Farewell (follow me on DeviantART)

TrailBlaiser cries quietly in her bedroom, her knees tucked into her chest, her blond locks falling in front of her face as her body is wracked by soft sobbing. "It can't be true... it can't... how could she?"

RiverFlyte enters, a grim look on his face. He sees TrailBlaiser crying and sits beside her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her. "It's going to be okay..." he lies.

TrailBlaiser cries harder, twisting around to cling onto his shirt. "No it's not, Sep! I've been replaced!"

Closing his eyes, RiverFlyte kisses her forehead gently. "We've all been replaced..."

She shakes her head forcefully. "No, you don't understand. I... I've been replaced. Me personally. By... Confederacy!"

He tilts his head in confusion. "The Hetalia OC?"

"Yes!" She wipes her eyes, glaring at nothing. "She has anger issues, she's motherly, and DragonFyre, sorry, Fyreflare, roleplays her primarily." She looks up into RiverFlyte's eyes, angry, hot tears burning down her face. "She took me, altered me, and called her by a different name! And now suddenly this girl is better than me!" She buries her face in his chest. "I don't understand... what did I do wrong?"

RiverFlyte rubs her back soothingly. "Nothing. You did nothing wrong. You did everything right. This is just part of how an author grows. Moving on from one character to the next. It was destined to happen."

She gasps softly, her breaths shaky. "I j- just... didn't th- think it would... h- happen so s- soon..."

He kisses her again, gently. "Do you remember her first character?"

She shakes her head. "Barely. I forgot her name."

"That character is what became you. She went through many changes and adjustments until she was scrapped and you were born of the ashes." he says slowly, whispering.

"I... I wonder... how she felt... when she was... scrapped..." She kisses RiverFlyte gently. "Will I be forgotten as well?"

RiverFlyte stays silent. "I don't think so. The rest of us may be forgotten... you might be the only remainder of RTHQ when it's all over... but you and all characters like you will never be forgotten."

TrailBlaiser's grip on his shirt tightens. "Fyreflare... will forget everyone but me? Then... you'll all fade and I'll be... alone..." 

He kisses her softly over her face and neck. "I... will never... leave you... I love you..."

TrailBlaiser takes in a shaky breath. "But... she'll forget you..."

"No, she won't." RiverFlyte breathes. "I will always be the base of her male characters, and everyone here, every agent, will reappear. We might have different names, appearances, we might not even know who you are when we are reborn... but we will always come back." He kisses her lips gently. "And I will never leave you."

TrailBlaiser nods sadly. "We... we've done too much for her... she can't forget us..."

RiverFlyte smiles sadly. "Even if we're not our own story anymore, we'll still be here. RTHQ may fade, but the memories made and the plots and characters here will always be reborn. We'll be like phoenixes..."

TrailBlaiser laughs softly. "I've never been a phoenix before... it sounds nice..." She rests her forehead on his. "I want to spend my life... and all my lives after this one... with you..."

He strokes her hair softly. "You will. Fyreflare can't separate us." He smiles at her. " We were written for each other." 

I'm Back!

What's up y'all? I've been off for a while now, but I plan to update soon! No, I don't have the rest of the story today. I'm gonna work on over the weekend and I'll probably come back with the next installment Monday... or Tuesday. Idk. By the way, I was just reading over all my stories on all my sites and I realized something: All My Characters Have A Mental Disorder!!! Several of them die in the plot line. One of them tries to kill her caretaker (only because she was slightly psychotic). One, I think, ends up killing herself. One jumps off a railing that was two stories high because a dream told her to (she didn't die, but still!). Oh, and then she almost gets eaten alive by a wolf and gets hypothermia.

My only question is... what the actual heck am I WRITING?! Sometimes I worry...

The Legendary Birds!

“We should keep moving. We'll be halfway to Mount Cornet by sunset.” They continue walking in silence. Suddenly, they hear a loud screech come from above. Ash looks up and immediately recognizes the flying beasts.

“What are they?” asks Link.

“Friends.” Ash sighs. Four large birds land in front of them., each with a different appearance. One is blue, with long, shining feathers. One is yellow, with black streaks in its wings. Another is tan, with flaming wings. The largest of the four is of all colors, bright feathers, and with wild eyes. “These are creatures of legend. Articuno, Zapdos, Moltres, and Ho-oh. Each is extremely powerful.” The trio of elemental birds glare at Meowth and screech at him.

“What are they saying?” Tai asks.

“They're mad at me for my team trying to capture and sell them for profit.” The three birds blast him with ice, fire, and electricity, leaving Meowth charred.

“How are you still alive?!” Link gasps. Meowth gives him an odd look.

“The laws of physics work differently in this realm. Don't ask me why or how. I didn't make this realm. Arceus did.” RiverFlyte explains. Ash hops on Moltres's back, and Pikachu follows him.

“It's the fastest way to Mount Cornet. Get on.” Tai shrugs and jumps onto Zapdos, with Augumon close behind him.

“Is that thing safe?” Link asks. Articuno bows to him. “Alright, whatever.” He climbs onto Articuno and grasps its neck. RiverFlyte leaps onto Ho-oh, surprised by its soft feathers.

“Hey! What about me?!” Meowth shouts.

“Fine.” RiverFlyte groans. “Get on.” Meowth scurries up Ho-oh's wing and holds on. “Do anything stupid and I'll let Link handle you.” Meowth goes pale. “To Mount Cornet! Fly!” The birds take off toward the mountain, carrying the boys away.

Sorry it's so short, been working on other projects on figment.com. You can check them out if you want. Draconia and New South. So... yeah. TTYL!

The End Has Come!

Jk, but fitting tittle today, don't you think?

Sapphire walks up behind TrailBlaiser. “Um, TrailBlaiser, what's wrong?” Leo quickly wipes her tears away.

“Nothing, nothing. I'm fine.” she stammers. Sapphire crosses her arms.

“Come on, you can't lie to me.” Sapphire sits beside TrailBlaiser on the sofa in the main hall. “So what's up?” TrailBlaiser takes a deep breath.

“There's a disruption in the Pokemon realm. Two other realms have collided. Now RiverFlyte's over there trying to fix it.” Sapphire waits for a few moments.

