feel his father’s hand take his. Images flashed across his mind too fast for him to follow. “Joshua’s the Phoenix, I thought I killed him, but I didn’t. I’d never!”

“Clive? Calm down, son. You aren’t making any sense.”

“Mother planned it all. Father, how are you here? Am I dead? But I can feel Ifrit and Phoenix and Ramuh and…”

“Clive!” Clive startled at his father’s shout and his rambling cut off. His breath paused in his chest. He realized he was clutching his father’s hand tightly as tears streamed down his face.

“I don’t want you to die. Not again…”

“Clive, you must have had a nightmare, son. We’ll get the healers in here now that you’re awake and we can start figuring out what happened.”

“Where’s Jill? Or Tarja?” Clive asked as he glanced around the room. Part of him felt startled at recognizing his room in the castle and part of him didn’t. It was a strange sensation and only added to his confusion.

“Who’re Jill and Tarja?”

“Father? Jill’s your Ward.” Clive looked at his father in confusion. “You took her in when the Northern Territories agreed to peace.”

“Clive, we just started war with the North. They’re losing land to the Blight and trying to change our border lines.”

“What?”

Elwin raised his free hand and felt Clive’s forehead. “Your fever is gone, but I worry about what you're saying…”

“It doesn’t make sense…”

“Rest, Clive, the healer will see to you.”

oOo

Clive was happy when he was finally allowed to leave his bed again. He didn’t really get what the big deal was and why he had to stay in bed so long. The pain had disappeared after he woke up that first time and the weird images flashing in his mind had stopped by the time the healer had arrived and looked him over. But his father had insisted and even had his new tutor give him his lessons in his room while he was on bed rest.

Mother never came to visit.

Clive heard from Amelia that she had ordered that Clive wasn’t to be near Joshua. His father quickly shut that down after he learned that Clive hadn’t seen his brother since he woke up. The Archduke had simply brought Joshua into Clive’s room one afternoon, ignoring the maids who trailed behind him in concern. Clive was happy to see that Joshua didn’t seem hurt by whatever had happened to him. His baby brother had happily latched on to his finger again when Clive held his hand out to him.

He couldn’t keep thinking of Joshua, however, today he was on a mission. A mission to avoid his tutor and make it to the sparring pit to watch the squires and soldiers at their training. If he was going to be the best big brother ever he had to learn how to protect his brother, not reading and writing.

Maybe he’d even visit the stables and see if the chocobos had laid any eggs recently. Maybe he could convince his father to give him an egg to raise himself. A present for being healthy again! He’d love to have his own chocobo. He could just imagine her now. Strong, white, and loyal. Ambrosia would be the best chocobo in all of Valisthea.

Clive paused and frowned. He wasn’t sure where that idea came from, but something inside told him it was important. Shaking his head, sure that the idea of a white chocobo named Ambrosia came from some play Uncle Byron had told him, he continued on his way. If he didn’t get outside now he’d likely be caught by someone who would take him to his tutor.

Today was not a day for lessons. No, today was a day for adventure!

oOo

(In Year of the Realm 851)

“Uncle Byron?” Clive asked as he lay on the rug in his Uncle’s study. Byron was seated at his desk behind him working. Clive was laying before the fire, feet kicked up behind him. When Elwin left on a survey of their troops in the Northern Territories he had left Clive with Byron. Joshua was at home with Anabella and his nannies, too young to travel far still at just over a year old.

“Yes, my boy?” Clive looked over as his uncle’s quill paused, the sound of it scratching over parchment falling silent.

“Do you think father will bring home Trogal this time or next trip?”

“Torgal?”

“Yeah.”

“Who is Torgal?”

“My loyal wolf!” Clive cheered, feet kicking in the air in his excitement. “He’s the best. Super loyal, strong, and ages really slowly.”

“You want a northern wolf as a pet?” Byron chuckled. “You aren’t happy with your chocobo anymore?”

Clive had been told just before Elwin and Lord Murdoch left that the egg currently in the stables would be his once it hatched. He couldn’t wait for it to hatch but knew it would still take a few months.

“Ambrosia’s going to be the best chocobo ever! And Torgal the best hound. We’ll go on adventures together. Like Sir Crandall of Camelot and his steed and hound! From your play, Uncle.” Clive turned enough to look over his shoulder at Byron. “Joshua will love Torgal just as much when he’s older. You’ll see.”

“Well…” Byron chuckled again at Clive’s earnest face. “If your father doesn’t come back with your Torgal, we can simply get you one from the markets.”

“That won’t do, Uncle.” Clive shook his head, “Torgal’s a wolf from the north. A market hound isn’t the same at all.”

“Well, speaking of ‘not the same at all’ have you finished your writing practice for your tutor?”

“Yes, Uncle. He says I’m better than expected with my writing but my maths aren’t the best.”

“Not everyone is good with numbers. Elwin wasn’t the best at them either when we were growing up. However, keep at them. Can’t have a Marquess who can’t understand battle or economic reports.”

“Those sound boring. I’ll just have you and Lord Murdoch tell me what I need to know.” Clive huffed. “Maths suck.”

Two weeks later Clive was riding in front of his uncle on his uncle’s chocobo from Byron’s manor in Port Isolde back to Rosalith. A stolas came in the night before announcing his father and Lord Murdoch were two days’ ride from Rosalith. Clive could barely stay still in his excitement as the chocobo ran along the path, three soldiers on their own chocobos ran near them as escort.

It may have been faster to go over the straight on a ship then ride a chocobo the last bit, but the southwest side of Rosalith was steep mountains and no one wanted to risk taking a six year old that way. So they were traveling up past the Auldhyl Docks, north through Sorrowise, and would spend the night in a small hamlet called Martha’s Rest. Clive knew that wasn’t what the village was currently called, Byron had called it something different, but for some reason he couldn’t get the other name to stick in his mind. Then tomorrow they’d continue through Eastpool where Lady Hanna, Lord Murdoch’s wife, would join them in riding north into Rosalith. They should arrive in enough time for Clive and Byron to change before Elwin and the others arrived.

“Do you think he remembered to bring Torgal with him?”

“Still on that, lad?” Byron laughed as he took one hand from the reins and ruffled Clive’s hair.

“Uncle!” Clive whined, leaning forward to dislodge the hand.

“I’m sure if you pray to Metia tonight, your father will have a gift for you upon the marrow. I can’t guarantee it’ll be this wolf pup you’re hoping for, but you’ll be grateful for whatever it is. Won’t you, my boy?”

“Of course, Uncle! If father forgot then I’ll just have to remind him for his next trip. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to Torgal just because father forgot to bring him home.”

Turns out Clive needn’t have worried. Elwin indeed had returned home with a northern wolf pup he had found alone in the snow. Byron could only watch in confusion as Clive snuggled the puppy close and declared in front of everyone there to welcome the Archduke home that “Torgal is the bestest boy ever!”

oOo

“Elwin, since when have the Rosfields have prophetic powers?” Byron asked once he was locked away in the Archduke’s private study with only his older brother and Lord Murdoch. “A few weeks ago Clive asked me if this was the trip you’d be bringing him home a wolf. On the ride back yesterday he repeated the question.”

“What?” Elwin looked over at his younger brother in shock.

“When I offered to get him a hound from the market he insisted that only a northern wolf pup, that he would name Torgal, would do and you’d find him this trip.”

“How is that possible?” Rodney asked, looking between the two brothers. “We only found the pup four days ago. He wandered into our camp and simply sat next to us, followed Elwin around whenever he got up to go anywhere.”

“The troops definitely had a laugh at the shadow I had unwittingly picked up. When we broke camp to move on it kept trying to tuck itself into one of the packs.” Elwin shook his head with a chuckle. “Seemed to me like Metia’s hand at work so we brought it along. A puppy would be easy to train and a wolf would certainly make anyone planning to take the boys think twice.”

“Well something’s at work and I don’t remember any stories of anyone in our line with these powers before.” Byron happily took the glass of scotch Rodney poured for him.

“This isn’t the first time Clive has said something like that before…” Elwin trailed off in thought trying to remember. “When he woke from his illness last year he thought I had died, betrayed by Anabella.”

“By the Duchess?” Byron asked in concern.

“Your Grace?” Rodney slipped back into formality in his shock.

“I’ve been watching her carefully since that day and beyond her growing animosity to Clive, which I still can’t figure out, she’s not been plotting anything.” Elwin waved them off. “I know she wasn’t happy that Clive didn’t manifest as the Phoenix when father died and despite my reminding her often that it doesn’t always show up right away she has been growing colder to the boy. Something he has definitely picked up on and now I fear all her hopes are being pressed upon Joshua.”

“That’s a lot for a baby to live up to. Especially with how often he has breathing issues.” Byron mused. “I remember when talks of you two marrying started, how eager she seemed to be the mother of a Dominant and the prestige that would bring. Yet her disdain for the Bearers in Rosalia is clear as day.”

“Yes, she refuses to let any of the Castle Bearers near Joshua. Wanted me to kill them all when he was born just to ensure none would ‘infect’ him.” Elwin frowned. “Clive doesn’t have any issues with them that I’ve noticed.”

“No he doesn’t.” Rodney chuckled. “I’ve often caught him in the yard chatting with them. Encouraging them to sit and have a small break if he thinks they’ve been working too hard. I’ve had to stop quite a few people from yelling at the Bearers for ‘bugging their betters’. I’ve already had to tell the troops to mind how they interact with Bearers a few times given how the young lad reacts around them.”

“I think the lad feels sorry for them. That they have access to this ability and are forced to use it by those who can’t, only to eventually turn into stone.” Byron mused aloud.

Elwin sighed as he leaned back in his chair. “I wonder if taking him to see father just before his death might have been a mistake. It showed Clive what the fate of Dominants and Bearers really is.”

“I don’t think it was the prior Archduke’s death that caused the change,” Rodney looked deep in thought, “I think it may have been that sudden illness that saw the lad unconscious for a week.”

“How do you mean? You think there are lingering issues?”

“We’ve seen soldiers who have had shifts after a hard battle before. Prior to his mysterious illness, the lad didn’t particularly pay much attention to Bearers, but he is now, and these ‘visions’ that come up? Him thinking you were supposed to be dead, knowing you’d bring home a wolf pup, insisting he was going to have a white chocobo from egg to adulthood? Didn’t he also say something about peace with the Northern Territories last year? That is definitely looking like something that may be possible based on the last report. They’re losing more soldiers than we are and are becoming desperate as more and more of their land gets taken by the Blight. Something is definitely going on but it doesn’t seem malevolent.”

“Let’s see what chocobo hatches. If he is correct in it being a white female, then I’ll have a talk with him.” Elwin looked at his brother and best friend. “If he really is getting ‘visions’ of the future then it stays between us. No one else is to know.”

“Of course.” Both men agreed.

oOo

Two months later after the birth of Ambrosia, Clive’s new white chocobo, Elwin was contacting the Undying. It was time to bring in specialists. True they were a secret organization there to serve the Phoenix Dominant only, but they would want to ensure there weren’t any unforeseen issues. Elwin knew about them as the acting Archduke of Rosaria. Upon his father’s death and taking the position they contacted him. He knew there were members of the Undying scattered about Valisthea and that they had ways of finding out who the next Dominant would be. Hopefully in their studies they also had an answer to what was happening with Clive.

Three nights after sending the stolas to Phoenix Gate, the only location Elwin knew for sure to send something for them, Elwin settled into his private study with Joshua in his arms. He had given orders for Clive to join them and for the three to be undisturbed by anyone - even Anabella. Clive soon arrived, carrying Torgal, and Elwin ordered the door locked behind him. His personal guards would see to no one entering. Elwin knew it wouldn’t stop the Undying, not with the secret passageway behind his fireplace that he knew they knew about.

Clive set Torgal down before the fire. Elwin watched as the wolf curled up in a ball to rest in the warmth. Clive wandered over to Elwin, “Good evening, father.”

“Do you know of the Undying, Clive?” Elwin asked, looking over his eldest in contemplation.

“I do. They protect Joshua. In my visions they are loyal servants to the heir of the ducal throne and they serve our family from the shadows.” Clive said looking down at Joshua who turned and locked eyes with his older brother. Clive reached his hand out to the toddler and smiled as Joshua clasped it. “They protect Joshua from the shadows, while I protect him in the light. Mother won’t hurt you or us this time, she can’t betray us if we know of it beforehand. I promise, Joshua.”

This again? Clive hadn’t said anything about Anabella betraying them since the night of his unexplained illness and nothing that pointed towards it happening from what Elwin could see. He was having Rodney watch her closely, but nothing had changed other than her relationship with Clive becoming more and more frosty.

Torgal looked up from his spot in front of the flames and started growling. Clive looked over and called the wolf to him after seeing the figure step into the light. “It’s ok, Torgal. They’re here to help.”

“Archduke.” The hooded figure stepped into view as Torgal settled in front of Clive, Elwin, and Joshua. His sudden appearance startled Elwin slightly. They can move silently when they wanted to. Elwin looked up from where his gaze had been on the boys.

“Thank you for coming, Undying. There’s a few things that need to be discussed.”

“So your message said, Archduke.”

“I need you to test my sons for the Phoenix-”

“Father, I already told you Joshua was the Phoenix.” Clive interrupted, looking up from where Joshua was playing with his hand. “You’re not Cyril. You must be the previous Cyril.” The last he muttered to himself.

“Don’t interrupt, Clive, that’s bad manners. As I was saying, you need to test for the Phoenix, but I need to know if there’s anything you know about those who have visions of the future.”

“Visions?” The Undying’s head tilted. Elwin didn’t know what expression the person had on, they always wore deep hoods and robes that masked any identifying features.

“Clive knows things he should not, often before anyone else does.” Elwin nodded his head to his eldest son who was now petting Torgal’s head. The pup had settled next to the boy but was obviously keeping a wary eye on the hooded stranger. “Clive?”

“That’s because Ifrit and the others are helping me.” Clive said, one hand clenching at his side. “They help me make sense of things through images and sometimes words.”

“Ifrit?” The Undying asked.

“My Eikon of fire!” Clive chirped.

“The Phoenix is the only Eikon of Fire.” The hooded figure looked down at Clive. Elwin settled back in his chair to watch with a frown. He pulled Joshua closer in his lap, settling the toddler more securely now that Clive wasn’t interacting with him. A second Eikon of fire? That shouldn’t be possible. He had never come across anything that spoke of there being a second Eikon of an element.

“Ifrit is the Warden of the Inferno, or at least that’s what he says when he speaks to me.” Clive stated calmly. “Phoenix is Warden of Fire. I don’t quite know what the difference is but that’s what Ifrit says.”

“And does this ‘Ifrit’ speak to you often?”

“Only sometimes and usually when I’m around Joshua. He’s protective of Joshua, like I am. He’ll help me grow strong and protect Joshua. Says he’s sorry for what happened last time when he mani… manafest…manifested.”

Elwin grew concerned the longer Clive talked to the Undying member. He had never heard of Ifrit before and he worried what this would mean for his family. Two Eikons would surely help them in future battles and work as a deterrent to their enemies, but would that mean he’d lose both of his children to the crystal’s curse? Would this spell the end of the Rosfield line? Byron wasn’t married and had no plans to. Maybe he should start encouraging his brother to find a wife.

“What happened when it manifested?” The Undying asked.

“He won’t tell me.” Elwin would hear the pout in Clive’s voice. “Phoenix said he forgave him though and the others all agreed. They say that manifesting after so long asleep was hard for anyone.”

“The others?”

“The other Eikons. I can sometimes hear them. Not as good as Ifrit though. Like sometimes when it’s going to be stormy I can hear Ramuh better.”

“I can see why you sent for us, Archduke. This requires research. We will need to know if this ‘Ifrit’ will be a boon or problem.”

“He’s not a problem!” Clive stomped his foot. “Ifrit is going to help me grow strong.”

The Undying continued as if Clive hadn’t spoken. “In the meantime we can test Joshua tonight and see if ‘Ifrit’ is correct in the child being the next Phoenix.” Elwin urged Clive aside and stood with Joshua in his arms as the Undying moved around Clive and came closer to the desk. “Simply have the child hold this.” The Undying held a clear orb.

“What will the orb do?” Clive asked, coming closer. Torgal followed behind the boy, tail wagging.

“If he is the Phoenix Dominant it will glow. It is the same method we used on you when the last Dominant died. A person doesn’t need to be awake for the test, you were asleep for it.” The Undying looked back at his son.

“It’ll glow.” Clive said decisively. “The Phoenix likes Joshua.”

“We’ll see.” The Undying placed the orb in Joshua’s hands. The toddler looked at it for a moment before he started laughing. The orb started to glow red. “He is the future Phoenix and Archduke of Rosaria.”

“Told you so.” Clive mumbled.

“Did you want to test your other son as a Bearer? You haven’t done that as far as we know.” The Undying said, once again ignoring Clive.

“If he is a Dominant of a new Eikon, will he still show as a Bearer?” Elwin asked. “I will not have my son marked as a Bearer.”

“He would. It is a more generic test of magic affinity. Testing for Eikons is specific to the Eikon in question.” The Undying stated as they took the orb back from Joshua who started fussing at losing it. Elwin gently jiggled the boy and quickly gave him a block on his desk that he used to hold papers down as a distraction. “Eikon manifestations usually, but not always, follow family lines. So some have years of experience testing for one Eikon, and only worry about testing for the one.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t always follow family lines?” Elwin asked. “That’s how it’s been for Phoenix and Bahamut. It’s why our families rule our Kingdoms.”

“Like Odin and Ramuh,” Clive pipped up. “They manifested in strangers to Valisthea.”

“Your boy is correct. The King of Waloed was not born on Ash but came to these lands from somewhere further south many years ago. We have not learned if there is a new Dominant for Ramuh yet. The Titan’s Dominant, Hugo Kupka, was also a surprise to many.”

“And there aren’t any rumors about Garuda’s Dominant anywhere. It seems there is much I don’t know about Dominants.” Elwin muttered to himself, “and it seems we have more questions than answers.”

“That is true, but we will look into this Ifrit. You can tell your citizens that Joshua is the Phoenix and they will rejoice in the knowledge that the Phoenix will soon be back to protect them.”

“Clive, you must not tell anyone you can use magic. I will not have you branded and enslaved. Nor must you let anyone beyond myself, Rodney, Byron, or the Undying know of your visions.”

“Yes father.” Clive nodded, understanding the significance of what his father was proclaiming.

“As soon as Joshua is old enough to prime, we will have him give you his blessing so that no one questions any fire you might use from this second fire Eikon.”

“Yes father.”

“Good. Come say goodnight and take Torgal. Undying, I have more to say to you.”

Clive, following his father’s orders, gently said good night to Joshua. He pressed his forehead to his brother’s and promised “to be the best protector and big brother ever.” He then turned and gave Elwin a hug before picking up Torgal and leaving the room.

Chapter 4: Correspondence

(In Year of the Realm 853-854)

 

To His Highness, Prince Dion Lesage,

Hello. My tutor told me I shold send some one a messeg so I can practice my letters. I think he are expecting me to send it to my uncle, Lord Byron, or my father, but I think writing to you would be more funner.

I hope you write back. I would like us to be frends. Like you and your Terence.

Hello Bahamut, I am told that it is only proper to greet the Dominant’s Eikon as well. I don’t know if you have manafested in Prince Dion yet, but plaese take care of him.

May Metia guide you,

Clive Rosfield, Marquess of The Grand Duchy of Rosaria

 

To Marquess Clive Rosfield,

I was surprised to get your note. I am sorry for the delay in respons. The guards would not allow the carrier to deliver it so it was delayd. I do not know how you know of Terence or I, nor what the strange lines you added say. But it would be nice to hav more friends and it is a good way to praktice. My tutor Harpocrates said I shold write back to praktice too.

Plaese send new letters to Harpocrates in Oriflamme so I get them faster.

May Greagor bless you,

Dion Lesage, Prince of the Holy Empire of Sanbreque

 

To Prince Dion,

I was pleased to get your response. Everyone was surprised when a letter from Sanbreque came for me. Her Grace the most. Father asked who wrote me and was serpraized when I said you did.

Im happy your tutor said you can write me. I will tell the carrier to deliver this to your tutor. My father says I cannot tell anyone how I know of Terence, but I think that’s silly. I will tell you when I see you see you. I know you cause my tutor says I have to know of important people.

The lines were a message to your Eikon. Has he manifested yet? I know you will have the blessing of Bahamut.

May Metia guide you,

Clive, Marquess of The Grand Duchy of Rosaria

 

To Marquess Clive,

I am sure the Archduke has a good reason but I look forward to hearing how. I hope there is cause for us to meet soon as our countries are at peace with each other.

Harpocrates is helping make sure I spell correctly in my letter to you. He says I have to show poise as the Prince of Sanbreque. I don’t know what poise is, but father tells me I need it too as our future Emperor.

I do not know how you knew that I would manifest Bahamut, I guess that is another thing to say in person, but yes. I have manifested Bahamut last month. I have not successfully semi-primed or primed yet on my own. Sanbreque’s advisors say that it takes time. There is no one who can guide me. Even Harpocrates can only say what his tomes says.

Terence and I will start sword practice next week. I look forward to starting the process to becoming a Dragoon Knight, Terence and I are required to learn all the different weapons before we settle on our choice.

May Greagor bless you,

Dion Prince of the Holy Empire of Sanbreque

 

To Prince Dion,

I am trying to convince my uncle to take me on his next trip to Sanbreque, but father is reluctant to let me leave Rosaria at this time. My chocobo, Ambrosia, has finally grown to full size and I’m allowed to ride her to Eastpool, but no further.

Father told my tutor to improve my spelling before I could write you again, but he also told my tutor to not read my letters. Sorry for the delay. My brother, Joshua, just started walking. He likes to follow me to my lessons. Her Grace wasn’t very happy when she found out. She doesn’t like Joshua spending time with me.

I’m happy that you have Bahamut now and the news that you and Terence will start training soon. Lord Murdoch finally let me start practicing with a practice broadsword. I’m not allowed in the sparring pits with the squires, but he’s teaching me how to hold it correctly. It’s a lot of the same thing over and over, but I will be the best protector for Joshua. While I practice with the broadsword my wolf, Torgal, often sits and watches. He’s still a puppy and doesn’t understand many commands yet. He’s too young to learn how to fight properly yet.

Dear Bahamut, Ifrit wonders when are you going to start talking to your Dominant.

May Metia guide you,

Clive, Marquess of the Grand Duchy of Rosaria

 

To Marquess Clive,

Ambrosia is a beautiful name for a chocobo. I have a pale yellow chocobo who I have named Wyvern. Terence teased me about naming my chocobo after a dragon, but I said if I couldn’t have an actual dragon, then a chocobo named one was the next best thing.

We haven’t been allowed to train with the squires either, our Lord Commander says we’re too young. Terence’s older brother is one of the castle guards though and he helps us train with a wooden lance sometimes in the garden when he gets off shift.

Torgal sounds like he will be a great fighter once he is grown. Wolves can be very mean according to Harpocrates. There aren’t any dogs allowed in the palace, but I’m sure we could sneak Torgal in if you were ever to visit. We snuck in Terence’s cat once.

I think Bahamut tried to explain the squiggles, but I didn’t understand. Seeing them did fill me with a feeling of happiness though, and I think that came from Bahamut. I shall try to understand Bahamut better. Maybe then I will understand the squiggles.

May Greagor bless you,

Dion, Prince of the Holy Empire of Sanbreque

 

To Prince Dion,

Ambrosia likes to mother me. She often picks at my hair or curls her head over my shoulder when I am standing next to her. She doesn’t like it when I pay any attention to the other chocobos in our stables. I snuck Joshua out to meet her, he’s three now and wants to follow me everywhere. Her Grace doesn’t like Joshua going outside though, he has issues breathing sometimes. I think the fresh air would be good for him instead of being locked inside the castle all the time.

I bet Terence named his chocobo something embarrassing! You must tell me when you find out what it is.

We can make a plan to sneak Torgal in. He’s castle trained and good at walking quietly.

It took me a long time to understand what I was writing to Bahamut, don’t worry you’ll figure it out the more you connect with Bahamut.

Hello Bahamut, I am glad that you are trying to connect more with Dion. I look forward to the day we can meet.

I’m trying to convince father to let me stay with Uncle Byron when he next goes to battle in the Northern Territories. But I think Uncle Byron will be busy with his merchant work cause father keeps telling me I will be staying at the castle. It’s too early for Jill to come, so I don’t know why father won’t let me.

May Metia guide you,

Clive, Marquess of the Grand Duchy of Rosaria

 

To Marquess Clive,

I’ve not been around babies before. Terence has younger siblings but I have never met them. I have asked my father previously if I will ever get a sibling but father hasn’t remarried since mother died. Father encourages me to have my halberd training outside, but my tutoring is all indoors. Harpocrates says that the wind and sun isn’t always good for the tomes. I think he’s just worried I’ll drop a book in the mud after a rainstorm.

I’m getting better at using light magic. I still haven’t fully primed, but I can’t wait until I can. I imagine flying as Bahamut will be even better than riding Wyvern. The people of Sanbreque will surely rejoice to see Bahamut flying above them again.

You haven’t mentioned a Jill before. Who is she? Another friend there in Rosaria?

I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but I got flashes of images from Bahamut and a sense that he wanted me to include them in this letter. I hope I copied them well.

Greetings Ifrit. It is good to see you awake from your slumber again.

May Greagor bless you,

Dion, Prince of the Holy Empire of Sanbreque

 

To Dion,

You did! Hello Bahamut! You must be making good progress in your connection with your Eikon. I bet you’ll be an amazing flyer and very intimidating to your enemies.

I’m sorry Her Highness died. I would offer Her Grace, but I wouldn’t wish her on the King of Waloed! She wouldn’t be a good mother for you.

My tutor doesn’t let me learn outdoors either. He says I get plenty of time when swinging my sword around to be outside, but I find sword practice much more interesting and useful than maths and politics. My history lessons are interesting though. I like learning about The Founder. I think next month I’ll be learning about Sanbreque. My tutor mentioned new tomes were on their way from Sanbreque. He only tells me about tomes when they’re going to be the next lesson.

Joshua has started sneaking out to a castle balcony to watch my sword lessons. I can sometimes make out his blonde hair looking through the bars of the balcony at me. Having him watch me makes me want to try harder.

Jill’s not in Rosaria yet. She’s the Princess of the Northern Territories. She’s going to be my sister in a year or so, but I can’t say how. You’ll like her when you meet her.

May Metia guide you,

Clive, Marquess of the Grand Duchy of Rosaria

 

Clive!

It’s so embarrassing! I got Terence’s brother to tell me the name of Terence’s chocobo! He named it Dion. My best friend named his chocobo after me.

Dion

 

To Marquess Clive,

Forgive the informality of my previous message. Terence is embarrassed that I told you, please ignore the information or Terence may never forgive me.

Joshua must be nearly five now. Harpocrates has just started teaching me about the Grand Duchy of Rosaria. He mentioned that Joshua has been blessed to be the new Phoenix Dominant. Please give him my congratulations and sympathies. Being a Dominant is hard work and the idea that it has manifested in someone so young is a shock. I thought I had manifested young.

I look forward to meeting your future sister then and learning how it came to be.

Father has recently informed me that we’ll be making a trip to Rosaria for some political meeting. I look forward to finally meeting you in person when we arrive. I hope Terence will be able to come with me so that you can meet him as well.

May Greagor bless you,

Dion, Prince of the Holy Empire of Snabreque

Notes:

Here are some funny mini-convos that were thought up while brainstorming with Wufei_W. I'll be adding them to relevant chapters, but not all chapters will have them. I included the 2 I forgot to post last chapter. :)

Torgal *meeting Elwin*: Yes, this one will take me to my hoomans.
Elwin: what is with this wolf pup? Clive will like him.

Clive *anytime he sees an Undying*: you're not Cyril

Clive: what's your chocobo's name?
Terence: …Noid?
Clive: isn't that Dion backwards?

Clive: Do you mean Dion?
Terence *blushes*
Joshua: That's so cute! I'm going to name mine Clive!
Byron *laughing in the background*

Chapter 5: Not All Is As It Seems

(In Year of the Realm 855)

“Why is Torgal still a puppy? Do wolves not grow bigger in the North?”

“Torgal ages really slowly,” Clive explained as he ran a brush through Torgal’s fur. Joshua had tracked Clive down after his tutoring that day. Clive had been sitting with Torgal on a balcony overlooking the training yards, working a brush through the wolf’s fur. Spring was turning into summer soon and Torgal needed help removing his winter coat.

Next month Clive would officially become a Squire to Lord Murdoch and start his training to become Joshua’s First Shield. He couldn’t wait.

“How were your lessons today?” Clive asked as Joshua lowered himself to sit on the floor of the balcony with Clive, one hand reaching out to pat Torgal’s head.

“Boring. I don’t know why I have to take them. I’d rather spend time with you.”

“You’re going to be Archduke someday, Joshua. You need to learn these things so that you can be as good of a ruler as father.” Clive patiently explained.

“Not much of a Archduke with how sick I am.”

“You won’t always be sick,” Clive looked at his younger brother, searching for any sign that his illness was going to strike. No one knew what afflicted Joshua, but at times he’d have trouble breathing properly. Her Grace didn’t like him going outside because of this or spending time with Torgal and Clive. “Can the Phoenix help any? Have you spoken with him at all?”

“No,” Joshua pouted. “I can feel him sometimes, like now. He makes me feel happy and warm inside.” Joshua was interrupted by a cough. Thankfully it didn’t turn into a series of coughs.

Clive rested a hand on Joshua’s head, lightly ruffling his blonde locks. After a look around to make sure no one was nearby, Clive reached into himself where he could feel an aspect of the Phoenix.

He didn’t fully understand why he held aspects of different Eikons, Ifrit and the others refused to explain it to him in a way he’d understand just yet, but ever since the night he met Joshua for the first time he had them tucked away inside. At first he could only feel Ifrit and the Phoenix strongly and the others as a single entity, but as he grew older he learned how to tell the others apart. He knew from Ifrit that they had all been there from the beginning. Now though, now he could reach out to each individually. Some ‘talked’ to him via visions of places and people. Ramuh kept sending flashes of some distant land that Clive didn’t know. Bahamut had sent him flashes of Prince Dion until Clive had started writing to the Prince two years ago. Now Bahamut would draw close when new letters arrived from Sanbreque, as if the aspect of the Eikon wanted to see what his Dominant had written too. Others only sent him feelings. He figured out that Garuda’s aspect was the reason he knew when harsh winds would be coming. Ifrit was the only one who he seemed to understand actual words from. Probably because he was Ifrit’s Dominant. After many tests with the Undying before his father, they confirmed that Clive was a Dominant to an Eikon of Fire, but not the Phoenix.

With a deep breath Clive reached for the Phoenix within himself before ghosting his hand down Joshua’s back. If Joshua couldn’t use the Phoenix’s healing powers to heal himself, could Clive use them to heal him?

“Clive?”

“Did that help?”

“You know father said you weren’t to use magic yet. You’ll get in trouble!” Joshua leaned forward over Torgal to get away from Clive’s hand. Torgal thumped his tail but also let out a whine. The wolf had really connected with Clive’s and Joshua’s emotions over the years.

“No one could see and if you don’t tell then no one will know.” Clive argued back. “Did it help?”

“A little,” Joshua scooted closer to Clive and reached forward to hug him. “Thank you, Clive.”

“Always, Joshua. I’ll protect you from all foes, even if it’s your own body.” Clive wrapped his arms around his brother and kissed his head. Torgal, not to be left out of the hug, squirmed his way between the brothers with a light bark.

Laughing, they released each other and turned their attention back to the wolf. Clive picked up the brush again and held it out to Joshua. “Want to help me brush Torgal out?”

“Yes!”

oOo

“Father?” Clive asked from where he was sitting in front of the fire in his father’s study. Elwin was working through reports and had agreed to Clive sitting with him as long as he kept himself entertained.

“Yes, Clive?” Elwin asked distractedly.

“My tutor says the Blight is getting worse and creeping closer to Rosaria.”

“That’s right. It’s why we are fighting the North. The Blight is really bad for them and their people are being driven south. They’re trying to take territory from us.”

“What’s been done to combat the Blight?”

“What do you mean? The Blight is an affliction of the ground. Nothing can grow in an area taken by the Blight.”

“But what causes it? Is it the Mothercrystals? Can it be reversed or stopped?” Clive looked over at his father as he heard the rustle of papers being set down.

“The Mothercrystals are divine. It is unlikely they are the reason for the Blight, not when they and the aether are a gift from the heavens. Scholars say the Blight is caused by the loss of aether in the land. When the land completely loses its aether it turns into empty wastes. No one has found a way to stop the spread or reverse it.”

