[Legend of Sun Knight] fic: Grace - Chapter 1: Grip
Title: Grace - Chapter 1: Grip
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1207
Summary: When asked what he would sacrifice his life for, Grisia's answer has always been his brothers, the Twelve Holy Knights, and his answer has never changed. Even if he's thrust into the future, into a world where the Twelve Holy Knights no longer exist, his answer won't change. It doesn't matter that his brothers don't remember. Or that some of them aren't even... "brothers" anymore. After all, Grisia would do the same for his sisters too! Time travel / reincarnation / genderbender / harem
Notes: IDEK what this is.
Previous Chapter
Chapter 1: Grip
Never let it be said that Strawberry is a pushover. She definitely isn't one!
Ever since I had lost my sight, Elmairy had always looked at me with apology, as if he were the perpetrator of all the misery in the world, but Strawberry had no such qualms. She pulled me right along, intent on marching me "home."
"Your jokes have gone far enough, Grace!" she declared. Either she was deceptively strong, or I was weaker than I thought, getting dragged along by her so easily.
No, no, it must be because I wasn't resisting. I mean, what else could I have done?
I had stood there stupidly for long enough, with my face scrunched up like I had bitten a sour lemon. I had been trying to "think" as hard as I could to project my thoughts, trying to reach the Twelve Holy Knights. However, it had been useless. No one had responded, and I hadn't been able to locate any of them either, my sensing weaker than ever! It was pitiable, my range only slightly more than what I had before I went blind and had to rely on my sensing ability in place of my sight.
Is it because I have my sight back?
What use is my sight if it means my sensing would get weaker? If my sensing were stronger, I'd have easily been able to get my bearings!
This meant I had to rely on my eyes. It was strange having to rely on such limited vision again.
As we walked, I studied my surroundings and Strawberry as best as I could with my eyes. She was slightly shorter than me and had a head of light brown hair that came to her shoulders and curled at the end. Her clothes were light and airy, her loose dress a gentle pink lined with pale green. It gave away to another layer of some sort of dress underneath, and that one was framed with lace just like the lace on the ends of her sleeves. She wore long socks much like what Pink preferred, and hers were decorated with red strawberries.
It was no wonder her nickname was Strawberry if she liked strawberries so much. She even wore a strawberry hair clip that kept her hair out of her eyes.
I wouldn't have immediately thought her familiar if not for her nickname and the worry she had expressed, earnest green eyes staring at me so intently, as if she could see right through me. It felt like having Elmairy's eyes on me, his soul staring out at me through this stranger, but that couldn't be right. Elmairy was Elmairy, and Strawberry was Strawberry... who was very much a woman.
I looked down at our connected hands. Why is it that girls will only hold my hand if they don't know I'm the Sun Knight?
It was like I had some sort of barrier around me as the Sun Knight keeping girls away!
...Who am I kidding? I do have a barrier, that being thirty-eight generations worth of legends.
Grace, whoever you are, you are one lucky man to have someone as cute as Strawberry fretting over you!
Suddenly, I felt something shake and heard singing. I jumped and stared down.
My pants were glowing.
I repeat. My pants were glowing. For a split second, I had the horrid thought that something was wrong with my groin, but thankfully the area that was glowing was much further to the left. I hurriedly glanced around me, surveying the area, but I saw no one who looked like they were casting magic on me.
The glowing made no sense.
I stared back down at my glowing patch of clothes. Despite my scrutiny, singing and buzzing continued to come from my pants. It was, to say the least, very disturbing!
With my free hand, I poked at the shining spot. There was actually a pocket there! Tentatively, I reached inside and retrieved a slim, hard shingle with silver lining, which let me breathe a sigh of relief. The shaking and singing was coming from the shingle and not some part of my body.
The front of the shingle glowed like a convergence of holy light. There was also some sort of text across the object, and I was surprised to find that I understood what it said.
"Incoming call... Edaline?" I read.
Immediately after I spoke, Strawberry dropped my hand guiltily. I blinked in surprise.
"You better take that," she said, eyes shifting away.
Take what?
When I continued doing nothing, Strawberry huffed and stepped closer to swipe at the shingle I held. The singing stopped, and the words on the front changed. Suddenly, a soft voice sounded from it.
"Grace," said the shining shingle.
I blinked and dangled the object in the air, studying it from all angles. Is this some kind of trinket that allows telepathy across distances?