“What happens if he can't?” she asks. TrailBlaiser's breath catches in her throat.

“The realms break apart, piece by piece. Everyone just, doesn't exist anymore. And then it spreads. Like a zipper opened in the middle, the fabric of the realms are slowly ripped apart, until the only places left are the Alpha Realm, Narnia, and here. The only reason we aren't destroyed too is because we are guarded by Aslan.” Sapphire tries to comprehend this.

“So, if he can't fix this, everything's going to fall apart. And RiverFlyte? What will happen to him?” TrailBlaiser stays silent as another tear runs down her cheek. “Oh.”      

“I don't speak Pokemon.” Everyone's silent.

“So, who does?” asks Tai. Ash thinks for a bit.

“Meowth does.” he offers. “He's a member of Team Rocket. And they attempt to kill me on several occasions, so, they shouldn't be too hard to find. Just let them come to us.” Link gives him an incredulous look.

“In what universe is it okay to let someone who's trying to kill you, find you?!” he yells. Ash shrugs.

“They've been after me for years. And they haven't exactly been master assassins. They're attempts only end in hurting themselves most of the time.” RiverFlyte hears a rustle behind them and turns just as three figures emerge. Two of them are dressed in white clothes with a large red R on the front, while one resembles a cat.

“Is that them?” Link asks. Ash nods. Link rushes toward them, sword drawn and bloody. The humans flee while Link grabs Meowth.

“Hey! Let me go!” it cries.

“You speak Pokemon?” Link asks it.

“Yeah. So?” RiverFlyte explains what needs to be done to save the world. “Wait, so you want me to translate for Arceus?! The creator of the world?! Who am I to speak for him?!” Link thrusts his sword into Meowth's face.

“Does this convince you?” he growls. Meowth's eyes widen.

“You- you wouldn't hurt me! You can't!” Meowth covers his face with his paws.

“I've killed creatures much more threatening than you.” Tai puts a hand on Link's shoulder.

“Dude, lay off the violence.” he scolds. “We need him to help us.” RiverFlyte paces around a bit. He pulls out his communicator.

“RiverFlyte calling RTHQ, come in RTHQ.” he demands. TrailBlaiser's voice comes through.

“This is TrailBlaiser. What do you need?” He seems surprised to hear her so calm.

“Lenora, are there any other Pokemon interpreters?” he asks.

“Um, not that you can reach easily. The closet one is N, and he's in the game realm, you're in the anime. I would suggest staying with Meowth. If you were to find N, you'd have to separate him from Touko, who will fight you tooth and nail to keep him. You do not want a girl fight on your hands.” Everyone shudders.

“I'll admit, girls are some of the more dangerous beings in the universe.” Link states. The others agree.

“Thanks, Baby. I'll see you when I finish the mission.” He's about to close the communicator, when he hears her voice.

“Sep, you will finish the mission, right? I need you.” RiverFlyte pauses before responding.

“I promise you, I'll return. I love you.” He turns off the communicator. Everyone waits in silence. “We should keep moving. We'll be halfway to Mount Cornet by sunset.” They continue walking in silence.

RiverFlyte's Mission!

The transmission ends, leaving TrailBlaiser stunned. RiverFlyte puts his hand on her shoulder.

“What's your plan?” he asks.

“I don't have one.” she breathes. She pulls her knees to her chest and cries. “I don't know what to do!” Ash watches her intently.

“Wow. She might be crazier than Misty.” he muses.

“You think that's bad?” Tai comments. “This girl, Mimi, almost got everyone killed because she was obsessed with her appearance.” Link leans on his sword like a cane.

“Please. Ruto, a half-fish girl, tried to get me to marry her, then tried to drown me when I ran away!” Ash smiles at the two other boys.

“We may be from different 'realms' or whatever, like she said, but I think we can all agree on one thing. Girls are insane.” RiverFlyte notices that TrailBlaiser isn't responding to him at all.

“Babe.” he sighs. “Go back home. You're in no condition to fix this.” He helps her to her feet. Kissing her gently, he sends her through the portal. Once it closes, he turns to the boys. “This is my mission now.” They stare at him in confusion. “So, we're going to save the world. Any questions?” Everyone raises their hands. “This is going to be a long day.” he sighs.

“Okay, so, we're all from different realms.” Tai begins. “And somehow these realms collided even though they're supposed to stay separate. And we have to enlist the help of, what was it, Arceus?” RiverFlyte nods.

“Arceus is the supposed creator of everything in this realm. He is the most powerful being here. Besides me, anyway. In theory, I could fix the problem, except only those in control of a realm know how it works. It's all terribly complicated and to be honest, I'm not even sure how everything works.”

“Wait,” Ash stops him, “what do you mean 'supposed creator'? All our records say that he is.” RiverFlyte pauses and thinks of how best to explain.

“Er, it's best described as, a universal hierarchy. God, master of the Alpha Realm, is the one in charge of everything. Below him are Aslan, who oversees all realms even remotely similar to the Alpha Realm, and The Emperor Across the Sea, who's in charge of all other realms. We don't associate with the Emperor, though. He has his own set of guardians. Aslan created every realm he has control over, then left the realm's own deities to watch over it. The deities report to Aslan, and Aslan reports to God. Make sense?” Everyone stares at him blankly.

“No.”

“Not really.”

“Sort of.”

“So confused.”

“Pika!” Tai turns to Ash.

“Is that all it says?” he asks. Ash looks at Pikachu.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Crap.” breathes RiverFlyte.

“What?” asks Link.

“Arceus is a Pokemon.” RiverFlyte groans.

“Yeah, we've already established that.” sighs Tai.

“I don't speak Pokemon.”  

It's Video Game Land!

“Hey TrailBlaiser!” calls Agent Rabbitleap, whose been monitoring the realms. She rushes up to where TrailBlaiser's carving an new artifact.

“What's up, Wolf?” she asks. Rabbitleap shows her readings and graphs.

“There's been an unusual fluctuation of energy from the, uh, Pokemon realm.” TrailBlaiser raises an eyebrow.

“So? That kind of thing happens whenever a realm is updated by it's writer.” Rabbitleap shakes her head.

“That's just it. Nothing has been reported for days.” This gets TrailBlaiser's attention.