“Couldn’t you just stop the loss of aether then?”

“Is this coming from Ifrit?” Elwin asked, eyes narrowing on his son.

“Yes and no. Ifrit and the others are trying to tell me something but I don’t quite understand. It has to do with the Blight though.” Clive shifted to face his father completely. “I keep seeing images of Blighted land, the Mothercrystals, Bearers, and the crystals people use for things everyday.”

“All images dealing with aether in some way.” Elwin leaned back in his chair in thought. “Crystals use aether released by Mothercrystals to create magic, Bearers and Dominants access it in the same way from what the teachings say.”

“Then could aether be used to stop the Blight? If the Blight is caused by the land not having aether, couldn’t we just… put aether back in?” Clive asked. “Like what if we buried a crystal in the ground?”

“Buried a crystal?”

“Yeah. What would happen?”

“I’m not sure it’s been researched… I’ll send a note to the Undying and see if they have any information about it. We can always try and see what happens if the Undying don’t have any information.” Clive nodded along as Elwin laid out a plan.

“The Eikons seem happy with the idea.” Clive clenched a hand over his chest where he could feel many of the aspects and Ifrit.

“Sounds like it is worth a try then.”

oOo

Clive could barely focus on his training. Lord Murdoch had left his training in the hands of the Castle Second-Commander while he was with his father and a selection of advisors and soldiers in the North. Rumors were drifting through Rosalith and the castle that this trip north would see the end of war with the Northern Territories. Clive knew the rumors were true, the King of the Northern Territories would sign a treaty with the Archduke that would allow his people to seek refuge in Rosaria, ending the battle for land, and in return Elwin would take in Jill Warrick, the young Princess, as his ward.

They had been gone for over a month already and there was a message that arrived last night saying that the group was spotted at Phoenix Gate. Clive was looking forward to their return for many reasons.

One reason was that Jill Warrick, Shiva’s future Dominant and his sword-sister, would be coming back with the Archduke. Clive would do his best to make her feel welcome in Rosaria and the castle. Just because she was a political ward didn’t mean that she should feel like a prisoner. He would be a good older brother to her and not leave her out of anything Clive did with Joshua.

Another reason was that upon his father’s return his mother’s rulings would be dropped. Clive had barely seen Joshua at all during his father’s absence. Anabella insisted that the ‘worthless failure’ was not to have any contact with the future Phoenix. She recently stopped being subtle in her dislike of Clive. Instead of just her ladies in waiting and some maids knowing about it for certain, everyone who worked in and around the castle knew. The day the party left she had ordered for Clive to attend her in the throne room and then, before everyone present, gave him a set of rules to follow. Chiefly among them - never be in the same room as Joshua. Because of the rules Clive had only seen his brother from afar. It broke Clive’s heart to follow her orders but he knew the punishment for disobeying would be being whipped.

He had found that out the hard way on the third day of his father being gone. Clive had been in the hall finishing breakfast with Anabella and Joshua walked in. She had ordered Joshua to the kitchens and then had one of her maids give Clive ten lashes before sending him to his tutoring. The guards in the room could do nothing as she ordered them to not interfere.

The final reason was that with the stop at Phoenix Gate, Clive hoped that it meant the Undying would update his father on if the idea of burying crystals would be beneficial at all or not. He knew that if the Undying wouldn’t look into it that Elwin promised they’d do their own experiments, but he hoped the Undying would have some information. At least someplace to start if not the answers directly.

“- Rosfield! Stop daydreaming before you get yourself hurt.” The Castle Second-Commander called out just before another of the squires hit Clive with their practice sword. Clive was certainly the youngest squire currently training at the Castle. He knew that there were other garrisons that trained squires but anyone living in Eastpool or Rosalith trained at the Castle. Usually under Lord Murdoch’s supervision, or their assigned knight, but with so many away on this mission everyone was under the Second-Commander’s purview.

“Sorry, Sir.” Clive responded as he picked himself up from the dirt.

“Wade, switch out with Rosfield. Rosfield, take a seat and watch their forms carefully.” The Second-Commander had the squires running mock fights so they could practice fighting different opponents. There were currently an odd number of squires training at the Castle so one was always benched on the side during these matches. Usually it was Clive, being the youngest and least trained, so Clive was used to watching the others. The only time Clive had been able to win a match was when he used his small size to his advantage and rolled between his opponent’s legs to doge a swing. His wiry frame also helped him stay light on his feet in comparison to some of the squires who had bulked up in the last year as they started reaching the end of their time as a squire. Sadly after the first time using that move the other squires had quickly learned to adjust their stance to make dodging like that impossible.

Two hours later the Second-Commander called their practice to an end and sent off the squires to check in with the Castle blacksmith and help sharpen any blades that needed it. Clive was sent to clean up and put on a fresh tunic so that he could be clean when the Archduke and his party returned. He called Torgal to follow as he left the training yard. The pup had been laying in the shade of the guard barracks and watching the training.

Before returning to the courtyard, Clive stopped in the gardens and picked a few flowers to gift to Jill. He tied them together with a pale blue ribbon and hurried on when he saw his mother disappear through the front entrance, holding Joshua’s hand as she led him along. Clive came to a stop left and behind Anabella and sent a wink at Joshua who was obviously looking around for him in the crowd. Clive was happy to see Torgal sitting quietly at his feet without him having to tell the pup to sit. Even if he was feet from the Duchess, if she noticed him then he was sure she’d order him back to the Castle. Deny him the opportunity to welcome his father home.

“His Grace has returned!” Was called out over the courtyard as the portcullis was raised. The soldiers and squires lining the pathway bowed to the Archduke upon his entry. As the party came to a stop, Elwin hopped down from his own white chocobo, passing the reins to a stablehand before he lifted a young girl from the saddle. He encouraged her before him and walked forward.

“Rise my friends,” Elwin called out, encouraging the soldiers and other castle workers to rise. “Joshua, are you well?” He asked as Joshua ran forward to greet him. The girl stumbled to the side to allow Joshua access to the Archduke.

“Yes, father, but I’ve missed you and Clive.”

“Clive?” Clive could see Elwin shoot a look at him and he frowned at his father, eyes shifting to his mother who stood stern before him. “Well, we’ll have to change that won’t we? I’ll need you and Clive to work together to make Jill Warrick here feel welcome.” Elwin waved Clive over.

“Welcome home, your Grace.” Clive intoned. “Welcome to Rosaria, Lady Warrick.” Clive held out the small bouquet of flowers. “I hope you can learn to see this place as your new home and Joshua and I as brothers.”

“Thank you, milord.” Jill curtsied before accepting the flowers.

“Clive, why don’t you take your brother and Jill to the kitchens and see if the cooks can’t spare you three a snack before tonight’s dinner?” Elwin stated, gaze fixed over Clive’s head. Clive knew he was looking at Anabella. “You and I will speak after dinner.”

“Yes, father.” Clive nodded as he took Joshua’s hand. “This way, Jill.” He led the two of them, Torgal trotting happily along, off to a side entrance of the Castle, carefully moving to avoid looking at his mother.

“Anabella - I think there are things we need to discuss.”

Chapter 6: Growing Pains

Notes:

This chapter fought me on formatting today, hopefully it stays correct. If formatting looks wrong let me know. :)

(In Year of the Realm 857)

Clive was beyond excited. He had just turned twelve last week and today - today Joshua would be granting him the Phoenix’s blessing. Announcing to the kingdom and Valisthea that Clive would be his First Shield despite Clive still being only a squire. It would allow Clive to start using fire magic during training without anyone claiming he was a Bearer.

Uncle Byron had come up from Port Isolde to be witness to the event. Clive knew that there would be various levels of soldiers, nobles, and advisors in the throne room with them during the ceremony.

Clive had a new set of leathers created just for this event. Luckily he went through a growth spurt before the leather makers and clothiers had taken his measurements. He had worked hard with Joshua to choose the look with some input from Jill. It took some time, each child wanting different colors to be prominent, but Lord Murdoch became the voice of reason by pointing out that Clive would be expected to wear certain colors as accent colors only as First Shield.

Clive took care to put on his new outfit. Black leather pants easily slid over his legs, loose enough to provide a full range of movement but tight enough to provide proper protection in a fight with little risk of getting snagged on anything. A cotton tunic dyed Rosaria red went on next before he pulled on the leather jacket. White on the front and back with black leather up the sides and down the half sleeves, the jacket fit tight to his chest and came to a stop at the top of his hips. The deep v-front showed the red tunic underneath and about an inch of the bottom showed below the leather as well. Next went on his belts, the bottom one holding up plating that would rest over his hip joints as well as a potions bag and the upper one holding the sheath for his dagger and the lower connection for his eventual First Shield broadsword that would rest on his upper back. Harder black leather shoulder pauldrons were sewn onto the jacket.

“You’re looking good, nephew, but you forgot to put on your arm bracers before the jacket.”

Clive turned at hearing Byron’s voice. “Uncle!” He looked down at his bare forearm. “Drat.”

“Come here, I’ll help you put them on without removing the jacket, but you’ll need to remember next time.”

“Thank you, Uncle Byron.” Clive walked over to his uncle. Byron was dressed in his formal dark blue and black tunic. Clive envied his uncle at times for being able to wear colors other than just black, white, and red, but he also appreciated the uniformity of his outfit. Showing his dedication to Rosaria, Joshua, and his father via the family crest and Rosaria coat of arms sewn into the outfit.

“Big day for you, lad. Nervous?”

“No, Uncle. Excited. After today, no one will be able to question my loyalty to Joshua and it’s another step closer to helping lift his burden. I know he worries about our people.”

“He worries about you, my boy. His big brother who is his world.” Clive looked up as Byron patted his shoulder. “Don’t think you have to do everything, Clive. Trust people to help you in your goals.”

“I know, Uncle.”

“Put your gloves and boots on and then take a few breaths. I’ll see you in the throne room.”

“Thank you, Uncle.” Clive reached down to pull on his black leather boots and then slid on red gloves. He took a moment to check his hair was brushed in a mirror and that his black earring was secure before he took a step out of his room. He went down the hall towards the throne room before remembering his uncle’s advice about taking a few breaths.

He slid out onto a nearby balcony and looked over the Castle grounds. It was a partially cloudy and sunny day. Birds were twittering and the strumming of a Bard could be heard floating up from somewhere. Clive closed his eyes and felt for the Eikons inside of him. Ifrit and the Phoenix were the first to respond, filling him with a sense of right and purpose. Ramuh rumbled in next followed by Bahamut, both providing a sense of duty. Shiva slid by next helping cool the heat that filled him from the fire, storm, and light Eikons. Garuda and Titan seemed indifferent which surprisingly helped Clive feel calmer. Finally Odin lurked in the back, watching but not engaging.

Clive opened his eyes at the feel of a small hand slipping into his. Turning his head he smiled down at Joshua, seven years old and already dressed the part of a future Archduke. White puffy cotton sleeves contrasted against the red overtunic that fell to Joshua’s knees. It was reminiscent of the long red jacket their father wore as Archduke. Navy blue cotton shorts over longer white cotton pants made sure that Joshua was covered from neck to his brown leather boots. Joshua’s blond locks ruffled in the light breeze over his forehead and at his collar. His own silver earring mimicked Clive’s in how it clung to the earlobe.

“Ready, big brother?”

“Ready.” Clive answered as Joshua started pulling him back inside, hands clasped tightly together.

He will show his mother. He will show Rosaria. He will show Valisthea. He may not have been born the Phoenix Dominant, but he was Ifrit’s and Ifrit was the Guardian of the Inferno. If someone wanted to harm Joshua - they’d have to go through his fires first.

oOo

“Your Grace.” The man bowed to the group that showed up before his house. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”

“You said you had something to show regarding your task?” Clive looked over the man from his spot on Ambrosia as his father spoke. His father has taken him on this trip southeast of Martha’s Rest and Three Reeds. Clive still couldn’t keep the hamlet’s actual name straight and his tutor had given up correcting him three years ago.

“Yes, Your Grace. As you directed we buried various crystals at different depths along the edges of the Deadlands. Some have shown interesting results and so I wrote to you as soon as I could.”

“Come, Clive.” Elwin ordered as the man climbed up onto his own chocobo. Clive urged Ambrosia to follow his father’s chocobo as the man started to lead the way towards the Blighted area east of the house. The small contingent of soldiers who traveled with them stayed at the house while Lord Murdoch and one of Elwin’s advisors followed along behind them.

“We were able to get hands on enough crystals with Your Grace’s funding as well as Bearers with abilities in the different elements to try a few different depths for each.”

“And the Bearers?” Elwin interrupted.

“Have been treated well, Your Grace, per your orders. They are back at the house if you’d like to speak to them after.”

“Carry on.”

“Here are the first ones, Your Grace.” The man pointed to the ground before them, blacked and dead from Blight. It was easy to see the three areas the man gestured to as they lightly mounded above the flat plain. “These were crystals with wind magic poured into them. All crystals were buried at either one foot, three feet, or five feet down. These markers mark where the edge of the Blight was when the crystals were buried and when we checked them weekly. Even though the Blight is still there, we saw a slower advancement of the Blight when the wind crystal is buried five feet down.”

“So some change, but not much.” The advisor muttered, marking something down.

“Correct, sir. The next ones, the lightning crystals and the fire crystals following them show similar.” The man spoke as he led the further along the field. He carefully pointed out the spots in question. “While fire seems to have stopped the Blight from advancing most so far, it has seemed to scorch the earth. You can see how it’s blacker than the Blighted areas around it.”

“Interesting…” Elwin said, “almost looks like when the Phoenix sets fire to someplace. Keep an eye on these, see if they show any improvement next year.”

“Yes, Your Grace. Next we have the water crystals.”

“These show the most improvement,” Clive said, looking over the land in question.

“Indeed, Marquess. Not only has the Blight not expanded far on any of the three, but the soil around the one buried five feet is showing remarkable improvement. Now these last ones are the most promising. I know they weren’t a part of your original ask, but one of the Bearers I was able to get is able to cast multiple types of magic and I had them cast more than one on these.” The man gestured ahead of them. “As you can see, the soil is healthier and brown instead of Blighted. By this time next year I expect that grass will even start growing in.”

“Well, this is great news indeed.” Elwin said, looking around the area. “Do you have any indication of how long this will last?”

“Not at this time, Your Grace. It’s only been half a year, but it is doing something.”

“Let’s return. I’d like to speak to the Bearers you’ve been using.”

Back at the house the man slipped inside to bring the Bearers out while everyone got down from their chocobos. Clive stood looking back at the Deadlands as visions of a fallen ship turned into a hideaway flashed through his mind. Ramuh seemed particularly pleased as the images came and went, none staying long enough for Clive to clearly see. The images filled Clive with the sense of home and longing however and he had to shake his head to clear them as a group of people came out of the house.

The group of five people were marked with the Bearer brand, a stenciled X flowing across their left cheek, jaw, and upper neck. Two middle aged men, a boy, a teenage girl, and a young woman bowed before them. Clive’s heart hurt to see the brand on each of them, Ifrit’s fire burned hot in his chest.

“Thank you for the work you’ve done so far on this experiment.” Elwin stated, looking over the group. “I hope you are all being treated well?”

“Yes, Your Grace.” One of the men stated. None of them looked up from their feet.

“Please look at me when we are speaking. You are all humans. I request that you speak honestly before me with no fear of reprisal.”

“Are you learning anything while here?” Clive asked knowing his father was struggling with how to have a conversation with a Bearer. For so long they had all been treated as slaves at best, invisible at worst. “Or getting to try new things? Getting plenty of food and time to rest?”

“The Mistress be teaching me and Elenore sewing,” the young woman spoke up, glancing over at the man who had bought them with Duchal gil. “And how to bake. My last masters only wanted me cleaning and Elenore was a play companion to her masters’ children.”

“My ward, Jill, is also currently learning to sew. It is a good skill for women to know.” Elwin nodded at them. “Our soldiers also learn the skill so they can fix any broken clothing from battle or while on the road. My son has not quite been able to pick it up.” Clive couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose at the tease from his father.

“For as dexterous as the Marquess is becoming at the broadsword, I’m afraid his fingers will always be pricked by the needle.” Lord Murdoch chimed in with a laugh.

“I feel like there is more I can be doing, Your Grace.” One of the men shifted on his feet. “Beyond checking that the crystals are still releasing magic, there’s not much for us to do here. Not with so many of us. The master won’t order us to do more, but is there more we can be doing for you?”

“More?” Elwin asked in confusion.

“I’ve been reminding them of the rules Your Grace set for this experiment, but it’s such an unusual situation.” Their original contact explained. “It’s been a challenge at times for all of us.”

“You are doing more than enough. I and all of Rosaria will be in your debt if this proves to be a viable solution.” Elwin stated as he walked up to the man. He reached out and placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Do not push yourself to use more magic for the Kingdom. It is not your place in life to be used up and turned to stone just because you can wield magic. The work you do here will hopefully bring a part of a solution to the problem all of Valisthea faces. Rest, learn new things, and live for as long as you can.”

oOo

Dear Clive,

I feel like I have taken three steps back when it comes to my Dragoon training. Terence and I went from learning how to hold our weapons correctly and how to hold them while in various situations, to learning how to jump and land while holding nothing! I understand it’s important to know how to land, but it’s all we’ve been doing for months. In the rain.

Surely it is only through Greagor’s blessing that Terence and I haven’t fallen ill.

In happier news, the Dragoon commander has promised that when the next dragon eggs are laid, Terence and I can join the squires in picking out a dragon. It’s no guarantee that we’ll find a healthy one that will hatch and join us in battle. The number of dragons that successfully hatch is low at the moment and the older squires get first pick, so depending on how many eggs are laid there is still a chance that we’ll have to wait.

Bahamut wanted me to include the below but refuses to tell me what it says.

My Dominant is trying to fly without using my powers and I don’t like it. Convince him to stop.

Is Joshua feeling any better?

May Greagor bless you,

Dion Prince of the Holy Empire of Sanbreque

 

Dear Dion,

That must be frustrating but sounds important. Lord Murdoch, our Lord Commander, has mentioned the Dragoon's unique fighting style. I would love to have the opportunity to spar against you once you have the jumping down. It sounds like it would be a fun challenge.

Joshua is doing well. He wanted to send you a letter to thank you for your concern, I’ve included it in this letter. I’m sure you’ve heard by now, but I have received the Phoenix’s blessing and now have access to some of Joshua’s fire power. Lord Murdoch is now trying to teach me how to fight while using my broadsword and casting magic at the same time. It’s harder than I thought it’d be.

Fighting with dragons seems exciting and dangerous. Will you raise them from when they hatch? Like how I am trying to train Torgal? What will you name your dragon if you get one? Will you name it Terence since he named his chocobo Dion?

It is how he and his fight. It will give him an advantage in battle if he succeeds.

May Metia guide you,

Clive Marquess of the Grand Duchy of Rosaria

 

Dear Clive,

Did you have to remind me that Terence named his chocobo after me? I still can’t believe he did that. To answer your other questions. Yes, the hatched dragon is raised by the dragoon who picked it and it is their job to train it for battle, like you are doing with Torgal.

I was pleased to receive Joshua’s note and that he is doing well. It’s concerning that his cough is so persistent. Do you have competent healers looking after him?

How is your father’s ward? I believe you said her name was Jill. You haven’t mentioned her recently. Are things not going well with her? I know you hoped she’d be like your sister. Hearing you speak of Joshua and Jill makes me yearn for siblings of my own, but then I visit Terence’s house and the feeling dissipates.

I’m not sure what message you sent on to Bahamut, but he seems to be pouting. I didn’t know Eikons could do that. He has no return message.

Terence broke his arm in training yesterday and has been told to sit on the sidelines until it is healed. The palace healer unfortunately doesn’t have any Bearers currently that can help speed up healing. Luckily there was one that knew how to provide a steady frost to help decrease the inflammation from the break. He’s been following Terence and I around today to provide ice to the arm when it starts to ache.

May Greagor bless you,

Dion Prince of the Holy Empire of Sanbreque

 

Dear Dion,

I will always remind you of it since Joshua insists he name his chocobo Clive to match Terence’s devotion.

The healers say he’s just sensitive to contaminates in the air. Her Grace takes this to mean that Joshua should never be outside. Father and I think the fresh air is actually better for him than being locked up in the Castle all day. Poor Joshua is stuck in the middle and unfortunately too young to join me in sword training and thus has no reason to be outside.

Jill is well. Her Grace seems to be just as hard on Jill as she is on me but is making sure she learns what a Lady of Valisthea should know. It seems some of the things that royalty in the Northern Territories learned were different than here, so Jill has struggled at times with the differences. She does seem to take some comfort from Torgal however, likely used to Northern wolves from before. Torgal at least doesn’t mind her picking him up so often. Thankfully he is still puppy sized. Northern wolves live a long time and don’t grow to full size for the first decade or longer. I hope that means he will be with me for a long time.

Is it really ok for a Bearer to be using that much magic on something that will heal naturally in a few months? Surely there’s no need to hurry them towards death by forcing them to use magic to heal. In any case, I will pray to Metia that Terence has a swift recovery.

May Metia guide you,

Clive Marquess of the Grand Duchy of Rosaria

Chapter 7: Making Progress

(In late 858)

“Is this really the best way to go about this?” Byron asked as he read over the proposal again. “There are many who aren’t going to like this.”

“Having second thoughts this late in the game, Byron?” Elwin asked, leaning back in his seat. All of Rosaria’s advisors were in the room discussing the upcoming announcement of the Crystal and Bearer Bill to the public.

“No second thoughts, Your Grace, simply questioning the immediate effect versus a more gradual approach. Requiring everyone to turn over their stock of crystals at Valisthea market value and purchasing all Bearers in Rosaria at the same time. Will the Duchy’s coffers survive? Will Rosaria?”

“The treasury will be much lower at the end, this is true,” The woman in charge of the Castle treasury replied. “However, with the decrease of crystals brought in by trade over the last year means the total number of crystals we’d be buying up is smaller than what it might have been. Also, by stating ‘Valisthea market value’ means that we can make use of the lower market value. The biggest problem will be people having to do things without magic.”

“We’ve already started trying to prepare people for it by requiring all schools to teach basic skills.” The education advisor stated. “Official tutors, bards, and historians have also been tasked with spreading the ideas across Rosaria as well. It will be slow going, but if the Castle can successfully show it can run just fine without magic then others will follow.”

“Tradesmen will need to be kept an eye on. Blacksmiths use Bearers to heat their forges, Launderers use Bearers to dry clothing, even Farmers use Bearers to water their fields.” The guild master of Rosaria spoke up with some examples. “It can all be done without Bearers but many will need to relearn their trades. I think we’ll see the most friction there.”

“Not to mention we’ll need to keep an eye out on black market trading of crystal and Bearers.” Byron rubbed his chin.

“It won’t be easy, but it will be to the benefit of Rosaria in the end. The crystals and Bearers will be utilized to stop the spread of the Blight into our lands, as well as fixing areas already Blighted. The experiments near the Deadlands have shown that it can be fixed, but will take time and careful monitoring.” Elwin stated. “The army and town mayors must be prepared to deliver and enforce fines to those found possessing crystals after the law is in effect as well as those who purchase Bearers. Bearers will no longer be slaves in Rosaria, future Bearers will not be branded either. They will contribute to our Kingdom like everyone else, and will be paid for their work just like everyone else.”

“The Duchess won’t be happy…” Byron muttered to Elwin.

“Leave Anabella to me. She hasn’t noticed that the Bearers in the Castle are already gone.” Elwin muttered back. It was true. Anabella saw Bearers as being so far beneath her that she hadn’t noticed them gone. Last month Elwin met with all the Bearers working the Castle and explained the new work they would be doing as well as the new rules they would live by. Mainly being they would be sent to the northern border of Rosaria for a year in which they would be living with other Bearers, farmers, researchers, and a few soldiers while they worked to stop the advancement of the Blight from the north. During this year they would be paid for each day they worked and should spend their down time learning new skills. At the end of the year they can either continue working on the Blight issue or find a new job of their choice. They were to use their magic sparingly and stop completely if the crystal’s curse started to appear. The few Castle Bearers that were already showing signs of the crystal’s curse were given a choice, join the group going north but acting as research assistants or joining the Undying or join the army and learn to wield a sword. All had agreed to travel north and be research assistants not wanting to leave their friends.

“The Duchess will be the last of our worries once word spreads to Sanbreque and Dhalmekia that we’ve stopped branding Bearers.” The foreign diplomatic advisor warned. “It goes against the treaty we have with the other Kingdoms. The treaty explicitly states that none would set their sights on ruling the Crystalline Dominion and that Bearers were to be tested for at birth and branded into slavery.”

“How long can we keep what we’re doing quiet?” Elwin asked.

“Maybe a year until something more substantial than rumor gets out. There will be questions on why we’ve stopped importing crystals completely but no more than when we started decreasing the number we were importing. There’s no way to stop traders or travelers from spreading rumors, nor monitoring any stolases that get sent, so rumors will spread to the other kingdoms. There’s no stopping that, but a confrontation by Emperor Slyvestre Lesage or the Dhalmekian Republic? Maybe two years. They’ll want to confirm the rumors first and then decide how they want to respond.”

“We’re already planning a fight with the Iron Blood in a bid to regain control of Drake’s Breath, can we afford a war with Sanbreque or Dhalmekia on top of that?” Rodney asked.

“It’s unfortunate that none of the Castle Bearers were interested in joining the soldiers… Having more than Clive who can wield magic on the battlefield would have been beneficial. Joshua is too young to send out as the Phoenix.” Elwin drummed his fingers on the table in thought. “We’ll just need to continue to give it as an option for the Bearers. I won’t have us become like Sanbreque who create a Bearer only arm of the army that are sent on suicide missions. If any Bearers join they are to integrate in with the soldiers as any Rosaria born citizen.”

“The Marquess might be able to help there,” Rodney mused. “We can send him north for a month or two and have him train there. Maybe seeing him use both in spars with the soldiers will encourage Bearers to join after their year of work.”

“I know the lad is keen to explore more of the Kingdom, maybe have him spend a few weeks at each location.” Byron added. “He’d get practice sparring against a larger variety of opponents and even test his blade against the wildlife in defense of the communities.”

“It would be good for the soldiers too. Learning to fight with someone who can use both magic and sword.” Rodney said.

“Unless there are other reservations or concerns then let’s move forward. How long until everyone can be informed of the change?” Elwin nodded and then moved the meeting forward.

Two weeks to have word reach all settlements was the general consensus. A month for ordinary citizens to comply before fines started was the next agreement as well as the price of the fine. As many tradesmen didn’t have viable alternatives to magic yet in place it was agreed that tradesmen can apply for a delay in turning over Bearers as long as they could prove that there was no alternative available. However, all tradesmen needed to work towards finding an alternative and once one was made available they would have a month in which to transition over. The tradesmen would also be given the same set of rules they would need to follow regarding Bearers as the Bearers being redeployed: paid for the work they do, proper rest breaks, food and shelter, the time to learn new skills, and when the crystal’s curse appears they are to be turned over to the castle to be partnered with researchers.

All agreed there would be many fines doled out given how big of a change this would mean for the Kingdom. The Castle treasurer was quick to point out that the gil coming in from the fines would more than make up for what was lost in purchasing the crystals and Bearers.

They all prepared for unrest and could only hope that it wouldn’t lead to treason or defections.

oOo

“Elwin! How could you agree to pass this law? Making Bearers equal to Rosarians?” Anabella finally confronted him in his study, slamming the door behind her.

“Anabella, please come in.” Elwin sat down the report he was reading. So far people were turning over their crystals and Bearers without much complaint. The gil they were receiving was likely helping them with the decision. He waved away the guard that had opened the door behind her, one hand on his sword. If Anabella tried to attack, Elwin’s own sword was nearby and he could defend himself easily from the lady who only knew court life.

“What is this nonsense?”

“The Bearers are being put to work shoring up our borders from the increasing Blight problem. I will not allow Rosaria to become like the North where my people become refugees to another Kingdom.”

“So they’re still slaves? The rumors that they are free people is incorrect?” She asked, one hand pressing down her bodice and skirt. “My ladies must have misunderstood their families when they said that their Bearers had been set free.”

“They are free, or rather will be after they complete a year of work where they have been sent.” Elwin calmly said. “While they are working for the next year they will be paid for the time they are working and are being encouraged to learn new skills that will help them once their year is complete. The bill makes it illegal for new Bearers to be branded as well. If someone is found to be a Bearer they will be asked to join in the work, but if they say no or want to do something else they are free to choose to do so.”

“How can you let them be free to terrorize the good, normal people?”

“How are they terrorizing anyone?”

“With magic! They and the crystals are the only way to use magic. In fact, they are worse than crystals since they use up food and resources that are needed by normal people.”

“They are people granted the ability to access the same magic Dominants can but without an Eikon. I’m sure if given the choice many will not want to use magic considering using it leads them to getting the crystal’s curse. No one would willingly choose the fate of being turned to stone.” Elwin stated. “Joshua certainly didn’t choose that as his fate, yet that will be his fate at some point if he isn’t killed by war earlier.”

“Joshua will not turn to stone. He may be ill now, but the Phoenix is a strong Eikon. Joshua will lead Rosaria into growing larger. Rosaria can become as large as Sanbreque if only you would push.” Anabella straightened her spine, hands clasped in front of her as she stared at Elwin. “You had opportunity to expand Rosaria’s borders in the battle with the North and yet you settled for taking a ward and refugees instead.”

“The Phoenix may be a strong Eikon, Anabella, but don’t delude yourself in thinking that Joshua’s fate is anything but dying in battle with another Eikon or being turned to stone from the crystal’s curse like my father.” Elwin leaned forward in his chair. “The treaty with the North ensured they wouldn’t continue to press on our borders because of the Blight taking their lands. Rosaria is fighting the Blight instead of running like others do. Others will lose land to the Blight and Rosaria will remain strong. There’s no need to push to expand when the Blight will do it for us.”

“You’re a bleeding heart, Elwin. Careful that it doesn’t become physical.” She turned on her heel and marched from the room.

“So I’m guessing I’ll need to tell the men to keep a closer eye on her.”

Elwin turned to the man standing at the bookshelf in his office. Anabella apparently hadn’t realized that the Lord Commander was in a meeting with Elwin when she barged in. “I had hoped that Clive was wrong after things being non-existent on that front these past years.”

oOo

It was a sunny afternoon and Clive was passed a message from a dark auburn headed soldier, Sir Tyler, to meet the Archduke and his Highness, the Phoenix, in the Broken Hilt south of Eastpool after his training had finished. Lord Murdoch stopped his training early so that Clive could get cleaned up before leaving. Clive didn’t know why he was meeting father and Joshua so far from the capital, but he quickly saddled up Ambrosia and rode out once he had changed his undertunic.

It didn’t take long for Clive to reach the area Elwin and Joshua had settled. He was slightly surprised to see an Undying there with them and realized this likely had to do with Joshua priming.

“Ah, Clive, there you are.” Elwin beckoned Clive forward as he hopped down from Ambrosia, releasing her to graze with the other white chocobo. “Given your success with fire magic we’re hoping you can practice a bit with Joshua under careful watch. We want to see if he’s ready to prime.”

“So we are here, away from citizens who might get hurt if he does.” Clive nodded his head.

“Yes, priming can be dangerous the first time it happens. Not always, but it’s best to limit the potential for casualties.” The hooded Undying stated.

“Well, Joshua knows how to summon the Phoenix light.” Clive smiled as Joshua took his hand once he was close enough. “He’s been using it to sneak into my room after he has a nightmare.”

“You said you’ll always protect me,” Joshua blushed.

With a chuckle Clive squeezed Joshua’s hand, “against any foe. Always.”

“Well that’s a good step,” the Undying nodded. “Now to try sub-priming. Calling forth the Eikon without fully shifting into them.”

Clive knelt on one knee before Joshua and whispered “the Phoenix likes you and will come easily. They say that it should be instinctual for you. Feel for the Phoenix like I’ve taught you, let him fill you but don’t completely release him. Not yet.”

“I’ll try,” Joshua nodded, eyes locked on Clive. Clive watched as he took a deep breath and held it before closing his eyes as he breathed out.

“Feel him here,” Clive pressed his fist to Joshua’s chest. “Feel his warmth.”

They all watched as thin flames and a wind seemed to pick up around Joshua. Phoenix wings sprouted from Joshua’s back and his hair turned strawberry blond with streaks of red.

“Beautiful, Joshua, hold the Phoenix there.” Clive praised his brother. Joshua opened his once blue eyes to show them glowing orange.

“Well done, your Highness.” The Undying stated.

“It’s so warm. The Phoenix likes you too, brother.” Joshua said.

“Release the power,” Clive directed him to do, “holding it too long can drain your energy.” They all watched as Joshua released the Phoenix and returned to his normal state.

