Violetsbane: A Miitopian Tale



Blurb

"Violet was a somewhat simple traveler who kept her own secrets- secrets that she wouldn't dare tell a single soul. She's hardly content with her current lifestyle, and wished for change...that was until she was charged with the task of defeating the Dark Lord under the orders of the Guardian Spirit. Now she's stuck with the challenge, and can't turn back."

Fanfic Information

Violetsbane: A Miitopian Tale or alternatively, VAMT, is a fanfiction starring Marrowfrost - Hazelholly's OCs from The Phantom Calling in the world of Miitopia, a Nintendo game that focuses on Miis. The fanfiction was started in May of 2018, much earlier than TPC, and has some earlier chapters being rewritten, or just tweaked because Hollyzel simply doesn't want to rewrite the whole chapter because most of it is fine and fits in with the rewritten chapters or because they just don't have the patience and time for it. Each arc has a number along with every chapter, so for example, A1C1 would mean Arc 1 (Greenhorne) Chapter 1 and A2C3 is Arc 2 (Neksdor) and Chapter 3 (technically chapter 17, though). Currently 22 chapters have been written, while 3 have been rewritten.

If you want written summaries of the chapters that are much, much shorter than the chapters themselves, then click here. However, they aren't done and it's recommended to just read the chapters instead.

The Greenhorne Arc  =

|-| A1C1= Rock Moths - Chapter 1

(Violet POV)

Rubbing the crust out of my weary eyes, I got out of my sleeping bag, begrudging the bright sunlight beaming in my face. Was it dawn already? Or was it morning? I never could tell the difference between the two. Rolling up my sleeping bag, I glared at the sun, only to be temporarily blinded by its rays. Maybe that wasn't the smartest idea, but did I really care in that moment? Not really. Shoving my sleeping bag into my satchel, it took awhile to get it in there, but it eventually went in. Putting my satchel on, I sighed. Today already felt like it was going to be a long day, and I just woke up.

A couple of hours later I was resting in a clearing where some Rock Moths usually just fluttered around. It was pretty peaceful, for the most part. As long as you didn't disturb the Rock Moths, they were pretty docile towards Miis and other various creatures. With a grunt, I stretched for a bit- this might just be a good time to take a break from traveling. Just as I was about to sit down on a smooth looking rock, a strange blue sphere containing a pair of brown Mii eyes floated down around a random Rock Moth that was just beginning to fly up in the air after landing on a flower.

"...What the heck is that...?" I questioned softly, though no one was around to hear me. Taking a step back from the center of the clearing, I clenched my fists, ready to make a run for it.

As the blue sphere came closer to the Rock Moth, my legs felt like Slime Jelly. And no, not the good kind. I couldn't move a muscle...not that I wanted to, mind you. 'What even was this?' was my main thought as shock coursed throughout my veins. The eyes surrounded by the blue sphere was now floating around the Rock Moth, making me even more baffled. What did I even do to deserve this punishment? Shutting my eyes, I refused to see anymore. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe it wasn't real. Maybe I was at home with my family, with the people whom I loved. Opening my eyes, I knew it was real. It wasn't a dream. It wasn't home. It was all real. The Mii's eyes were planted onto the Rock Moth, causing me to take a few steps back.

Still shaking violently, I mumbled, "I think I'm going to faint."

As if the Rock Moth had overheard me, it lunged towards me, its eyes gleaming with pure malice. Barely managing to dodge the attack, I stumbled over towards a patch of ferns, where I could tell that it was where the Rock Moth was beforehand. Glancing back at the Rock Moth, I whimpered. Would it come back for me? And apparently, it did. The Rock Moth charged towards me, trying to smack me in the face. The only thing I did different from the first time? I ran for it, like the coward that I was, screaming for help.

I kept up the pace until I felt like I had put some distance me and that...monster, I guess. By the time I'd made it, I was sweating like crazy, and I just wanted to rest. It was soon to be evening, from what I could tell.

"Stopping here to rest would be ideal, but...those monsters would probably find me and finish me off."