“Not even on the Japanese sites?” Rabbitleap shakes her head.

“No event Pokemon, no WFC releases, no new games, no movies, no manga, no anime episodes. Nothing. There is virtually no reason whatsoever that this realm should be acting like it's getting an update.” TrailBlaiser puts down the little chunk of oak, now half-way shaped into a dolphin.

“All right. I'm gonna go investigate.” she opens a portal to the realm, but turns to Rabbitleap just before she enters. “Do me a favor, keep RiverFlyte on standby. Just in case.” Rabbitleap nods as TrailBlaiser steps through.

The portal closes up behind her, leaving her surrounded in tall trees. A small creature crawls out of the forest and sniffs at TrailBlaiser. She examines the creature closely. “You're a, uh, Nidoran, right?” The rodent-like Pokemon looks up at her with happiness in it's eyes.

“Nidoran!” it cries merrily.

“Your vocabulary astounds me.” she sighs. She looks around, then spots someone beyond the edge of the trees, the steps out onto a trail, then stops, her breath caught in her throat. She sees two boys, one with a yellow mouse creature, and one with a dinosaur-like creature. The first young man takes out a small red device, pressing various buttons.

“Cool Pokemon you have. I've never seen anything like it!” he exclaims.

“That's cause he's not a Pokemon.” the other boy says.

“I'm a Digimon!” explains the dinosaur. “My name's Agumon!” The other boy jumps back in surprise. TrailBlaiser screams, startling the the boys.

“No, no! Th- that isn't possible! Ash, Tai, you two shouldn't be able to communicate! The very laws of magic forbid it!” Another boy, this one elf-ish in appearance steps out of the woods, sword drawn, with blood splattering his tunic. TrailBlaiser looks at him in horror.

“Link?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper. He nods, quite confused. TrailBlaiser backs into a tree. “Okay, so three different realms have somehow collided, Pokemon, Digimon, and Legend of Zelda.” All three boys, including the two creatures, stare at her in puzzlement. A portal opens a few feet away, and Agent RiverFlyte steps out. He notices TrailBlaiser's horror.

“Leo, what's going on? Rabbitleap notified me of your sudden spike in heart rate.” TrailBlaiser vaguely motions toward the three boys, now thoroughly confused. “Yeah, that would do it. Have you contacted DragonFyre?” She sends a burst of red magic directly in front of her, leaving a projection of DragonFyre. “Sister, analyze. What's the solution?” she squeaks. DragonFyre looks from Ash, to Link, to Tai.

“Um, you have three options. You could hide in the Alpha Realm, hide in RTHQ, or hide in Aslan's Country. Either way, the fabric of the universe is slowly falling apart. So... yeah.” TrailBlaiser shakes her head.

“I can't just sit back and hide! Something needs to be done to fix this!” she cries. DragonFyre sighs.

“If you mean, you're gonna stay here, then, nice knowing ya Sis.”

Skyfeather

At dinner that night, the agents gather around the table. Persia gasps at the sight of hoards of exotic and expensive food being brought into the room by silver trays, carried by red magic. Duck and turkey sit in the middle, while sauteed vegetables surround the rest. TrailBlaiser stands and claps her hands twice. Every agent stops talking immediately and gives her their attention. "Tonight," she announces, "I propose a toast to a new agent. While thought as a nuisance, she presented herself to be rather admirable in her retrieval of two of my agents from an unknown realm. Persia," She motions for the young girl to stand, which she complies to. Hr heart beats quickly. 
"This is it..." Persia breathes. Sapphire, Owlcry, and Doveslash smile at her, giving her encouragement.
"From this day forth, I give you status as an agent in training here, at RTHQ. When you are within our walls, no longer will you be known as Persia. You shall be called, until the day you graduate as a full agent, A-I-T Skyfeather." The agents erupt into thunderous applause. TrailBlaiser sits again at the table. RiverFlyte whispers something in her ear. No one notices the leader as the agents welcome Skyfeather into their ranks. Owlcry, who is sitting beside her, stands and envelops her into his arms.
"Congrats, Skyfeather." he breathes. She hugs him back, a huge smile on her face. 
"Skyfeather, huh? I like it!" 

After dinner, TrailBlaiser stops Skyfeather on her way to her room. "Persia- er, I mean, Skyfeather, may I have a word with you?" Skyfeather skips over to TrailBlaiser.
"Sure, boss!" she beams. TrailBlaiser rubs her neck nervously.
"About that. Technically, aren't you already enrolled in your own program?" she asks. "I want to have you as a dual student. You are to receive training here under the authority of Rabbitleap. However, I also want you continue your studies in Questica and Mystika. Maybe you can spread this message to your home. We don't know much about Questica, and, to be honest, making you an A-I-T was more of a diplomatic move than anything else. I hope that, in your employment here, we come to know more about your home." Skyfeather yawns and waves her away.
"Yeah, yeah, diplomacy, training, negotiations, blah blah blah. All I need to know is, do I get my own room here?" Skyfeather cuts in. TrailBlaiser grinds her jaw in annoyance.
"We don't have the room as of now. That's why most of our agents are in their respective home realms. Just be happy you have an agent name, and don't push it."

TrailBlaiser Goes Off!