“Well done, Joshua.” Elwin patted Joshua’s shoulder. “While we’re here we should see if Clive can do the same with his Eikon.”

“You want me to semi-prime Ifrit, father?” Clive looked up at Elwin in shock.

“Tensions are increasing with the Iron Kingdom again, especially with the rumors that they have Garuda’s Dominant under their control. We may need the Fire Eikon at the front lines soon.”

“Are things really so dire?” Clive asked in concern.

“Not yet, but I will feel more relieved knowing you can call upon Ifrit when needed.”

Clive nodded and stood. He got a feeling of concern from Ifrit and a flash of someone burning to death the last time he manifested. The images flashed past so quickly that Clive couldn’t tell who the person was but he understood the warning all the same. Ifrit worried the same would happen again here. The other Eikons inside of him seemed to disagree though.

Clive, heeding Ifrit’s concern, backed up a bit further before he called upon the Eikon. He could feel the flames bloom in his chest and start to wrap around him and knew that his blue eyes started glowing an electric blue while streaks of red flame appeared in his black hair. Streaks of lava appeared around him as he held Ifrit in the semi-primed state for a few minutes before releasing his powers.

“So cool!” Joshua cheered, rushing forward to grab Clive’s hand again.

“Interesting indeed.” The Undying stated. “I believe you have no reason to be concerned, Your Grace. Rosaria is protected by an Eikon of Fire. As long as the soldiers know not to say anything, you can put the Marquess on the front lines and have the Eikon rally the troops in battle.”

“We should have brought Jill along with us,” Clive looked over at his father, “or have you forgotten she will manifest Shiva?”

“I should have guessed when you said she was important all those years ago. Have you said anything to her?”

“No, father.”

“Good. Don’t. I will speak to her later. If she hasn’t manifested yet there may be a reason for it. Until she does then she will be treated like any other child.”

“Yes, father.” Joshua and Clive intoned together. Clive couldn’t help but hope it would be soon though.

Chapter 8: Plots

(In Year of the Realm 859)

Clive rode next to Tyler and Wade, a black haired battle axe wielding shield, as they made their way north of Phoenix Gate. He had been directed by his father to visit and stay for a week at each of the sites where Bearers were working to combat the Blight. While in each location he’d spar with the soldiers stationed there and help fight any wildlife that got too close, speak with the Bearers, and help with the research if an opportunity came up. After each trip he’d report home and give his father an update on the site’s status before sparring with Lord Murdoch to see what he had learned while gone. Thankfully it also included time to spend with Joshua before he would leave again for the next location.

Tyler and Wade were both full time shields, Wade being promoted from squire last year, and would accompany him to all of the locations. Ifrit seemed to approve of both men, especially Wade, so Clive trusted them. He knew he still had another few years of training before Lord Murdoch would declare him ready, but he was hopeful that this mission would speed that up. He was eager to be out of training.

“My Lord, we should break here for lunch,” Tyler called out, nodding over to a small group of trees just off the path they could stop at. “We can continue north after and should arrive before evening falls.”

“Sounds good.” Clive directed Ambrosia to the side of the road and hopped off. From one of his saddle bags he pulled out a canteen and his pack of dried jerky. “Do you think we need to find a spring for the chocobos before we continue on?”

“Wouldn’t be a bad idea.” Tyler nodded, “there should be one a bit further down that we’ll pass after lunch. Or at least there was the last time I came this way with His Grace.”

“Should I go scout for it?” Wade asked, pausing from leaving his chocobo.

“No need. Let’s all eat something first. Getting out of the saddle will do us and the chocobos some good. After we eat we can all walk down to it. It shouldn’t be far.” Tyler responded as he grabbed his own food and canteen.

“Have you been to this site before, Sir Tyler?” Clive asked before taking a bite of his jerky.

“I was a part of the guard that escorted the Castle Bearers up,” Tyler said before taking a drink. “It’s our northernmost section and covers a wide valley before the border. Many Bearers were taken there because of how much land is being covered by the group.There will be quite a lot for you to show off for, my Lord.”

Clive fought to keep a blush from forming. “I wish you wouldn’t call me that. I’m a squire,” he shook his head, “training to be a First Shield. You shouldn’t worry about that kind of propriety with me.”

“You’re the son of the Archduke first and foremost,” Tyler shook his head. “Regardless of what level of the army you get to, that is your first title. It matters. Until the Phoenix can join us in battle, you are his representative for us. We know you have his blessing and one of your goals on these trips is to encourage other Bearers to join the army. It’s important work.”

“Besides, shouldn’t you be used to being addressed like that?” Wade asked as he took his own seat.

“It just feels weird.” Clive grumbled, “but you’re right. I represent Joshua and shouldn’t worry about it.”

“That’s the spirit.” Tyler grinned at him. “We’ll help however we can too.”

“Of course,” Wade grinned. “We’ve seen you in the sparring pits, and we’ve spared a few times, we can talk about how working with a magic user has helped make us better.”

Clive couldn’t hold back the blush this time. He just wasn’t used to anyone who wasn’t Joshua, his father, Uncle Byron, Jill, or Lord Murdoch complimenting him. Jill had been by to watch a few of his spars with Joshua, when they could escape his mother’s watch.

“Ah, you’ll need to learn to manage that blush, my Lord, or you’ll be turning everyone’s heads at the site.” Tyler teased lightly. “I’m not sure his Grace will be too happy if we have to fight everyone off because you’re too sweet.”

“Sir Tyler!” Clive’s blush deepend. He wanted them to relax more around him, but didn’t expect them to tease him.

Tyler and Wade both laughed as Clive fought his blush under control. “You’re just like my younger brother.” Tyler said as his laugh faded. “He’s a year younger than you, my Lord, and easily blushes when teased.”

“Is your brother training as a squire?” Clive asked in curiosity. He didn’t recall seeing anyone who looked like Tyler in the training yards.

“No, he’s apprenticed to one of the bakers in Rosalith.” Tyler shook his head. “My uncle’s family runs the place.”

More stories about Tyler’s and Wade’s families kept the group of three entertained as they finished lunch and wandered down to the spring to water the chocobos. Within half an hour they were back in the saddle and heading to the settlement. Clive felt more relaxed around his escorts and started looking forward to his mission.

oOo

“Come on, my Lord, you can dodge better than that when you use the Phoenix’s blessing,” Clive heard Tyler call from the sidelines as he sparred with one of the soldiers at the settlement. “Don’t make me report to Lord Murdoch that you’re slowing down!”

Clive grunted as he dodged a swing from his opponent. The man was surprisingly good at dodging any fires Clive tossed his way. He had been trying to avoid casting the Phoenix Shift during this spar since he knew he had another waiting for him at the end of this one. He wanted some energy left for it.

After arriving three days ago Clive was given the first afternoon and night to speak with the researchers and catch up on the current status of things. The second day was spent speaking to various Bearers about how they found their time in the settlement. Now he was sparring with various opponents. This was already his third spar today!

“Come now, my Lord, let’s show your abilities off properly. You won’t convince many Bearers to join the army with moves like that.” His opponent taunted him. Clive knew it was a taunt to get him to show off more and that he should stick with his plan, but he also knew he had to answer it.

As he swung at his opponent he saw Phoenix flash a vision in his mind. He was stepping forward and swinging his wooden sparring sword from the ground up at the same time as a flaming wing swept along the same path and blasted his opponent into the air. Clive stepped back as he rapidly tried to make sense of what he was shown. As the soldier stepped forward to reengage him, Clive stepped and tried to copy what the Phoenix showed him. Sure enough a flame wing appeared and followed his sword arm up before him and caused his opponent to stagger back in surprise. Clive quickly pressed forward and disarmed the man.

“Yield?” He asked, sword pointed at the man’s throat. He was surprised the sword hadn’t caught fire, but he wasn’t about to look a gift chocobo in the mouth.

“Yield.”

“That’s new,” Wade called out from his spot by Tyler. “When did you learn to do that?”

“Just now,” Clive said as he panted, trying to catch his breath. That move took more energy to do than a simple fireball. Not quite as much as a Phoenix Shift, but enough that he was glad the spar ended when it did.

“Founder… give a guy a warning the next time you plan to experiment.” His opponent chuckled as he picked up his wooden sparring sword. “That would probably be good against the spiders around here though. They aren’t fans of flames after all. We should send you out with the next patrol and see if you can clear a few of their nests out.”

“That would be good practice.” Clive nodded. “I’d be happy to help if I can. All experience is good for me now. The more I get, the sooner Lord Murdoch will declare my training over.”

“Eager lad are you?”

“I can’t be Joshua’s First Shield until I finish training. I want that to happen sooner rather than later.” Clive shook his head.

“Understandable. His Highness is young yet. You have time at least.”

Clive shrugged in response.

“Ready for your last opponent?” Tyler asked from the side. “Or do you need a longer break?”

“I could use a longer break, that last spell took more energy than expected.”

“Then come and sit.” Tyler nodded to the fence he was standing next to. “I know Lord Murdoch would likely have you continue since you don’t get to choose when you rest in a battle, but you need to build stamina first. Do you run in the mornings?”

“Sometimes, it depends on if I have tutoring or not that day.” Clive answered honestly. When he didn’t have tutoring he had time to go for runs around the Castle, but if he had lessons they took up all of his morning hours before his training in the afternoon.

“While we’re here you should make sure to go on runs in the morning and at the end of the day. Build your stamina up. You can ride your chocobo out to a set distance and then run back by her side.”

“I can go with you on them.” Wade offered. “I typically do my runs up to the Castle and home at the end of the day. We don’t have a hill here to run up, but the uneven terrain is just as good. Instead of dodging rocks we’ll go up and over them.”

“Sounds like a plan, Sir Wade.” Clive nodded.

By the end of the first week Clive had two of the younger Bearers come speak to him about helping the soldiers more. Clive encouraged them to learn a bit of sword work and then join the soldiers on their patrols. During the second week, Clive continued to spar while mixing fire magic and sword work. Already he could tell that the runs with Sir Wade helped his stamina during fights. Now he could Phoenix Shift multiple times without a problem and he had been working on the Rising Flames attack. He couldn’t wait to show Lord Murdoch and Joshua it. With it he might even be able to secure a win with Lord Murdoch.

At the end of his fifth month on the mission Clive had visited the five research sites, met hundreds of Bearers actively working at the sites, reported on updates for each site, and even got a solid handful of Bearers interested in joining the army ranks once their year was up. Lord Murdoch was happy with that news since the Bearers would be able to start training with the soldiers at the research sites before returning to the nearest city to join that barracks. By the time that would happen he hoped that the soldiers would be used to the idea that they’d be working alongside Bearers to defend Rosaria and her interests.

Elwin took all the news as positive proof that Clive’s idea to fight the Blight was working. His advisors were happy with the news as well. The only problem was diplomatic relations with Dhalmekia and Sanbreque were becoming strained as more and more rumors came up about Rosaria breaking part of the peace treaty. Clive had heard that some of the rumors were coming directly from his mother and her ladies in letters they were sending to ‘friends’ abroad. Clive worried about what else was in these letters, but Elwin assured his son that he and Lord Murdoch were keeping an eye on her correspondence.

Notes:

Small chapter - but I will say that during this year (859) elsewhere in Valisthea:

Cidolfus rescues Benedikta from the Iron Kingdom and takes her back to Waloed.
Dion and Terence get their dragon eggs and are now waiting for them to hatch.

Chapter 9: Remembrance

(In Year of the Realm 860)

Clive did a last check of all the items strapped to Ambrosia. Many things would be in the wagons, but as a soldier he would be expected to keep his things with his chocobo while on assignment. Yesterday was the ceremony where Clive was officially promoted from squire to First Shield of Rosaria - charged with the protection of Joshua and blessed by the flames of the Phoenix. He had been blessed three years prior, but now his training was officially over.

His mother had not been happy with it. Clive heard from Jill that Anabella had complained loudly and often about how the “failure couldn’t possibly be the best choice for Joshua’s protector” and how “she hated the idea of the worthless failure being near her precious boy”. It seems that anytime the situation was brought up she bemoaned what a failure Clive was, no matter who was within listening distance. Elwin had to order her attendance at the ceremony and she left as soon as she could, visually snubbing Clive to anyone who cared to look. Clive wouldn’t have minded her not attending.

Today, though, everyone was departing for Twinside in the Crystalline Dominion to partake in the Remembrance Ceremony. Joshua and Jill, with Torgal in tow, would be riding in a carriage alongside Anabella and a few of her ladies. Clive, Byron, Elwin, and Lord Murdoch with a small selection of soldiers would be riding chocobos. It would take them around two weeks to get to the Crystalline Dominion if all went well and they’d arrive two days before the Ceremony. It was the 20th anniversary of the non-aggression treaty being signed and the first Clive would be attending since Elwin had sent Byron in their place during the last Ceremony ten years ago. Clive was slightly worried that the Iron Kingdom might try to make a move while they were gone, but Lord Murdoch was leaving a majority of the army behind to defend their borders.

“Do I have to ride in the wagon the whole time? Couldn’t I sit in front of you? Ambrosia can handle both of us, can’t she?” Joshua asked from his spot next to Clive, watching as Clive checked the last strap was buckled securely.

“I’m sure there would normally be some places you can ride with me, but Ambrosia isn’t just carrying me all day long, she’s carrying all of my things for the next month too.” Clive turned and wrapped an arm around Joshua’s shoulders. “It would be irresponsible of me to tire her out by making her carry more. What if I need to split off to guard the wagon against wild beasts with the soldiers? I can’t do that if you’re with me on her.”

“It just means you’d stay and protect me.” Joshua pouted up at him.

“Joshua! Come away from there.” Anabella barked out from the back of the wagon. “Come in where it’s covered. I don’t want you getting sick again.”

Clive nudged the boy’s shoulder. Everyone knew it wasn’t concern of Joshua getting sick again that caused her to call him over. It was her not wanting Joshua near Clive. “Go on. I’ll be right beside you. Take care of Torgal for me. He’ll likely get restless sitting in the wagon the whole time.”

“I will.” Joshua nodded before he walked to the back of the wagon and climbed in to sit next to Jill upfront, ignoring Anabella.

“Everyone ready?” Lord Murdoch called out, looking over the soldiers and their mounts.

“Yes, sir!” Clive chimed in with the rest.

“Mount up!” Clive eagerly hopped onto Ambrosia. Clive hoped the trip to Twinside would be uneventful. He was looking forward to seeing Dion and Terence again and introducing Jill to them. He did wonder if he’d meet any of the other Dominants since important people from Sanbreque, Dhalmekia, and Waloed were expected to be in attendance given all kingdoms had signed the treaty.

After two weeks of traveling Clive was happy to set his things down in the room assigned to him and Joshua for the Remembrance Ceremony. It had been a fight between Elwin and Anabella on the road once she found out that the brothers would be sharing a room. Jill’s room was to the right of theirs with Uncle Byron on their left. Lord Murdoch was across from them and a few doors down the hallway towards the back of the inn was his father’s room. Clive hadn’t paid attention to where his mother ended up with her ladies, but he hoped it was far from him.

Everyone attending the Remembrance Ceremony was staying in an inn near the city center. All kingdoms were limited in the number of representatives they could bring to attend the event just so that Twinside wasn’t overrun with foreign armies and rulers. This was supposed to be a peaceful time, where everyone set aside their grievances to celebrate the treaty.

“Thank you.” He said to the Bearers who helped unload their things and take everything to the assigned room. He was unsurprised but sad when the Bearer flinched from his words. Instead of making the man more uncomfortable, Clive turned his attention to Joshua who was sitting on his bed petting Torgal. “Want to grab Jill and see if father will allow us to search out Dion?”

“Could we?”

“There shouldn’t be any plans until dinner. Let’s go ask.” Joshua left the bed, hurrying to grab Clive’s hand before they left the room. It didn’t take them long to find Elwin, who was in his room speaking with Rodney and Byron. “Father, would it be permissible for Joshua, Jill, and I to search out Prince Dion?” Clive asked after they were given permission to enter.

“No leaving the inn.” Elwin stated after looking over Clive and Joshua in silence for a minute. “Joshua, you must promise to listen if Clive gives you an order.”

“Of course, father!” Joshua nodded his head.

“And Clive,”

“Sir.”

“You are his First Shield. It is on you to protect him from any and all harm. You may take Jill with you, but don’t forget that Joshua is always to be your first priority.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” Clive nodded his head in seriousness. He would protect both to the best of his ability but understood that Joshua came first.

“Then enjoy your afternoon. If you can’t find Prince Dion, return to your rooms where we will collect you for dinner. If you find him, then be sure to send a note on where you will be. No leaving the inn.”

“Yes, father.” Joshua and Clive chimed together before they slightly bowed to Elwin. Clive nodded to Lord Murdoch and Byron before he led Joshua from the room. It didn’t take them long to collect Jill from her room, who was eager to leave behind ‘boring stitch work’, and they agreed to start their search with the inn’s courtyard where tables were set up to allow patrons to enjoy the great summer weather and views of the Strait of Autha. If they couldn’t see any signs of the Prince there they’d search each floor.

As Clive stepped into the courtyard he had to shield his eyes from the shine of the sun which was high in the sky being mid-afternoon. Once his eyes adjusted he looked around and could see groups clustered in different sections of the enclosed courtyard. Tans and browns from Dhalmekia’s contingent were off to the right, Rosaria’s own black and red soldier uniforms were not far from Rosaria’s ally. Clive waved to a soldier who raised his hand in greeting before looking to the left. Sure enough he could see people in white and silver seated at the far end of the courtyard.

“That looks promising,” Clive pointed over to them.

“Then let’s see if they’re there. Come on!” Joshua pulled Clive and Jill forward by their hands. Joshua’s red coat, Clive’s black and white leathers, and Jill’s white and blue dress definitely made them stand out as they drew closer to the soldiers dressed in white. Clive looked over the group, hoping to see Dion’s blond hair in the midst of all the brunettes.

“Are you lost?” A soldier stood and approached them.

Clive shifted to stand before Joshua. Sure the man was unarmed, they all were, but he was still Joshua’s protector. He would not be accused of not doing his job. Torgal, if he hadn’t been taking a nap back in the room, would surely be growling at him.

“We are searching for his highness, Prince Dion of Sanbreque, or Terence.” Clive stated clearly as Joshua leaned around him to look for himself. Jill simply stood with a smile. She wouldn’t know who to look for having never met the Prince before.

“And who is ‘we’?” The man asked, looking them over.

“Marquess Rosfield! The Prince and I were wondering when your party would arrive.” Clive breathed a sigh of relief as Terence came into view. The fourteen year old squire was slightly taller than Clive, much to his consternation. “Come, the Prince and I have a table with refreshments.”

“Sir Terence!” Joshua called out in joy, waving at the other boy.

“Phoenix,” Terence lightly nodded, “it is good to see you well.” Terence waved them closer and Clive directed Joshua before him while he kept an eye on the man who had stopped and questioned them. Jill followed closely behind. Terence led the three of them closer to the half wall at the edge of where the Sanbreque soldiers were grouped. Dion stood upon their approach.

“Marquess, your highness. It is good to see you in good health. Is this Lady Jill?” Clive was pleased that Dion was slightly shorter than him. Making Terence the tallest of the group and Joshua the shortest and youngest. Clive was sure he’d get another growth spurt soon and then he’d be taller than Terence again.

“Your highness,” Clive said in return, “Yes, this is Princess Jill Warrick from the Northern Territories, now Ward of Rosaria. Jill, please meet Prince Dion of the Holy Empire of Sanbreque and Sir Terence.”

“Hello,” Jill dipped into a small curtsey while Dion and Terence slightly bowed to her.

“Come, sit. Did you just arrive?” Dion waited until Joshua and Jill had seated before he reclaimed his seat.

“Yes, about an hour ago. It took some time to sort out the rooms.” Clive shook his head.

“Mother insisted on changing where hers was located.” Joshua grumbled.

“How vexing,” Dion said in commiseration. “Well you’re here now. Hopefully none of us will be required to attend too many stuffy meetings.”

“I just hope that Her Grace doesn’t insist that I stay inside all day practicing my stitching,” Jill lightly grumbled. “My fingers need a break.”

“Do you know how to play Orlog?” Terence asked her. “His Highness and I were planning to start a game while we waited for you to arrive. If you don’t know it, it would be a good way to give your fingers a break.”

“Her Grace hasn’t allowed me to learn, says it’s a dumb game only soldiers play and lose money on.” Jill blushed.

“That’s ok, Jill. I’m not great at it. We can play together though.” Joshua said as he placed a hand on her arm.

“Sounds like the next few days will be a good opportunity for you to learn then.” Dion stated looking at her. “Clive, do you play?”

“I’ve played a few games with some of the soldiers in the Castle barracks. They usually win but refuse to bet on my games.” Clive shrugged. “I’ve watched a lot of games though. Lord Murdoch and Uncle Byron are quite good at it.”

“Well Terence and I can play a game while we show Jill how it’s done and then we can all take turns.” Dion said as Terence set a pouch on the table. “We didn’t bring bowls with us, so we’ll have to be careful of the dice being rolled.” He said as Terence dumped out the bag. Twelve dice, health stones, Eikon figures, and golden Eikon tokens fell out of the bag. Clive picked up the Garuda figure and marveled at the craftsmanship.

“These are beautiful. Much more intricate than the pieces the soldiers at home have.” Clive commented as Joshua pulled his hand down so he could see the piece better.

“Father had these commissioned for me when he found out I liked playing.” Dion stated.

“How do you play?” Jill asked as the boys set up their sides of the table.

“Your goal is to defeat your opponent by taking away all their health, each starting with 15 health stones. Each player has six dice they roll each turn, selecting which ones they want to keep, then the opponent rolls and chooses. Each take turns to roll the dice not chosen up to two more times before the selection is set. Then if you have Eikon tokens available, you can spend them to use an Eikon Favor. Each Eikon has a different favor. Then resolutions take place, with each dice effect and Eikon Favor happening in order.” Clive explained. “Dice faces do different things. The sword does one melee damage, the halberd one ranged damage, the helmet blocks one melee damage, the shield blocks one ranged, and the hand lets you steal one Eikon token from your opponent. Any dice face with an outline grants you one Eikon token.”

“You said each Eikon Favor does something different?” She asked, looking over the figures.

“Yeah!” Joshua cheered. “Phoenix heals, Shiva removes opposing swords and halberds, um… Ramuh deals health damage…”

“Bahamut adds a halberd for each halberd already rolled,” Terence picked up the explanation. “Odin removes opposing helmets. Titan adds a helmet and shield for each helmet and shield already rolled. Garuda removes opposing shields and Leviathan adds a sword for each sword already rolled. Each player gets to choose three Eikon pieces that they will use that game. So you need to be strategic on which you choose as you cannot change them and if your opponent chooses one you cannot use them.”

“Let me guess,” Clive placed his chin in his hand as he leaned forward, “Dion always chooses Bahamut as one of his.”

Dion sniffed and didn’t deign to reply. He simply reached over and picked up the figures representing Bahamut, Shiva, and Garuda. Terence, obviously expecting the choices, grabbed Phoenix, Ramuh, and Titan. He then placed Leviathan and Odin back in the bag for safe keeping.

Joshua shifted to kneel on his chair so that he could lean over the table as Dion and Terence started playing. Clive did his best to explain what was happening to Jill as each teen took their turn, slowly chipping away at each other’s health. They played slowly so that Clive would have time to explain. After the first game, Jill asked them to play it again so she could see how it worked a second time. Dion and Terence happily did so. It was a very close game with Dion taking Terence’s last health before Terence could use the Phoenix’s favor to heal. Dion won with two health points left.

“Orlog huh? Aren’t you all too young to be playing that?” They all turned at the unexpected voice approaching their table. Clive wondered how he missed signs of the giant coming their way. He could feel Titan shifting within him as the man drew closer.

“Are all Dhalmeks so tall?” Joshua asked in awe, looking up at the tall man. Jill slapped a hand to her mouth to block the giggles that wanted to burst forth.

“Maybe it’s his Eikon that’s making him so tall.” Clive mused to Joshua who ‘eeped’ in surprise not realizing he had spoken aloud. “Good day, Sir Kupka, Titan’s Dominant.” Clive was tempted to stand but knew it wouldn’t make much difference. The man would dwarf him standing or sitting.

“Orlog is a good test of strategy, surely there’s no age requirement to it beyond being able to understand the mechanics.” Dion stated looking up at the man. “Greetings, Titan’s Dominant.”

“Bahamut’s Dominant. And you must be the little Phoenix Dominant.” Hugo barely glanced at Dion before looking over Joshua.

“Marquess, Your Highnesses,” Tyler called out to them as he walked up, interrupting anything else Hugo might have said. “His Grace is asking for you.”

“Thank you for the message, Sir Tyler. Prince Dion, Sir Terence, we shall have to pick this up tomorrow.” Clive stood and helped steady Joshua as he climbed down from his seat and Jill stood.

“Thank you, Prince Dion and Sir Terence for teaching me about the game. I hope I will have the opportunity to play it in the future.” Jill curtseyed before walking over to Tyler. Clive shooed Joshua before him to join her.

“Sir Kupka,” Clive nodded to the giant Dhalmek as he walked around the man. He was aware of the eyes on his back as Tyler led the three of them back into the inn. He hadn’t been aware of how long Dion and Terence’s games had gone on, both obviously played together often. “Do you know what father needs, Sir Tyler? I’m sorry we forgot to send a message when we found Dion like we said we would.” Clive asked as he drew even to the group.

“He simply sent me to confirm where you were, but when I saw Kupka headed to your table I figured I should interfere before something happened. I know this is supposed to be a neutral event but Dhalmekia and Sanbreque are not on the best of terms and it seemed safer to remove you from a potential situation.” The man explained as they all reentered the inn. “Also, Her Grace has asked after you, Your Highness,” Tyler looked at Joshua. “If we don’t want her causing a scene it’s best for you to go up and see her.”

Joshua frowned and Clive noticed his hands clench into fists. “I wish she wouldn’t fuss all the time. I barely coughed at all during the trip out here.”

“You are doing better,” Clive rubbed his hand on Joshua’s back as they started up the stairs. “We all noticed. I’ll set out a clean jacket for you to put on after seeing what mother wants.”

“Okay.” Joshua whispered when they reached their floor. He continued on with Tyler to where Anabella’s room ended up being while Jill and Clive stopped on the landing.

“I should probably go change too,” Jill sighed. “Thank you for introducing me to your friends. You speak of them so often and they’re just as you say. Very polite and kind.”

“I hope you didn’t find it too boring.”

“Not at all. I’ll see you at dinner.” Jill then wandered off to her room.

Clive went to follow her down the hall to his room when a spark down his back caused him to look over his shoulder at the stairs. He turned in time to see black leather clad legs with dark brown leather boots disappear to the next level up.

Notes:

This chapter and the next two all take place in the same year. There's just so much that it had to be broken up.

Also - kudos to anyone who knows what Orlog is from. I've just adapted it to fit this world.

Chapter 10: Interceptions

(In Year of the Realm 860)

Clive left his room with Joshua. They had just finished changing from their formal attire they wore to the morning’s Remembrance Ceremony for new formal attire that was to be worn for the celebratory feast. During the Ceremony lots of boring speeches were given and all four Kingdoms reaffirmed their agreement that the Crystalline Dominion would be a neutral space. Clive had to work hard to keep Joshua awake during the speeches while fighting off his own urge to nap. Thankfully they weren’t made to stand during the whole thing like some of the soldiers standing around the edges of the room.

Torgal didn’t like being locked in the room most of the day, but Clive couldn’t bring him to the Ceremony. Clive had to bribe the pup with a wild chocobo bone he procured from the inn’s kitchen in order to convince him to stay in the room for the rest of the night.

The Eikon aspects within him had definitely been buzzing the whole time though with so many Eikons in the same room. Clive had to stop himself from searching out each Dominant just to get the Eikons to settle down. It would have been near impossible for him to explain why the fifteen year old Marquess from Rosaria was approaching so many Dominants from other Kingdoms. He had already heard whispers of how friendly he and Joshua had been with the Prince of Sanbreque that first night.

“Marquess Clive and your Highness Joshua, I’m glad to find you so quickly.” Clive looked over his shoulder, down the hall towards the inn’s main staircase. Dion, with Terence a step behind, was coming down the hall towards them. A few of the Rosaria soldiers guarding the hall were watching them carefully.

“Prince Dion, Sir Terence. Can we help you with something?” Clive asked as he and Joshua stopped in the hall, allowing Dion and Terence to draw even with them. Joshua waved at them and Terence gave a small wave back.

“I-I believe I was mistakenly passed a message that looks like it would be of great interest to the Archduke.” Dion said quietly, eyes squeezing shut before opening and locking with Clive. Clive could see them steel in determination. “Can you facilitate an audience?”

“We were just going to meet with father now. He wanted to talk to us about the Ceremony earlier. I am sure he would not mind giving you an audience now.” Clive tilted his head.

“That would be appreciated.” Dion nodded. With a nod Clive led them down the hall to the room set aside for his father. Lord Murdoch was standing before it as guard and he raised a brow at seeing who was following Clive and Joshua.

“Lord Murdoch, is the Archduke available? Prince Dion has a message for him.” Clive stated formally.

“His Grace is currently speaking with Lord Byron but mentioned to send you both in once you arrived. He said nothing about not being disturbed.” Rodney opened the door and stepped through first to announce them. “Prince Dion of the Holy Empire of Sanbreque to see your Grace.”

“Come in.” They heard through the open door and Clive waved Dion and Terence to go in before them. Clive took Joshua’s hand and led him over to stand with Byron. Dion and Terence came to a stop in the middle of the room as Rodney closed the door and stood guard in front of it. “What can I do for the Prince of Sanbreque?” Elwin asked, turning to face Dion from his spot in front of a banked fire.

“Archduke Rosfield, I was passed a message at the end of the Ceremony this morning but did not have a chance to read the message until I returned to my rooms. I believe the message was meant for my father, His Radiance, but came to me by mistake. Once I read the contents however I was very concerned and thought you should be informed instead.” Dion stated, chin held high.

“And the reason you would seek me out instead of passing it along to it’s intended?” Elwin narrowed his eyes on the blond teen.

“It speaks of plans by the Duchess to marry my father and hand over the Phoenix and the Kingdom of Rosaria to Sanbreque to do as Sanbreque pleases after she has assassinated you and the Marquess. The message is a request to meet my father tonight to discuss the proposal further.” Dion carefully kept his eyes on Elwin, not daring to look at Clive or Joshua. Clive was thankful eyes weren’t on him as he felt his knees buckle in shock. He knew his mother disliked him, but to have him killed? He was grateful for Byron’s hand on his upper back and Joshua’s in his.

“Do you have the message on you?” Elwin said in the shocked silence that filled the room.

Dion waved Terence forward and Terence reached into his tunic, carefully removing a sheath of parchment to hand to Elwin. “We brought it straight here. It mentions that she had conversations with the Head of the Dragoon Knights who led her to believe the Emperor would be open to the proposal. I-” Dion took a steadying breath. “I cannot lie, Archduke, the Emperor would be interested in claiming Rosaria, that should not be a surprise, but I cannot abide by the idea that it came to pass by such underhanded tactics. If your Grace and Marquess Clive are to die, it should be from an honorable battle. Not assassinated through a treasonous plot by the Duchess. I know it is likely that as Bahamut’s Dominant I will likely meet the Phoenix on the field of battle if war were to break out between our Kingdoms, but this is cowardly and I cannot let my Emperor, my father, or my Kingdom be a part of such.”

“It is brave of you to come to me with this information, Prince Dion.” Elwin quickly read over the message before he passed it to Byron. “I thank you for the warning. We knew she was plotting something but had not yet figured out specific details. Please be assured that your part in this will not be made known by our hands. Lord Murdoch, take two of your most trusted and see the Duchess immediately removed from Twinside back to Rosaria. She is to be concealed while on the road. Have them wait for us at the pre-agreed spot with her. She is not to speak to anyone. If she tries to run, they have their orders.”

“Your Grace,” Lord Murdoch saluted Elwin before marching from the room, door closing behind him.

“I-”

“Thank you, Prince Dion.” Elwin’s eyes softened on the young teen. “I am very glad that you are such good friends with my boys. I worried they would have no one but each other, and rarely that given the Duchess’s dislike for my eldest. Is there anything I can provide you as thanks for revealing the plot details before they could be acted upon?”

“There is nothing at this moment, but a future favor would not be turned down…” Dion said after a glance at Terence.

“A future favor it is then. Byron, could you draw up an agreement so that it can be made official? The Grand Duchy of Rosaria agrees to provide Prince Dion Lesage of the Holy Empire of Sanbreque and Sir Terence with a favor each that is equal to two royal lives.” Elwin dictated to Byron who moved to grab a quill and parchment after making sure Clive was stable.