Sighing to myself, I shook my head. Making tough decisions wasn't one of my strong points, if I had any at all. The only other option was to keep running and hope I find a town, which I doubted there was any town in the middle of nowhere. And even if there was a town nearby, I doubted they would give me any hospitality. For free, at least. The other choice would be an inn, but...I don't really have any money on me for a room. As I stood around, trying to make up my mind, I overheard the growls of more monsters, potentially more dangerous than the Rock Moths, I'd bet.

"Know what? I'm not going to take my chances with the monsters," I laughed awkwardly to myself, already beginning to walk away. Looking around, I spotted a somewhat small village that seemed pretty quaint. "I'd love it if this unsettling convenience continued, thanks." Running as fast as my legs would let me go, I raced over to the village, hoping for help.

Breathing heavily, I mentally was about to explode. That run was awful and I just wanted to sleep for a good decade or so. Looking around, I noticed several people out and about still, despite night being close. Were the people here just that peaceful or what? Back where I lived, we would never allow anyone to be outside so late. It just wasn't smart. As I stood around to catch my breath, a young looking man who looked older than me with blond hair and light blue eyes came over to me, noticing my exhausted demeanor.

"Hey, you okay, traveler?" He asked, slightly worried. I simply nodded, not wanting to speak. "Alright, then. This is the town of Greenhorne, Raymond's the name. Today's been pretty slow, wouldn't you agree? Though you're a traveler, so I guess not in your case. Wait, were you running from something? What happened to you?"

Almost immediately, I burst out, "Monsters with Mii parts on them!"

Raymond chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Typical traveler humor. The Rock Moths out there aren't monsters, they wouldn't dare hurt a fly...er, a flower." He then yawned. "It's always peaceful around Greenhorne Town for the most part, anyways."

Grumbling some colorful language to myself, I stormed away, bristling with anger. That Raymond dude wasn't very helpful at all, plus, he asked way too many questions. Couldn't that idiot tell I was out of breath from the get-go? Apparently not, but then again, if this is Greenhorne, then I'm not surprised.

"What's the long face for?"

Overhearing an older lady's voice, I turned around to see a woman standing behind a shop counter, various goodies and items on display. They all looked rather old-fashioned, but it was clear the woman had put care into keeping them from harm. She had a smile on her face, as if she was glad to see a new face in town.

"Perhaps you should try smiling a little more, dearie!" The lady suggested, a genuine smile still on her face. Smiling a little as well, that seemed to lift the older woman's spirits a bit as well. "See? Isn't that better? By the way, I'm Briana. Nice meeting you, traveler!"

Waving back at her, I kept walking throughout town, hoping to find someone of importance who would actually listen to me. Not like Raymond. Trudging along the straightforward path, I noticed a mother and her child, who I wanted to assume were family of some sort. The child was running amok, yelling and screaming as they flailed about, a wide, toothy grin on his face. The mother looked fearful of her child getting hurt, and looked as if she was still trying to keep her son in check, but was losing her patience. She gave me a small smile before returning her attention to her son.

Smiling a little, I mumbled, "Must be a healthy kid."

Seeing the little boy running around like that reminded me of my twin sister, Twyla. We used to be so close together, playing, fighting, eating, sleeping...we did all of it together. Even if we argued, we still loved each other, despite the major differences in our personalities. The simple thought of it reminded me of some good times we had together, back at home. After leaving home, I hadn't seen her since...what? Five years now? All I really remember is that I left around the age of twelve. I always spared a thought for Twyla everyday.

There wasn't any use in wondering where she was now, though. I had bigger problems on my hands that needed to be dealt with first. Continuing down the path, I spotted a young looking couple holding hands, which shamefully, made me a little jealous. I wished I had someone by my side who would support me. I considered asking them if the town had a mayor, but after trying to even greet them, I gave up. Why? Well, you try to talk to a lovey dovey couple who's locked into each others eyes and won't shut up about the other. There's your answer.

"Hey you." I turned around to face a light brown haired man with dark gray eyes, almost a charred black. His expression was pretty bored, and he looked as if he was annoyed by my mere existence in Greenhorne Town. Pointing at myself, I was curious to know if he meant me, but he probably did anyways. "Yes, idiot. Are you visiting Greenhorne or something?"

"Well, technically, yes," I answered, not really in the mood to talk with him.

He crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. "Lucky you. I'm sooooooooo jealous."