Persia steps through the portal last, her eyes red from tears. "How... could you?" she chokes out. Owlcry opens his mouth, but no words come out. "How could YOU?!" TrailBlaiser comes running into the main hall, skidding on the floor.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened?" she gasps. Persia starts crying again.
"This, demon guy showed me a video of him and her k- kissing!" she sobs. TrailBlaiser triesto process this
"So? Villains are like that. I'm sure it was a fake. He wouldn't cheat." TrailBlaiser reassures her.
"Except... it wasn't fake..." Sapphire whispers. TrailBlaiser looks from Sapphire to Owlcry, highly confused. "But, he didn't kiss me. I kissed him. He didn't kiss me back either." TrailBlaiser glares harshly at Sapphire.
"What. Were. You. THINKING?!" TrailBlaiser roars. Sapphire cowers back.
"It's my fault." Owlcry interjects. "I- I must have made her think that I liked her. I told her that I cared about her, but only as a friend. I don't hate you, Sapphire. I spent most of that time spent in the realm yelling and dissing you, I just wanted to make up for it. You just took it too far." The room is silent for moment.
"So, you gave me up?" comes a voice from behind Sapphire. "Just like that? Trade me up for my realm brother?!" Doveslash's anger boils hotter than anyone's. "After I risked my neck to save you from being captured by the Capitol, you forget me in an instant?!" Sapphire falls onto the ground. 
"I- I-" she looks about frantically trying to come up with something to say, and her gaze finally rests on TrailBlaiser. "Artifact overload!" she screeches. The agents (and Persia) stare at her blankly. "The evil force corrupted my artifact to the point where it started messing with my thought process. It happened to you!" She points to her former mentor, who straightens and grinds her jaw.
"My overload happened over a series of months. I came in direct contact with a chunk of Night Crystal. A demon encounter, maybe. But it would not affect you right away. Agents still maintain a sense of normalcy for at least a week before experiencing symptoms. Unless, of course, you're saying that you came in contact with great evil before you entered the Legend of Zelda Realm. Which is extremely unlikely. Knowing you, however, you're just looking for something else to pin it on, aren't you?!" TrailBlaiser's voice grows in intensity. "Grow up, Sapphire! You are the most immature agent I've ever trained! To think that-" she cuts herself off again. Taking a deep breath, she gathers her thoughts again. Sapphire's face is covered with tears. "Once my Challenge is over and this Prophecy is fulfilled, then I might be able to give you the extra training you desperately need. For now, no missions. Until you grow up and take on your own responsibilities for your actions, you are on probation as my agent. Is that clear?!" Sapphire nods slowly, tears streaming down her face in waves. She turns to the boys. "As for you two, I don't care what your jealousy problems are. RTHQ is an agency, not a gossip magazine. Go bother RiverFlyte with it for all I care. Owlcry," his face pales as she addresses him specifically. "you did well. You used your knowledge to your advantage. Albeit your interpersonal skills need help, but your agent powers are well honed." She dismisses the agents, leaving Persia and her alone. "This is what working for me is like. Still want to be an agent?" 

Wesley's Shot

Marissa sits on the forest floor, pulling up grass and sprinkling it on her jeans. "I'm bored!" she whines. Wes glares at her.

"Look, that weird old prophetess told us to wait until Link's through with the dungeon. If that requires you to sit quietly for a few minutes than so be it." he sighs. She lays back on the grass. Suddenly, she sits bolt upright.

"Wes? Did you feel that?" she whispers. Wesley stares at her uncomprehendingly.

"Feel what?" he asks. She stands up and looks around, as if searching for something.

"Something's... off. I can't really describe it. It's like... dark. Hot and cold at the same time. Something that makes me want to run away and... run towards it at the same time. Ancient, yet new to this world." Wes's expression changes from annoyance to concern.

"What are you talking about? You're starting to scare me..." She whirls about to face him.

"I'm not making this up! It's real!" She starts to walk the way Link went to get to the dungeon. "It's calling me..." Wesley puts a hand on her shoulder.

"You're going to go to something that you don't even know what it is? And you just described to be evil?" She pushes him off.

"What does it matter to you?" she snipes. Wes rushes in front of her, holds her at arm's length, and looks her in the eyes.

"Because I care about you." he says sternly. Marissa's heart starts beating faster. "If I didn't, I would have left a long time ago." Marissa searches his eyes for truth.

"Oh, Wes..." She leans in and kisses him. Wesley stumbles back, shocked. Marissa's face burns bright red, and Wes's matches. "Let's... uh... pretend that didn't happen..." she says quietly. Wesley nods, still fried. They walk to the dungeon in silence. Link has already figured out all the puzzles and unlocked all the doors, so finding him was fairly simple. They find Link in a large room, covered in bones and skeletons. Link stands, sword in hand, facing someone in a long, flowing cape.

"You dare not fight a demon." the person scoffs. Marissa's eyes widen.

"It's him..." she breathes. "He's the one causing that feeling..." Wes steps forward and summons a bow from his magic.

"Demon, huh? That's funny, 'cause I'm an angel." He hits the man square in the chest with one shot. "Don't mess with the Realm Travelers." Wes growls. The demon spots Marissa hiding in a corner and smiles.

"How nice to see you again, Your Highness." He smiles evilly, before disappearing in a cloud of smoke. Link bows to Wes.

"Nice shot." he comments. Wes nods in reply.

"Thanks. Way to clear the puzzles." The boys start discussing the dungeon and monsters, while Marissa stands alone. A cold fear grips her like being dunked in ice-water. 

"'Your Highness'?" she breathes.

Two-Realm Post

"Alright." Leo paces back and forth out of earshot of the countries. "I need to go back to RTHQ and continue searching for Sapphire. Stay here, Persia." she commands. "Prove to me that you're worthy of an agent name. I want you to discover the relations between Confederacy and the others, then report back on your findings. This could be crucial information in regards to future expeditions into this realm. Understand?" Persia nods.
"Yes, Leo. I'll be your little spy. Then I can be a real agent, right?" Leo bites her lip.
"Um, sure. Just, don't screw this up. Or your next assignment will be deportation from my ranks." She opens a portal and steps through. Italy bounds up behind Persia, apparently having listened in on the whole conversation.
"You're a spy?" he asks. "You- you better not try anything! I'll tell Germany on you!" Persia raises her hand slightly and Italy freaks out. "Germany! The girl's a spy and she's going to hurt me!" 
"Crap." Persia hisses under her breath. She opens her cell phone and dials Leo. "Leo! May day! Italy's panicking! And he's calling Germany! What do I do?!" 
"What do you think you have powers for?!" TrailBlaiser barks from the other end. "Shut him up! Wits are your primary weapon, but magic works, too. You do have magic, right?" Persia tries to activate her powers, but it's been blocked by her home realm.
"Not really. They've been deactivated!" she cries.
"Well, sucks for you! Have fun being interrogated by Germany! Bye!" The line goes dead. 
"Thanks Leo. Way to be helpful."