“Your Grace, that is-” Terence started to say before Elwin held up a hand to stop his protest.

“I am aware that the message was given to Prince Dion, however you concealed it and ensured its safe arrival. That deserves reward. Two royal lives saved, on top of countless others who may have fallen during her plot.”

“Thank you, your Grace.” Terence bowed his head.

“All these need is your signatures.” Byron called out as he finished writing two copies. Elwin waved Dion and Terence over to where Byron was seated. Clive watched as the two teens signed before his father did.

“Joshua, as future Archduke, you should add your signature as well.” Elwin waved Joshua over. “These favors have no end date, so depending on when the ask is made it may fall to you to ensure it is done.” Joshua hurried over after a last squeeze of Clive’s hand and signed where Elwin directed him. Byron shook dirt over the parchment to set the ink before he rolled them up and stamped them both with the Rosfield crest. One was handed to Prince Dion and the other was stored in his father’s trunk.

“Thank you, Prince Dion, for saving my father and Clive.” Joshua surprised everyone by lunging forward and pulling Dion into a hug. The blond raised his arms in surprise before lowering them around the smaller boy.

“I could not let my friend die by such treachery, nor make you sad, Joshua.” Clive could hear Dion whisper to Joshua.

“You should go before someone starts questioning why you’ve been gone so long or why the audience happened. Clive, Joshua, go with them. Grab Jill on your way and go play before the feast tonight.”

“But our discussion, father.” Clive started to ask, looking for some normality after receiving proof of how much his mother hated him.

“It can wait. You all need to act as if nothing happened. Prince Dion simply came to request your presence for games. Go.”

“Yes, father.” Clive nodded and led them all from the room.

oOo

The rest of their time in Twinside was shadowed by the news. Jill had tried to ask what happened, but Clive and Joshua refused to say anything. Whenever anyone asked about the Duchess they all said she came down sick and was resting, not to be disturbed. The ladies that had come to Twinside with her were all kept in the dark as well, only knowing she was asked to speak with the Archduke before disappearing. Thankfully the group only needed to make it through the feast and packing up the next morning.

So there’d be no questions about the numbers leaving town, a local girl was secretly hired, dressed in a hooded robe, and set to sit in the wagon with a soldier. When the ladies entered and moved to speak to the ‘Duchess’ they were informed by the soldier that the Duchess had lost her voice and needed her rest.

Once they had exited the city the group came to a halt. As the ‘Duchess’ dropped down from the wagon soldiers climbed in and tied up the ladies. The local girl was paid and allowed to return to town and Clive explained the situation to Jill. The group that continued the two week march back to Rosalith much more subdued than the group who had come to the Remembrance Ceremony.

“Father,” Clive urged Ambrosia to ride next to Elwin once they had crossed back into Rosaria’s borders.

“Yes, Clive?”

“What’s going to happen to mother and her ladies?”

“Treason carries a harsh punishment in Rosaria and has for centuries. Anabella and those who plotted with her will be executed. There is no other option. If she is set free there is no stopping her from continuing her plans from abroad.”

“But wouldn’t executing her cause more problems with the populace?”

“It will not be a public execution, Clive. The people of Rosaria will not be told the truth. This is how past issues of treason, if caught before public action is taken, have been handled. If she had succeeded and an attack occurred she would face public execution. On the chance she succeeded in killing us, then those who remained, if they were in a position to act, would be expected to. But all must look to Rosaria first, even if it means biding their time before revenge can happen.”

“So if she had succeeded but Uncle Byron was alive?”

“He would do what he could for Rosaria and bide his time before planning revenge.” Elwin explained. “But put that from your mind, son, her plan was found out and she was stopped.”

“Yes, sir.”

Before the group reached Eastpool, they turned off the road and made for the Broken Hilt. Clive recognized the clearing as the place where he and Joshua semi-primed before their father and an Undying. They pulled up and disembarked at the edge of the clearing. Before them Clive could see Anabella tied up and gagged, seated between two soldiers. Her ladies were directed to sit nearby.

“I hope you know why we are here, Anabella. Your note never got to the Emperor of Sanbreque. It was intercepted and given to me. Your plan has been revealed and stopped before it could be seen by another. For your plans of treason you are to be executed per Rosaria law. Those who plotted with you shall join you.” Elwin waved at the women who had tears spilling from their eyes. Anabella however remained indifferent to the situation. Well, not completely indifferent given the glare she shot at Clive who was holding Joshua’s hand. Jill stood behind them holding Torgal. “The people of Rosaria will be informed that we were attacked on the road by footpads. Unfortunately they attacked from behind and the Duchess and her attendants were unable to escape their blades, each receiving killing blows. Joshua had been riding with Clive at the time and was safe. Jill had jumped from the wagon with Torgal and hid. Her small size saved her while the guards tried their best to save the women. Unfortunately the footpads were just that much faster with their blades and out numbered us. Of course, all footpads were killed in revenge. Your bodies were cremated as is tradition for your side of the family.”

Clive pulled Joshua closer to his side, draping an arm around his shoulders as Elwin spoke the story that would be sent around. He could feel one of Joshua’s hands clench the bottom of his tunic and a small tremble in his shoulders.

“I hate her so much,” Joshua murmured to Clive when he looked down at his brother. “How could she want to kill you and father? Why?”

Elwin glanced back at them. “Clive, take Joshua and Lady Jill and wait for us at the previous clearing.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” Clive nodded his head, recognizing what his father was doing. Joshua didn’t need to see his mother killed before him, even if he only felt hate for her right now. Clive guided Joshua around and nodded Jill to walk before them. Joshua thankfully didn’t put up a fight, walking easily with Clive. At his low whistle, Ambrosia followed behind them.

“I’m so sorry, Clive… Joshua…” Jill stated as they came to a stop. “I-”

Clive shook his head at her. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Jill. This is the punishment for any who commit treason in Rosaria.”

“But she’s your mother,” Jill bit her lip. “I know your relationship hasn’t been the best.”

“She brought it upon herself.” Joshua stated with a vehemence that shocked Clive. “She would have seen father and Clive killed simply because she didn’t like something.”

The three waited in silence after that. Clive strained to hear the execution but didn’t hear anything. The only sign that it was completed was the plume of smoke that started to rise above the cliff face. Moments later Elwin, Byron, Rodney and a few soldiers came back around the corner with their chocobos. Joshua’s things had been added to Clive’s on Ambrosia already and Jill’s to Elwin’s. They’d all travel the last bit to Eastpool and Rosalith on foot with no wagon.

Clive did note that the soldiers and Rodney all now sported bloody rips in their armor, as if they had been in battle. Even Elwin and Bryon had scuffs on their outfits.

“Clive,” Elwin beckoned him over. “Rodney is going to attack. Dodge, but also take some damage to the arm. You need to look like you had protected Joshua.”

“Yes sir.” Clive nodded in understanding. He wasn’t given any time to turn to face the Lord Commander and his only warning was hearing the man draw his sword. As soon as the bite of steel hit his arm he Phoenix Shited away in a flash of fire. His arm was scratched, and his leathers slightly singed from the sudden shift. All of their clothes were already dusty from days on the road.

“Let’s go home. Joshua, come here.” Elwin lifted the boy onto his own chocobo once Joshua was close enough. “Lady Jill, I’m sorry you had to be a part of this.”

“I’m fine, Your Grace.” She shook her head.

“Would you prefer to walk or ride?”

“May I walk to start? We aren’t far.” Jill said after deliberating a moment.

“Of course. Let’s go.” Elwin stalked from the clearing.

Clive moved to follow before pausing and looking back at the pillar of smoke. Inside of him he could feel various emotions coming from the Eikons. Most clearly were the feelings of satisfaction from Ifrit and Phoenix.

Notes:

Oh that was satisfying... Dion needs more hugs though. Poor boy. That was not easy for him.

Also two more memes to enjoy after that rollercoaster:

Terence: Well it looks like I'm the odd one out.
Dion: What do you mean?
Terence: You're all royalty... and I'm not?
Joshua: You're not odd, Sir Terence! Don't say that
Dion: Of course you're not. You're my best friend that makes you close enough to royalty, Terence, don't be ridiculous.
Clive: What they said.
Jill: If it helps, I'm the only girl. That's like being the only one without a title, isn't it?

Clive: Hey, bestie, what does your favorite tutor know about the Blight? No reason just a funny thought! Annnnnyways how's Terence???
Dion: I don't know where to start...

Chapter 11: Night to Remember

Notes:

Given Valisthea is modeled off of Middle Ages Europe not sure if I need to have an 'underage' tag for this given their views back then, but here's a small warning for any who need it: teens drinking and having sex. Nothing is explicit, so no change in rating, but it's clear what they're doing. Clive is 15 and Gav is 16 (he felt close in age to Clive to me in the game so I chose to make him one year older).

(In Year of the Realm 860)

Two months after their return from the Remembrance Ceremony Clive was starting to feel restless. The announcement of the Duchess’ death has spread throughout the Kingdom and they had a day of observance held. Clive knew that select soldiers had been sent out after people in the court who had left service after her death. Some of whom were likely conspirators and would be killed like she had.

Now however, Clive was getting restless from being kept close to the Castle and having Jill constantly checking in on him and Joshua. He knew his friend meant well, but it was driving him crazy. He had even received personal condolence letters from Dion and Terence, delivered at the same time as the official letter from King Slyvestre to his father as one royal to another for the loss of the Duchess at the hand of outlaws. A letter from Dhalmekia’s Prime Minister came a day later. Elwin and Lord Murdoch could see his frustration mounting. Clive didn’t care that they were sending him out on a fake patrol with Tyler and Wade, he was just glad to be sent from the Castle and its inhabitants. Even if it meant leaving Joshua and Torgal behind for some time.

The three of them were going to Martha’s Rest for a week where they would work to keep wildlife from the hamlet. Lord Murdoch mentioned that a new scout would be arriving at the hamlet as part of their training and would scout for marks that the three would tackle for the week. They’d know the scout by the orange and brown leathers he wore.

When Clive heard the news an image of an older blond who was missing his right eye flashed through his mind along with the word ‘Gav’. Clive wondered if the person they’d be meeting was the same man, a younger version, or someone else entirely. It wasn’t always super clear why the Eikons would show him different things when a Dominant wasn’t involved, but they were typically important at some point, even if not right away.

It didn’t take long for the three to be packed and on the road south. Clive was sure Tyler and Wade knew the reason behind this mission but he was grateful for their silence on the matter. If another person gave him their sympathies he’d likely stab them.

“My Lord,” Tyler broke the silence as they passed through Greensleeves. “Did Lord Murdoch explain that you’ll be sharing a room while we are here for the week?”

“Yes, Sir Tyler, but he didn’t say with whom.” Clive looked at the older soldier who was lead on the mission.

“Wade will stay with me and you’ll be rooming with the scout we’re meeting.”

“Yes, sir.” It wasn’t unexpected. If Clive were a normal soldier he would have stayed in the barracks with the other squires when he was training and those were multiple bodies to a room depending on how many were going through training. He had no problem sharing a room with a stranger for the next week.

They paused to defeat a few death blossoms on their way through Greensleeves. Tyler gave him permission to practice a new move he was calling Scarlet Cyclone on the blossoms. He was still stumbling as he came out of the attack, but getting better at not becoming dizzy after spinning around so quickly while letting flames surround him. He had started practicing the move after they returned from Twinside.

Once they reached the inn, Clive was left to stable the three chocobos while Tyler and Wade went inside to see if the scout had arrived yet and to confirm their rooms were booked. He took care to stable the two yellow chocobos while Ambrosia calmly waited. After removing their saddles, reins, and packs he made sure they had fresh water, food and some gysahl greens. He then led Ambrosia into her pen and removed everything, placing his pack beside Tyler and Wade’s. After filling her water and food he hand fed her a few gysahl greens before he took a moment in the quiet to hug her, petting her neck as she switched between eating and pecking at his hair.

“I should take our packs in. Thank you for carrying me here, girl. Have a good rest.” With one last pet to her neck he slipped out and gathered the three packs to lug into the inn. Clive’s timing was good as when he made it to the top of the stairs leading to the inn’s front door it was opened by customers leaving. One of the men held the door open for Clive and Clive made sure to thank the man as he passed.

Tyler was directly before the door at the counter and waved him over. “The scout has arrived and is holding a table for us. Take the packs upstairs, yours to room four at the end of the hall and ours to room three. Then come back down and we’ll all grab dinner.”

“Yes, sir.” Clive took the room keys from Tyler and headed for the stairs he noticed to the left of the bar. Carefully he ascended the steps and then went down the landing. He placed Tyler and Wade’s packs on the table in their room, allowing them to choose who got which bed, before he carried down to the next door and entered. The bed on the left was obviously already claimed by the small pack resting on the foot of it. Clive set his own down before the bed to the right of the door, furthest away from the stairs leading to this level. He checked that the window over his bed was still locked before he left the room and relocked it. He confirmed that room three was locked as well before he wandered back downstairs.

It didn’t take him long for him to catch sight of Tyler, the man facing his direction with two bodies before him. One with Wade’s dark hair and the other blond. Likely their scout for the week.

“Good, come sit. Dinner’s been ordered and drinks will be here shortly. Clive, this is our new scout in training - Gav. Gav, meet the youngest of our little group - Clive.” Clive was grateful that Tyler didn’t give last names or use his title. New soldiers and squires sometimes didn’t know how to act around him and it often made it awkward.

“Nice to meet you,” the blonde sent a grin his way. Clive noted the blond’s green eyes taking him in. He couldn’t call the other teen out on it given he was doing the same. The blond teen’s hair was pushed back from his face, mostly kept short except for three small braids at the nape of his neck. He had a similar accent to Jill which led Clive to believe he had also come from the Northern Territories, likely as a refugee. Clive wondered if he had come with family or on his own, but knew it would be rude to ask.

“I look forward to working with you this week.” Clive smiled at him. Further conversation was paused as meals were placed in front of each of them along with a mug of beer by the serving girl. Each of them eagerly set into their hot meals.

“So, Gav,” Tyler said as they all were most of the way done with their meals. “We know Clive’s skills based on his training that we assisted with. Lord Murdoch however didn’t state where you were at with yours. What can you tell us?”

“Well, I’m a great tracker. My barracks commander says I have the nose for it, says I’m resourceful and determined. I’m also light on my feet and great with my daggers. I can use my sword but not as well. I’ve been doing missions like this out of Port Isolde and Auldyhl Docks for about a year now.”

“So we don’t need to worry about you getting into trouble you can’t get out of.”

“No, sir. A dead scout isn’t good for anyone. I know when to fight and when to run to fight another day.”

“Good. Then in the morning Wade and I will ask about what trouble has been about. We’ll then figure out which ones need to be tackled first and others that can wait a day or two. We’ll then let you know which ones to track down while we spend the afternoon taking care of pests getting too close.” Clive and Gav both nodded. “You’re both free for the rest of the night, but don’t leave the inn and don’t get into trouble.”

“Yes, sir.” They both stated as they finished their food and mug of beer. Clive wasn’t a huge fan of the taste of beer, but it was the drink of soldiers. “Gav, have you ever played Orlog? I have a set with me upstairs.”

“The other scouts taught me, yah. Let me get something for us to drink and I’ll meet you upstairs?”

“Sure.” Clive nodded as he stood. Orlog would keep them out of trouble and in the inn as per orders.

“Don’t stay up too late playing, or bet more than you can afford to lose.” Wade warned Clive as Gav slipped to the bar. “Scouts are surprisingly good at the game.”

“I’ll heed your advice, Sir Wade.” Clive went up to grab his travel set from his luggage. It wasn’t as intricate as the set his father commissioned for him and Joshua to share after hearing about them playing with Dion and Terence in Twinside, but it was still clear what all the pieces were.

“I hope you’re okay with more beer. I can’t afford anything fancier.” Gav said as he shouldered his way into the room and closed the door with his foot.

“That’s fine.” Clive said seeing him carrying two large mugs of beer. “Planning to get drunk?”

“Not near enough beer to get drunk by. I don’t know about you but it’s a few hours too early for me to even think about sleep.”

“Don’t blame me if you wake with a headache.” Clive shrugged. He had no plans in finishing the large mug himself.

They played two games, Clive winning the first and Gav the second, when Gav suggested upping the stakes. “Ever play strip Orlog?”

Clive couldn’t help but blush, eyes darting over the blond teen before him who was leaning forward with a grin.

“I’m going to take that as a ‘no’. Want to play?”

“What are the rules?” Clive couldn’t help but ask.

“Instead of losing health stones, you lose a piece of clothing. Game ends when someone is naked. Then the winner gets a prize of their choice.” Gav explained, playing with his necklace. Clive’s eyes watched as the medallion handing at the end lightly swung in the middle of Gav’s chest.

“What kind of prize?”

“Anything. Of course the loser can veto it. Don’t worry, I won’t make you run out of the room naked or something.”

“Have that happen to you?”

“Let’s just say there’s a reason I learned how to play quickly.” Clive couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him as a blush formed on Gav’s cheeks.

Clive bit his lip as he thought about it. He wouldn’t mind seeing more of Gav. The teen looked rather fit and Clive already had to sit through a talk from his tutor about how his body was ‘changing’ now that he was in his teen years. He understood that he was attracted to Gav. He had heard other squires in the training yards at his age talking about ‘polishing their swords’ previously as well. “Alright…” Clive would just have to make sure he didn’t lose more clothing than Gav. He can do that. Surely…

Ten minutes later Clive was starting to question his skills in the game. Gav had lost his top leathers, under tunic, and both boots. Clive on the other hand was down to his under pants, having just lost his leather pants. He was having a hard time paying attention to his dice rolls, eyes constantly falling to Gav’s bare chest.

“I think I know what I’m going to ask for.” Gav teased as he rolled his dice, eyes locked on Clive’s.

Clive coughed and shifted in his seat, his half hard erection thankfully hidden beneath the table’s edge. “Oh? And what’s that?”

“Hmm… I think I shall wait to tell you. We’re almost at the end afterall, but I think you’ll like it.”

Clive was really curious now. He hadn’t planned what he would ask for if he won, but considering the situation and the fact that Gav had rolled three halberds and he had no shields with one roll left. Well it was highly likely he’d be doing Gav’s prize after stripping the last of his clothing. Founder he hoped word of this never got back home, he’d never live it down.

“And that is game.” Gav said as Clive failed to roll any shields. “Before my prize, let’s see the last of your ‘health’ go.” Gav leaned back in his seat, eyes roving over Clive as the teen stood and, with a blush and shuffle of his feet, took off the last of his clothing. “So hot…”

“So… um… your prize?” Clive asked hoping it would involve him putting clothes back on or something to distract him from standing before the other slightly older teen naked. Especially with his body visibly responding to the bare chest before him.

Gav stood from his seat and moved closer to Clive. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” Clive blushed harder, turning his face from the other teen. “Can I kiss you?”

“Is that your prize?” Clive asked, peering back at Gav.

“Does it need to be?”

Before Clive could do more than lightly shake his head ‘no’ he found his lips taken by Gav’s as a hesitant hand landed on his shoulder. When Gav moved to lean back, Clive’s hands finally worked out what to do. One clasped at Gav’s waist and the other landed on his neck, pulling the other’s face back to his and initiating a second, longer kiss.

Clive wasn’t sure when they had moved from standing to Gav laying above him, between his legs, on Clive’s bed as they kissed. Clive was more interested in the feel of Gav’s hands running along his sides as his own felt over the chest and back above him. He shuddered as Gav started kissing down his neck before coming back up.

“We should stop before we go too far…” Gav pushed up from Clive, separating their torsos. However the move pressed his hips down against Clive who was already hard. The press caused him to release a moan and his hands fell to Gav’s hips and he pressed his own up to meet the teen’s again. The hard leather against him created a friction he didn’t know he needed.

“Please.” He looked up at the other. “Don’t stop. Please… I want to continue.” Clive begged, mind fuzzy from the arousal coursing through his body and the beer. He just knew he didn’t want it to stop. Not while he ached so.

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that…” Clive could tell Gav was close to giving in from the way the other teen pressed their hips together in a steady rhythm. “If we’re doing this I should get the oil from my pack…”

“Please…” Clive’s hand dropped to his erection, jerking it as he watched Gav search his pack. Part of him couldn’t believe he was going to have sex at fifteen with another teen, but a larger part was eager. The Eikons within him were silent, as if allowing him to enjoy this experience without their interference.

Clive lost track of what was happening, mind blanking of cognizant thought as Gav removed the last of his clothing and climbed back above him. It was his first time seeing another’s erect cock and he couldn’t withhold his interest if he tried. All he could remember was slight pain as he got stretched open for the first time, chased by lots of pleasure. He didn’t know how long they went at it before succumbing to sleep, Gav’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist from behind. However, it was definitely a few rounds given their teenage refractory periods and a few different positions. At one point Clive remembered sitting atop the blonde as he braced himself with his hands on the headboard, another had Gav taking him from behind while he was on his knees.

The following morning they were both rudely awakened by a pounding on their door. “Come on Rosfield, save the beauty sleep for when you’re home in the Castle.”

“Rosfield?” Gav muttered in confusion as they worked to fully wake up.

“Sir Wade means me. Clive Rosfield.” Clive rubbed his eye before ruffling his hair. His ass felt like it was on fire and he wondered if he could use the Phoenix's flames to heal it.

“Clive Rosfield. As in the Archduke’s eldest son?”

“Yeah,” Clive shrugged. “What?” He asked, finally seeing Gav’s wide eyes.

“I took the Archduke’s son’s virginity?” Gav squeaked.

“Oh please don’t make it weird. We’re just two horny teens who had a great time last night. Aren’t we?” He asked, biting his lip. “I’m not about to tell my father, either.”

“Yeah…” Clive sighed and rolled his eyes. He hoped Gav wasn’t too freaked out or unwilling to do that again. He was telling the truth when he said he had a great time last night. “Holy shit…”

oOo

“Cidolfus, here’s the reports you wanted my team to get.” Cid looked up as Benedikta sashayed into his office. His eyes were drawn to the way her leather bodysuit hugged her curves before flaring open to show the top of her breasts. Barnabas had gifted the outfit to her when Cid had brought her back with him from the Iron Kingdom a year ago. It hadn’t taken long for Benedikta to fall into bed with Barnabas and Cid, although Cid had hoped that once free from her slavery she would have thought more about what she wanted out of her life. He worried she had just changed one master for another without plans to be her own master.

“Thanks, Benna.” He said as she set the parchment before him. He picked it up and started reading as she took a seat on the edge of his desk.

“Looking for anything in particular?” She asked as she lit a small pipe with his fire crystal.

“Just chasing some things I heard while we were in Twinside.” He responded as he skimmed through various details.

“Anything you want to share?”

“Nothing yet. You know Barnabas prefers to be told the full picture when we report to him.”

“Well, he’s sending me to Dhalmekia for a mission. If you need anything else, you’ll have to get it yourself for a while.” She stood from his desk and sashayed out of his office. Cid barely noticed her leave as something in the reports caught his attention.

“What are you up to Rosaria?”

Notes:

Funny meme that would have been a letter but got derailed by Gav demanding some fun:

Clive: What's it like to kiss?
Dion: why would I know?
Clive: Cause of you and Terence...?
Dion *blushes*: we're friends! just friends. friends only... You're older anyways. Shouldn't you know before me?
Clive *pouts*: They're not here yet

 

Clive: You're supposed to be with Cid
Gav: Who?
Clive: You are a scout, right?
Gav: In training...

Chapter 12: The Calm

(In Year of the Realm 861)

Once again he felt the rumble of thunder fill his chest and glanced towards the south. It was a bright spring day, not a cloud in sight, and yet for just over a week now he had been feeling on and off like a storm was going to appear at any moment. He knew the feeling was coming from Ramuh, likely something to do with the Eikon’s Dominant, the Lord Commander of Waloed, but Clive couldn’t figure out what.

He felt like Ramuh was trying to get him to go somewhere or do something, but despite many associating the Eikon with Wisdom, Ramuh wasn’t giving him much to go on. Just flashes of an attractive young man that made Clive feel warm inside. He had dark short hair and a neatly shaved beard, intense sea green eyes, covered in tight well worn leather, and smoking. He knew this was the Lord Commander based on descriptions he overheard from soldiers at Twinside last year.

Personally, when Clive heard the Eikon’s description from his tutor he thought it was because Ramuh was always described as an old wise man. There was no connection between wisdom and lightning afterall, other than to know it's better to not be caught in it while wearing armor.

“Clive? Is everything alright?” Clive turned at Joshua’s voice, surprised to see his brother standing next to him at the balcony railing. “You seem to be miles away.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in lessons?” Clive asked, turning to look for the sun’s position. He was surprised to see it was lower in the sky than he expected.

“Lessons ended a while ago, brother.” Joshua looked up at him with concern. “Are you alright? You’ve been staring off towards the south for days. Are the Eikons warning you about something? Wouldn’t the warning be from the west with father planning to reclaim Drake’s Breath from the Iron Kingdom?”

“Woah, Joshua,” Clive put a hand on his shoulder. “Give me a chance to answer.”

“Sorry.” Joshua reached down to scratch Torgal’s ears as the pup jumped on his leg, wanting attention.

“It’s not all the Eikons, no, but it does feel like Ramuh is encouraging me to go south. I… I don’t think it’s anything negative.” Clive clenched a hand before his heart. “No, not dangerous but important nonetheless. Ifrit, Phoenix, and Shiva seem to be in agreement but it’s definitely coming from Ramuh.”

“Well surely it won't hurt to go see what they’re pushing you to do. It probably won’t stop until you go.”

“When did you get so smart about Eikons?” Clive looked at Joshua.

“The Undying have taken over my lessons since we returned from Twinside. While I’m still learning everything you did, they’re also spending a lot of time on Eikons and Eikonic history. I had hoped to start learning sword fighting like you did, but they said this takes precedence. Father agreed.” Joshua pouted at the end, moving to look over the balcony railing at the training yard below. “I’ve been doing so well, barely coughing all year, and yet they insist I shouldn’t strain myself. How am I supposed to lead our people as Archduke if I can’t fight?”

“Your chance will come, Joshua.” Clive stepped forward and ran his hand through Joshua’s locks. “Just because you can’t swing a sword now, doesn’t mean you can’t do other things to better prepare now.”

“Like what?”

“Stretching everyday for one. Working on endurance for another. Endurance will be hard at first with your breathing issues, but working to improve it could only help in the long run.” Clive said. “When I’m at home, how about you join me for morning stretches?”

“Really?” Joshua turned enough to look up at him.

“Yeah. You’ll have to get up earlier to join me in my room to do them though.”

Joshua nodded seriously. “When you’re at home then. Now, are you going to listen to the Eikons and go see what they want?”

“Guess I’ll have to go ask father for permission to go.” Clive ruffled Joshua’s hair once more. “Shall we go see if he’s available? If not, I’m sure Jill would be interested in playing some Orlog.”

“Come on!” Joshua grabbed Clive’s hand and tugged him from the balcony, Torgal happily trotting after the two brothers.

oOo

Three days later Clive was riding into Martha’s Rest on Ambrosia as the sun was just starting to set. Elwin had agreed for Clive to go on the condition that he sent stolas updates every few days. Clive had readily agreed and ordered Torgal to stay behind and guard Joshua, glad that he was being allowed to go alone instead of with a group. It was his first solo mission and the sixteen year old was grateful for the chance to show he was capable of short missions like this.

Looking up at the back of the inn, Clive’s eyes were drawn to the back corner room. The room he and Gav often met in. After their first night together there had been a day of awkwardness as the other teen worked through the fact he had sex with the Archduke’s son, but their hormones quickly saw them pushing through and having sex again a few times before they split directions at the end of the week mission. They were able to meet up a few more times since, when missions had them in the same town. They weren’t courting by any means, both free to sleep with others. Just two friends learning what they liked with each other.

Clive hopped off of Ambrosia and led her to the inn’s pens. He’d ask for a room for the night, maybe spend a day or two while trying to figure out which direction to go from there. Ramuh hadn’t given him any clues other than ‘south’ which covered most of Rosaria. He quickly got her settled before heading inside. Lucky for him a room was available and he paid for its use for a few days. Once he had put his pack in his room he decided to head down and see if the market had some fresh fruit he could add to his pack at a discounted price. Many merchants didn’t like lugging things home if they didn’t have to at the end of the day and would often be more agreeable to haggling. It wasn’t as if Clive couldn’t pay full price, but his father insisted that he do this mission on a soldier’s budget. So he had to stretch his gil as far as he could and maybe pick up a few marks if his search lasted a long time.

Luckily for Clive, one of the merchants had a few apples and carrots he was willing to accept a lower price for. The carrots would be good to munch on when riding Ambrosia and if they started to get too old for Clive, his girl wouldn’t mind munching on them instead. Unlike Joshua, Clive didn’t mind eating his vegetables.

As Clive wandered back from the market a small jolt of lightning trickled down his back. Looking up from his small bag of items to see what Ramuh wanted his attention for he saw a man in a black leather jacket and trousers talking to one of the citizens that lived there full time. The conversation seemed to be wrapping up as Clive slowed his walk. The man turned and rested his back against the stone wall across from the inn. Clive now understood what Ramuh had been so excited about. Instead of going down the small slope from the market, Clive lightly moved around the boxes next to another building and quietly crept up behind the man. Gav had been training him on how to move silently, which Clive could admit he did better when he wasn’t wearing any of his armor. Like right now when he only had on leathers.

“- same as everywhere else…” The man said quietly to himself. Clive knelt on the stone and reached his hand forward as the man brought a thin cigar to his lips and started raising a crystal to it.

“Crystal use is banned in Rosaria, you can be heavily fined for it. Even having one could land you a fine if you’re caught with it.” Clive said as he lit the man’s cigar with a small flash of magic from the Phoenix in his cupped hand. He could have used Ifrit but he didn’t want to risk showing his dice too early to this man even though Eikons inside were nearly screaming at Clive to trust him.

“So is magic use from what I’ve been hearing.” Clive didn’t move as the man turned enough to look at him, one hand slipping the crystal back into a pouch pocket at his hip. Not for one second did Clive believe he had successfully snuck up on the man, it was more likely he knew Clive was there and was curious on what he’d do. One didn’t become Lord Commander of an army without situational awareness.

Clive swung his legs over the side of the stone wall so he was seated properly. “Overworking bearers and treating them as less than human is what is banned. As is branding them. But surely you knew that already.” Clive clicked one heel on the wall as he looked over Ramuh’s Dominant. The man was as attractive in the flesh as he was in the visions Ramuh would send him. Sweet Founder, was he attractive. Clive fought hard to not blush as the man looked him over, likely trying to understand who he was.

“You seem well informed.” He said before slowly taking a drag of his thin cigar.

“There’s one thing I’m not well informed about.”

“Aye? What’s that?”

“What the Lord Commander of Waloed, Dominant of Ramuh, is doing wandering around Rosaria.”

“What makes you think I’m this Lord Commander?”

Clive smirked at the man. “Are you going to tell me you’re not?”

“Do you want me to be?”

“Well, from what I hear, the man is quite handsome to look at.” Clive very obviously looked the man up and down. Taking in how the leather trousers formed to his thighs, his jacket equally tight to his upper body. Dark blue undertunic with its ties undone providing a look at the man’s breastbone. “It’s no wonder that people talk about him. He became Lord Commander at the age of nineteen. A man like that must be quite skilled in many things.” Clive was grateful to see he had taken the man off guard with his comments. “My tutors had quite a lot to say about you, Cidolfus Telamon.”

“Ah…” Clive watched as Cid ran his eyes over him. “You must be the Marquess. Where’s your guard, boy?”

“A sixteen year old who has completed his training doesn’t travel with a guard within their own Kingdom.” Clive responded.

“Yet you also walk around with no weapon.”

“Like you and your swords?” Clive looked at the two swords strapped to the man’s hip. “Why are you here?”

“Maybe I’m here to kidnap you.” Cid said around his cigar.

“I’m rather difficult to kidnap.” Clive smirked. “Or did you forget my little fire trick?”

“So the Marquess is a Bearer. Is that why the laws changed? The Archduke didn’t want to brand his eldest?”

“Who said I was a Bearer?”

“You can use magic, and you aren’t the Phoenix Dominant.”

“No, but I have been given his blessing which allows me to access his magic.”

“I’m fairly certain that’s not how it works.”

“You don’t sound too sure on that, Lord Commander.”

“Doesn’t seem like I’ll be getting answers from you.” Cid flicked some ash off the end of his cigar.

Clive tilted his head. “If you want answers, why not come to Rosalith and speak to the Archduke directly? Or is it common for Lord Commanders to enter another’s territory without permission on their own?”