"Grace?" the shingle tried again.
"Edaline?" I tried saying, since the shingle was displaying the name.
"Grace."
Okay, okay, I get it already. Did this shingle know how to say anything other than "Grace"?
Strawberry pursed her lips and whispered, "She's not going to be able to hear you like that! Hold your cell closer!"
"You're with Beryl again," said the shingle. The voice was flat. I thought it sounded quite accusatory. There was a long pause. I almost thought it wasn't going to speak any more. Then, it said, "The pie's done."
After those words, the shingle went dark.
Strawberry covered her face and groaned. "Oh no, she's going to misunderstand again." She glanced through her fingers at the shingle, guilt written all over her face.
I just stared at the now dark shingle. Or "cell," as what Strawberry had called it. I'd learned several things. First, this cell allowed me to communicate with someone called Edaline. It was that, or the shingle was sentient like Dragon Saint Brigandine, but I doubted that. Otherwise, Strawberry wouldn't have dared to hold my hand in the first place considering her current guilty reaction. Second of all, Edaline had made pie. Third, Strawberry's actual name was Beryl.
Strawberry really sounded much better than Beryl.
Last of all, Edaline and Grace were...
"She won't misunderstand, will she?" I asked, playing along and pretending to be worried.
A weak smile appeared over Strawberry's face. "I hope not. I don't think she's too mad. Otherwise, she wouldn't have mentioned the pie."
That didn't tell me much, only reinforcing that Edaline had made pie, which I already knew.
"She always makes great pies," I said with a smile, fishing for more information. Never let it be said that I didn't know how to push a woman's buttons. After all, I'd had several princesses call me despicable in the past... Ahem, truly, they have poor taste. The point was, no woman liked hearing a man praise another woman in her presence...
"Oh yes, she does indeed make the best pies," Strawberry said in agreement, large smile on her face.
...I take that back. Strawberry is an exception. I should have known she would have the heart of a saint. She was reminding me more and more of Elmairy by the minute, who never thought badly of anyone.
"Come on, Grace," Strawberry urged. "Edaline might not be mad right now, but if you don't hurry back to eat that pie, she will get mad!"
She looked at me with her earnest green eyes. "It wouldn't do to keep your girlfriend waiting!"
to be continued
Next chapter
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1207
Summary: When asked what he would sacrifice his life for, Grisia's answer has always been his brothers, the Twelve Holy Knights, and his answer has never changed. Even if he's thrust into the future, into a world where the Twelve Holy Knights no longer exist, his answer won't change. It doesn't matter that his brothers don't remember. Or that some of them aren't even... "brothers" anymore. After all, Grisia would do the same for his sisters too! Time travel / reincarnation / genderbender / harem
Notes: IDEK what this is.
Previous Chapter
Chapter 1: Grip
Never let it be said that Strawberry is a pushover. She definitely isn't one!
Ever since I had lost my sight, Elmairy had always looked at me with apology, as if he were the perpetrator of all the misery in the world, but Strawberry had no such qualms. She pulled me right along, intent on marching me "home."
"Your jokes have gone far enough, Grace!" she declared. Either she was deceptively strong, or I was weaker than I thought, getting dragged along by her so easily.
No, no, it must be because I wasn't resisting. I mean, what else could I have done?
I had stood there stupidly for long enough, with my face scrunched up like I had bitten a sour lemon. I had been trying to "think" as hard as I could to project my thoughts, trying to reach the Twelve Holy Knights. However, it had been useless. No one had responded, and I hadn't been able to locate any of them either, my sensing weaker than ever! It was pitiable, my range only slightly more than what I had before I went blind and had to rely on my sensing ability in place of my sight.
Is it because I have my sight back?
What use is my sight if it means my sensing would get weaker? If my sensing were stronger, I'd have easily been able to get my bearings!
This meant I had to rely on my eyes. It was strange having to rely on such limited vision again.
As we walked, I studied my surroundings and Strawberry as best as I could with my eyes. She was slightly shorter than me and had a head of light brown hair that came to her shoulders and curled at the end. Her clothes were light and airy, her loose dress a gentle pink lined with pale green. It gave away to another layer of some sort of dress underneath, and that one was framed with lace just like the lace on the ends of her sleeves. She wore long socks much like what Pink preferred, and hers were decorated with red strawberries.
It was no wonder her nickname was Strawberry if she liked strawberries so much. She even wore a strawberry hair clip that kept her hair out of her eyes.
