𝓕𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮... (𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖔 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

A familiar face

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About 5 weeks after the events of Prison Break.

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(Y/n) sat in the mess hall, toying with her butterfly knife. Miraculously, she still had it even after being transported to a different world through a music box.

Grime had given her a set of silver-plated armour also. Sasha recieved a set too but her's was red. It was pretty heavy armour but not too much to the point that (y/n) couldn't walk.

All the other toad soldiers were chilling and goofing around.

(Y/n) looked at Sasha, she was playing card games with Percy.

Percy: Go fish!

Sasha: Percy, we're playing poker.

Percy: what's poker??

(Y/n) gave a light snicker at Percy's antics.

She took a sip of her mug full of beetle mead. She noticed that it sort of tasted like mountain dew.

It reminded her of Marcy. About what they did together in the library all those weeks ago.

And just the thought of her made (y/n) a little gloomy.

Braddock entered the mess hall and ran up to (y/n).

(Y/n): oh hey, Braddock.

Braddock: (y/n), Captain Grime needs to see you! Good luck, general.

She walked away.

(Y/n): hm, wonder what he wants.

She got up from her seat and made her way to Grime's quarters.

It had an arsonal of swords hanging up on the brick wall and a very dirty desk. Surprisingly, that was all the room had inside.

Sitting at the desk, was none other than Captain Grime.

(Y/n): You called?

Grime: Ah, general. I have something for you.

He pulled out a sheath from underneath his desk. He held it by the handle and pulled it out.

It revealed a longsword. A black steel blade elongated from the sheath. The sword had a shiny polished silver guard. The grip on the handle was a dark crimson red.

(Y/n) was mesmerized by how neat and precise the sword was.

Grime: You can't command an army empty-handed!

(Y/n): woah, this is for me?!

Grime nodded.

(Y/n) took the blade from Grime and demonstrated a defensive stance to see how well the sword would fit her.

It was the perfect length and weight. It wasn't too heavy nor was it too light.

Grime: The sword's name is Proeliator.

She stared at him in confusion.

(Y/n): The sword has a name?

Grime: Yes. Please use it. And treat it as if it were your comrade.

(Y/n): sure but where did you get this anyway?

Grime: It was hand-made by one of the greatest blacksmith in Amphibia.

(Y/n): ... Epic.

Grime: Anyway, I didn't just call you here for you to play with swords. I had you come over here because I have a mission for you.

(Y/n): A mission?

Grime: Yes.

He stood up from his chair and walked around his desk.