Shooting a vicious glare at him, I marched right on past him and walked over to an old man wearing some strange clothing. I was about to call it stupid out loud, but I decided not to, as this guy might've been the mayor and I didn't want to risk my chances of someone actually listening to me.

"Excuse me, sir, but are you the mayor of this town?" I asked, not really bothered to sound pleasant at all. I wasn't really in a good mood after that experience.

He turned to face me. "Why, yes I am. Mayor Stanford at your service, what business do you have here, traveler?"

"Well, Mayor Stanford, I was attacked by a Rock Moth with a Mii's eyes on their wings. Care to explain why monsters are attacking people?"

Stanford looked appalled at my statement. "Is that some type of sick traveller humor? There's no way that Rock Moths would attack anyone. They're far to weak, not to mention, too peaceful for that."

"Would you like to tell that to the Rock Moth that hit me on the way here? 'Cause I would gladly introduce you," I snapped, this time with extra snark. Hey, give me a break. I literally just ran a whole freaking mile (possibly more), and now I'm surrounded by idiots. I think I have earned the right to be cranky.

The mayor's eyes twitched, which wasn't good. "Are kidding me? You just come barging into my village with a load of nonsense and expect someone to believe it? Honestly, are you a spoilt brat?! And-" He stopped berating me, his gaze now on the sky. For a second, I was confused. Wasn't he in the middle of yelling at me? That was when I looked up as well, and what I saw made my skin crawl. An eerie darkness spread over Greenhorne Town, and something told me that it wasn't night or evening.

"O-Oh no, it's...it's..." He began, but he was clearly too scared to finish his sentence.

"It's what?!" I snapped at him, not really caring whether he was scared or not. I wanted to know what the heck was going on, and I demand answers for this horrible day I've been having.

Stanford whimpered, his eyes wide. "It's Dark Lord Mapleshade," He breathed before passing out, collapsing onto the ground.

Rolling my eyes, I muttered, "Mapleshade didn't even do anything yet, what a coward."

"Mwaa ha ha haaa!" A sinister laugh cackled right above us. "I am the Dark Lord Mapleshade!"

After dealing with the mayor, I looked up at this Dark Lord Mapleshade, my irritation beginning to show. This day could not get any worse or stupider. Mapleshade was a large figure, with a dark black robe while wearing an ancient looking pendant with a single eye on it, the pendant made out of stone. His face had somewhat feminine features, however, anyone with common sense wouldn't point it out aloud. He had light green eyes that glittered with malice, but something behind those eyes that I couldn't quite put my finger on told me a different story. A dark, shadowy aura glowed from behind him, and to be frank, I really didn't like it. Alright, so maybe Stanford had a good reason to faint. This guy was kind of unpleasant from the get-go, I mean, who comes barging into villages with a giant aura of misery and misfortune? The Dark Lord, that's who.

"I've come to wreak havoc and terror on this miserable little world!" Mapleshade proceeded to point his finger at the townspeople, his light green eyes glowing in anger. "And I'm starting with you, people of Greenhorne!" Wait, he's just starting? Would that make the Rock Moth back there an experiment, then? Another thing I questioned: How did Stanford even know about Mapleshade if the Dark Lord wasn't here yet? Shrugging it off, I decided to pass it off as another part of my horrible, no good, very bad day.

"Time to taste true fear! Say goodbye to your faces!" Mapleshade laughed, just starting to pull faces off of some of the town's villagers. As I looked around the village, Raymond, Briana, that kid, the lovey dovey woman, and that frustrating man's faces all came clean off. Most of them fell to the ground, unable to show any expressions. To be blunt, I was horrified by it and judging by the empty spots on their faces, I just wanted to curl up in a ball and hope the Dark Lord didn't decide to steal my face.

The five stolen faces were now floating around Dark Lord Mapleshade. "Hmph! This will do nicely for now." Mapleshade pointed at the faceless villagers, as if to mock them for no longer having a face. What shocked me even more was that he was smug about it as well. "Listen up, you faceless freaks! Get used to a life of wordless terror, because that's what you're stuck with!"

Shivering violently, I held back a whimper. That didn't sound fun. I didn't want to get my face stolen. I didn't want to watch as others got their faces stolen. But what could I do? I'd only get myself hurt in the process.