*magically switching back to L of Z*

"Zelda's missing?" Marissa asks. Link nods. 
"Yes. And considering you two appear to be very powerful, I want you to accompany me on my search for her. On the surface." he explains. Wesley and Marissa exchange doubtful glances.
"Okay, we're in." Wes concludes. Link smiles and runs off to prepare for their journey.
"Are you crazy?!" Marissa screams. Wes rubs his temples.
"You're giving me a migraine." he complains. "And no, I'm not. Link is the story-line's protagonist, so following him is the logical step towards getting rescued. We have to make ourselves appear on TrailBlaiser's readings. RTHQ tracks the main characters so we know where to open out portals. If we stay near him, TrailBlaiser can find us faster. Make sense?" Marissa stares at him blankly. "Ugh, just go with it and don't break anything."

Leo to Deo

TrailBlaiser rolls her eyes. "Well duh! He's France!" Persia starts to cry. "Alright, alright. But, if you're going to act this way, there's no way you can be an agent." She rips open another portal to Hetalia. "Just follow my lead." 

They flash into the debate again, this time France comes up to Leo. "Bonjour belle." he flirts to her. Leo smiles maliciously. 
"Bonjour, you perverted, pathetic excuse for a country. It's nice to see that you aren't torn into pieces by the mob that overtook your capital and beheaded your royal family in a bloody massacre." she replies coolly. His face pales and he backs away slowly. Persia looks up at Leo in awe.
"That was awesome!" she squeals. "Way to shut him down!" Leo smirks and shrugs.
"Hey, when you pass AP World History, you learn a few things. Like the Napoleonic Wars were extremely violent and destroyed a large percentage of the French population. Not to mention, all the nobles were killed and basically a horrifying mob took over the country with a maniacal tyrant leading them." France sits down in the corner and sobs. "Yeah, you probably didn't want them all to know how weak you are... Poor little monsieur." England puts a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm impressed." he muses. "It takes a lot to shut him up. What's your name?" Leo smiles.
"Deo." she says calmly. "And I'm not a country. Yet, anyway. I'm to be discovered, well, founded really, in the early 21st century. I'm just here now because I can be." Persia tugs on Leo's sleeve.
"Uh, Leo, your name is not Deo." she whispers. Leo hushes her.
"I am introducing a future plot concept, don't bother me!" she hisses.

Sorry it's so short! I had little notice!

Persia's Mission?

"Ugh, I can't believe I'm about to do this but..." TrailBlaiser takes a deep breath. "Persia!" Persia pokes her head around the corner. 
"Yes?' she asks. "What did I do wrong do?"  TrailBlaiser looks away, as if it hurts her to speak.
"I... need.. your... help..." she spits out. Persia's face lights up.
"Yay! With what? A mission? Does that make me an agent now? Do I get an agent name finally? I'd like a cool name. Like, Timewhisper. That'd be so cool!" TrailBlaiser rubs her temples.
"You and Sapphire are the reasons I keep wine in the kitchen..." she mutters quietly.
"What?" Persia asks.
"Nothing! Nothing at all!" TrailBlaiser says quickly. "So, all my agents are either on a mission, with an apprentice, or working on our current... dilemma. Unfortunately, I'm in need of another agent. Normally, I'd use an agent-on-call, but I figured, you're here (and I want to get you to go away), so why not use you? I need you to go into the Hetalia Realm. The American Civil War was never featured in the anime, so I want you to check it out. Then come back and write a ten page essay on it." Persia nods.
"Okay, I can do that- wait what?! ESSAY?!" Persia gasps. TrailBlaiser hides a smile. 
"Look, how am I gonna know if you learned anything without testing you? It was either this is a hundred question test. Short-answer, by the way. And make sure you cite at least twenty credible sources." Persia melts onto the floor in despair. "I'm kidding! I wouldn't read an essay if someone payed me..." She concentrates and blasts Persia with light, leaving Persia's clothes transformed into a frilly, pink dress with curled hair tucked into a bonnet. "There, don't you look cute?!" Persia examines her outfit and wrinkles her nose.
"I feel like Barbie threw up on me while having a seizure." she remarks. TrailBlaiser puts her hands on her hips.
"Look, it's to help you blend in. This is what the Confederacy girls wear. You'll do fine. And, if you succeed, I'll give you an agent name. Deal?" Persia nods. TrailBlaiser opens a portal. "Good luck. And, uh, tell Canada: DragonFyre says hi." She winks at Persia as the portal envelopes her. 

Meanwhile, at RTHQ

TrailBlaiser collapses beside RiverFlyte on the sofa in the Elemental Coomons. Her feet are hanging off of the top and her hair brushing the floor. RiverFlyte smirks at her in amusement. "What's up with you?" She looks over at him, tries to shift back into a normal position, but gives up.
"Ugh, Persia's bothering me about an agent name." she complains. RiverFlyte grabs her hands and pulls her up.
"So give her one." he offers. TrailBlaiser rolls her eyes.
"Why should I? She's not my agent." she reasons. RiverFlyte shrugs. "And by the way, she called me Lenny after hearing you talk to me in the Commons." RiverFlyte tries to hide a laugh, but fails. 
"'Lenny'? Can I call you that now?" TrailBlaiser hits him playfully on the arm.
"Only if you want to die. And it's kinda pathetic. Not only was she eavesdropping, but she can't even do it well! Lenny? Really?" She crosses her arms and flips back around again. "If she's getting a name. It's gonna be A-I-T Pest. Or Annoying. Or maybe-"
"Why don't you like her?" RiverFlyte asks suddenly. She groans and slides onto the ground.
"Because. She acts just like my stupid c- Never mind." She cuts herself off and goes quiet.
"Your stupid what?" he asks. TrailBlaiser shakes her head.
"Doesn't matter. The point is, she's not my agent and therefore, not my problem. Speaking of problems, where's Sapphire?" RiverFlyte gets up and paces.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that. We've lost communication with her along with Owlcry." TrailBlaiser's jaw drops.
"How?! We have service in every realm and most verses!" RiverFlyte opens his communicator and tries to contact Sapphire, but the call doesn't go through. TrailBlaiser tries to form words, but fails. "Please don't tell me she did what I think she did!" she begs. RiverFlyte grimaces, which is all the explanation she needs. "That girl is going to be in so much trouble when she gets back! I told her not to go into those reams!" She buries her face in a throw pillow and screams. 
"We'll have to rescue them eventually." RiverFlyte adds.
"But, the realms aren't finished." Her voice is muffled by the soft feathers. "We can't go in there to rescue until  it's scanned or else we won't be able to come back out. Do we even know which one they're in?" RiverFlyte runs a hand through his already tangled curls.
"I've narrowed it down to twelve." TrailBlaiser stands and leans on his arm.
"There's only fourteen realms in the Corridor." she comments. RiverFlyte smiles sheepishly.
"Yeah, one finished loading this morning and the other one was Deo Gentem. We would've gotten a message from DragonFyre if she was there. To top if off, half of those realms are extremely violent and dangerous. Call of Duty's there as well." TrailBlaiser artifact pulses red for a moment in anger.
"Since when was Call of Duty a story?!" she demands.
"Since DoveSlash begged me to make it one." he explains. TrailBlaiser pouts.
"Great. Now I've got Sapphire missing, Owlcry in danger, and Agent Wannabe to deal with. Lovely." 

