mickilennial — Roleplayer Guild

The Plymouth Lane was a long way from home.

She had arrived in the early morning, assigned to a new commanding officer far from Ypern and the constant fighting from Deventer to Tereschelling. There was an unease in her bones as she thought about it. If she was so successful and vital to the war effort why was she reassigned? She was a daughter of Ypern and her fight was in Ypern. It didn’t make sense to be reassigned. How many brothers and sisters of her people had she buried after fighting trench to abhorrent trench? She belonged pushing the despicable imperials out of their holes and putting them up on pikes. Yet she was here waiting for orders.

She had her back pressed against a nearby barrier in one of the observation posts, lamenting her thoughts as people began chattering.

They spoke of some kind of technical wizardry. One of them, Elliot, caught her eye for a moment as she kept herself at the ready and on post. Her shift was hours from being over, though she supposed she should have gotten rest when she arrived but her own stubbornness refused to do so. Not like she could’ve gotten rest, anyway. Sleeping after the last burial had been difficult and that was before the inevitable reassignment far from her countrymen. She chose not to respond to the group, not even a greeting. For the time being she just looked at them with a weary smile before keeping her attention focused on anything suspicious. Her husband had been good with the sort of things these men were. Mechanics of things and how things worked. Lubna by all comparison was an idiot. The only thing she was good at was shooting and staying alive. 

The air smelled raw. It would not stay peaceful for long. She could feel it in her bones.

There was a stutter in the winds above Yokohama.

Four wisps of light danced among the starlit skies, moving much like how fireflies would in a grove or brush. It was an interesting curiosity, but one that didn’t appear to significant. However, as if on command they moved closer and closer to the rooftops of the Japanese city, gaining faster and faster speed as they did so. They were anomalies. Strange fragments of a god’s essence. They were not of this world.

Several centuries ago, the world of Earth had experienced a phenomena with these wisps once before. Four ordinary people were lost to the pages of time and disappeared from the history books. They were nobody who had become significant, but they were far more tailored for what the celestial energy had been tasked to gather. The Hero of Defense, Chōsokabe Kubota, knew how to survive in a hostile environment with the sword and bow at hand. But instead of spiraling toward a soldier or medic, the wisps were confused. Weird energy had tainted the wish to bring new heroes. Instead it was seeking out somebody who would not know how to survive, someone who had questionable morals. 

Fortunately, the laws of the universe were empirical and absolute. This would be the case with the would-be heroes as time appeared to stand still the closer the wisps got to the souls that they were linked to. Some might have called it fate.

Nobody would hear it, but the echo of the spell to summon heroes was heard between cracks of the mirror between worlds.

When the wisps found their targets, they saw them like stone figures. Trapped in time as the mirror opened. The world’s clock was stuck, albeit for a moment, on that exact moment where the time hit midnight. Some of the would-be heroes may have been sleeping. Others… not so much. As the energy encircled the four Japanese people the lights around them grew and grew while the four in question were stuck in time.

“I refuse to let this evil win. I call out to you, of heroes old, I need your aid.”

When Junichiro, Ohta, Kaito, and Hiroko would awaken they would be nowhere near their homes. They would be in Eferion.

It would… be a strange awakening, but their bodies would be made ready for it. As their bodies were placed from wherever in Japan they were to a lone, giant tori in a large forested vale. The feeling of moving between the mirror that separated the two worlds was an odd feeling, though it would only be one they felt as they gathered their bearings and it would be more like a nagging feeling in the back of their head, like a sixth sense. All they knew when they awoke, stumbling as they would, was it was pitch black. After all, the world of Eferion was a natural one and light pollution and other such modern things had yet to light up the skies.

There would be no word of god to guide them. No Eferion sorcerers to greet them on the other side. In fact, back in the capital of which they were summoned a sense of dread had begun to fill the Princess's stomach.

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