"And to those who've been spared..." Mapleshade looked directly at me, glowering me as if I was the cause of all of his hatred. "Take a nice long look at your sad little friends...AND DESPAIR!! So long!" He disappeared into thin air, taking the faces with him. However, the sky remained a dark, murky gray, much to my displeasure.

He left the village, leaving most of the villagers either frightened, confused, or both. First off, what was going to happen to those poor souls without their faces? Would they die? Shaking off the thought, I decided it was best not to think like that. For now. Secondly, who was going to save them? I could hardly save myself back there with the Rock Moths. It couldn't be me. Lastly, why did Mapleshade glare directly at me? What did I even do to piss him off like that?

"My poor Sheldon!" Overhearing a cry from across the town, I raced over to see the mother with the energetic child from before. The poor kid was lying on the ground, his face ripped away from him. She looked up to see me. "Oh, adventurer! Will you please save my baby?"

While I said I couldn't help, it hurt to see that child completely helpless without a face. How would I feel if that was Twyla, lying right in front of me, her face gone and stolen by the Dark Lord, only to be put on a monster? Gulping, I had made up my mind. I would help after all.

"I'll save him," I assured her, hoping I wouldn't get killed on the way.

The mother looked relieved. "Mapleshade might still be around the village." She handed me a strange looking pendant with a grotesque symbol on it, much to my confusion. "Here's one of my family's good luck charms, just in case." While I didn't think the amulet would work at all or the fact that I think luck isn't the best thing to rely on at the moment, I just nodded in thanks and walked out of the village. I wasn't ready to disappoint someone this early.

After some walking, I found myself in a tiny clearing to catch my breath, still tired from running, but also wanting to rest due to experiencing that terrifying scene in town. While I was resting, the Dark Lord came down from the sky again, appearing practically out of nowhere. In my opinion, it was pretty rude to do that and seriously- how did he even do that? My heart was pounding out of fear, and I was just about to make a run for it. But I made a promise to that mother and myself- I would save that child.

"Oh? Is someone trying to be the big hero?" Mapleshade teased, a mocking grin on his face, enough to make me want to smack him right away. Honestly speaking, I wasn't all that scared of him yet; he literally just dropped from the sky, it's perfectly reasonable to be shocked. To be blunt, I'm just scared that I might've wet myself a little.

"Give Sheldon's face back!" I yelled, getting off the rock I was sitting on just for more dramatic effect. Feeling a slight pain in my bottom, I groaned, "Ow, ow, my butt hurts..." Welp, I guessed I was going to die, especially as my butt hurt just from getting off of a rock.

"What, this little ol' thing?"

"YES!" I snapped, clenching my fists. Seriously, was this dude going to prolong this as long as possible?

Mapleshade raised an eyebrow. "Hrrm. Maybe I'll give this one back. But on one condition."

Wincing, I sighed internally. This was probably it. I was probably going to die for sure, now.

"How good are you in a fight?" Mapleshade summoned a strange blob. Wait a minute, was that a slime? Because if that was, then that's even worse that the Rock Moths. I hate slimes with a bloody passion. Not as much as spiders, but you get the point. The only thing I liked about them was Slime Jelly, and that was it.

"Um...not so good, if you didn't see how I reacted to the Rock Moth. You know, the weakest creature in Miitopia-"

"Well, that's unfortunate for you, now is it?" Mapleshade silenced me with an unsettling grin. "Be seeing you, if you survive, that is!"

Mapleshade vanished into thin air, leaving me with the slime with Sheldon's face on it. Jeez, how does he do that?! Seriously, I'd love to know so I could do that myself. Looking down at the slime, I shuddered. How the heck was I supposed to do this?

"So how am I going to defeat it without touching it or without a weapon...?" I whispered to myself. I didn't have much time to myself, however, because the blob was now going to kill me, as its attention was now on me. "Wow, I'm only 17 years old and I'm already going to die."

As I wallowed in my own self pity, a bright flash enveloped my surroundings. Instantly shutting my eyes, I groaned to myself. What was happening now? Couldn't it wait until my likely demise? Soon after opening them, I was in a strange place that had soft bluish pink lights all around me, which was thankfully nowhere near the slime. That was literally my only relief. Now where in the world am I?