Wesley Snaps

Wesley and Marissa sits on the grass, watching some of the elves finish the Wing Ceremony. Wesley watches the race intently, while Marissa, who's lying on the ground, stares dreamily into the sky. "Ugh. Why does this matter?" she groans. Wesley glares at her.
"The Wing Ceremony is a test of skills to see which youth is ready to become a knight and go into more advanced training. Plus, the winner gets a sailcloth from Zelda at the end of the ceremony." Marissa sits up and brushes grass off of her hair.
"Sailcloth? What's that?" she asks. Wesley stands and paces, clearly annoyed with her.
"It's this parachute like bit of fabric the knights use to break their fall when diving off of the Loftwings." His attention is snapped away as cheering erupts from the crowd. One of the elves, a teenage boy on a crimson Loftwing, flies over to the statue of the Goddess and lands. He speaks for a moment with the girl standing on top of the statue and she hands him a bit of folded fabric. She gets really close to him and leans in. Marissa watches intently.
"Are they gonna kiss?" she asks hopefully. Wesley smirks and says nothing. A shout is heard from the statue as the boy is pushed off and plummets to the ground. At the last second, he holds up the sailcloth, which expands and safely floats him to the ground. 
"Does that answer your question?" Wesley teases. Marissa glares up at Zelda. 
"That girl knows nothing about flirting, does she?! I mean, really! You're supposed to at least go out before trying to kill him!" The other elves scowl at her, but she doesn't pay them any attention. "Look, if this game is about flying around and clouds, how does this even qualify to be a story? Really?" Wesleys opens his mouth to speak, but thinks better of it.
"Marissa, you need to consider that all stories don't start exciting right away. Maybe if you had a little more patience, you would realize that. And maybe you wouldn't have looked inside realms you know you were forbidden to go near!" he remarks. Marissa bristles up.
"Hey! You didn't have to stand there all night while these portals just lied there, as if beckoning me to explore. I'm curious, okay?!" she counters.
"Right, because that never gets anyone killed. Ever. And by the way, I dd have to stand there all night. I'm actually surprised you didn't see me! RiverFlyte asked me to watch you. And now I see why! You are a clumsy little fool, Marissa! How you ever became a full agent is beyond me! You should have heard what TrailBlaiser was saying. Even she was reluctant to promote you! Her own apprentice! You're a pathetic excuse for an agent and you always will be!" Wesley finishes his rant and realizes the situation. The villagers stand back in silence, while tears well up in Marissa's eyes. Her artifact glows lavender, but fizzles out. She runs off, sobbing. Wesley's frustration burns again for a moment, and he instantly regret his next words as they leave his mouth. "It's your fault we're stuck here! And no one's coming to save you this time!"

Legend of Zelda

"Whatever." Marissa groans. "I'll just call TrailBlaiser to come get us." She whips out her communicator and dials. It beeps and she realizes there's no signal. "What? This thing is a piece of crap if I can't even call home." Wesley facepalms.
"This why one doesn't go near unstable realms." he sighs. Looking u at the clouds, he sees a group of birds flying after another bird. "Look, they seem to be the dominant race here, so let's just ask them for help." Marisa shrugs and the both transform. Halfway over to them, they're spotted by the group of riders, who zoom back to the floating island. "Um, okay." They follow the birds until the island comes into focus. A huge statue of a angel-like being stands serenely on one end where many elves have gathered. The three birds land and their riders dismount. Marissa and Wesley dive at them, transforming back into humans at the last second. The elves gasp and a few of them raise swords. "We mean you no harm!" Wes reassures them. An elder steps forward.
"Who are you?" he asks. Marissa skips forward.
"We're Realm Travelers!" The elves stare blankly. Wesley glares at her.
"They don't know what we are because the realm isn't synced yet." he growls. Marissa puts her hands on her hips.
"Well how was I supposed to know that, Wessyboo?" she taunts. Wes's face burns red.
"It was in your training! And don't call me that!" Marissa flips her hair over her shoulder.
"Okay, Cuddle-bear." Wesley activates his magic and blasts her with grey light. She falls backward and lands on her rump. "If you have half an ounce of intelligence you won't do that again." she warns. Her artifact glows a soft lavender and pulses with each heartbeat.
"Fighting you would be pointless. We're both stuck here whether you like it or not. Besides, I'd beat you without even trying." he reasons. Marissa jumps to her feet angrily.
"Prove it!" she threatens. Wesley's aura glow grey again and he prepares to strike.
"Enough!" the elder commands. The magic fades. "I don't know who you two are, but what I do know is that you've disrupted the Wing Ceremony further than it already was." Wesley's brows knit in concentration.
"Wing Ceremony?" He looks around, first taking in the birds, then the statue, then his gaze finally rests on two of the elves, a blonde girl and a brown-hair boy. "I know where we are!" he announces. Marissa stares blankly. "This is Skyward Sword! The L of Z game right after Twilight Princess." Marissa's still confused. "It's a video game." he sighs.
"Geek." 

Oh Sapphire... -_-

TrailBlaiser leads Sapphire over to the Realms Corridor. "Okay, your job tonight is to guard these open realms to make sure nothing goes wrong. If something malfunctions, contact me immediately." Sapphire nods. "These portals are open because we are scanning them and setting up magic links so that we can travel freely to these realms with portals. Sapphire, I want to make this very clear: these portals are not safe for travel. Get lost in one and it could be weeks before we can retrieve you. Understand?" Sapphire rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I get the picture. Gosh TrailBlaiser, have some faith in me." TrailBlaiser shakes her head and walks away. Sapphire leans against a wall, yawning.