“I’m not here in an official capacity. A meeting with the Archduke would make it official.”

Clive narrowed his eyes on the man, mind trying to work through the implications of those statements. “You’re not gathering information for King Barnabas Tharmr, Odin’s Dominant, and everything you’ve asked so far is about Bearers… You’re curious about the change in laws. Is it so strange that we don’t want to enslave our fellow Rosarians or see them enslaved by another?”

“Given Valisthea’s views on Bearers… yes it is strange.” Cid said, looking up at Clive. “So why is Rosaria, after decades of being the same, suddenly so accepting? Especially since most citizens seem to have not changed their views as quickly.”

“Changing people’s perspectives takes time.” Clive said. “Many will not understand how these changes will benefit the Kingdom in the long run. My tutor said that isn’t unusual. People don’t like it when their world views are challenged.”

“And that’s what you’re doing? Changing world views?”

Clive shook his head. He paused before speaking, Ramuh and Ifrit were working together to get him to say something. It took him a moment before he understood their message. “We’re saving Rosaria, decreasing people’s reliance on crystals and magic, and creating a life for Bearers beyond being forced to use magic and turning to stone. If you want more information, speak to my father. I’m sure he’d be interested in knowing why Waloed’s Lord Commander is interested.”

Cid snuffed out his cigar as he eyed Clive thoughtfully. “Maybe I will. In either case I’m sure the Archduke will be made aware that I’ve been snooping around.”

“It would be remiss of me to not inform him, but I’m sure I could be convinced to… delay informing the Archduke.”

Cid let out a laugh. Founder, even his laugh sent a jolt of attraction through him. Clive could listen to this man speak all day. He wondered if the man’s deep voice was natural or a product of his smoking.

Before Clive could move he felt Cid grab his leg and pull him from the stone wall. As he slid down the wall and started to stumble, Cid backed him up and caged him in against the stone. Now that they were both standing Clive could see that the top of his head only came up to the man’s collarbone which caused Clive to work very hard to not stare at the man’s sculpted chest. “Careful, little Marquess,” Clive shuddered as Cid’s black gloved hand tilted his chin up. “Don’t you know not to play with fire? You never know when it might burn.”

Clive licked his lip, working hard to maintain eye contact with the thunder Dominant. He tried hard to not think about the man’s arm resting over his head on the wall, nor how close one of the man’s legs was to slipping between his. Or, Founder forbid, act on the idea of rocking his hips forward to see what the man would do. “Good thing I have the Phoenix’s blessing then, wouldn’t you say?”

“Hpmh.” Cid patted Clive’s cheek lightly and pushed off the wall. “Take care not to get burned, would hate to see this pretty face destroyed.”

Clive released a shaky breath as the older man walked away from him and out of the hamlet. “Sweet Founder, where’s Gav when you need him.” Clive hurried inside the inn, praying to Metia and the Founder that no one could see how hard he was after that encounter.

Notes:

Memes:

Clive finally figuring out what Ramuh has been pushing him to: Hi! I've been waiting for you.
Cid *Ramuh likes this kid, why?*: uh... hi?

 

Clive upon meeting Cid: Father, he's handsome and smart! I'm going to marry him
Elwin: He's the Lord Commander of a foreign army who wants to kill us.
Clive: Soon to be FORMER Lord Commander. Did I mention handsome yet? Cause he's handsome.

 

Clive: Gav! Oh Founder, Gav!
Gav: What, Clive?
Clive: I've met my future husband. Founder, the man was hot.
Gav: Oh? Who's this then? Who is stealing my friend with benefits from me?
Clive: Waloed's Lord Commander and Ramuh's Dominant.
Gav: Say what now?

Chapter 13: Elemental Shifts

Notes:

Ugh, my computer did not want to cooperate today but I am finally able to get this posted. :) Enjoy.

(In Year of the Realm 862)

“Ah, Otto, there you are. Did you get everything?” Cidolfus asked as he finished gathering the last of the reports he had gathered over the years as Lord Commander. His five year old adopted daughter, Midadol, was sitting at his desk quietly putting together a small music box.

“Yes, Cid. It’s all in a wagon. Just need you and little Mid and we’re good to go.” Cid’s Steward said from the doorway, keeping one eye on the hall.

“Great. Mid, time to go. Listen to everything Otto tells you and I’ll catch up.” Cid turned to his daughter and kissed her blonde head. He was unsurprised that the music box that had just half an hour before been broken apart into all of its components was now completed again. It wasn’t a very complicated box, but his little girl loved taking it apart and rebuilding it.

“Alright.” Midadol slipped from his seat and took her music box with her as she walked over to Otto. “Catch up soon, daddy.”

He passed over the last of his reports to Otto. “I’ll meet you at The Shadow Coast. Wait one week, if I don’t arrive then get on that boat and get to Rosaria.”

“You sure about this? You can leave with us now.” Otto suggested again. Cid knew Otto wasn’t a fan of his plan, but he couldn’t leave without trying.

“I have to try and save her. It’s my fault she’s here.”

“Don’t let your guilt be what kills you. You have a daughter to look after.”

“Come now, Otto, have a little more faith in me. Now go. Don’t forget - one week.” Cid watched the two disappear down the hallway. He went back into his office and closed the door. Sitting at the desk he pulled out a thin cigar and lit it with the crystal on the desk. He was leaving the crystal behind and there weren’t any in the packs that Otto was taking with him. From all of his reports and the research he had done the year before, Rosaria was on to something. He had debated taking a case of crystals with him to donate to Rosaria, but taking that much crystal with two fighters and a little girl was a recipe for disaster. Even if he used Ramuh as protection.

Once he was sure Otto and Midadol would be far enough from the castle he left the room. With the wagon it shouldn’t take them long to leave Stonhyrr. He calmly walked down the hallway of the castle and worked his way to Benedikta’s Intelligencers office. He knew she had recently returned from Dhalmekia where Barnabas had sent her to seduce their Dominant, Hugo.

Upon reaching her office and seeing the door open, he knocked before entering. “Benna.”

“Cid,” She looked up from her desk. “Did Barnabas send you to find me?”

“No.”

“Then, what do you need? I’m a little busy trying to catch up on reports.”

“Titan’s Dominant distracting you that much?” He asked, curious on her feelings on the matter.

“Hugo… Kupka is very… passionate.” Came her response and she wouldn’t look Cid in the eye. “What do you want, Cid? Surely not to ask me about my love life.”

“I’m leaving, Benna, and I want you to come with me.”

“A mission? Cid, I can’t take on another mission at this moment. If you need an Intelligencer I can send one of my elites with you. I can spare Geruf.”

“No, Benna. Not a mission. I’m leaving Waloed.”

“What?” Finally she looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

“Barnabas Tharmr is not leading Waloed to a good future. He’s leading it to a future that I want no part in.”

She shook her head. “What are you talking about? Barnabas is creating a future that benefits us.”

“No. While you were gone I learned about his ideals, tried to talk to him about what the Grand Duchy of Rosaria is doing to combat the Blight. His response? That Rosaria is undoing his lord’s work. When I pressed for clarification… Barnabas refused to go into details. But Benna, have you not questioned the decrease in citizens in Waloed? The increase in the number of towns that have turned Akashic? Barnabas is also experimenting on Bearers, trying to find some ‘Mythos’ being.”

“Are you drunk, Cid? Barnabas is doing his best to keep the Blight back in Ash, but he knows that if we are to save everyone we’ll need allies or land. That’s why he has me working on Kupka. If we can get Dhalmekia on our side we can take over Sanbreque which has plenty of land for our people to live.”

“Benna, he’s just using you. Can’t you see it? Come with me. Leave Ash with me while we still can.” Cid reached out to her. “You don’t have to be a slave to his desires.”

“King Barnabas gave me a home and a purpose. I will not allow you to betray all that he has done for us.”

“I want you to come with me of your own choice. I won’t force you, you’ve had enough people making decisions about your life for you.” Cid turned to leave her office.

“Cidolfus…”

“Goodbye, Benna. Good luck.”

“You would betray him? Betray us? I won’t allow it!” Cid should not have been surprised by the attack, knowing Benedikta’s passionate loyalty to Barnabas. Even though Cid was the one to take her from the Iron Kingdom three years ago, she saw him as acting on the King of Waloed’s orders. The wind attack knocked him into the wall across from her office door. Quickly, he picked himself up and ran down the corridor for the stairs. Being trapped inside when Benedikta called forth Garuda was never a good idea as the halls would channel and increase the force of her wind attacks. He jumped down a few stairs, landing in a crouch on the landing, just in time to dodge another attack that shattered the window in the stairwell. “Face me, Cidolfus! You fucking snake!!”

Cid backed up to the open window, keeping his eyes on Benedikta who stood at the top of the stairs. “I don’t want to fight you, Benna.”

“Traitors have no right to that name.” She growled down at him, readying another attack with her Eikon. Cid called forth his lightning, shooting bolts at the stone around her. Not wanting to harm her, but to keep her back.

“You can still come with me, Benedikta.”

“I’d rather die first.” Just as she released another attack Cid fell out of the window and called upon Ramuh mid-fall. As he became his Eikon he shot Thunderstorm at the castle followed by Judgement Bolt. The lightning caused parts of the stonework to rain down after him and he used them and the dust cover caused by her attacks to slip away from the battle. He would have to find a place to lay low for a day or two before he met up with Otto and Midadol.

oOo

Clive,

I have heard that tensions between Rosaria and the Iron Kingdom are at an all time high. I hope these rumors are false and that you are not about to enter battle. Surely the Phoenix is too young to be with the troops on the front lines. Especially given the conversations I have heard spoken in whispers within the halls of the palace. Whispers that Rosaria has broken the treaty and Sanbreque must find a way to force compliance.

I worry this compliance will be in the form of my Dragoon Knights being sent to our shared borders. I do not wish to enter battle with your brother, but if the Emperor orders it I cannot disobey. The last Leader of the Holy Order of the Knights Dragoon was dismissed for not following orders. I have been promoted as his replacement. It is a heavy burden at sixteen, but I will not let the Emperor down. As Bahamut’s Dominant I will serve in Sanbreque’s best interests regardless of personal feelings.

I have also heard rumors that Shiva has appeared in Rosaria. Is this true? Has Rosaria claim to two Dominants?

My Greagor bless you,

Dion

 

Dion,

Congratulations on the promotion. It is a heavy burden you bear, like Joshua, and I do not envy your position. Remember to rely on Terence as much as you can. I hope he can be your Shield as I am Joshua’s. Protecting not only your body, but your mind and heart.

War with the Iron Kingdom is inevitable. For nearly a century there has been contention between our kingdoms over control of Drake’s Fang. The former Archduke and Phoenix had been unable to reclaim it, despite many tries. Those battles led to the crystal’s curse rapidly spreading and eventually claiming his life. Rosaria cannot continue to allow them to control the Mothercrystal. Not with how they treat Bearers in the Iron Kingdom. We go to war to reclaim what is ours and to save as many from their tyranny as we can.

It’s a shame that Rosaria doesn’t have a tradition of fighting with animals like your Dragoons do with dragons. Having dragons trained to fight with us in our battles with the Iron Kingdom would surely be a boon.

Fear not. Joshua is improving in health and has been learning many things since the Remembrance Ceremony. Jill and I won’t allow him to come to harm.

May Metia guide you,

Clive

oOo

“Is this really a good idea?” Jill asked as she and Joshua watched Clive pack for war. She was holding Torgal in her lap, one hand petting the slowly growing wolf pup. He was still small enough to fit in their laps, but his legs now hung over the sides of their legs. Soon Torgal wouldn’t fit in their laps anymore. “Maybe I should go with you. Having Shiva appear would surely be better than letting the soldiers see that there’s more than one Fire Eikon. Surely that would cause too much confusion in the midst of the battle. What if they think you’re with the Iron Kingdom and lose heart?”

“Father and Lord Murdoch decided that announcing another Fire Eikon lives within the family would be more accepted by the troops than announcing an Ice Eikon.” Clive explained. “Stay here and continue to follow the lessons with Joshua in priming your Eikon. You will be a surprise to anyone who thinks they can press an advantage with so many troops focused elsewhere. Don’t worry about the troops losing heart. They will be told once we launch about me and upon our return we plan for rumors to spread that Rosaria is guarded by two Eikons of Fire - the Phoenix and its Attack Demon.”

“But there’s already rumors about Shiva.” Jill pressed. “Dion’s letter to you said as much. Wouldn’t it be better to lean into those instead?”

“That would put you in danger before you’re ready for it, Jill. It should be your choice if you fight or not. Just because you are a Ward of Rosaria it does not mean that you are required to fight her battles. Priming to protect yourself and Joshua from attack is one thing, going to the front lines to fight our enemies is another. You both just recently started learning how to fight with swords as well. Father won’t risk it, nor ask it of you.” Clive looked over at her. “You are family, Jill, blood or no but it should still be your choice.”

“And if I choose to fight? To protect this land that is now my home? To fight alongside my brothers?” Jill asked. “I can’t stay locked away in the castle forever. I’m sixteen and the maids are already wondering why I haven’t been married off yet. I know the Archduke has told me it is my choice and he won’t force me into a political marriage, but people are questioning it more openly. If I were to join you in the war, those questions would stop.”

“That’s why we are practicing,” Joshua spoke up. “So that we can get strong enough to join Clive and the others at the front.”

“Jill, I’m trusting you and Torgal to keep Joshua protected while I’m gone with Father.” Clive kneeled down before her and Joshua.

“I don’t understand why the Archduke is going with you, wouldn’t it be better for him to stay here too?”

“Father is going as far as Port Isolde, staying at Uncle Byron’s, as the rest of us ride out to Drake’s Breath. He and Lord Murdoch will send reports and orders via stolases.” Joshua said. “That’s what was done in the past. We’ll stay here with the Castle Guard and Uncle Byron.”

“I just feel like I could be doing more.” Jill looked down at Torgal who whined up at her.

“Don’t hurry to war, Jill. I will be able to fight with the knowledge that you both are here protecting Rosaria. We can only hope that an Eikon showing up will force their retreat. The Iron Kingdom no longer has an Eikon after Waloed stole Garuda from them.” Clive said.

“Then we shall pray to Metia for your swift return.” Jill nodded seriously.

“Every night.” Joshua added, “and to the Founder every day.”

Chapter 14: Taking Control

(In Year of the Realm 863)

Clive was frustrated as the ship he was on turned to follow the rest of the fleet. After the first attack, where they had been able to get Clive to shore, reinforcements from the Iron Kingdom’s capital, Craeg Loisgte, had kept them from making landfall.

During that first attack, Clive and Bearers who had voluntarily joined the army had seemed to make headway with the use of magic. At least they were able to liberate some of the young Bearers the Iron Kingdom had caged. The rescued Bearers were taken back to Port Isolde with the Rosarian army. On the trip back, Clive knew that many of the Rosarian Bearers tried to comfort them. He wasn’t certain how well they succeeded given how scared many of them acted upon reaching Port Isolde.

Now, two months into the campaign, they had faced another failure. Unable to make landfall, Clive was kept from priming into Ifrit. He had been given orders to not prime during the first attack so that they could get a good understanding of the Iron Kingdom’s hold on the island. Unfortunately it meant they missed their chance to utilize the Eikon. Clive couldn’t freely prime on a wooden ship in the middle of the ocean. He was restricted to distant magical attacks like the other Bearers.

Upon return to Port Isolde, Clive was escorted to Byron’s manor by Lord Murdoch for a talk with his father. Rutherford, his uncle’s steward, let them into the house and directed them to the dining room where dinner was in the midst of being served. They entered the room to see Elwin eating with Byron, Joshua, and Jill. Torgal was under Joshua’s chair, likely hoping for Joshua to drop him bits of food.

“Clive!” Joshua jumped down from his chair and ran into Clive, arms wrapping around his waist. Thankfully he avoided the sharp sword strapped to Clive’s back.

“Joshua,” Clive wrapped his arms around his brother, holding him tight. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to visit father. I’m so glad you’re back before we have to return to Rosalith.” Joshua pulled back enough to look up at Clive. “You grew again.” He pouted. “I’m never going to catch up.”

“Not much, my armor still fits me alright.” Clive chuckled as he released Joshua. “You know you’ll never beat me if you continue to avoid your vegetables.” He glanced at Joshua’s plate where it was clear that the vegetables had not been touched.

“Come sit, all of you.” Byron gestured to his table. “Rutherford, grab plates and things for the two.”

“No luck?” Elwin asked as Clive took a seat next to Joshua, across from Jill, and Rodney took a seat next to Jill. Both soldiers had carefully set their swords against the wall before sitting.

“They still have blockades in the water and we can’t make landfall.” Rodney reported. “Ifirt has been unable to enter the fray.”

“This winter weather isn’t helping any,” Clive added.

“What do you mean?” Elwin turned to his son as a plate was set before Clive and one of Byron’s footmen served Clive food.

“Ifrit… doesn’t like the cold.” Clive blushed. He could feel Ifrit grumble within him while some of the other Eikons were filled with mirth. “It’s almost as bad as his dislike of being surrounded by the ocean.”

“What if you used fog to hide your approach?” Jill spoke up. “I’ve made great strides with Shiva. I have learned how to ice the air over water too, it creates a dense fog cloud cover. I can get you past the blockades.”

Rodney looked over the teen next to him. “That could work, your Grace. I’m certain if we can get Clive on shore and primed that we’ll win. If Shiva can handle the ships on the water, Ifrit can handle the troops on land. The only thing we don’t know is how many more bearers have been taken to the island after our first landing.”

“There will always be innocent casualties in war. We can only do our best to keep them to a minimum.” Elwin stated as he leaned back in his chair to consider Jill’s idea. “This isn’t your war, Lady Warrick-”

“All due respect, Your Grace, but Rosaria has been my home for nearly eight years now. Clive and Joshua, my brothers. If I can help the war then I want to help.” She leaned forward in her seat. “Please, Your Grace, allow me to help.”

“Very well.” Elwin nodded to the teen. “Rodney will test your ability to fight, if he approves then you will be sent out on the next deployment. You have a week to prepare for your test.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“I’ll have Sir Wade work with you this week.” Rodney stated. “Expect long days.”

“Of course, Lord Murdoch.”

Two weeks later Jill was on the lead ship, creating fog and cloud cover for the soldiers after dark. Clive stayed behind her, watching her back. A new healer for the army named Tarja was standing by their side, monitoring Jill for any magical exhaustion. Tarja was a redhead Bearer who had been owned by a healer in Port Isolde who willingly turned her over when the laws changed. After a year working on the southern border, Tarja had gotten a job as a healer and was quickly picked up by the garrison in Port Isolde.

With Jill’s help they succeeded in getting past the blockade. Given the season it wasn’t unusual for there to be clouds over the water. The Ironblood had no idea that their ships slipped past them. Once docked Clive was quickly off the boat with a majority of the soldiers. He could hear others making landfall as well. He was impressed by the ship captains’ abilities to steer and dock the ships in the dark with no lights on.

Clive had two missions on this run. One to sneak in and release as many Bearers as he could and then to prime into Ifrit and cause damage. He knew that other Rosarian soldiers and scouts, like Gav, would be sneaking up with him to release the Bearers and get them safely back to the ships. He knew Jill would row out to one of the other ships that was staying back to attack the blockade ships. Once there, she would prime into Shiva and attack the blockade from behind and work to sink those ships.

Clive’s parts of the mission went really well. All the Bearers they could find were taken from the island settlement, as well as any other prisoners who asked for amnesty. Then with a roar and a blast of fire, Ifrit appeared in the middle of the settlement. Amongst the burning buildings, Ironblood soldiers scattered in the face of the thirty foot tall fire Eikon. They were met at the border of the settlement by Rosarian soldiers who happily cut them down.

It didn’t take them long to kill all Ironblood on the island. Clive released Ifrit and started to stumble. Thankfully Tyler appeared next to him and leant him a shoulder to lean on. “Easy, my Lord, I’ve got you. It’s time to return to the ships and see how the water battles fared.”

“Thank you for your assistance, Sir Tyler. I had not expected for Ifrit to take that much energy.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, my lord, you primed after working hard to rescue Bearers. It is not surprising that you have no more energy.” Tyler helped him down to the beach and into the row boat that would take them back to a ship to return to Port Isolde. Half of their soldiers would be staying back to defend the island from any reaction by the Iron Kingdom. Hopefully it would be weeks before they figured out something was wrong.

oOo

“Are you sure about this? There’s no going back if you do this.” Cid looked over at Otto as the man leaned against the wall of his rented room. “No one knows we’re here, we can still go to the Deadlands like we originally planned.”

“Trust me, Otto, it will be better if we can officially assist instead of being an outlaw. That’s not a good life for Mid, she deserves someplace where she can continue her education.”

“And if they throw you in the dungeon? Then what, Cid?” Otto huffed.

“You’re not going to like hearing this, but Ramuh is saying…”

“To trust the Marquess,” Otto interrupted. “So you’ve said.”

“It’s the one thing Ramuh has been insistent on for the last few years. I don’t know about you, but ignoring what a massive Eikon tells you seems like a bad idea to me. Besides, you’ve seen the reports and for yourself as we passed through the kingdom. Rosaria has figured out how to stop the Blight and are treating Bearers, branded or not, better than everywhere else. This should be the future of Valisthea, and I want to help.”

“If they throw you in the dungeon, I’m going to laugh and then take Mid to Kanvar.” Otto warned.

“Deal.” Cid pat the man on the back and exited the room. “See you in a few days.”

“Unless you’re jailed.”

“Aye, unless I’m jailed.”

Cid rented a chocobo from the inn stables, left Old Roses Overlook, and made his way north to Rosalith. He pushed the chocobo to make the trip at a run, wanting to arrive before the evening. Cid was hoping the Archduke would be back from the Drake’s Breath campaign. According to people they had spoken to on their way to Old Roses Overlook the latest battle, a month ago, had been a great success and not only had their Kingdom’s Eikon showed up, but Shiva had also shown up to fight for Rosaria as well. Cid knew it was a risk approaching the Archduke now when they had just finished a war, but he also didn’t want them to question how long it took for him to approach after openly entering their borders.

When he reached Rosalith, Cid left the chocobo at a stable on the outskirts of the town. He calmly walked through town towards the castle, certain that he’d be greeted by guards at the gates and their reaction would depend on how much his description had made its rounds through the ranks. At a minimum he expected he’d have to hand over his swords before meeting the Archduke, at the worst he’d be clasped in magic suppressant cuffs. What he was not expecting was the Marquess waiting for him with the guards.

Cid hadn’t seen the Marquess since their chance encounter two years ago. The lad had been shorter than him then, but he had obviously had a growth spurt and they looked to be nearly even in height now. The lad was wearing a new outfit and damn did it show off his body well. Cid slid his eyes over the him taking in the tight black leather trousers, a long sleeved white undertunic who’s collar ties were undone, and a form fitting red leather vest that drew his attention to the Marquess’ breastbone and pecs. Cid couldn’t help but wonder if the lad drew inspiration from his own undertunic and jacket. War looked good on him.

“Marquess,” Cid called out in greeting. “Quite the welcoming committee.”

“Welcome to the Grand Duchy of Rosaria, Ramuh’s Dominant. Coming for an audience with the Archduke? How’s your arm?”

“If he will be willing to grant me one. My arms are fine thanks,” Cid stated as he came to a stop before the other. He was confused about the comment on his arms but brushed it aside as irrelevant. He saw the lad look over him like he had done the other. Seems the lad was still attracted like he was two years ago, or at least Ramuh insisted he was.

“You’ll need to be unarmed.”

“Understandable. Can I trust you to take care of them for me?” Cid asked as he unbuckled his belts to hand over. As Clive held out his hand, Cid stepped closer and handed him his two swords.

“I’m sure you’ll understand the next request.” Clive said as another guard came up holding cuffs.

“I figured they may be required.” Cid held his wrists before him and shuddered as the magical cuffs closed over him. He felt his connection to Ramuh dim.

“Hopefully they won’t be required for long.” Clive muttered to him as he directed Cid into the Castle. “I’ll take you to the throne room.”

“Congratulations on your successful campaign against the Iron Kingdom,” Cid said as they walked through the training yard. He could feel eyes rest upon them as they went, many pausing in their afternoon training to watch them walk past.

“Of course you’ve heard about that.” Clive huffed.

“It’s the talk of the Kingdom. Barely heard about anything else once I crossed the border.” Clive reached out to assist Cid up the stairs to the inner walls of the Castle. “I’m not that old, lad.”

“You sure? Fairly certain you have some gray in the front that you didn’t have the last time we met at Martha’s Rest.”

“Don’t you mean Old Roses Outlook?”

“What?” Clived looked over in confusion, coming to a stop at the top of the stairs.

“What? That is where we met, is it not.” Cid raised an eyebrow at the lad.

“Right. Old Roses Outlook.” Cid watched as the lad waved him forward. He was obviously trying to hide a blush. Greagor’s Tits this lad looked hot with a bit of color to him. It made him wonder how else he could cause the lad to flush like that in other situations. He had to shake his head to knock the thoughts away and hurry after him. He can worry about mentally undressing the lad after he gets permission to stay in Rosaria.

Upon entering the throne room behind the lad, Cid took a look around. The Archduke, dressed in a Rosaria red jacket over black chainmail, was seated at the far end of the room on a stone throne. Behind him and offset to the left was Rosaria’s Lord Commander. Cid noted that to the right of the throne there were two other teens. A dark gray haired teen wearing a white dress with a dark blue overdress and a sword strapped at her side. This was surely Shiva’s Dominant, the ward of Rosaria. Damn, the girl looked the age Benedikta had been when he had rescued her. Next to her was Phoenix’s Dominant and future Archduke, Joshua Rosfield. The young blond teen was wearing a similar outfit to his father's Rosaria red jacket but was wearing white underneath instead of black. Between the two sat a wolf who looked to be mid-growth spurt with legs and paws too big for the body attached to them.

“Ramuh’s Dominant, Cidolfus Telamon, to see His Grace.” Clive stated clearly as he came to a stop in the middle of the room. Cid came to a stop a few steps ahead of the lad.

“What can I do for Waloed’s Lord Commander?” Elwin spoke up from the throne.

“Former Lord Commander, your Grace.” Cid calmly corrected. He noted the raised brows on the faces before him.

“Former? And what has caused you to abandon your post?”

“A disagreement in what the future of Valisthea should be. Where your Duchy is working to create a world where Bearers can choose how they die-”

“We’re creating a world where Bearers can choose how they live.” Elwin corrected him.

Cid bowed his head at the correction, “where they can choose how they live and are working to combat the Blight, King Tharmr is looking to quicken the Blight. For the last few years I have been collecting information on what you are doing here and I find myself agreeing to your vision.”

“How do we know this isn’t just flattery to give you an in to spy for King Tharmr?” Elwin rested his head on a closed fist that was propped up on the throne’s arm.

“Barnabas currently doesn’t have any interest in Rosaria and I wouldn’t be who he’d send to spy. No, that is a job for Benedikta Harman, Garuda’s Dominant and Waloed’s Head Intelligencer, and Benedikta is currently busy seducing your ally.”

“What?”

“Benedikta’s mission right now is to seduce Hugo Kupka and convince him to lead the Dhalmekian Republic into war with the Holy Empire of Sanbreque.”

“Waloed has been at war with Sanbreque for a while now, are they hoping Dhalmekia will give them a leg up in the war?”

“He wants Dhalmekia to take over the war. Once Dhalmekia wins the war and is busy licking their wounds, Waloed will swing in and take over.”

“So Tharmr is looking at expanding the size of Waloed.”

“No, your Grace. He is looking for slaves to sacrifice to his God and further the spread of the Blight.”

“He wants the Blight to spread? What does that gain him? No man can live if everything is Blighted.”

“You assume Barnabas is human. Tell me, your Grace, how many men do you know have been King of a kingdom for sixty years and still look to be in their thirties?” Cid shifted from one foot to the other.

“So Tharmr is not simply the name the new king takes on when the old one dies?”

Cid shook his head, “no. Barnabas Tharmr has been King of Waloed and it has not changed hands since he took control of and united Ash.”

The throne room descended into silence as everyone worked to understand the implications.

“You said that he is looking to sacrifice people to his God. What religion does he follow?” Rosaria’s Lord Commander asks.

“He is a follower of the Circle of Malius. His God, Ultima, is apparently looking for someone he calls ‘Mythos’.” Cid paused as Elwin shot a look over Cid’s shoulder to his son behind Cid. Cid looked over his shoulder to see the Marquess with a startled look on his face.

“Surely there’s more than just searching for this ‘Mythos’ person.” Elwin said, drawing Cid’s attention back to him.

“I’m not certain of everything, this is all the information I have pieced together since arriving on Ash in 855. Barnabas is curious about the status of all of the Dominants. I’m sure he will hear soon that Shiva has appeared. All I know for certain is that whatever Barnabas and his god have planned - it won't be good news for the Dominants. Add that to his desire to see the Blight spread across the land? Well, I’m sure you can understand why I left.”

“So what are your plans now?” Elwin asked.

“I’d like to help Bearers and do what I can to stop the Blight.” Cid answered with a shrug.

“Not a place in the military?” Elwin asked.

“I’ll fight to protect them and free them, but no, your Grace, I have no interest in taking on further military service. I have been a mercenary, then a Lord Commander, and now I’d like to raise my daughter in a free land where Bearers and Dominants can choose how to live.”

“Daughter?” Elwin asked, obviously looking around.

“I left her with my steward outside of Rosalith. If I don’t return within a few days he has orders to take her to Kanvar so that she can gain an education.” Cid revealed.

“Send them a message to have them join you here. I will give you a decision of how you can assist in a week.” Elwin stated. “In the meantime, Clive will keep an eye on you. As a sign of good faith you are free to walk abou without the suppressors, but my Lord Commander will hold your swords, to be returned upon my decision. Do you agree to this?”

“Thank you, Your Grace.” Cid bowed before turning to Clive. “I look forward to being in your care.”

Notes:

Memes:

Barnabas: damn my Lord Commander has left me :( That's one less person for me to manipulate and fuck :(
Also Barnabas: Sleipnir! Get in here with your clones, I'm bored.

Cid: I remember we met at Old Roses Overlook
Clive: Where? Oh you mean Martha's Rest!
Cid: What?
Clive: What?
Eikons in Clive *sweat drop*

Chapter 15: Releasing Control

Notes:

Don't think I need to up the rating, but let me know if you think otherwise after this chapter :)

(In Year of the Realm 863)

“Aren’t you supposed to be watching our guest?”

Clive didn’t bother to turn in his seat on the balcony railing, one foot resting on the rail and the other hanging down over the balcony flooring, as Jill joined him. “I can see him just fine from here. He knows I’m watching but he deserves to have the illusion of privacy as he plays with his daughter.” He answered.

In the garden below him Cid was seated under a tree with a little blonde girl. Midadol, call me Mid, was sweet and curious about the world around her. When Clive had first seen her her figure had been overlaid in his mind with an image of her grown up. Long blonde hair braided down her back as she excitedly tinkered with some contraption. It had taken him a moment to see the five year old and not the woman she would become.

“She’s very inquisitive.” Jill hummed, hand resting on the rail next to Clive’s boot.

“She’ll be a great inventor.” Clive said, unable to suppress a smile.

“The Eikons show you that?” Jill turned to face him.

“Yes. Ramuh is rather fond of her. Even Garuda and Odin are impressed by her.” Clive looked over at Jill.

“Odin? She must be something if even that silent Eikon is making his opinion known.”

It was true, despite having gained the Eikons thirteen years ago and learning how to understand when they communicated to him, mostly through feelings and the visions they’d send him, Odin was usually the most quiet. Clive never felt anything malicious from the Eikon. It seemed like he was simply waiting and observing, allowing the others to take lead in interacting with Clive and the wider world through him.

“So what do you think of the man?” Jill asked. Clive shot her a look, wondering if she had picked up on his interest in Cid. “Is his offer genuine? He wants to help support what we’re doing?”

“Yes.” Clive felt relief fall over him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Jill to know he was interested, but until he could figure out if the interest was one sided or not he wanted to keep it to himself. “All the Eikons are in agreement. Cidolfus Telamon is genuine in his desire to provide a life where Bearers can choose how they live. Dominants too.”

“Well then, with his support I’m sure we can find a way to spread the idea beyond Rosaria’s borders. I know you’ve been trying to work on Prince Dion and Sir Terence through your letters. Maybe it’s time to look at inviting them for a visit again. They haven’t been here since the change in law, right? Let them see what a life that treats Bearers as humans is like.”

“You know I have to be careful in the approach with Dion. He loves his people so much, but he sometimes has a hard time challenging the status quo. Bahamut warns me from pushing too hard, especially given his father’s anger at the loss of Bearer trade with us.”