"Violet...can you hear me?" A voice asked, their tone flat.

"Nooo..." I sarcastically responded, not really in the mood for introductions. I just wanted to get this over with.

That was when another bright flash surrounded me, much to my dismay. The flash expelled, and then I saw a large cat standing on its hind legs. The cat had a snowy white fur coat, exposing an orange underbelly. An eyepatch covered the left eye, showing only the blue eye on the right. From what I could see, a giant scar was being covered by the eyepatch, which I couldn't blame her for. If I had a scar somewhere visible, I would hide it too. Maybe she's a pirate of some sort.

"I'm Bright Scar. Now, you might not believe this but I'm some kind of guardian spirit," The cat meowed. "I don't really care whether you believe it or not, though."

I raised an eyebrow. "But how is a cat a-"

"Hush, hush. Just bear with me here," Bright Scar interrupted, crossing her arms. "You seem to be in quite the pickle, Violet."

"...Glad you've noticed..." I muttered under my breath.

"Silence! Now, if you don't want to die, will you accept my help?"

"Of course not, I sure as heck don't need any help at all!" I snapped, rolling my eyes in frustration. For a guardian spirit, she certainly doesn't seem to get straight to the point when it comes to being a guardian.

Bright Scar growled softly, baring her teeth. "I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that little remark and let you continue living. Now, I have six jobs you can choose from. Pick wisely, now, because your life depends on it."

She shoved six scrolls into my hands, a scowl on her face. Bright Scar was pretty darn pushy for a cat. I opened the scrolls to see the jobs Warrior, Mage, Cleric, Thief, Pop Star and Chef. The Chef job sounded pretty nice to me. I mean, I'd finally be able to cook for myself without taking you know, actual cooking classes. Or stealing food. Now the thief job...why would I even want that? Thieves are people who steal. I've never stolen anything important to others in my life- hmm, well maybe that's not entirely true to the villagers from my hometown, but still.

"Hurry up! We're burning daylight!" Bright Scar hissed.

I picked up the Chef scroll and showed it to her. "This. I want this."

"O-Okay." Bright Scar sounded as if she was holding back laughter. "Now I bestow the power of the guardian upon you!"

Looking down at myself, I noticed something strange: my clothes were different. Now I was wearing orange shorts with an orange tank top with white bands on my arms and legs, wearing red boots on my feet. Reaching for the top of my head, I felt some goggles attached to a cap. Soon enough I also noticed that I was also holding a rather sharp dagger in my hand.

"Wait a minute! This isn't the chef job! You tricked me!" I shouted, throwing the scroll on the ground.

Bright Scar shrugged her shoulders. "Not my fault you grabbed the wrong scroll."

Picking up the scroll once more, I groaned in frustration once I saw that Bright Scar was right. I did grab the wrong scroll.

"Darn it!" I grumbled, crossing my arms. "This is the exact opposite of what I want!"

"Well that's too bad." Bright Scar stuck out her tongue, although she was holding back a laugh. "Now fight, O Violet! Make your foes fear your thief powers!"

"I'll make 'em fear me alright," I muttered to myself as another bright flash began to appear. Startled, I shut them only to open them once the light subsided, greeted with the slime still glowering me, waiting for the chance to strike.

Taking in a deep breath, I sighed. "Alright, here goes nothing." Charging towards the Mini Sheldon Slime, I aimed an attack right at its gooey center, only for the slime to dodge last second. However, a small amount of slime was stuck on my dagger, which told me that I had managed to hit it somewhat.

The Mini Sheldon Slime rushed over towards me and smacked me in the face, making me wince in pain, but after realizing some of the slime had stuck to my cheeks, I licked some of it off, pretty hungry from battling already. And surprisingly, the jelly was really good. Throwing my dagger at the slime once more, I was surprised once the Mini Sheldon Slime fell back and stopped trying to get back up. Walking over to the slime, I bent over to deal the finishing blow. However, as I made my way over to it, the Mini Sheldon Slime immediately burst, its exploding guts flying into my face. Yelping, I fell back onto my bottom, swiping off some of the guts off of my face with my hands.