As TrailBlaiser wanders into the Elemental Commons, RiverFlyte smiles at her. "So, still think she can't handle it?" he asks. TrailBlaiser sighs.

"She's cocky. Normally, that would be bad thing, but at least there's no way she could screw this up. Did you inform Owlcry?" RiverFlyte nods.

"He should be observing her now." TrailBlaiser opens her mouth to speak, but RiverFlyte cuts her off. "And Persia is rooming with Sugar for the night."

"You thought of everything, huh?" she asks. RiverFlyte shrugs and smiles.

"It's what I do best."

*three hours later*

"I'm bored!" Sapphire complains, after sitting against the wall for hours. "Night Guard Duty is lame." She gets up, stretches,and walks around a bit. Curiosity getting the better of her, she begins peeking inside the portals. The first one is of a midnight forest, with a bunch of teenagers sitting around a fire, singing "Amazing Grace". "Oh, this must be Deo Gentem." she decides. She peeks into a few more realms, some she recognizes, some she doesn't. She finally comes to the last portal and sticks her head in. The realm is an endless sky, filled with clouds and floating rocks. A large floating island beckons from the distance, and large birds fly around her, with elven riders. "What is this, Minecraft meets Lord of the Rings?" Suddenly, she feels a hand on her waist, which was slowly sliding into the realm, and she gasps, loses her balance, and sends both her and the intruder tumbling into the sky realm. She screams and her artifact is activated, changing her form into a dragon. She looks around wildly, but the portal is no where to be found, and only a small owl accompanies her.

"Well, that was nicely done!" caws the owl in a male voice.

"Huh? Oops, sorry Wesley!" Marissa calls.

"Sorry's not gonna cut it this time! You've stranded us here!" he yells.

"Just open another portal!" They fly over to one of the floating rocks, land, and transform back into humans.

"You can't open a portal in an experimental realm, Marissa. The laws of magic haven't been set. Our only two options are wait for TrailBlaiser to finish up with this realm, or get transported out by this realm's deity, who, by the way, could be hostile toward us and demand human sacrifice." He notices Marissa's shocked expression. "And yes, there have been some who do that." Marissa wrinkles her nose.

"Gross. You first."

Stress Level: TrailBlaiser

RiverFlyte walks into TrailBlaiser's room, shuffling through a handful of papers. "Hey, Leo?" he asks, not looking up. "Did you get that scan from Digimon finished?" 
"Kinda busy, Sep." she sighs. RiverFlyte notices the group of girls in the room. 
"Er, care to explain?" TrailBlaiser rolls her eyes. 
"If I could, believe me. I would." Lexi smiles at RiverFlyte.
"Hey, you're cute! Are you that boy Persia was talking about?" TrailBlaiser grabs Lexi and slams her onto the floor.
"No, Sep is my boyfriend. And I suggest you go back to your own little verse. I don't need amateurs running around my headquarters." Lexi and Elara bristle.
"Amateurs? We are highly trained students of the Mystika Academy!" TrailBlaiser rolls her eyes.
"Right. Because being taught at a big fancy school gives you the same credentials as being trained my Aslan himself." RiverFlyte grabs TrailBlaiser's wrist.
"Enough. Arguments get us no where." he reasons. TrailBlaiser pouts.
"Fine. Why are you guys here?" she asks. Elara helps Lexi up.
"I was giving a tour when I accidentally opened a portal to RTHQ. No biggy." Lexi explains. TrailBlaiser glares. 
"Right. and then you just happen to walk into my room and annoy me. Get out. Sep and I have some important matters to attend to. Big kid stuff. Now, run along back to Mistake-ia Academy and leave me alone!" She pushes them out the door and slams it.
"You handled that well." RiverFlyte observes.
"It's been a stressful day." she sighs. RiverFlyte kisses her on the forehead.
"I get it. Being the leader is hard." She leans onto his shoulder. He gently strokes her hair.
"So, what was that about Digimon, again?" she asks. RiverFlyte hands her the stack of papers, which she examines.
"I was going to ask if you did the scans yet." TrailBlaiser sits on her bed and splays out.
"Ugh, no. I've been busy with the Zelda Realm and DragonFyre's been pestering me about Deo Gentem and-" she's stopped by a kiss.
"You need to relax." he soothes. "I know your job is hard but you need to take it easy." TrailBlaiser sits up.
"Easy for you to say. Sapphire's gonna be guarding the Realms Corridor tonight. and who knows what kind of trouble she'll get into!" RiverFlyte thinks for a bit.
"I'll try to talk Owlcry into watching her from a distance. Come on, you need to have a little faith in her." 
"She's not like her parents..." she sighs.

Sapphire's Post

Wassup people of the interwebs? This is Agent Sapphire bloggin' at you from RTHQ. Kk, so, you know how TrailBlaiser and RiverFlyte were at each other's throats and then suddenly back together? Yeah, I didn't get it either. So, I had Sugar explain it to me. What had happened was, while I was off missionizing in the Hunger Games Realm, those two had been fighting. RiverFlyte was mad at TrailBlaiser because she always played the hero. TrailBlaiser was mad at RiverFlyte because she felt like he just didn't understand her. It wasn't until the Veteran's Day mission that they saw each others' point of view and made up. The thing is, TrailBlaiser is like a mother to all the other agents, or at least she sees herself that way, and that doesn't fly with RiverFlyte. So, while TrailBlaiser's off risking her life for the sake of maternal instincts, he's sitting back being logical and more than a little ticked off. My superiors are 100% wackadoodle. (look it up, it's a word)

"Sapphire?" TrailBlaiser asks. "What are you doing on my blog?"

Uh-oh. I've been caught!