“They haven’t led us wrong yet.” Jill mused. “I’m going to go see what Joshua and Torgal are up to. See you at dinner.”

Clive nodded goodbye to her as he kept his eyes on the scene below. Midadol was running about now holding a ship in the air, rushing about and moving the ship in ways that would be impossible outside of a child’s imagination. As he turned his eyes to Cid, unable to keep his eyes off of the man for long, he felt a jolt of lightning flash down his spine followed by warming heat. Surely it was impossible at this distance, but it felt like Clive had locked eyes with the man below.

oOo

(End of 863)

Clive didn’t know how it happened, but a few months after escorting Cid, his stewart, and his daughter to Port Isolde, where it was decided they would work with Uncle Byron to manage the Bearers under the Archduke’s employ as well as find - rescue - new Bearers, Clive was tasked with joining Cid and a few soldiers on a tour of the southern and easter border sites. Concerns had popped up that black market traders had been stealing branded Bearers on their way to the sites and the group was to figure out what was going on. They were a small contingent but given they had Ramuh’s Dominant and Clive no one was worried.

The first few days had felt like a test for Clive, being so near but unable to touch the other Dominant. Their time apart hadn’t lessened Clive’s interest in the man any more than the two years apart previously had. Gav had teased him about his crush on the other Dominant when he found out. The teasing had even extended to their sex, Gav whispering to Clive thoughts about how the older man would take him, even as the scout’s cock thrust into him. The images Gav set in his brain certainly made it difficult to focus on other things when Clive was around Cid. Clive was glad that Gav was a good sport about it, wishing him luck with the lightning Dominant and reminding Clive that Gav would still be around if things didn’t work out.

Add on to that was the fact that Cid seemed extra friendly and constantly touched Clive when he was near. A pat on the shoulder, a ruffle to his hair by the fire at the end of the day, hand on the back when passing him something. Lots of little touches that to most would seem innocent. Founder, he had seen Cid pat others in their party on the back as they got used to the idea of Waloed’s former Lord Commander working with them.

Despite seeing him be friendly with the others, something about the frequency and duration of the touches to Clive gave him hope the other man was just as interested. Now if only he could get the man alone.

His chance came as they headed off to the second border site. Clive had been asked to water the chocobos and refill everyone’s waterskins while Cid was asked to replenish their supply of fire kindling. Cid offered to help Clive take the chocobos down to the river that was about two hundred yards from the camp. The two men led them around a rock formation that hid the river from view of the camp and down to the bank. The chocobos were happy to move forward and start drinking from the clear water and Clive unpacked the waterskins before moving slightly up river to fill them. He first dumped out anything still in the skins before filling them with the fresh water.

“You know, lad, I think this is the first time we’ve been truly alone.” Clive looked over as the other man crouched next to him. Cid was looking out over the river instead of Clive. “It’s almost like everyone was conspiring to keep it from happening.”

“Was there something particular you were hoping to do with me alone?” Clive asked, trying to be nonchalant and hoping the man couldn’t hear how his heart was beating in his chest.

“Have I not been obvious enough?” Clive felt a hand settle on his upper back before it slowly swept down his spine to settle on his lower back. He shot a look at the other man again. He startled slightly at how close Cid’s face was to his, the man curling in close to him.

“I, ah,” Clive licked his lips, eyes flickering over Cid’s face. “I was never certain that… You’ve just been friendly with everyone and I thought I imagined it. I…”

“Let me make it clearer then,” Cid’s free hand came up and cupped Clive’s cheek as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Clive’s. Clive was helpless as he released a whimper and shot out a hand to latch onto the man’s jacket. As Cid began to pull back, Clive pressed forward to keep their lips together. When he felt the press of a tongue at the seam of his lips he willingly opened them enough for the tongue to slip in.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, simply getting lost in the kiss, before a kweh from Ambrosia and the other chocobo reminded them of where they were. Slowly they pulled apart and Clive opened his eyes.

“I’ve been wanting that to happen since I first saw you two years ago, but I could never tell if you were interested back.” Clive whispered.

“I was interested too, lad, have no doubt. I got the feeling that doing that around your family wasn’t going to go over well, and like I said, this is the first time we’ve been alone since.” Cid’s thumb ran over Clive’s lower lip as he spoke.

“We shall have to remedy that.” Clive said as he leaned forward and gave the man another kiss. “However, if we don’t return soon one of the others may come looking for us.”

“Aye,” Cid stood, “let’s finish up our tasks and get back before that happens.”

oOo

(In Year of the Realm 864)

Clive docked his boat on the island, Mist, where he had often gone as a child to get away from Anabella and have a bit of peace. Uncle Byron, with his father’s permission, had helped Clive by building a treehouse on the island for him. Elwin and Byron both knew where the island was, but often let Clive go alone when he needed a moment away from the stress of everything.

Over a decade later Clive had introduced Cid to the island and it became a little hideaway for the two of them to rendezvous at. Cid would come up from Port Isolde via the Silken Strand and Clive would come from the south side of the castle.

The first time Clive had brought Cid here, the man thought it was for him to check it out for Mid before Clive explained that it could be their hideaway they could escape and meet at when in their respective homes. At first Cid hadn’t minded there not being a proper bed, blankets Clive had snuck there earlier had provided enough padding the first few times they had sex. However, Cid surprised Clive on the third time they met up by having snuck the needed materials to build a proper bed for them.

“We may have used an inn that first time and any flat surface afterwards, but that doesn’t mean we should avoid a proper bed for every time.” The man had said as he stripped Clive before bending him over the bed. Clive was not complaining.

Seeing he was the first to arrive this time, Clive set about pulling out the oil they had stashed in a trunk at the treehouse and stripping. He hadn’t planned to arrive first, honestly with the way Joshua kept asking him questions he thought for sure he’d arrive second. Once naked Clive settled onto the bed, facing the doorway, and started stretching himself. He knew Cid liked to do it, but Clive also knew their time was limited today. He wouldn’t be able to stay the night like he had last time.

“Now that is a sight I love to see,” Clive saw Cid step through the door, already shedding his leather jacket. “Impatient this afternoon?”

Clive added a second finger and started scissoring his fingers as he moved them in and out. He was tempted to touch his cock knowing Cid liked watching him pleasure himself and already it was semi-erect from his fingers being inside of him. “Sadly I have a dinner I’m required to attend tonight that I was only informed about at breakfast.”

“That’s unusual.” Cid said as he continued to remove his clothes, watching as Clive stretched himself to accommodate the man’s larger girth.

Clive moaned as his fingers accidentally pressed against his prostate. “Yeah,” he panted, spreading his legs further as Cid finally climbed onto the bed. “Some celebration for one of father’s advisors.”

“Well it would be quite the shame for the Marquess to miss that.” Cid mused as he replaced Clive’s fingers with his own oiled ones, watching as the younger man threw his head back in pleasure. Cid’s longer fingers were able to reach deeper within him. Cid’s other hand ran along his legs, up over his stomach, to pinch his nipples and squeeze his pecs. Clive had learned during his many meet ups with Gav over the years how sensitive his nipples were and Cid was happy to capitalize on it often. Cid also seemed to love the size of his pecs that had slowly developed over the years of swinging a broadsword, especially in comparison to his waist that stayed trim. “Such a shame.”

“Please, Cid, I’m ready,” Clive reached for the other man, pulling him to be between his open legs. “Please, it’s been so long since we had time together. I need you in me.”

“You have prepared yourself nicely,” Cid mused as he shifted on the bed to lean over Clive’s prone form, fingers not stopping their drive into the younger man. His right hand left Clive’s body to reach for the oil again. “I guess I should reward you for doing so well.”

Clive’s next moan was easily swallowed by Cid as their mouths connected at the same time the man started to press himself into the tight heat on offer. Both men liked the feel when Clive wasn’t fully stretched by fingers ahead of time. Once he pressed all the way in, Cid paused to allow them both to catch their breaths. Clive from the pleasure and slight pain of being filled so nicely by Cid’s long and wide cock and Cid from the tight heat he was nestled in.

“No matter how much we do this,” Cid whispered against Clive’s lips, tentatively shifting his hips to see if Clive was ready, “I can’t get over how you feel around me. Greagor’s tits, you take me so well.”

“Pretty sure it’s my ‘tits’ you like so much.” Clive shifted his hips up to encourage Cid to move and wrapped one leg around Cid’s hips, changing the angle enough to ensure the man would rub over his prostate with each thrust. He grinned as one of Cid’s hands shifted to squeeze one of said ‘tits’. “You don’t need to flatter me so often, Cid. You’re already sleeping with the Archduke’s eldest.” Clive huffed a small laugh as Cid growled at him.

“Ramuh, don’t remind me.” Cid started up a slow but deep rhythm, making sure that the full length of his cock slid in and out of Clive. “If you are the death of me, lad, I will die a happy man.”

“Enough talk,” Clive wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, “make me lose track of time. Fuck me. Fuck me like a storm over the ocean, powerful and punishing.”

“So impatient, lad.” Cid chuckled lowly, like thunder rumbling in his chest. Clive didn’t bother to say anything more as he pulled Cid into a kiss and Cid picked up the pace as requested.

oOo

(In Year of the Realm 864)

Clive was only slightly startled as he was pulled into his room and pressed up against the door as it shut. He and Cid had been sneaking whatever chances behind closed doors they could get whenever the man came to Rosalith to provide reports to the Archduke directly. Clive let out a whimper that was easily muffled by the tongue sliding between his lips as Cid’s body pressed against him. One of Cid’s hands easily held both of his wrists above his head as they kissed. Founder, he could not get enough of this man.

After all this time they were in perfect tandem as they kissed. Clive happily submitted to Cid’s unspoken directions, a tug here or a harsh grip there and Clive was like a slime in his hands.

The subtle taste of wine Cid had with dinner that night along with the taste of the man’s cigars filled his mouth with each slide of Cid’s tongue. His head fell back when Cid tugged at his hair and lips trailed from his jaw down to his neck. Clive let out a shivering sigh as his hands were released and he could wrap them around the other’s neck. His whole body aflame and filled with static at the man’s touch. With Ramuh inside of him moving closer to Clive’s inner consciousness as well, it felt like he was within a cage of static, stimulating him even more towards a happy ending.

“Founder, Cid…” Clive gasped out as the man trailed a hand along his chest where his tunic revealed skin, small electric shocks slipping out. Not enough to do any damage, but enough to stimulate his nerves. He wasn’t wearing his tight vest, having shed it after training, and it didn’t take much for Cid to slip his hand further into his tunic and send a shock over his nipple. Clive let out a moan at the sensation as his hips jutted forward against Cid’s. The older man continued to brush his thumb across him in small circles, every now and then shifting to squeeze the pec before focusing only on the nipple again.

“So responsive, lad.”

“Please, do that again” he heaved.

“This?” Cid asked, fingers playing with the hardened nipple before another shock teased it. “If I knew it’d create such a reaction, I’d have introduced magic play earlier.” Clive’s hands dropped and clenched at the man’s hips, shamelessly rocking their hips together as he sought friction for his cock trapped behind his leathers. “Ah ah ah…” Cid pulled his hips back slightly. “What have I said about going slow and enjoying the journey?”

Unfortunately, before Clive could answer a knock came to the door.

“Clive? Are you having trouble finding your set?” Joshua’s voice came through the wood. “We can just use Jill’s.”

Clive bit his lip as Cid rocked against him and smirked, sending another shock over his nipple. “Go ahead and start a game with Jill. I’ll be there soon.” Clive choked out.

“Ok. Don’t take too long, brother. You owe me a few matches after all.”

“Promise. I won’t be but a moment.” Shortly after they could hear Joshua walk away.

“Seems our time is short today, Marquess.” Cid said, brushing a hand along Clive’s cock where it pressed tight against his leathers. Clive bit his lip to withhold a moan as a small shock jumped from the man’s fingers to his cock.

“Cid…” Clive nearly begged the older man. While he had promised to play Orlog with Joshua, he really wanted to drop to his knees and allow the Lightning Dominant to have his way with him.

“Later, lad. Enjoy your matches.” Clive whined as the man disengaged from him. With a smirk Cid pulled him from the door and slid out into the corridor. Clive mentally made plans to find a way to sneak into the man’s rooms later tonight so that they could continue where they left off.

oOo

(In Year of the Realm 865)

“Thank you, Rutherford,” Clive said as his uncle’s steward let them in. He and Jill had been sent by Lord Murdoch to check in with the Port Isolde garrison on the status of the troops on Drake’s Breath. If needed, both would head out to the island and make their presence known so that the Iron Kingdom didn’t think the island was free game for them to try and take.

“Lord Rosfield is in the den with Sir Telamon currently.” Rutherford informed them as he closed the door behind the two young adults and the ever growing wolf, Torgal. Torgal was finally starting to reach his full height, when standing he now reached Clive’s hips in height. For the last two years they had been training him in fighting. Torgal could now easily dispatch spiders they met on the road and was a great help when they encountered other nasties.

“We should probably not interrupt them then,” Jill looked at Clive to see if he agreed.

“Nonsense,” Clive stated as he started off down the hall. “Rutherford wouldn’t have said where they were if they weren’t willing to be interrupted.” Sure he could have seen to their things being partially unpacked, but Clive didn’t want to lose the opportunity to see Cid, even if they couldn’t do anything.

Jill just shook her head and followed Torgal down the hall, the wolf had eagerly bound ahead after Clive.

Arriving at the den, Clive knocked on the door and waited a moment before opening it. Torgal pushed through first, eagerly greeting the men with a bark. Clive waited until Jill entered before he did.

“Ah, good you made it.” Came Byron’s jovial voice. “I hope you didn’t encounter too many nuisances on the road.”

“Not at all, Uncle.” Clive answered, eyes locked with Cid’s. He smiled as Cid sent him a wink. “I hope we aren’t interrupting anything important.”

“We were just discussing plans for Cidolfus to travel down to Dhalmekia and meet with some traders that we believe may be sympathetic to Bearers and looking for a safe space for them.” Byron waved his hands over maps of Dhalmekia on the table between the two.

“Dhalmekia?” Jill asked, moving closer.

“Yes, a merchant friend I made when moving from Waloed to Rosaria sent me a note mentioning she’s run across a few others who are trying to help Bearers. They are, however, running into issues around where to send the Bearers where they can be guaranteed a life of freedom.” Cid said, leaning forward to tap ash off of his thin cigar into a dish Byron kept available for him. “She remembered what I had said about what I had heard Rosaria was doing and so sent me a note wondering if I had a solution.”

“Cidoflus will travel down to meet his merchant friend, get an understanding of what’s going on, and see if he can’t get the Bearers across the border. They’ll get the same offer Rosaria’s Bearers get.” Byron explained.

“You’re headed to Bokland, aren’t you?” Clive asked, the Eikons sending him a vision of a signboard and the image of a brother and sister. “You’ll want to talk with the Crimson Caravan owners.” Clive could see Cid’s eyes narrow as he smoked. At that moment, Clive remembered that he hadn’t ever told Cid about the Eikons within him nor of the visions they often sent him. “Shit.” He whispered, flashing a look at Cid.

“Bokland, hmm?” Cid looked over the maps before them. “I was going to go to Dalimil to meet my merchant contact, but if I need to go to Bokland that might change the plans.”

“Um…” Clive looked to Byron for support to see his uncle shaking his head with a smile.

“It’s your decision, Clive. We’ve kept the knowledge contained to keep you safe, but who you trust with it is up to you.”

Clive knew the Eikons inside of him, especially Ramuh and Ifrit, were pushing for him to tell Cid. He had been tempted to tell the man last year, but worried he was making the decision because he was sleeping with him. Or at least worried that that was what Cid would think. Taking a breath, Clive turned to face his lover.

“It’s a bit of a story, and sounds fanciful, but I promise it’s true.” Clive bit his lip and waited for Cid to show he was listening. “When I was five and was finally introduced to Joshua, against the Duchess’ wishes, I had some sort of… magical awakening. I was in a coma for a week and when I woke I had aspects of all the Eikons within me and visions of a future. It was too much for my mind to make sense of and the Eikons suppressed the visions. They let out a few now and again when important things are happening. The Eikons also speak to me sometimes, not all of them, but some more than others. It’s how I knew to warn father of the Duchess’ planned acts of treason, knew when Eikons manifested within their Dominants, knew father would bring Torgal and Jill home before he did. Put together what to try so that we could stop and reverse the Blight, not just Ultima.”

“It’s how you knew I was in Rosaria when we first met?” Cid asked, eyes carefully watching Clive for signs of deceit.

“That was Ramuh. He couldn’t talk to me at the time, not like Ifrit or the Phoenix, but I could feel lightning building within me and a general direction of where to go. Once I left Rosalith, Ramuh started sending me your image and name. At first I thought you were a danger Ramuh was warning me of, but he set me straight on that. Then I thought you were in danger and wondered if I shouldn’t have gotten soldiers to go with me, but once I saw you I understood. Ramuh just wanted us to meet.”

“Ifrit?”

“You asked me when we first met if I was a Bearer and that was why the Archduke changed the laws. I told you I had the Phoenix’s blessing, which was true, but I’m also a Dominant. Ifrit is my Eikon. He is the Guardian of the Inferno and another fire based Eikon.”

“Your Ultima’s ‘Mythos’...” Cid rocked back in his seat in shock.

“Yes and no,” Clive answered, trying to make sense of the visions the Eikons were sending him. “In one lifetime I would have been, but I am not anymore. I am… Logos? Sorry, translating what the Eikons share with me is difficult sometimes. Words are easier for some of them, but it’s not in our language and it’s taken me a while to understand some of it.”

“So your ‘visions’ are saying I should go to Bokland?”

“No, they are saying meet with Charon, there’s someone in Dalimil that would be good for you to meet… um… he’s at the Smithy and is a hidden Bearer. Then go to Bokland and meet the owners of the Crimson Caravan. The sister runs it and her brother, another hidden Bearer, guards their deliveries. The Bearer in Dalimil and the Caravan Bearer are quite close.” Clive said, shifting foot to foot. He really hoped Cid took this well. Ramuh was sending him reassurance, but it’s a lot to take in.

“And what about…” Clive saw Cid twitch his fingers between them.

“That’s all natural, but they are all for it.” Clive blushed and hoped to Metia that Byron and Jill didn’t ask about the last bit.

“Guess this is going to be a long trip then,” Cid leaned forward and snuffed out his cigar. “I should get to packing and make sure Mid knows to be on her best behavior.” Cid stood and paused next to Clive, hand on his shoulder, “come see me tonight if you can.” He whispered it to Clive. “Lady and Gentlemen, have a great evening.” He said in a louder voice as he stepped from the room.

Clive turned enough to watch him leave, ignoring the stares from Jill and Byron that he could feel.

Notes:

More memes :D

Clive *follows Cid around*
Cid *traps him against a wall again*
Clive *sweats*
Cid: so you going to continue to just stare at me all day or you going to make a move?
Clive: ummm....
Cid: guess you're looking for a Dominant to take charge
Clive in a whisper: Oh Founder, please...

 

Clive: I'm going to suggest Orlog, then after a game or two strip Orlog... worked for Gav
Cid *plays Orlog and constantly wins*
Clive *sweats*: how am I supposed to suggest strip Orlog when I keep losing??? fuck

 

Clive: should I just climb into his bed naked? ...or is that too much?

Chapter 16: Loosing Control

Notes:

Any lines that seem familiar are taken from the game. The game writers just gave us such beautiful dialogue that I couldn't not use some of it.

(In Year of the Realm 866)

Dion watched from the north cliffs of Belenus Tor as the Sanbrequois Imperial Army fought against Waloed’s army. While they clearly outnumbered the invaders, the Waloeder army was proving to be a challenge. As he watched with Terence by his side, Odin appeared on the cliffs across the valley.

“The King is bold… or desperate!” Dion stated, hands on his hips.

“Will you engage him personally, Your Highness?” Terence asked, stepping closer to Dion.

Dion looked over at Terence, taking in the young man who confidently wore the armor of his second-in-command. “Of course.” Dion reached over and took his dragoon halberd from Terence. After a moment of deliberation he leaned forward and gave Terence a short kiss. They were always careful with signs of affection, not wanting anyone to know, but Dion couldn’t help himself before heading off to fight another Eikon. He stamped the halberd once on the ground as he straightened before he stalked to the edge of the cliff. Just as he was jumping off, priming, he heard Terence speak once more behind him.

“Greagor’s breath fill your wings.”

Moments later Dion, as Bahamut, was flying over the battlefield below taking heart in the increased battlecries coming from the Sanbreque army. As he circled around he saw Odin ride down from his own cliffside and swipe his sword before him. A gash of red and black light raced forward from the Eikon’s blade and gouged into the earth, killing soldiers from both armies that were in its path. Bahamut roared out in anger and challenge.

“It’s Bahamut!” He could hear from the troops. “The Prince is with us!”

Bahamut flew low over Odin, directing the Eikon’s gaze from the soldiers to him before turning back and sending a Megaflare at the other Eikon, careful to avoid the soldiers below. Odin followed him into the air, something Bahamut hadn’t realized he could do, and they fought. Neither gained ground over the other, each sending attacks out. Part of Dion’s mind noted that both threw out attacks that hit those fighting below and he mourned the loss of Sanbreque lives by his attacks, but his Eikon was more focused on the other. When it was obvious to both that neither would win, they broke from their battle. Odin went back to the south cliffs, disappearing in a flash of blue and red, and Bahamut swerved back north towards the Dragoon Knight encampment. Once close enough, Dion dropped from the skies and stalked to camp, passing his halberd to a knight who followed.

He passed by Dragoon sentries guarding the camp perimeter with their dragons. Moving towards the center of camp he could see his and Terence’s dragons resting outside of the Command Tent, confirming that was where Terence currently was. His own was a white dragon while Terence’s was an aevis, both still too young to take into war but had been trained to stay and protect the camp while their masters were busy.

Entering the tent he was met by Terence who had a cup of water as well as a medical kit specially created for treating any injuries Dion sustained while primed. He wondered how much of the battle his lover had watched before retreating to base to wait for him.

Dion was aware that the battle between foot soldiers continued to wage on below the cliffs. He hoped he’d have a message from his father soon declaring more troops were on route and that the Dragoons could enter the fray.

“Reform the cohorts.” Dion ordered one of the captains waiting for him in the tent as he took the cup from Terence.

“At once,” The man bowed and left the tent, leaving Terence and him alone inside. Dion knew that there were Dragoons guarding the entrance and that they still had to be mindful of any noise they made. Still, after drinking from the cup, he reached up a hand and brushed his thumb over Terence’s cheek. Terence turned his face into Dion’s palm and placed a small kiss there before he started checking Dion for any injuries or breaks in his armor. Dion kept one hand on Terence’s neck as he worked, the only display of their closeness they allowed themselves when in the Command Tent.

Moments later a noise from the entrance grabbed their attention and they looked over in time to see a messenger enter the tent and for Dion to drop his hand. The man bowed before hurrying over. “Your Highness.” He handed a sealed note to Dion. Dion unrolled the note after breaking the seal and dismissed the messenger. Once the man left Dion started to read.

“Saboteurs? In the capital?” Dion said aloud.

“Then we can expect no reinforcements,” Terence mused, concern lining his face. “His Radiance?”

“His Radiance is safe, but yes. He has reinforced the city guard with the troops that were supposed to come here.” Dion continued to read. “What?”

“Your Highness?” Terence asked, hearing the note of disbelief in Dion’s voice.

“The Dragoons are ordered to march to the border of the Grand Duchy and impress upon the Archduke that if he does not return to the letter of the treaty within a week that we will attack…”

“But what of the troops here? Are we to sound the retreat?”

“They are to continue fighting until they win or are slaughtered…” Dion handed the note to Terence, mind racing to understand the orders he had been given. Without the Dragoons to back up the foot soldiers, nor Bahamut to raise their spirits, there would be heavy losses. However, Dion could not disobey a direct order from the Emperor either. With a heavy heart Dion ordered the foot soldier lead commander be brought to his tent and for the Dragoons to start packing up camp.

“May Greagor forgive me.”

oOo

Upon reaching the border the Holy Empire shared with the Grand Duchy Dion ordered the Dragoons to set up camp within sight of the border crossing. Near the crossing he could see some sort of settlement set up and guessed that it was one of the Bearer settlements that rumors had talked about. Dion grabbed one of the stolas that should be used to pass word on to the Emperor and sent a message to the Archduke requesting his presence at the border for a discussion of Kingdom importance. Dion watched as the stolas flew westward into the late afternoon and wondered how quickly he would get a response.

“Do you think any of Rosaria’s Dominants will attend the Archduke at the meeting?” Dion didn’t turn as Terence came to a stop at his side.

“Oh, Terence, what are we doing? Bahamut is the champion of our people. When they look to the heavens and see him it gives them strength. Yet here I am, miles from the war currently happening just to threaten a kingdom we have been neutral towards simply because we disagree with how they have given freedoms to those who can wield magic.” Dion watched as people moved about the settlement in the distance. He knew they were aware of their presence. He had seen the soldiers near the borders hurry back to it to spread the word an encampment had been set up.

He felt Terence place a hand on his shoulder in solitary support. “Would that I could help ease your burden, my Prince.” Terence’s whispered words came to him. “But I will always be your loyal servant.” Terence’s hand moved from his shoulder and he felt fingers weave through the blond hair at the nape of his neck. “Wherever you go, I will follow.”

Dion finally turned to look at the dark haired man. His best friend throughout childhood, his fellow squire, his second-in-command of the Dragoon Knights, and most recently his lover. A glance around revealed that they were concealed from any Dragoon’s sight and he knew they were far enough from the settlement that they were virtually alone. He pulled Terence into a kiss, easily sliding his tongue into the other’s open mouth. Terence’s hand in his hair reflexively curled its fingers and pulled him closer. Dion happily submitted to Terence’s unspoken command as the kiss continued. When they finally pulled back Dion kept his forehead pressed against Terence’s as their eyes locked.

“Would that you were my master in all things, but alas…” Dion breathed against Terence’s lips. After a moment, eyes acknowledging what they daren’t say aloud, they pulled back from each other. “Come, let us hope the Archduke sends a swift reply. In the meantime, we should gather information about the settlement.”

“My Prince,” Terence nodded and fell in line as Dion led the way back to camp.

Three days later the Archduke’s reply arrived in the form of the Archduke, the Rosarian Lord Commander, Clive, and Joshua, with Torgal following, arriving at the border by chocobo. For the last two days Terence and a Dragoon scout had donned civilian clothing and asked questions of the population living at the settlement. Dion had initially worried that they wouldn’t be able to gather information, but it seems that by arriving in civilian clothing the Rosarians accepted that they weren’t going to be attacked by the group who set up camp over the border - at least not right away.

“Archduke Rosfield, I’m glad you arrived so quickly.” Dion greeted the older man as they pulled their chocobos to a stop on the Rosarian side of the border.

“Prince Dion,” Elwin greeted in return. “Your message sounded ominous. Why don’t we set up camp and discuss things?”

Dion nodded and gestured to the set up behind him. “Please, be welcomed and eat with me as we discuss. You must be tired after riding here so quickly. I can promise you as Dominant of Sanbreque that no harm shall come to you during our meeting.” The day before a new message had arrived from his father laying out the specific issues Dion was to get answers to. It was followed by a message that while the battle had been won at Belenus Tor, Sanbreque encountered heavy losses and the only saving grace was that Odin had not made a second appearance. Dion mourned the loss of so many of his citizens and the fact he had been ordered away instead of helping them.

“We accept your offer of food.” Elwin hopped down from his chocobo followed by the others and they stepped onto Snabreque’s side of the border.

“Prince Dion, shouldn’t you be at the battle of Belenus Tor?” Clive asked his friend.

Dion’s hand clenched at the comment that sent an unintended dagger to his heart. “His Radiance has deemed this to be of greater importance.” He didn’t question how they knew about that battle. It had obviously been going to happen for days before the fight officially started, plenty of time for rumors to reach other kingdoms.

Dion led them to the camp table that had been set up under the shade of a tree where Terence already waited with covered plates and unopened bottles of wine. Terence bowed to the group as they came to a stop by the table.

“Sir Terence, it is good to see you looking well.” Joshua greeted the other with a small smile.

“And you, your highness. Please have a seat everyone. I hope you don’t mind cold sandwiches, your Grace.” Terence said, lifting covers off of the trays. “The Rosarians in the settlement provided us with sliced meats and bread in return for gil and us chasing off a few persistent wildlife. The wine is from His Highness’ personal stores.”

“Thank you for your assistance to my people,” Elwin stated as they all took seats. The Lord Commander took charge of opening the wine and pouring it.

“They have been very patient and non-antagonistic to the fact that a foreign nation set up an army camp in their backyard. Especially with our dragons present. We have tried to keep them contained, but I know they have been noted by your people.” Dion stated. “It is only proper that we leave your people alone as much as possible.” To prove nothing was poisoned Dion and Terence started eating first.

“Your message indicated your Emperor had concerns?” Elwin said after they all started eating. “What are these concerns?”

“His Radiance is concerned that Rosaria has broken the Crystalline Dominion treaty, not by taking control of the Dominion but by not following the agreement regarding Bearers. Rosaria has stopped importing crystals, trading of Bearers, and from what we have gathered from the settlement Rosaria has stopped branding Bearers. His Radiance demands explanation and for Rosaria to return to following the treaty.”

“Or?”

Dion took a breath before speaking, “or I have been ordered to march upon Rosaria.” Dion watched as the four took this in. Terence, at his side, reached under the table and squeezed his hand.

“It is true that Rosaria has stopped importing crystals, trading Bearers, and branding them.” Elwin nodded, “however, I believe it would do you well to understand why. We have found an association between magic use and the spread of the Blight.”

“What?”

“In fact, in the last nine years we have not only stopped the Blight from spreading further into Rosaria, but we have even started reversing the damage done in some areas.” Dion couldn’t believe what he was hearing as the Archduke continued to explain what they had been doing, the laws passed, and how it had improved the lives of all citizens. Rosaria was even inventing new ways to continue their businesses without the use of Bearers at all, and those with Bearers involved? The Bearers were paid and treated like all other Rosarian and the goods crafted were sold at a premium.

“There’s another fact you should know, Dion,” Clive spoke up. “Rosaria isn’t protected by just one Dominant, but by three.”

“Three?” Terence breathed in shock.

“The Phoenix, Shiva, and Ramuh all defend Rosaria and our way of life.” Elwin stated.

“So it is true. Waloed has lost its Lord Commander?” Dion mused, one hand coming to grip his chin.

“Ramuh’s Dominant heard about what we were doing, agreed with our vision, and defected nearly four years ago.” Elwin stated. “Rosaria has no wish to go to war with Sanbreque, Prince Dion. Our battle is on the Blight and those who would see all of Valisthea fall to it. We look to create a world where Bearers and Dominants can choose how they live and die. No more will Rosarians be pushed until they die by the crystal’s curse.”

“You have given me much to think about.” Dion said in response. He wasn’t sure how his father would react to the explanation, but could not help but be drawn to the idea himself. Dion had a lot to think about before he sent a report of their talks back to his father.

oOo

Benedikta watched via the mirror in Hugo’s bedroom as Bearers changed the sheets on the bed that had been left sweaty from their sex that morning. She hated having to continue this mission with the giant of a man, especially in this desert heat. It wasn’t like fitting him inside her was the issue, not after taking both Cidolfus and Barnabas at once nor Barnabas and his new Lord Commander, Sleipnir Harbard. She didn’t question where the man had come from, but she found his ability to be everywhere both very helpful and very disconcerting.

“It’s a shame you had to get dressed so soon,” Hugo stated, coming to a stop behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders, uncaring of the fact he was completely naked with others in the room. Benedikta hated being naked around those she didn’t trust which made this mission difficult for her, but she’d do anything Barnabas requested of her. She was loyal to the man who saved her from a life in chains and couldn’t understand how Cidolfus could turn his back on them. For a young, unbranded Bearer nonetheless.

“You know if I don’t let my King know that you have agreed to join us, then the delay may lead to more people dying needlessly.” She batted her eyes as she looked up at him in the mirror. Eyes leaving the Bearers now that they were leaving the room, closing the door again behind them. She ignored the way his hands drifted down to fondle her breasts over her leather top. The giant man was always touching or kissing them. In comparison, Barnabas rarely touched her breasts when they made love. “Besides, the sooner I give him my report, the sooner I can return.”

“Your king is rather demanding of your time, my love. I wish you would stay here with me. You’re certain I can’t convince you to leave the dying Ash behind and join our Republic? You could live here with me, no need to go to war…” One of his hands drifted back up to cup her neck. She fought back a flashback to the chains the Iron Kingdom had kept her in.