Thankfully, the face of Sheldon happened to fly off of that disgusting slime, much to my relief. Taking in a deep breath, I sighed. Blinking slowly, I felt about ready to fall asleep...until Bright Scar interrupted me right in the middle of a yawn.

"I, erm...decent job, young Violet," Bright Scar meowed, unsure about how to word her sentence. Though to be fair, I couldn't blame her; seeing slime is disgusting, especially when it's in a bright yellow color (the bane of my existence: yellow). However, the slime's jelly tasted really good so I did decide to give it a brief pass. "I do hope you plan on washing those clothes."

Rolling my eyes, I shrugged my shoulders. "And who has the money for that? Not me, I'll just lick the jelly off, thank you very much."

Bright Scar just let out a frustrated exhale. "All that matters right now is that Sheldon is safe. The child will have their face back, likely by the time you reach the village. Hopefully this will cheer you up, no matter how slightly it may be."

Chuckling to myself, I sighed. "It'll be the most positive thing to have happened to me so far today, I'll tell you that much."

"You know what, Violet? Shut up, let's just go back to Greenhorne to see if the boy is alright," Bright Scar snapped, pointedly ignoring me. While it was kind of rude to me at least, it was pretty understandable.

Finally making my way back to Greenhorne Town, I was surprised to see Sheldon standing at the entrance with his face back, as if he was waiting for me to come. Sheldon was bouncing around, a wide, cheeky grin on his face. The child's smile was almost infectious, but I resisted the urge to smile; this wasn't just fun and games, that kid had just gotten his face stolen. Yet he wasn't scared or anything? I've gotta say, I'm impressed. Sheldon's mother came rushing towards him, gently berating him for running off, and once I finally managed to walk over, the mother gave me a small smile.

"Thank you, traveler. We're both in your debt." The mother gave her child a serious look, which seemed to catch his attention. "Sheldon, say your thanks as well."

Sheldon groaned in frustration, but turned to me with a smile on his face. "Thank you, traveler!" Once the mother gave me one last nod, she took her child by the hand, presumably walking home. Just before they left me by myself, Sheldon waved 'bye' at me, still bouncing around gleefully. Smiling back at him, I chuckled to myself. You know, it actually feels...good to be nice to others. Maybe I should do it more often. After a brief moment, another flash of light made me internally grimace; it was Bright Scar again, wasn't it?

Much to my dismay, I was correct.

Bright Scar greeted me with a grimace. "You could look at least a little pleased that the child is back to normal." Rolling my eyes, I just scoffed a little in frustration. I wasn't in the mood for this. "Fine fine, let's get to the point. You've seen what Dark Lord Mapleshade has done to Miitopia, have you not?"

"I feel like that it's incredibly obvious that I have-"

"And so, I have an important task for you," Bright Scar interrupted me, a scowl on her face. "I, Bright Scar, task- no, command you, Thief Violet, to defeat the Dark Lord Mapleshade and save Miitopia."

Crossing my arms, I huffed. "Really giving me a choice here, aren't you?"

Bright Scar shrugged her shoulders. "Not my fault you're a- you know what? I won't finish that sentence for the sake of your young ears. Carry on, go save some faces, yada yada yada." Right before I could question her, Bright Scar immediately created a bright flash of light, presumably to send me back into the real world.

Opening my eyes once more, I was back in Greenhorne, able to move around freely once more. My gaze focused on the residents of Greenhorne Town, I sighed. There were still four more people left to save. If I was going to face Mapleshade, then I guess I should probably save these people first...even that douche. With my dagger in my left hand and the charm hung around my neck, I began to make my way out of the village. Well, that was the most life changing event that happened in the entirety of my life. Because I'm being tasked to save Miitopia and there's nothing I can do about it.

(Mystery POV)

Sitting down underneath the branches of a tree, I basked in the shade, my arms crossed behind my head. At the current moment I was in Easin Hills, awaiting for the Chosen One. Still, I was unsure about this task, though. Playing an important role in the fate of Miitopia is a bit too much for someone like me to handle...not to mention if you're responsible for how far they get, hmm? Shaking my head in defeat, I took another peep at the scroll explaining my mission, in case if I forgot- I wasn't exactly the best at remembering the important details, and even then, I had a rather selective memory.

