He leans forward on the desk, examining documents and reports. Maris' desk is one hell of a mess, Glenn thinks as he picks through the other man's notes. After finding the right one he sits in the chair and leans back, reading Maris' messy but legible handwriting.
-Find the girl
-Deliver Claude's message
-Break the curse
-Find the Saints
-Help Claude enlist the Almayrans
-Tell the others
-Storm Shambhala
-Find the Relics-
"Hello."
Glenn jerks, dropping the notes and falling out of the chair. He scrambles to his feet, swinging a lance out at the darkness.
"Who's there!?"
"It's me."
Light swirls faintly in a corner, forming an image of... the girl?
Glenn blinks, takes a hand off his weapon to rub his eyes. There's no way I'm giving into Dimitri's ghost sh-
"Stop thinking that," the girl scolds. "I'm not a ghost." The lance clangs on the stone floor as Glenn stumbles backward against the wall.
"You- you're- what?" He says eloquently. The girl smiles, amused, and Glenn can't find it in him to be upset. "Maris- he- he said- t-the girl with white hair and... cat... ears?" She nods and begins moving towards him.
"I have a few questions if you don't mind me asking," she says, turning her head to look around the room. "I'll start with this: my name is Mildred, and I barely remember anything."
Glenn has elected not to speak and instead inclines his head in a gesture for her to continue. Mildred sits crossed-legged in front of where he had fallen against the wall. She regards him with startling green eyes, but Glenn distinctly remembers her eyes being a mix between yellow and blue.
"Tell me, are you allies with the Alliance Duke?" Glenn nods and Mildred moves on.
"What have you been doing the past decade?" He swallows, uncertain. He shouldn't tell, not yet-
"Whoo!" A familiar voice echoes in the building, accompanied by the scent of magic. Glenn freezes. Mildred straightens just as Maris stumbles through the doorway, laughing slightly. "Glenn- dude you won't believe-" His eyes land on the girl in the middle of the room and he freezes mid-rant, blinking several times.
Mildred smiles, friendly and curious. Maris chokes on virtually nothing and coughs, rushing over to his desk and snatching up an open book. His eyes dart between Mildred and something in the book before glancing wide-eyed at Glenn, who shrugs, pale. Maris laughs again, the sound fluttery and skittish.
"W-Wait, what is your name?" He says slowly, having calmed his breathing enough to speak. Glenn stands shakily, leaning against the lance.
"My name is Mildred," she answers. Maris leans back against the desk, swearing beneath his breath.
"Maris..." Glenn says lowly, almost threateningly. "What are you implying?" Maris shoots him a crazed grin before snapping the book shut.
"Nothing!" He responds, overly cheery. Mildred tilts her head at him, also confused. Maris faces her. "Why are you here?"
"I want answers," she replies, and Maris can see the underlying current of anger in her gaze. He raises his brows.
"Ah, so you remembered something, didn't you?" He asks without thinking. Her brows furrow.
YOU ARE READING
The Missing Stone
Fiksi PenggemarA self-indulgent story that's been sitting in my Google Docs since forever. An alternate universe based off the game Fire Emblem Three Houses, exploring the question: "What would happen if the Four Apostles didn't separate?"