“Hugo, I owe Waloed my life, I cannot abandon my people. No matter how passionately our love burns.” She lied to the man, subtly shifting in a way to dislodge his hands from her. Before any more could be said she felt a great wrenching within her. She cried out in surprise as she clenched her chest.

“Benna?” Hugo asked, hands holding her up as he crouched to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

Benedikta grew distressed as green aether started leaving her and she could feel Garuda slipping away. “Garuda? No! No! What’s happening? Don’t go. Don’t leave me! Garuda…” She muttered, trying to pull the Eikon further to her core.

“My love?”

“Don’t touch me!” She screamed and pushed Hugo away, not being able to deal with the man. “No. No. No. No. Garuda!” She stumbled from the seat before crashing to her knees. “Barnabas! My love, Barnabas!” She cried out as tears started streaming down her face, hoping her king would hear her pleas. “Help me!”

“Barnabas?” She barely heard Hugo mutter in confusion behind her.

“My love, help me please. No, Garuda! Don’t leave me.” Benedikta turned her face up in hope as the doors to Hugo’s chambers slammed open.

“Step away from Benedikta, Kupka. What has happened?”

“Harbard, help me!” Benedikta reached for the silver haired man just as the last of Garuda’s green light faded from her skin. “I need my love now. Barnabas can help me get her back!”

“Careful of your words, Benedikta,” Sleipnir cautioned, keeping an eye on Titan’s Dominant who looked lost as he knelt beside her. “Don’t screw up the mission now.”

“SCREW THE MISSION!” She screamed at him. “Titan doesn’t matter! I’ve lost her. She’s gone.” She reached up and clutched the man’s arm. “Barnabas can help me. His god can help me, I just know it. Get me home, Harbard.”

“Sleep, Benedikta. When you wake you will be home.” Benedikta didn’t care how he did it, just that he got her back to Waloed and Barnabas.

Notes:

Memes:

Benedikta: no! Garuda's gone!! woe
Barnabas: but there's no Mythos yet??
Odin: I ain't know anything about nuthin...

 

Barnabas: how the fuck did Rosaria get 3 dominants? is that where Cid disappeared to? He'll come crawling back.
Elwin: One Dominant. Two Dominants. Three Dominants. Four Dominants? Wait a minute... where did you come from?
Rest of Valisthea: Rosaria is collecting Dominants like they're going out of style. Whose next, the Prince of Sanbreque?
Clive: I've been trying....

Chapter 17: New Plans

(In Year of the Realm 867)

“Clive,” Cid spoke, wondering if the lad was still awake or not. He had just gotten back from another trip to Dhalmekia where he had worked with the Crimson Caravan, the team stopping for the night in Dalimil to resupply, to transport Bearers to Rosaria and freedom. He knew the spot was chosen so that the Caravan’s guard, Theodore, could meet with his lover, L’ubor, but Cid had no reason to argue. Dalimil was a great place to resupply and it gave Cid time to catch up with his own contact, L’ubor’s master Ruzena the Desert Hare, while the lads were busy. Timings had worked out where Clive had been checking in on the southern settlements when Cid came through and the lad had joined him in returning to Cid’s house in Port Isolde. Mid had been happy to have Clive join them for dinner, eagerly filling in the other Dominant about the newest thing she had taken apart and put back together with improvements. After indulging Mid for a few hours they sent her off to bed and retreated themselves to become reacquainted with each other’s bodies.

“Yeah?” Cid felt the other turn over to face him. Clive pressed a kiss to his chest before resting his chin on Cid’s chest to look at him in the dark.

“I know you explained that in the Rosfield family the Phoenix Dominant is the Archduke.”

“That’s right. Father is only holding the throne until Joshua comes of age. In a few years, father will likely step aside and hand it over to Joshua when Joshua is ready.”

“Will it still go to Joshua even though you are also a fire Dominant?” Cid asked, fingers starting to softly glide up and down Clive’s spine. Clive shifted closer, resting more of his upper body over Cid’s and sliding a leg between Cid’s.

“Yes, leadership is tied to the Phoenix. Similar to how in Sanbreque it goes to the family that currently holds Bahamut. For Rosaria, the Phoenix has been in the Rosfield line for many generations. In Sanbreque, Dion is the second in his line to manifest Bahamut. The Eikon had skipped over the Emperor.”

“What does that mean then for you? If your brother is set to inherit the throne, where does that leave you?” Cid asked, finally looking Clive in the eyes. Enough moonlight came in through his bedroom window to allow him to see the deep blue of his lover’s eyes.

“I am his First Shield. Joshua may decide when Lord Murdoch stands down to promote me to be Lord Commander. Or maybe I’ll take over Uncle Byron’s role and be an advisor that also doubles as a personal guard. Why so many questions?”

“Will you be required to have a political marriage?”

“No, father has made it clear that I am allowed to choose my future in that regard. Jill too, given part of the deal of her becoming his political ward was for her to be able to choose who she weds. I’m certain father would love for Joshua to marry for love as well, but he may be required into a political marriage. Cid, do you think our time together is limited? It’s not. It’s only limited by our decision.” Clive pressed up slightly to have a better view of Cid. Cid let his hand slide from Clive’s back and down his arm.

“Worry not, lad, this isn’t me wanting to end our relationship or anything like that.” Cid tugged Clive back down and waited until Clive had settled against his front again. “I’m fairly certain Ramuh would have something to say about that if that was what this was about. Not to mention all of the Eikons within you.” Cid lightly chuckled.

“True. They all seem rather invested in my happiness.” Clive agreed. “So, what is this about?”

“I wanted to understand what your obligations were to the Kingdom. Afterall, if I am going to petition the Archduke for permission to court his son with the goal of marriage, then I’d like to make sure it would be possible. We’ve been together for years now and, I don’t know about you but I’d like to make it official to our loved ones. I know many probably guess at it, and a few know, but I want the whole Kingdom to know that you are mine and I am yours.”

“Cid… yes. Founder, yes.” Cid was unsurprised when Clive surged up to kiss him. The younger man shifted across his front as their lips were locked to settle on top of him. He could feel Clive's cock, pressed tightly to his, fill and grow hard. His own followed shortly after as Clive wreathed in joy against him. It didn’t take long before Clive was sinking down onto him, already stretched from their activity earlier. While Cid allowed Clive to set the pace as he rode him, both men enjoying the feeling, Cid soon shifted them to have Clive below him as he sped up the pace. Inside of him, he could feel Ramuh rumble in pleasure and he felt energized by the lightning sparking through him. Apparently Clive was having a similar experience as Cid could feel the lad heat up around his cock from Ifrit. This wasn’t the first time their respective Eikons played a part in their sexual activity, nor was it likely to be the last. Clive wasn’t the only one excited by the idea after all.

oOo

“Kupka! You are making no sense.” The Dhalmekian Prime Minister said as he waved a Bearer over to refill his water goblet. “First, you want us to ignore the fact that we have lost a massive amount of trade with Rosaria when they stopped importing crystals from us. Then you speak to an alliance with Waloed which would see us fighting with them against Sanbreque to expand for both of us. And now you are telling us that conversation with Waloed has turned and we are to attack Waloed instead of Sanbreque?”

“We have yet to even speak to King Tharmr about the agreement to fight with them, but now we are to go to war with them?” The Chief Strategist grumbled. “Whatever for? We’ve spent years working out how to go to war with Sanbreque without costing us too much. Recruited and trained troops to fight against the Dragoons.”

“Don’t tell us this is because you had a falling out with your little Waloeder bint?” A third sneered. “Women should never be allowed to make important decisions or have a say in what Kingdoms do.”

Hugo’s fists clenched from where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, lit cigar clenched in his teeth. He knew the sudden change would be a hard sell, especially as he didn’t have a compelling lie to convince them.

“I still say that going to war with anyone would be a massive waste of resources at this time. Given the economic loss we have just recovered from because of the sudden loss of income from crystal sales and a new issue where Bearers are going missing, it would be better to let Waloed and Sanbreque figure out their own problems.” The final council member stated.

“Bearer issue?” The Prime Minister asked.

“Yes, our Bearer markets have indicated that shipments of Bearers have gone missing and others have sold Bearers that were to be taken to another city but the Bearers never arrive.”

“They probably died from the curse and the tradesmen are upset at the loss of product, lying about the cause of the loss.” Hugo waved his hand. “If you won’t agree to war with Waloed…”

“No, Kupka. Dhalmekia will not go to war with or against Waloed. Whatever grievance you now have with them is yours and yours alone.” The Chief Strategist said, receiving nods from everyone else at the table.

“Fine. I’ll handle this with the Men of the Rock and my Eikon.” Hugo stalked from the room before the others could protest. Let them spend their precious resources finding Bearers who likely died of natural causes. He was not about to let Waloed get away with playing him as they did. He’d kill Benedikta and then her dear King, even if it was the last thing he did.

oOo

“Well this is unexpected.” Clive said after Cid gave an update on the state of things in Dhalmekia. He was glad that his father had approved Cid’s request to court him. It meant that him sitting by the other, closer than propriety may allow, went unremarked beyond an eyeroll by everyone in the room. The same day they told the rest of the Clive’s family that they were courting, with permission from the Archduke, Jill announced she was interested in starting a relationship with Sir Wade and the healer, Tarja, who had helped during the battle at Drake’s Breath. Elwin had only blinked and reminded her that her choice in partner, or partners in this case, was her own as long as they all were in agreement. Joshua and Clive had teased her for ‘being greedy’ by having two partners.

“It is unexpected that Titan’s Dominant would leave Dhalmekia unprotected like this.” Elwin agreed. “And rumors are that it’s because of a lover’s spat?”

“I’m guessing that Kupka finally learned that Benedikta, Garuda’s former Dominant, was playing him in a long term con.” Cid said, leaning back and resting his arm along the back of the sofa he was sitting on. The move created space at his side that Clive eagerly shifted into, ignoring the look from his father. He was twenty-two, for Founder’s sake, surely his father didn’t expect him to act innocent and virginal. He hadn’t been that for around seven years now.

“I still can’t believe that the Eikon willingly left her Dominant.” Joshua said from his seat on another sofa. “Nothing in the stories indicate that this has happened before.”

“Garuda feels very angry when Harman is brought up. Seems she disagrees with what she was doing and planning.” Clive said, one hand resting against his chest where he could feel the Eikon’s agitation churn like a wind storm inside of him.

“Given what we know of Tharmr’s plans, that’s understandable.” Cid rubbed his chin. “If Benedikta is still so wrapped up in him then I can see Garuda not wanting to fall to Ultima. Tharmr is likely wondering if Ultima’s Mythos has finally arrived with Benedikta losing Garuda.”

“That doesn’t explain why he still has Odin, however.” Jill said from her spot by Joshua. “If Garuda left because of Ultima, why hasn’t Odin?”

“Oof.” Clive grunted as Torgal hopped up onto the sofa next to him and draped over his lap, head laying on Cid’s. Thankfully the wolf had left the wyvern bone he had been chomping on by the fire. “Hello Torgal…” he scratched behind the wolf’s ears. Turning his attention back to the room, Clive went back on target, “Odin has always been the Eikon who has spoken the least with me. I can feel him, but it always feels like he’s just waiting for something. I get the feeling he was the last to join with the others before they came to me, maybe he’s just wary?”

“Hmm…” Elwin said as he sat back in thought. “Well, if Kupka is going to be busy fighting Waloed that will likely keep Dhalmkeia from retaliating anytime soon once they figure out what we’re doing with their Bearers we can get our hands on.”

“It does make it difficult, however, to get him on our side to fight Ultima.” Clive countered.

“What do you mean? By fighting Waloed, he is fighting Ultima. Isn’t he?” Joshua asked.

“No, lad.” Cid shook his head. “He’s fighting Benedikta. He likely could care less about Ultima. Probably doesn’t know anything about Ultima. I think it’s safe to say that we shouldn’t expect Titan’s help in the fight.”

“Speaking of the fight against Ultima, Joshua, have you been able to find out any information about the Mothercrystal underneath Twinside?” Clive asked, one hand falling to Cid’s thigh, hidden behind Torgal’s bulk, as he leaned forward in interest.

“There’s some mention of a series of underground tunnels and chambers under the main section of the city. From what I’ve been able to find so far, the underground structure doesn’t connect to Drake’s Tail so it may be how to access this ‘Origin’.” Joshua said. Clive knew he had been doing research with the Undying on the topic. However, his brother couldn’t say that given Jill and Cid weren’t allowed to know about them. “We may need to find a reason to visit the city and go exploring.”

Everyone grew quiet in thought. Clive leaned back against Cid’s chest, enjoying the hand the man wove into his hair at the back of his head. He ran his own hand along the man’s leather clad thigh. “Could we make a trip to the city dual purpose? Searching for the underground structure and connecting back with Dion and Terence about their support of what we’re doing? I know he’s been lying to his father about Rosaria and I worry about the toll it is taking on him.”

“The Prince can’t act visibly in Sanbreque to help Bearers, but he has made it easier for me to get in and sneak many out.” Cid said, “it’s a lot to go against his country like he is. If Waloed is going to be distracted by Kupka then it would be the perfect time for the Prince and his knight to join us. He can tell the Emperor he is meeting us in Twinside, a neutral location, to discuss our progress to their demands.”

Elwin nodded his head. “Sylvestre is likely keen to have an update so will probably give the Prince leave to do so. Clive, send him a note. You both will go and check things. Get a lay of the land.” Clive and Cid nodded. “Joshua can share any information available about it before you leave.” He looked at his youngest who pouted but nodded in agreement. “Hopefully you will be able to find an entrance and create a map for later. Do nothing about it for now, this is simply a scouting mission plus escorting any Bearers Dion is able to get to you.”

“Yes, sir.” Clive and Cid said at the same time.

Clive hoped that they could find a way to ‘Origin’. He would hate for the vision the Eikons had given to him years ago to come true. The idea that the city of Twinside got destroyed as a large part of it floated into the air as part of a giant Mothercrystal that had been hidden from everyone was horrendous. All of the Eikons were in agreement with Clive on keeping that vision from happening if possible, and all were in agreement that ‘Origin’ was a key component to defeating Ultima and the drain of aether from Valisthea. Clive didn’t fully understand how, but he hoped that whatever they found under the city would clear that up.

oOo

Dion let out a gasp as Terence started to move faster with deeper thrusts. His hands clenched against the headboard as his best friend, second-in-command, and most importantly - lover, rocked into him harder and faster. Terence’s hands on his hips helped him keep grounded and even pulled him back in time to meet Terence’s forward push. Sex with Terence was the only time Dion would willingly give control to another and Terence was kind in his love and dominance of Dion. So rarely did they have time together where they knew for sure they would be alone for a long period of time. Because sex in army camps or even the palace was hard to conceal, Dion and Terence had grown used to keeping quiet while having sex. Dion always soaked up any whispered praises Terence dared to utter when he claimed Dion. The only sound in the room this night was the slap of skin on skin and light shifting of the wood bed.

He bit his lip as Terence kissed his neck and reached a hand down to start jerking Dion’s cock in time with his thrusts. While both men enjoyed the slowness at the beginning, for once being able to take their time, they were eager to reach completion now. It didn’t take long for Dion to find release from the dual sensation and moments later he could feel Terence follow, cum filling his ass as his lover stilled. They stayed pressed together, only moving enough to lay on the bed instead of staying on their knees, as they both slowly softened and worked to catch their breaths.

“I am glad His Radiance is allowing us to go to Twinside,” Terence said as he eased his cock out of Dion and reached for a rag to clean them, “and that he didn’t order a full contingent to go with us.”

“Agreed, my love.” Dion turned and cupped Terence’s cheek. “It will be good to see Clive again and to step away from the war with Waloed. But most of all, I am glad to have this time where you and I can finally have time alone together. I am constantly amazed at your ability to find us ways to travel in secrecy.”

“No citizen of Sanbreque expects their Prince to travel in civilian clothes. To them, we are simply two Dragoon Knights on leave and headed to our hometown now that Waloed has turned its gaze away from the Holy Empire.” Terence smiled. “Even with your halberd and my sword in our packs, people will ignore what doesn’t fit their expectations.”

“In any case, I find that I do not mind wearing your clothes.” Dion pressed a kiss to Terence’s lips.

“Nor I in seeing you in them.” Terence replied before returning to kissing Dion, tongue easily sliding into his prince’s open mouth.

It didn’t take long for their passions to reignite and soon Dion happily spread his legs to give Terence space to settle over him. Mouths separating in breathy moans as Terence entered Dion once more, his relaxed entrance making it easy for Terence’s lightly oiled cock to slide in and out.

Notes:

Memes (I'm glad people are enjoying these ^_^)

Hugo: I hold our economy by the balls, fuck the other kingdoms. Waloed made this personal and I wont stop until Garuda's Dominant or I am dead

 

Benedikta: guy can't take a no
Hugo: you lying bitch! this isn't becuase you told me 'no' this is becuase you played me
Barnabas: like a fiddle. she did so well

 

Ultima: are you Mythos?
Person: Who?
Ultima: You're a waste of my time *turns person Akashic* Where is Mythos?

Chapter 18: Unexpected Finds

(In Year of the Realm 868)

“Clive!” Clive turned from where he stood at the wall overlooking the Strait of Autha with Cid at the call of his name. They had checked into their single room at the inn that morning. The receptionist had first been confused by Cid requesting a single room for the two of them, but smartly didn’t say anything.

“Terence,” Clive greeted the Dragoon. “Where’s?”

“He’ll be done in a moment. Sent me ahead to let you know we’ve arrived.” Terence came to a stop next to them. “Sir Telamon.” Terence nodded to Cid.

“Cid, please.” Cid removed his thin cigar and snuffed it out.

“Then please feel free to use our first names while we are here as well.”

“Are you both well?” Clive asked, leaning his side against Cid. He felt Cid shift behind him to press against his back and smiled as the man’s arm wrapped around him. Clive saw Terence’s eyes pick up the movement.

“We are. Shall I be offering my congratulations?”

“Congratulations?” Clive looked over and saw Dion walking towards them. “Ah, I see.”

“Father has given his blessing to our courting. Dion, have you met Cidolfus Telamon previously?” He stated and introduced his lover to his fellow royal.

“Not directly, but I know of you of course. Clive has spoken of you often. I look forward to being invited to your ceremony when it happens.” Dion smiled at the other man, showing no hesitancy to be in his presence given Cid’s previous alliances.

“The pleasure is mine.” Cid nodded to the prince. “We haven’t spoken of specifics yet, but it would be a tragedy if you were unable to attend. I know how close you two are.” Clive smiled as Cid jostled his shoulder as he spoke to Dion.

“Come, let’s take a walk and we can explain what we are looking for. Hopefully it won’t take us too long to find the entry we need.” Clive stepped away from Cid and towards the inn’s exit. “I’m glad you could join us for this, Dion. Hopefully you’re up for a bit of exploration.”

“This will be a nice break from everything.” Dion agreed as he and Terence moved to follow them out of the inn. “So what are we looking for?”

“A hidden Mothercrystal.” Clive smirked at the look of shock on the two’s faces. “Everyone can obviously see Drake’s Tail above the Twinside palace,” He nodded to the top of the giant crystal that can be seen from the road towering over the city. “However, Joshua has come across research that indicates that there is a second crystal here. Hidden underneath the city.” He said as they started walking down the road. He pulled out a few sheets of parchment where Joshua had noted anything he could find about it. He passed the parchment over to Dion for the Prince to scan through as they walked, Terence easily shifting the Prince as they went to keep him from running into anything or anyone.

“Surely Rosaria isn’t hoping to claim it, that would be an act of aggression that none could ignore.” Terence stated.

“Not looking to claim it, no,” Cid chuckled as he walked behind Clive.

“We want to see why it’s hidden.” Clive said, knowing Dion and Terence weren’t ready to hear his true reasoning. Very few knew that their goal was to find the Mothercrystal, find its weaknesses, and make plans to destroy it. “There’s got to be a reason it is hidden beneath the city.”

“Are you certain it’s not just a part of Drake’s Tail?” Dion asked as he passed the parchment back to Terence.

“I don’t think so. Drake’s Tail is very obviously around the palace. We think this other is more towards the center of the city but also near the Strait. The Mothercrystals grow straight up from the ground. Nothing indicates that they spread out under the ground. Drake’s Breath comes straight out of a volcano.” Clive said as they turned down a street that would take them closer to the Strait of Autha.

“And Drake’s Head is straight up as well.” Dion nodded in thought. “That would lead one to believe all act in the same way. So we are looking for an entrance that would take us under the city?”

“Exactly,” Cid said as he drew even with Clive now that they were away from a majority of the crowd. He threw his arm around Clive’s shoulder as they walked. “On our way here we discussed a few ideas. This afternoon we figured we could check along the Strait, see if anything headed back into the city. Tomorrow we could check out the Twinside library, see if there are any documents that indicate access to underground areas.”

“It is nice weather today,” Terence mused as he passed the notes back to Clive. “A walk along the Strait looking for a secret entrance sounds like fun.”

They didn’t find anything the first day, but none of them minded. The second day found them in the Twinside library. All four of them settled down with stacks of books and scrolls, hoping to find anything within the history of the city or architectural designs left behind. On the third day they finally started finding mentions of channels that went under the city. Mostly in designs where it is mentioned that the space was found when construction was happening but everyone who entered got sick and the space was blocked off. Nothing that indicated an entrance still being accessible.

“We may need to look into purchasing a few properties and hope that one of them has a wall or floor we can knock down to gain access.” Cid mused, tapping the library table.

“Maybe not,” Dion said, moving to push items from the middle to set down the scroll he had been looking over. “This is a map of the central plaza and look here.” His finger ran a line across the plaza. “I believe this is one of the underground tunnels. Marked on this map so that they would know where not to dig as they planted all of the trees and planned the central pond. If we can find other maps of the city that lead from the plaza to the Strait, we may be able to find a hidden entrance.”

“Brilliant find, Dion.” Clive stood to look at the map. “The Strait is south of the plaza…” He started rifling through the many scrolls surrounding them. “Aha!” He rolled out another map. “I knew I had seen another with that date marked on it. Here, it’s a large map of the city that has similar lines. I hadn’t realized those might have been tunnel indicators. This maker hadn’t noted that in the map key.”

“Looks like we know where to start our search tomorrow.” Cid said with a grin.

That night, after they had said good night to Dion and Terence, Clive eagerly went to his knees before their shared bed. Sitting on the bed before him was Cid, naked and slowly stroking his cock.

“Please, Cid, let me do that.” Clive whined as he watched his lover’s hand, wanting to replace the man’s hand with his own or with his mouth. Preferably his mouth. Even Ifrit inside of him was eager to connect with the other Eikon’s Dominant, creating a burning inferno of lust within Clive.

“Alright, lad. Come here.” Cid spread his legs and let Clive shuffle closer. Clive waited patiently once he was between Cid’s legs until he felt the other man’s hand settle into his hair and guide his head down. Slowly Cid’s cock slid into Clive’s mouth and he went down, down, down until his lips and nose pressed against the man’s dark pubic hair. He enjoyed how the man’s long and thick cock filled him. Clive had sucked Cid’s cock so much by now that it was second nature to take him in so deeply from the start. He could happily spend his life showing his lover how much he loved it. “That’s it, lad. You take me so well, Clive.” Clive breathed in as Cid let him backup and soon he was bobbing along the length, Cid’s fist in his hair directing the pace, feeling the cock touch the back of his throat each time he went down. Every now and then Cid would hold his head still with both hands and fuck up into his mouth before going back to moving Clive’s head. Cid even directs Clive’s head lower twice, allowing him to suck on the full and heavy balls one at a time sitting beneath the large hard cock.

As he got lost in the feel of his lover dominating his mouth Clive was startled to realize that not only was he feeling immense pleasure, love, and lust from both Ifrit and Ramuh; but he was also feeling similar feelings from Bahamut. Turning his attention to the other Eikon briefly sent the image of Terence and the sensation of his ass being filled to his mind. With a gasp, Clive pulled off of Cid’s cock. “Oh, that’s new.”

“Clive?” Cid’s hand tightened in Clive’s hair, tilting his head up so they could look at each other in the eyes. “What’s new?”

It took a moment for Clive to move past the pleasure he was feeling from Bahamut to answer. “Bahamut just informed me that Dion is having his own fun with Terence. At first I was just feeling Ifrit and Ramuh, like usual, but then I started to feel love and lust from Bahamut too. Seems I have a lot in common with the Prince,” Clive explained as he rocked his hips forward, mind still full of visions of the others which led him to remember the feeling of a cock in his ass. He reached a hand down and started stroking his cock. His eyes closed in pleasure as he tuned back into Bahamut and what was happening to the other Dominant.

A pull at his hair brought his attention back to Cid. “Keep your mind here, Clive. I don’t care what the Prince and his lover are up to, but I’m not about to let you get off on their emotions. You are mine, Clive Rosfield, and I don’t share.”

Clive whined. “It’s so distracting though. I’ve never felt this from the others before.” He moaned as Cid slapped his hand from his cock. As much as he tried to leave what Bahamut was showing him, not wanting to intrude too much in his friends’ pleasure, he was having trouble focusing.

Cid gripped his hair harder and used his other hand to send a jolt of lightning over Clive’s nipples. Clive moaned and his eyes focused on Cid’s looking down at him from the bed. “Back with me?”

“Yes,” Clive panted as his hips stilled. “The shocks help.” He confessed.

“Good to know, now I think you were rather busy with something. You best get back to that. You get distracted again and I’ll shock you,” Cid directed Clive’s head back to his cock. “Be a good lad and maybe I’ll let you set the pace of your ride tonight.”

Clive happily moaned in agreement as he took the cock back into his mouth. He didn’t really care who set the pace of their sex. He enjoyed all of it, especially when Cid was in full control. He enjoyed passing control to another and being dominated by his sexual partners. It was true with Gav and even truer with Cid.

oOo

Titan roared his fury as he attacked the walls at Ravenwit. The Men of the Rock had chased Benedikta to the gated wall before Hugo primed. The area was defended by Waloeder soldiers and part of Titan was surprised that Benedikta would allow herself to be trapped there. He thought for certain he would have to chase the lying bitch all the way back to Stonhyrr. He expected Odin to show up at any moment or even the new Lord Commander Harbard who had ferreted Benedikta away the day she revealed the truth of her deception.

Titan easily remembered Harbard’s parting words as he took her unconscious form from his castle at Drake’s Fang.

“I’m surprised that King Barnabas’ plan to seduce you into agreeing Waloed’s plans worked for so long. I guess the woman was better at convincing you that your love was shared than I expected of her given how often she complained about being sent here when the King sent her from our bed.”

In his shock at the time, Hugo hadn’t been able to do anything to stop them from leaving his castle, let alone Dhalmekia. But he will not allow the bitch to escape him now. He swore he would see her dead for the way she played him. Titan didn’t know why Garuda wouldn’t meet him in battle. Did she really underestimate him that much?

Titan released an Earthen Fury, sending seismic waves at the gate, breaking up the earth under the walls. The attack caused enough damage under the walls that some of the outer walls gained visible cracks. Grabbing large stone blocks knocked loose by the attack, Titan started to pepper the wall with mighty throws, easily destroying the iron gates and stone turrets. If Garuda wouldn’t come out and face him then he would bury her as he brought the building down.

The Men of the Rock knew how to fight around Titan and his attacks, focusing their attacks on the guards streaming out of the wall. With Titan knocking down walls, the Waloeder troops needed to leave unless they wanted to be buried. The Men of the Rock were there to meet them.

As the last of the wall fell to Titan’s fury Hugo felt his anger grow, certain that Benedikta had slipped out the back and left for Stonhyrr despite not seeing her during the battle. Titan was certainly tall enough to see over the wall of Ravenwit. Before releasing his prime, Titan did knock around some of the giant stones to see if there were any more enemies to attack. He could see the Men of the Rock below him, looting corpses and killing any found to still be alive. Seeing one of them waving for his attention, Hugo released the prime and stepped towards the man.

“Lord Kupka, we found Harman. Looks like she was killed by a falling stone during one of your attacks.” The man reported, gesturing over to the left just inside the gated area.

Hugo walked over and found a giant stone block, nearly his size, crushing Benedikta’s lower half. Her face was scratched up and bloody, likely from other rocks as they fell, and her sword nowhere in sight. So she hadn’t run away, just hadn’t bothered to come fight him.

“Cowardly bitch.” He spat down at her before turning. “We’re done here. Let Tharmr come collect his dead if he wants them. Gather those who are still alive and collect what’s needed from those who died. We’re going back to Dhalmekia.”

“Yes, sir.” The man saluted him before running off to pass on the orders.

Notes:

RIP Benedikta...

Memes:

Bahamut: look! look! my dominant is having fun too!
Clive/Ifrit: ooo, this is new
Cid: hey! you're supposed to be paying attention here

 

Ifrit: passion burns like an inferno and i'm Guardian of the Inferno! let me look
Ramuh: exasperating fucking kids!
Bahamut/Ifrit: yes!

Chapter 19: Truth Comes Out

(In Year of the Realm 869)

Clive looked around at everyone gathered at this planning meeting. It had been years in the making. Careful steps taken every step of the way. Connections, research, training. Even unexpected allies. Clive knew that his father, Lord Commander, Joshua, and Jill would be on board. His Eikons had let him know that his lover, Cidolfus, would too once the time was right. Getting Dion on board so early had been hard work, but Clive had laid the groundwork for that when they were still young. He could only hope that five dominants would be enough.

With more time he’d likely be able to convince Titan’s Dominant to work with them, but with everything going on it hadn’t been a priority. Creating a safe space for their Bearers and fighting the Blight were of higher priority than the Dominant who had been in love with one of Waloed’s dominants.

Clive was sorry to hear about Benedikta Harman’s death at the hands of Titan’s Dominant. Not because he knew her, but because of how the news had saddened Cid. The man had always hoped that she would free herself from her chains and realize that Barnabas was using her for his god’s plan.

“Clive, before we move forward it may be pertinent to bring everyone onto the same page.” Elwin stated once the last of the servers left the room leaving only those invited to the discussion in the room.

“It’s a long story…” Clive says, looking over everyone. “There’s a lot of myths involved as well. Alright, um…” He didn’t know why he felt so nervous. He’d told the story before, or at least parts of it over time. “I think the first thing I should mention, to get Dion and Terence caught up on this, is that I am a Dominant as well. My Eikon is Ifrit, the Guardian of the Inferno. I manifested at five and when I manifested Ifrit I also gained aspects of the other Eikons, except Leviathan, as well.”

As proof, Clive brought forth enough aether from each Eikon to show he could access their powers. Dion leaned forward in interest when Bahamut was pulled forward, his own likely confirming the connection. “Fascinating. This means that Rosaria is actually protected by four Eikons, not three like you told me and I passed along to my father.”

“That is correct.” Elwin said. “I hope you can understand the deception. We have been keeping Clive’s Eikon a secret for as long as possible. Even when we had him prime in the battle against the Iron Kingdom, the soldiers knew to only say that the Fire Eikon had fought on their side. We did not want rumors of a second fire Eikon to spread.”

Dion nodded his head to show his understanding. “I don’t blame you. Many would not have believed it even if the truth had gotten out.”

“We didn’t want the information to spread to Waloed.” Clive added.

“For good reason,” Cid spoke up. “If Tharmr learned that a second fire Eikon had appeared then his god would learn of it shortly after.”

“His god?” Terence asked.

“Ultima is his name.” Joshua spoke up. “We have been researching him for years. He is a being that has been in Valisthea from the earliest histories. There is a cult that worships him. He is also the cause of the Blight. Well, he caused the start of the Blight by creating the Mothercrystals to soak up the aether from Valisthea.”

“When the land loses enough aether it becomes Blighted. As aether drains from the land, the Blight spreads. Aether is being consumed by the Mothercrystals but also by any use of the small crystals and magic.” Elwin explained.

“It’s what happened in the Northern Territories. Magic was heavily used for years and the Blight quickly spread. Eventually we lost our Mothercrystal, Drake’s Eye, to the Blight and an agreement was made with Archduke Rosfield that I would become his political ward and my people would be allowed to seek refuge in Rosaria.” Jill added. “It wasn’t until I got here that I learned about all of this. If my people had known about it years before we may have been able to save our land.”

Elwin picked up the explanation once she finished speaking. “That is why Rosaria changed our stance on Bearers and decreased our reliance on magic. Crystals are illegal to own and use, Bearers’ use of magic is restricted as well to our borders where they fight to stop and reverse the Blight, and even our Eikons have rarely been used. Anyone showing signs of the crystal’s curse are forbidden from continuing to use magic so that they can live the rest of their lives as normal citizens and not die by turning to stone.”

“So you plan to destroy the Mothercrystals? All of them?” Terence asked.

“The Kingdoms will not willingly allow you to destroy their crystals.” Dion said.