On the paper, it said: "Keep the Chosen One from saving Miitopia, or at the very least, the entirety of Greenhorne. Kill them if it boils down to it."

Shivering at that last part, I put the scroll away in my bag. I wasn't exactly a violent person; for one, I'm too lazy for that, and secondly, killing goes against my morals. Unfortunately, being disobedient results in my death. So it isn't like I have a choice in the matter. Or like my opinions matter, either. What could I do? Well, I could try and sit here and wait for this whole Dark Lord enslaving Miitopia thing to blow over. Can you blame me? I really don't want to get involved with the fate of the world. It's already bad enough as it is.

"Bright Scar, why did I have to do this anyways?" I groaned, frustrated that this self talk therapy was getting me nowhere. Whipping my head around, I overheard some light footsteps behind me. After some lingering, I noticed a young looking woman with long black hair and icy amber eyes walking down the road, her expression somber. She had an orange and purple thief's outfit on, which I personally thought of as a fashion disaster.

Rolling my eyes, I muttered, "Just great, another thief in Greenhorne. Not like there isn't enough in this area already." Honestly, although I strongly dislike thieves, this one was...decently attractive? Feeling my cheeks begin to heat up, I shook my head, turning back towards the hills. "Keep it together, there's no way you'll be able to focus on your love life while in Greenhorne." As I got up to my feet, I paused once I heard that very same thief begin to speak.

"If I can't fight regular enemies, then how will I ever beat the Dark Lord?" She sighed, exasperation in her voice. "Bright Scar, if you're sending me on a suicide mission, I will not forgive you!"

That was when it finally hit me. She wasn't just any thief; she was the hero destined to save this world, based on what she just said. But why did she have to be both a thief and attractive? To make my mission even harder than it already is? And why would she even be able to talk with Bright Scar anyways? Last I heard from my superiors, all forms of communication with Bright Scar were out of commision for the past few years. So how could she even be able to talk with Bright Scar as if it was nothing?

"Oh, that's just peachy. When I'm the one calling her out for her crap, she doesn't even respond, the coward!" She snapped, throwing her arms in the air, dropping her dagger. After realizing she threw her dagger, she picked it up, and scowled. "Of all the crap that's happened so far-"

After some thought, I decided to blot out the more...colorful language, to say the least. How could she be destined to save Miitopia? She wasn't the helping type, for one- and two, judging by the ferociousness in her voice...who would even want to be around her? If she's met the Dark Lord by now, I wouldn't be surprised if she's already snapped at Mapleshade. But then again, it surprises me because let's be real; who would be completely unscathed after dealing with the Dark Lord?

But if this wasn't a complete accident and she's actually meant to save Miitopia...well, then we're all screwed.

|-| A1C2= The First Companion - Chapter 2

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|-| A1C3= Meeting(s) Redone - Chapter 3

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|-| A1C4= Amending Mistakes - Chapter 4

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|-| A1C5= To the Castle! - Chapter 5

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|-| A1C6= Jealousy and Hatred - Chapter 6

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|-| A1C7= Abandoned - Chapter 7

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|-| A1C8= Halfling - Chapter 8

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|-| A1C9= Sticks and Stones - Chapter 9

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|-| A1C10= Across the Country - Chapter 10

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|-| A1C11= Finding Felix - Chapter 11

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|-| A1C12= The Two Brothers - Chapter 12

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|-| A1C13= Fire of the Broken One - Chapter 13

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|-| A1C14= Tower of Nightmares - Chapter 14

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The Neksdor Arc 

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|-| A2C1= Reunion! - Chapter 15

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|-| A2C2= Don't Count Meowt! - Chapter 16

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|-| A2C3= A Walk Neksdor - Chapter 17

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|-| A2C4= Crack in the Bone - Chapter 18

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|-| A2C5= A Sealed Crown - Chapter 19

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|-| A2C6= Burning Doubt - Chapter 20

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|-| A2C7= Lonely Winds - Chapter 21

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|-| A2C8= Trust - Chapter 22

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|-| A2C9= The Wetlands - Chapter 23

Truly a WIP, haven't finished writing it yet.