"What do you mean?" Sapphire asks in her sweetest voice. "What blog? I'm not blogging. This is just... um.. Facebook! Yeah, the new update that just happens to look like your blog!" Sapphire smiles convincingly, but TrailBlaiser doesn't buy it.
"You're gossiping again, aren't you?" Sapphire's face goes red. "If I catch you on my blog again without permission, you're getting extra Night Guard Duty, understand?" 
"'Extra?' What do you mean 'extra'?" Sapphire gasps.
"It's a tradition that after a new agent's first successful mission, they guard the Realms Corridor to make sure nothing malfunctions. I'll explain more later." Sapphire gets off the spinney chair and walks away sullenly.
"Fine, but I'm not gonna be happy about it!"
"It wasn't a requirement to smile." TrailBlaiser sighs.

Sorry about her. Now, what did she post... Gah! Ooh, that girl drives me crazy! Of course, she right about the fight. But, I don't mother my agents! Really! Grr... Whatever, if the readers are gonna believe an agent over the leader, that's cool. Let them See if I care...
                                    
                     Dream on, Agent TrailBlaiser (And Sapphire!) How?! You aren't even on this computer anymore!

FyreFlyte

Okay, well it got boring waiting all day for something to happen. I wanted to save this post for tomorrow but I got bored. So you get to read it early! Yay!

A piercing scream shatters Leo's thoughts. She looks around as the colonists flee, trying to find the source. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spots Sep, leaning up against the wall of the Customs House. Blood soaks his shirt and cloak, his face contorted with pain. "Septimus!" she cries as she fights through the crowd. She isn't physically strong enough to break free, so she activates her artifact, transforming herself into a dragon. The colonists scream in fear, but she pays them no heed. Spreading her wings, she rises into the air, just above the mob. The Sons of Liberty watch her in horror. She lands just feet from Sep and transforms back into a human. "Mighty Aslan, Sep! What happened?!" Sep smiles feebly at her, color drained from his face.

"The kid was in danger. I had to help him..." Tears stream down Leo's face as she rips fabric off of her cloak and wraps it around the wound.

"If you had just left with the crowd you wouldn't have gotten hurt!" she cries.

"If I had left with the crowd, that boy would have gotten trampled." Their eyes meet for a moment, no words are said, but none need to be.

"I understand." they both whisper. Leo continues dressing his wound, but the blood continues to pour. 

"Okay, can you stand?" she asks. 

"I... think so." he groans. Sep puts his arm around Leo's shoulders and they slowly get up. Sep loses his balance for a moment, and Leo holds him up. 

"We have to make it outside of town. Swift is there. She can heal you." 

"That's no good if I've got a chunk of lead in my body." he counters. Leo looks around desperately.

"Fine. But you've gotta trust me." 

"With my life." he promises. Leo takes a deep breath.

"I've never tried this before, but, in theory..." Sep gives her a terrified look, but she just smiles. "FyreFlyte." she breathes. The artifact obeys and launches them into the sky in a rocket-like explosion. Leo takes a firm grasp of Sep and she attempts to maneuver them to the outskirts of town where the agents gather, watching the fight from a distance.

"You know how to land, right?" Sep asks. Leo smiles.

"Sure, in theory. Kinda like how one can theoretically dig into his backyard and find a pile of diamonds." The spell starts to lose power and they fall, spiraling to the ground. 

"Leo!" Sep yells. 

"On it!" She spreads her wings and catches an air current. Using that, she manages to glide them back down to safety. They tumble onto the ground, Sep landing beside her. "Well, that was fun!" Sep pushes himself off the ground and wobbles a bit trying to stand.

"Yeah, kinda like the time you convinced me to camp in the Forest. Still haven't gotten over the squirrel incident, by the way."

"You love me anyway?" Sep thinks for a moment.

"Always." 

You Don't Dare Fire!

"Loyalist!" Leo screams.
"Barbarian patriot!" Sep shouts back.
"Redcoat!"
"Yankee!" The magical auras glow strongly, pulsing with every adrenaline-filled heartbeat so that it looks like a red and blue strobe light. "Your people tarred and feathered innocent tax collectors and threatened to hang anyone who disagreed with them. Face it, you're a country founded on terrorism!" he yells.
"Your stupid king continued to raise taxes that we couldn't afford, sending many of us into poverty and debtor's prison!" she retaliates.
"Taxes that the people of England had already been paying for nearly two generations without whining about it! Don't you dare call me out without analyzing the facts! We needed the money to pay off our debts with our war with France!" he barks. Leo laughs maliciously.
"Which war with France?! You've been at war since the dawn of time! Who's got problems now?!" Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a group of colonists with clubs about to go into the city. "And I'm done here." She runs off to join them. 
"Yeah, go terrorize people like the ******* Patriot you are!" he shouts. The agents gasp, but Leo disregards him. 
"Sep, watch your language!" Swift cries. "We are Aslan's chosen. Act like it!" He brushes her off and storms away into town on the other side.

"Hey boys!" Leo calls flirtatiously to the colonists. Some of them stop and stare at her as she runs up to them. "You big, strong boys gonna beat those lobster-backs home to England?" She bats her eyelashes at one colonist boy, who blushes slightly. His friend nudges him forward.
"Yeah, you wanna join us?" he asks nervously. Leo smiles broadly.
"Daughter of Liberty, at your service." she says formally. Hooking her arms around the colonist's, they move into the city.

Sep wanders into the city, following the crowds of people over to the Customs Office, where several British soldiers are guarding the tax money. "Fire!" One colonist yells. "You don't dare fire, you cowards!" The soldiers glare at the man, but do nothing. 
"What do you carry those muskets for if you're not gonna use them!" yells a familiar voice. Sep turns to see Leo, arm-in-arm with one of the Sons of Liberty. "Come on! Fire!" The crowd starts to scream out for the soldiers to fire, but they refuse. The captain, dressed in formal naval attire, stands behind the soldiers.
"Don't fire!" he shouts to his men. "Whatever you do, do not fire!" A shot is heard int the distance, clearly not from the soldiers, but they hear it and assume an order has been given. The men begin to fire shots into the crowd. The colonists scream and run, bumping into Sep as he tries to reach the Customs Office wall. A young boy begins crying, the mob nearly trampling him. Sep dodges through the crowd and grabs the boy, placing him out of harms way. A misguided shot hits him in the arm, knocking him down. He cries out in agony as blood seeps from the wound. Sep crawls to the safety of the wall and clutches his injury.