“No,” Clive shook his head. “Destroying the Mothercrystals would only release all of the aether they had gathered into the air, creating areas flooded in aether and turning anyone within that area Akashic. It would also alert Ultima that the ‘Mythos’ he is searching for is active.”

“You forgot to mention that Tharmr and Ultima hope that Mythos destroys the Mothercrystals and cause aether floods. They want the land to be destroyed by the Blight, that’s the real reason he has been pushing to claim Sanbreque. Ash is almost completely Blighted, if he can claim another Kingdom he can start forcing the Blight to spread faster there too.” Cid said. “Tharmr will do anything Ultima asks of him, he is a member of the religion ‘Circle of Malius’, and his new Lord Commander will do anything Barnabas tells him to - just as Benedikta did.”

“Mythos?” Dion asked. “Circle of Malius?”

“The Circle of Malius is an ancient religion that worships Ultima.” Cid answered.

“According to what we could find and what Cid knew from Tharmr, Mythos is a person that Ultima would plan to possess to cast a spell that would…” Joshua paused, “honestly our research was a little hazy here. Some things pointed to the destruction of everything on Valisthea and others pointed to a restoration of Valisthea to an unknown point in our distant past.”

“Either option would spell disaster for those currently living here.” Dion put together. “So where is this ‘Mythos’? And if you aren’t planning to destroy the Mothercrystals, what is the plan?”

“I would have been ‘Mythos’,” Clive states. “However, when I manifested both Ifrit and the aspects of the other Eikons I gained visions of things in the future. Visions of people and events that allowed us to make plans to fight back against Ultima’s plans. I have not been ‘Mythos’ since then. The Eikons call me ‘Logos’ instead.”

“That’s why you reached out to me so long ago. You gained a vision of us working together?” Dion asked.

“Yes and no?” Clive tilted his head. “Yes, I got a vision of you from Bahamut but it wasn’t a vision of us working together. At that time it was just a vision of you and a lot of feelings - loneliness and protectiveness for the most part. Bahamut really likes you, Dion, and the Bahamut within me and Ifrit both encouraged me to reach out to you. As a fellow royal, I figured we would have similarities growing up. I had Joshua and you had Terence, but beyond that? I figured we could also have each other. I am sorry that I kept so much of this from you for so long, and I never wanted to come between you and your people.”

“And the plan, to get back to your other question,” Elwin picked up, “is to destroy the Origin Mothercrystal under Twinside.”

“Yes,” Clive said, “through many visions and a lot of work to translate what they were trying to convey, we have come to understand that while the known Mothercrystals are gathering aether from their areas all of that aether is being stored and sent into Origin for when Ultima is ready to cast his spell. If we can destroy Origin, then that flow would stop and maybe even be reversed. The Eikons aren’t fully certain. Either it will be reversed into the other Mothercrystals and back into the land, or the flow would stop and disappear into the land where it is. However, because it is buried deep below the surface, either option will have the same effect. Aether will go back into the land and the Blight will be forced back.”

“Then what? I’m guessing other Kingdoms will need to adopt Rosaria’s ways and decrease their reliance on magic as well to ensure that the Blight doesn’t continue to spread.” Dion crossed his arms in thought.

“That’s correct.” Elwin nodded. “Eventually other Kingdoms will need to follow in our footsteps if they want to avoid the spread of the Blight, or even the return of the Blight.”

“I have been doing what I can to make small changes where I have influence since I was sent to demand your return to the treaty. However, I cannot make major progress until I take over as Emperor.” Dion looked over at Terence. “I may not agree with all of the decisions the Emperor makes, but I cannot overtly disobey.”

“Nor are we asking you to.” Elwin assured the other. “All that is being asked of those in this room is are you willing to travel to Twinside, find Origin, and destroy it? You will likely be confronted by Ultima either just before or after you destroy the Mothercrystal.”

“Tharmr and his new Lord Commander will likely try to stop us as well.” Cid added. “Aye, I will fight.”

“I will fight.” Jill spoke up, followed by Clive and Joshua.

Dion looked at Terence who nodded in return. “We will fight.” They said in unison.

“I may not be a Dominant like the rest of you, but I will provide whatever support I can.” Terence continued.

“Then, it’s time to make formal plans.” Elwin said, sitting forward.

Notes:

Meme:

Joshua *commissions new Orlog piece, Ifrit, and shows it off*
Joshua: it does everything!
Dion and Terence: that's cheating!
Clive: he's not wrong though... it's just I can do everything, not Ifrit
Joshua: they wouldn't let me do big brother *pout*

Chapter 20: Going Down

(In Year of the Realm 870)

In the months following the initial planning meeting lots of secret excursions had been made to Twinside to map as much of the underground tunnels as they could. A majority of the mapping was done by Gav, the scout happily participating in this secret mission and being careful to pass along information on the mechanical looking enemies he encountered or snuck past. They made plans for a variety of contingencies and noted what areas went far enough underground, and were large enough, for their Eikons to come out. Unfortunately for Dion and Joshua, most of the spaces weren’t large enough for either winged Eikon. Even Ifrit, Ramuh, and Shiva would have difficulty in most spaces.

Much of the planning between Dion and the group in Rosaria was done via coded messages passed along through a network Cid and Dion had created as part of saving as many Sanbrequois Bearers as possible without raising the alarm. It made progress slow, but they didn’t want to risk a stolas being intercepted or raise questions by having Dion be somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be.

Clive had been keen to go as soon as possible but was reminded by a lot of people how much planning was needed. One person disappearing for a few weeks, even if it's the Archduke’s eldest son, wasn’t going to cause questions. Five Dominants disappearing for a few weeks would. One idea proposed was to wait until this year’s Remembrance Ceremony as they would all be required in Twinside anyways. Another was to do it months before or after the Ceremony so as to lessen the chance of Tharmr catching on to them doing something.

After much deliberation, it was decided that they would arrive in Twinside for the Ceremony early. Dion and Terence would need to convince the Emperor that sending Dion and the Dragoons early would allow them to check for any potential issues that Waloed or Dhalmekia might cause. Clive hoped that Dion didn’t run into any trouble from his father as it sounded like the Emperor was becoming more suspicious of the prince’s actions.

To anyone who asked, Elwin said that he wanted to enjoy a little break with his family in the beautiful city before the Ceremony. Uncle Byron stayed behind this year to manage the Kingdom in the Archduke’s absence. Cid would sneak in under the radar separately, arriving in the city hours after the Rosfields and Jill. From the last message received from Dion, he and Terence would be arriving the following day with a small selection of Dragoon Knights.

The morning of the planned attack Clive was carefully dressing in his armor in the room he shared with Joshua. Behind him, his younger brother was doing the same. Even though Joshua was now twenty years old, this would be the first major battle he would be participating in. He had fought against footpads and various wildlife across Rosaria, but nothing like this. Clive hoped that the training Joshua had received from the Undying in magic would make up for any difference.

Clive carefully strapped Gotterdammerung on his back broadsword holster before they left the room to meet up with the others downstairs. The giant and intricate sword had been a courting gift from Cid last year. Apparently the man had come across a pair of blacksmiths in Dravozd while assisting his contact in Dalimil with an issue, seen their work, and then commissioned the broadsword for Clive. He had worried that the broadsword would slip from his hands too easily given the hilt’s stylized design but he actually found the weapon to be very easy to wield.

“There you boys are,” Jill said as she turned to watch them come down the stairs of the inn. Torgal perked up from where he had been laying at her feet. With a tail wag he walked over to get morning pats from the brothers. He had spent the night with Jill as an ‘extra level of protection’. Mostly she just wanted something to snuggle up to given her lovers were left back in Rosaria. “We thought we would grab breakfast at that little cafe on the waterfront. Cidolfus and His Grace have gone to grab seats for everyone.”

“Sounds great.” Joshua beamed and led the way outside. The cafe mentioned was found by Gav during one of his scouting trips and conveniently near a hidden opening into the underground tunnels that got them close to where the Mothercrystal was.

They arrived at the cafe and saw that Dion and Terence had arrived before them. Sitting down with the group, it didn’t take long for a server to come by and get everyone’s orders. If the server wondered why so many royals were seated at their cafe, they didn’t say a thing. Clive privately thought it was unlikely she recognized all of them given they were careful not to carry anything that indicated their loyalties. Dion and Terence had even avoided the typical white and silver that was worn by Dragoons and were instead wearing tans and pale green. Dion’s Dragoon halberd still hinted at their occupation, but it was easily overlooked.

As their food was served and the large group ate, they discussed innocuous things: Clive and Cid’s upcoming mariage upon completion of their courtship, Jill’s courtship with a soldier and healer, even Joshua mentioned an woman name Jote that he had grown fond of during his training, the dragons Dion and Terence were raising, and questions on if Dhalmekia’s contingent and Waloed’s contingent would be able to stay peaceful given Titan’s attack on Waloed’s forces the previous year.

Once everyone was finished Elwin locked eyes with all of them. “Good luck. Watch each other’s backs and come back safely.” They all nodded and slipped away from the table, leaving Elwin to sort the bill and walk back to the inn with Torgal as his guard. Torgal had wanted to go with them, but Clive told the wolf that someone had to stay back and guard the Archduke. He had always been amazed at how much Torgal understood, but extremely grateful for it now.

The group of Dominants and Terence made their way to the hidden entrance and carefully made sure that no one saw them enter. “Careful, Gav’s scouting indicated that the path here at the start had rubble that we’ll need to climb over.” Clive said as he led the way forward. He couldn’t help but think the silence was eerie as they walked down the hall. Both fire Dominants sent up small balls of fire to light their way.

“So…” Cid’s voice broke the silence behind Clive. “What do you think a group of Dominants is called? I think we would be called a Conspiracy. It seems to be all we do when we’re together.”

“Surely we’d be an Ambush? Given Dominants are used for war.” Clive shot a look over his shoulder at his lover. “Although, hopefully after this that won’t be true.”

“A Pandemonium seems more accurate.” Terence teased as he spoke up from behind Dion.

Jill let out a laugh, “I rather think a Dazzle would be most accurate. Have you seen yourselves? Such fancy men.”

“That’s not fair to you though, Jill.” Joshua said with a laugh.

“What do you mean? Shiva just dazzles in a different way.” She sounded almost smug. The group shared a laugh as they went down the corridor.

“Hold up,” Clive whispered. “Seems like we have company up ahead. Some of those mechanical things Gav mentioned.”

“If they’re mechanical then my lightning should be able to get rid of them quickly.” Cid spoke, looking over Clive’s shoulder as they hid behind a corner. “Doesn’t look like many of them. A pile drive will make quick work of them.”

“What about two then?” Clive smirked at the other man.

“After you, lad.” Cid bowed, arm swept up, for Clive to lead the way. Two lightning attacks later the rest of the group came around the corner and the group continued on.

“I hate to say this,” Dion started.

“Then don’t,” Clive looked back at his friend.

“Surely this seems too simple?”

“Diiiiiiiooooooon!” Joshua whined from the back of the group as they entered a large cavernous space. “Don’t you know you can’t say things like that? You’ll bring bad luck!”

“Indeed, Your Highness. Did your father not ever tell you to be careful of your words?” Everyone stopped in surprise in the middle of the cavern as a thin man with silver hair, one side braided and the other left free, appeared in the archway across from them. “You all are not where you are meant to be.”

“You seem to know who we are, but it is rude to not introduce yourself.” Jill stated as she shifted next to Clive.

“That’s Sleipnir Harbard.” Clive said, “Tharmr’s new Lord Commander.”

“Indeed. You are well informed, Marquess Rosfield.” The man mockingly bowed to the group. “I am afraid that we cannot allow you to go any further.”

“We?” Cid asked, obviously glancing around.

“Have you forgotten my abilities so quickly, Cidolfus?”

The group partially spun to look back behind them. A dark haired man now filled the hallway they had come from. “Barnabas.” Cid said. “You would not be here yourself if we weren’t on the right track.”

“You were always smart, Cidolfus. I could never figure out if that was a byproduct of being Ramuh’s Dominant or your natural skill. It is a shame that you could not understand our place in this world.”

‘Dear Founder,’ Clive thought as he heard King Tharmr speak for the first time and saw him for the first time in ten years. ‘I can see why Cid stayed with the man so long. That scruffy look with that voice… fuck.’ Clive concentrated really hard to not get aroused by the man and to focus on the mission. He knew he had a type, rich baritone with dark hair and older, but he hadn’t expected to be confronted by it during this excursion.

“I understood what your god said our place was. I just disagreed.” Cid said in return.

“You cannot be allowed to continue forward. It is not time yet for Origin. Return to the surface of Twinside willingly or be taken upon your defeat.” They all tensed at the treat. “Fear not. It is not time for you to die.”

“Clive, we’ll distract them. Once you have an opportunity, run for the crystal.” Jill stated, eyes on Sleipnir. “Only one of them is a Dominant.”

“Terence and I will take on the Lord Commander.” Dion spoke, shifting to face the man with the other Dragoon.

“Odin is mine,” Cid said.

“With my assistance.” Jill shifted to face Barnabas. “Two Dominants are better than one.”

“Come, brother. You and I will continue on as planned.” Joshua moved to stand by Clive.

“Join us as soon as you can.” Clive said, looking over his friends and love. “May Metia guide your attacks.”

“How cute,” Sleipnir said with a grin. “You think I will allow you to continue forward? My master has so nicely asked for you to return topside.”

“You will not stop our mission. Terence!” Dion called out and he jumped up.

“My Prince,” Terence responded as he lunged forward, sword shooting forward and causing Sleipnir to jump to the side.

At the same time Jill and Cid drew their swords and faced down Barnabas. With both Waloeders engaged in battle, Clive and Joshua raced from the room.

oOo

“Be careful of his blade, lass,” Cid warned. “It can send out a blast of power that cuts through many things.”

“Noted.” Jill said as she took an offensive stance.

“So you have chosen to defy fate. How… tedious.” Barnabas almost sounded bored as he considered the two. “It seems I must deal with you before I can stop the Phoenix. Very well.” In the blink of an eye Barnabas disappeared from where he had been standing and appeared directly before Jill. She barely got her sword up in time to block an attack from the other. With them locked Cid swung, hoping to either hit Barnabas or to force him back. “Cidolfus, always looking to save others.”

“That’s what Commanders are supposed to do. Save the lives of their kingdom.” Cid replied. “Something you never seemed to understand in your lust for power and desire to betray people to your god.”

“I betrayed no one, many simply do not understand their place in Ultima’s world. Once, you too worked towards that goal.”

“Until I understood what it meant. The world you looked to create.” Cid grunted as he blocked another attack from Barnabas. It had been a while since he had engaged in conversation while fighting. He was given a moment's reprieve when Jill used Shiva’s powers to draw Barnabas’ attention.

As Cid caught his footing, he spared a glance over to the two Dragoons. Both younger men were making use of jump attacks and sweeps of their weapons. It was obvious to Cid that both had trained together for a decade. Despite their skills, Dion’s use of Bahamut’s powers, and knowledge of each other, Sleipnir seemed to be holding his own against them. He turned his attention back to Barnabas in time to see Jill stumble back from a barrage of sword strikes. Cid, to give her time to regain her footing, shot out bolts of lightning at Barnabas.

Cid got lost in the dance of the battle. He and Jill took turns to distract Barnabas when the other needed a moment. The two made it difficult for Barnabas to focus on one alone.

“Terence!” Dion’s shout grabbed their attention. Looking over, Cid saw Sleipnir standing over the young man whose sword was knocked from his hand, with one foot holding the other down and his large sword pointing at the man’s neck. Dion was kneeling on the floor, obviously having done a Dragoon jump that missed.

“Humans should never butt in on Eikon matters. I doubt my master will care if you are taken from the narrative.” Sleipnir mused, raising his sword up.

Cid’s attention didn’t stay on the Lord Commander long as Barnabas stumbled out of his fighting stance in a flash of red and black. “What?” Wearily he watched as the King looked down at his hand in confusion. “But Mythos isn’t here. How have I lost Odin?”

“There is no Mythos, Barnabas.” Cid said.

“Master?” Sleipnir called out, drawing everyone’s attention again. “Master, I-” Everyone watched in shock as the man’s body was filled by lines of Odin’s red and Akashic blue before he just… shattered.

“Sleipnir?” Barnabas’s sword dropped from his hand. “No. This cannot be. Where is Mythos? Where is Mythos!?” He yelled as his human appearance dropped away for a form riddled by aether. “Mythos has to be here. First Garuda, now Odin disappears? Mythos must be here.”

“I told you, there is no Mythos.” Cid quickly regained his whits, hand clenching on his sword. He could figure out when Barnabas became Akashic later. “The person Ultima has been searching for never materialized. Logos did though.”

“Logos? No… That would mean Ultima’s plan will fail. That everything has been for nothing. Spreading the Blight, getting the people of Ash to give up their wills to Ultima… it was all for nothing? Mother… mother was killed for nothing? No… No…” Cid could only watch, wary, as Barnabas stumbled towards him, hysterical laughter falling from the man. Sure the man apparently lost Odin and had dropped his weapon, but he was obviously Akashic. Cid raised his sword in warning, certain the man would stop. “It was all for nothing.” Was the last thing Barnabas said before he forced himself onto Cid’s sword, hands’ grasping Cid’s arm to stop him from jerking back. “If only you could have given up your free will, my dear Lord Commander.”

Before Cid could respond, Barnabas broke apart like all who die after turning Akashic.

“Great Greagor… what just happened?” Dion’s voice broke through the sudden silence. “Has the Waloeder King been Akashic this whole time?”

“More importantly, are you alright, Cid?” Jill stepped towards him, hand stretched to him.

“I’m not infected, I don’t think. Just wasn’t expecting that.” Cid replied.

“I don’t think any of us were.” Terence said as he sat up, wincing in pain from the battering he had taken from the Lord Commander. “With the way the Lord Commander disappeared… was he too connected with Odin?”

“That’s a problem for another day, once we are safely out of here.” Cid turned to the hall the brothers had disappeared down at the start of the battle. “We should be close based on the maps from Gav. Let us catch up to Clive and Joshua. If Barnabas was here, Ultima might be as well.”

“Can you go on?” Dion asked his second-in-command.

“With you? Always.” Came the whispered reply as Dion helped the other up. Cid pointedly ignored them, allowing the two a moment to confirm the other was good to continue.

“Knowing the brothers, they either went just far enough to be safe from battle and are waiting for us or they have reached the crystal. Either way, we should go.” Jill said as Dion and Terence picked up their weapons. Cid was tempted to grab Odin’s sword but decided to leave it behind, leading the way from the room.

Notes:

Memes:

Elwin: you want to court my eldest?
Clive: I love him daddy
Elwin: I know I told Jill she can marry who she wants but I guess you can too. Joshua is the one who will be Duke and can have a political match.
*few years later*
Joshua: Father, this is Jote, one of the Undying. I love her
Elwin: um.... shit

 

The Undying: Can we do that? Marry the Duke?
Joshua: I want this one! *holding Jote*
The Undying: *shrugs* He is the Phoenix.

 

Terence: Well it looks like I'm the odd one out... again
Dion: What do you mean? I thought we covered this?
Terence: You're all Dominants... and I'm not?
Joshua: You're not odd, Sir Terence! Don't say that.
Clive: He has a point though...
Dion: You have something more important than being a Dominant, Terence, don't be ridiculous.
Jill: What's that?
Dion: He's dating me.

Chapter 21: Origin

Notes:

Any dialogue you recognize is from the amazing FFXVI writers/voice actors. They did such an amazing job I couldn't not use what they gave us. <3

(In Year of the Realm 870)

“When Barnabas told me someone was going to attempt to breach Origin, I thought he had finally found Mythos. But you aren’t Mythos, not yet. Why have you entered my arc?”

Clive was surprised by the four armed, blue tinted being that appeared before them. He had thought the Eikons were mistaken when they showed him visions of the being they called Ultima. He looked unreal.

“Your arc?” Joshua asked from beside him.

“It was here that we slumbered. Here that we waited.” Ultima stated. His tone never changing. “For centuries, clinging to our decrepit shell for fear that we might have need of it once again. You have come to it, but too soon. It is not time. The Mothercrystals have not finished their job.”

“What is that?” A strangled voice asked from behind them. Clive looked over his shoulder to see the others had finally caught up.

“That, Terence, would be Ultima. Tharmr’s god. The one that wants the world to suffer,” came Cid’s response as he lit a thin cigar and took a deep breath in. “Just as ugly as the first time I caught a glimpse of him.”

“‘Dominants’. We shall show you what it means to suffer. If Mythos insists on being here so soon, incomplete, then we will force the completion.” Ultima droned on, eyes taking in those before him.

“That doesn’t sound good.” Jill quipped as they all prepared their weapons for battle.

“The suffering of Dominants and Bearers, of Valisthea, ends here.” Clive responded to Ultima. “You cannot control us as you did Tharmr. You will not claim us.”

“Your surrender will save you much suffering.” Ultima stated as aether was pulled towards him, coalescing into a ball before his hand. The giant ball of magic hurdled towards them. Joshua rushed forward and cast a shield before the group, taking the impact of the attack. “Why do you deny the inevitable?”

“We don’t believe things are inevitable.” Jill stated as the attack dissipated. “Already we have found a way to fight against the Blight. Just because something looks hopeless, doesn’t mean it is.”

“Countless centuries we have waited for the moment of Mythos’ birth. The moment in which we might revel in our creation. Only to find it profaned and so… it must be cleansed.” Ultima sent a larger attack which eventually broke Joshua’s shield and caused them all to scatter around the room.

“He charges while he speaks,” Dion called out. “We must not give him time to do so.”

“Agreed,” Cid responded. “Seems he cares little for our responses to his words - let’s take him down and be done with this.”

All of them attacked, one after the other, with both normal attacks and magic. Each time Clive cast with a different Eikon power Ultima seemed to focus on him more and more. Sometimes one of them got a strong hit in and it would draw his attention. They easily kept his focus bouncing around all of them.

“Unexpected. How is it your will endures?” Ultima asked. “Countless before you have willinging gave theirs up to us, yet you continue to struggle.”

“Because it is not so easily broken!” Clive slashed at him with Odin’s power lining his blade.

“But it can be broken. And we shall see it so. For such is my will.” Ultima shot an attack directly at Terence, blasting the Dragoon back and into a wall.

“Terence!” Dion shouted from his spot on the opposite side of the space.

“Don’t give up the attack,” Joshua stated as he ran to cover Terence from another attack. “I have him.”

Clive quickly attacked Ultima, trying to draw his attention from the downed fighter and give time for Joshua to heal the other. He switched up which Eikon he attacked with one after another.

“What’s this? We sense… More here than mere will. Is this Logos? Have you truly become… free?”

“I have only ever been Logos.” Clive answered, knowing his answer would enrage the other.

Ultima flew towards Clive. “No… We forbid it! You are not a god. You are but flesh and bone. You are not one of us.” His movement caused a shockwave that pushed them all back. “I created you. All of you. And what is mine, is mine to destroy!” He reached for Clive but stopped at the sound of Dion’s voice.

“Once perhaps, but we are no longer yours.” Dion said, “have you forgotten our purpose? I have not.” Dion semi-primed and sent a megaflare at the crystal’s heart suspended at the end of the room.

“No!” Ultima cried out as the attack hit and the crystal shattered. “How? How is this possible?” Aether seeped from the crystal, most of it sinking down through the earthen floor and some floating up through empty spaces above them. “No… No… No… My will is inviolable. Something is wrong. You are not meant to be Logos.”

“I have always been Logos, Ultima, and with this your plan is ruined. Valisthea will be saved from the Blight and from you.” Clive said. Without planning it ahead of time all of them charged their final magic attacks and shot them at Ultima at the same time.

“No… I cannot end. I am the end!” Ultima appeared from the smoke of all attacks hitting at once. “The world you seek is but a fantasy!”

“The only fantasy here is yours. And we shall be its final witness.” In sync Clive and Cid swung their swords, slashing both lower and upper torso, at the same time Jill jabbed hers in his back and Dion threw his halberd into his neck.

Ultima dropped to the floor and started to break apart. His face was turned to Joshua and Terence as he fell. “Tell me…” came his voice as he laid there. “What do you imagine will befall this world now that you have gained your precious freedom?”

“I don’t know, but we will have the time to figure it out. There will be suffering, but there will also be joy.” Clive answered, compelled to in the being’s final moments.

“It is for this that you have fought so fiercely? This uncertainty? Why?”

“It’s who we are.” Cid spoke next after taking a puff of his cigar. Clive was amazed to realize the man’s cigar had made it through the battle. “We fight.”

“We survive.” Joshua spoke up as he helped Terence to stand and brought them closer. “We endure.”

“We don’t need a reason.” Jill added.

“When we stumble, we reach for a shoulder to lean on.” Dion said, watching Joshua help Terence.

“When we fall, we stand back up.” Terence said as he came to a stop next to Dion.

“We see the horizon ever out of reach and still we march on, certain the answers lie just beyond it.” Clive said, “because that is our way.”

“Your world is dead. Enjoy an eternity on its blacked husk.” Ultima said, trying to get in a last word.

“Not so dead when we can reverse the Blight.” Cid said, but Ultima was already gone. Body fading away like the aether in the destroyed crystal.

“We should leave before the aether floods this place.” Joshua warned. “We must make certain that destroying it didn’t cause damage above.”

“Agreed.” Everyone nodded. Without a glance back at the aether settling in the room they all hurried back the way they came.

oOo

Upon reaching the exit of the underground area they all carefully slid out into the alley and back onto the street. All being careful to not draw attention to themselves. They were relieved and surprised to note that nothing seemed to be damaged by their activity below the city. Equally relieved to note that despite how long it felt like they were down there, it was still light out.

“Alright, let’s go back to the inn and figure things out from there.” Cid suggested as he looked around.

“We should probably take different routes back to decrease the attention a large group would bring.” Terence suggested. “Especially us two with a party from Rosaria.”

“Joshua and Jill should head directly back, Dion and Terence can take a northern route, and we can come up from the Strait.” Clive suggested, “pairs walking around is a normal enough sight.”

With a plan agreed upon, they split up. Clive kept his ears open as he walked by Cid’s side, enjoying the arm the man threw around him. Most of the conversation he could hear as they walked sounded like normal, everyday conversation you’d expect in a city. Especially in the lead up to a large Ceremony that had royalty and leaders from foreign kingdoms in attendance. However, the closer they got to their inn and the palace the more people seemed to be whispering to each other and casting looks towards where the palace would be.

“Clive, I think we have found what effect destroying the Origin Mothercrystal caused.” Cid murmured against his temple. As they turned the corner and got a look down the main road, Clive understood what he and the whispers meant.

“Dear Founder…” Clive gasped in shock, carefully still moving by Cid’s direction. “Is the Mothercrystal dimmer?” He wasn’t certain if it was a trick of the light, clouds obscuring the sun, but Drake’s Tail certainly looked slightly duller. The bright aether blue of the crystal was now more of a sky blue.

“I can’t say for certain, but it looks dimmer to me. It may be what we did below has an effect on all Mothercrystals.” Cid murmured. “We’ll need to see the others to know for sure, but it’s certainly going to be a topic of discussion at the Ceremony.”

Cid wasn’t wrong, the closer they got to the inn the more people on the street were discussing whether or not the Mothercrystal looked different. Even the inn was abuzz with speculation. All that night and the following morning it seemed all anyone could talk about. By the time they were gathering for the Ceremony it was official - everyone could agree that Drake’s Tail wasn’t as bright as normal. It was still beautiful in the way it towered over the city, but the color had changed.

“Are all delegations here?” An official asked as everyone gathered for the Remembrance Ceremony. Clive wondered who would bring up the missing Waloed delegation first. None of the kingdoms currently in attendance were allies with the kingdom from Ash at this point in time.

“Has the delegation of Waloed not arrived?”

“I’m afraid King Tharmr and his Lord Commander will not be attending this year.” Elwin calmly stated.

“Is there something you’d like to share, Archduke Rosfield?” The Emperor of Sanbreque, Sylvestre Lesage, asked as he looked over their delegation.

“Only that despite this being a week and location of non-aggression between our Kingdoms, the two men decided to attack members of my delegation yesterday.” Elwin said, looking over his sons. “It seems King Tharmr and his Lord Commander underestimated them.” The implication was clear.

“Your Grace,” Jill spoke up in the silence that filled the hall from her seat behind Joshua and next to Cid. “Do the histories not say that according to Waloeder law, the person who defeats the King in battle becomes the new King? Is that not what history says King Tharmr did?”

Clive bit his lip to keep from grinning or laughing. This was not a move he expected.

“I do believe you are correct, Lady Warrick.” Elwin mused, one hand rubbing his chin and hiding his own smile.

“Where are you going with this girl?” The Prime Minister of the Dhalmekian Republic asked.

“If we are to follow the history of the Kingdom of Waloed, then its new King is here.” She stated and pulled away the covering on an item she had carefully brought with her. She refused to tell Clive or Joshua what it was. “Cidolfus Telamon fought and defeated King Tharmr, making him the new king.” She presented a sword to Cid. Clive thought it looked familiar but wasn’t sure where he had seen it before.

“Barnabas’ sword…” Cid said, looking over the intricate blade being presented to him. “I left that where he dropped it.”

“And I picked it up.” Jill smiled. “Archduke Rosfield agreed with me last night when I brought up the issue, Your Majesty.”

“The Grand Duchy of Rosaria formally recognizes Cidolfus Telamon as King of Waloed.” Elwin said clearly, causing Cid to look at the other man in surprise. “And formally recognizes Waloed as an ally of Rosaria going forward with the marriage of our two families.”

“Father…” Clive’s brain was racing, trying to keep up with everything happening.

“As Prince of The Holy Empire of Sanbreque, I, Dion Lesage and Bahamut’s Dominant, do hereby formally recognize Cidolfus Telamon as King of Waloed and friend of Sanbreque.” Dion announced, causing his father to gap in surprise at him.

“Dion!” Sylvestre hissed at his son, but did nothing more. Speaking out against it now would cause major issues that were best dealt with behind closed doors.

“The Dhalmekian Republic has no feud with Cidolfus Telamon and is willing to accept his claim to Ash. From what we hear it is almost completely Blighted with very few humans left on the island.” The Dhalmekian Prime Minister said after a short discussion with his fellow representatives.

“Could have warned a man, lass.” Cid heaved out a heavy breath before reaching forward to accept the sword. He shot a look at Elwin before he cleared his throat and made an announcement that shook many in the room. “I guess I should make it clear here in front of everyone, Waloed will be complying with the non-aggression part of the treaty being Celebrated here, but fully plans to ignore the part about Bearers. In fact, Waloed will be following in Rosaria’s footsteps to combat the Blight on its shores and save any and all Bearers that live there from a life of slavery.”

“What a splendid idea,” Dion stated, once more cutting his father off from saying anything. “The Holy Order of the Knights Dragoon too have seen the extraordinary work being done in Rosaria and pledge to work towards doing the same in Sanbreque.”

The room descended into chaos as those who hadn’t been involved with everything over the last twenty years tried to catch up on what was happening. Clive couldn’t stop grinning as he looked over and caught Cid’s eye, ignoring the shouting across the room behind him. Cid was the only one with a weapon in the room, and while Clive was curious on how Jill had snuck it in, he wasn’t worried about things escalating beyond words at this time. He stepped closer to Cid and smirked at the man.

“Marrying a king am I? Should I start calling you ‘Your Majesty’ in bed?”

“Don’t you dare…”

Clive couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up inside of him if he tried. They were in for years of hard work, completely reversing the Blight and making things better for every life in Valisthea, but Clive was looking forward to the challenge.

~Fin~

Notes:

Thank you everyone for coming on this journey with me and commenting! It definitely made my August better and gave me something to look forward to with all the insane work things that have been happening. I hope you enjoyed the conclusion and the story.

Final Meme:

Ultima: Mythos?
Clive: I'm Logos
Ultima: What? But.... there was a plan

Notes:

FFXVI uses so many great references to old and ancient cultures that I’m still trying to wrap my head around them all. One I found particularly fascinating was the purpose of using the name Mythos and then at the end Logos for Clive by Ultima. Because - the terms “mythos” and “logos” are used to describe the transition in ancient Greek thought from articulating things through a story (mythos) to articulating them through human logic (logos). Think Homer vs Socrates. Homer taught people lessons through The Odyssey, using story and myths to help others to understand and make sense of things. Socrates encouraged people to think in the now and use rational reasoning to learn, not stories. Clive went from following the storyline Ultima was using to lead the world, based on myths Ultima spread, to using human logic and reasoning of what was currently happening to make decisions. Clive transitioned from mythos thinking to logos thinking. (Neither is inherently better than the other, it’s why we still have fairy tales that children get told.)

TL:DR This story came about because of the differences between mythos and logos.