I wouldn't have immediately thought her familiar if not for her nickname and the worry she had expressed, earnest green eyes staring at me so intently, as if she could see right through me. It felt like having Elmairy's eyes on me, his soul staring out at me through this stranger, but that couldn't be right. Elmairy was Elmairy, and Strawberry was Strawberry... who was very much a woman.
I looked down at our connected hands. Why is it that girls will only hold my hand if they don't know I'm the Sun Knight?
It was like I had some sort of barrier around me as the Sun Knight keeping girls away!
...Who am I kidding? I do have a barrier, that being thirty-eight generations worth of legends.
Grace, whoever you are, you are one lucky man to have someone as cute as Strawberry fretting over you!
Suddenly, I felt something shake and heard singing. I jumped and stared down.
My pants were glowing.
I repeat. My pants were glowing. For a split second, I had the horrid thought that something was wrong with my groin, but thankfully the area that was glowing was much further to the left. I hurriedly glanced around me, surveying the area, but I saw no one who looked like they were casting magic on me.
The glowing made no sense.
I stared back down at my glowing patch of clothes. Despite my scrutiny, singing and buzzing continued to come from my pants. It was, to say the least, very disturbing!
With my free hand, I poked at the shining spot. There was actually a pocket there! Tentatively, I reached inside and retrieved a slim, hard shingle with silver lining, which let me breathe a sigh of relief. The shaking and singing was coming from the shingle and not some part of my body.
The front of the shingle glowed like a convergence of holy light. There was also some sort of text across the object, and I was surprised to find that I understood what it said.
"Incoming call... Edaline?" I read.
Immediately after I spoke, Strawberry dropped my hand guiltily. I blinked in surprise.
"You better take that," she said, eyes shifting away.
Take what?
When I continued doing nothing, Strawberry huffed and stepped closer to swipe at the shingle I held. The singing stopped, and the words on the front changed. Suddenly, a soft voice sounded from it.
"Grace," said the shining shingle.
I blinked and dangled the object in the air, studying it from all angles. Is this some kind of trinket that allows telepathy across distances?
"Grace?" the shingle tried again.
"Edaline?" I tried saying, since the shingle was displaying the name.
"Grace."
Okay, okay, I get it already. Did this shingle know how to say anything other than "Grace"?
Strawberry pursed her lips and whispered, "She's not going to be able to hear you like that! Hold your cell closer!"
"You're with Beryl again," said the shingle. The voice was flat. I thought it sounded quite accusatory. There was a long pause. I almost thought it wasn't going to speak any more. Then, it said, "The pie's done."
After those words, the shingle went dark.
Strawberry covered her face and groaned. "Oh no, she's going to misunderstand again." She glanced through her fingers at the shingle, guilt written all over her face.
I just stared at the now dark shingle. Or "cell," as what Strawberry had called it. I'd learned several things. First, this cell allowed me to communicate with someone called Edaline. It was that, or the shingle was sentient like Dragon Saint Brigandine, but I doubted that. Otherwise, Strawberry wouldn't have dared to hold my hand in the first place considering her current guilty reaction. Second of all, Edaline had made pie. Third, Strawberry's actual name was Beryl.
Strawberry really sounded much better than Beryl.
Last of all, Edaline and Grace were...
"She won't misunderstand, will she?" I asked, playing along and pretending to be worried.
A weak smile appeared over Strawberry's face. "I hope not. I don't think she's too mad. Otherwise, she wouldn't have mentioned the pie."
That didn't tell me much, only reinforcing that Edaline had made pie, which I already knew.
"She always makes great pies," I said with a smile, fishing for more information. Never let it be said that I didn't know how to push a woman's buttons. After all, I'd had several princesses call me despicable in the past... Ahem, truly, they have poor taste. The point was, no woman liked hearing a man praise another woman in her presence...
"Oh yes, she does indeed make the best pies," Strawberry said in agreement, large smile on her face.
...I take that back. Strawberry is an exception. I should have known she would have the heart of a saint. She was reminding me more and more of Elmairy by the minute, who never thought badly of anyone.
"Come on, Grace," Strawberry urged. "Edaline might not be mad right now, but if you don't hurry back to eat that pie, she will get mad!"
She looked at me with her earnest green eyes. "It wouldn't do to keep your girlfriend waiting!"
to be continued
Next chapter