The Silver Warrior - Etrian Odyssey IV Fanfiction

A Glimmer of Hope

Shirota hardly knew what the times of the night brought about in Tharsis, and since she couldn't get any sleep, she decided to walk to a silent street, if only to have a couple of her own thoughts to herself. A couple of minutes later, Shirota turned to see an Imperial just exiting a building with a batch of Imperial armor. Though, from the looks of the armor he had in his hands, it was something that the dancer thought she would never see again... It couldn't have been...

Before the Imperial could move away from the house, he found himself being surprised at the Dancer that came up to him. "What the hell?! How'd you sneak up on me?!" He exclaimed, barely losing his grasp on the armor.

"I'm sub-classed as a Nightseeker, so I'm used to sneaking up quietly on others. But still, what's with that Imperial armor you have in your hands?" Looking down at the armor he had in his hand, he faced the Dancer, trying to regain his composure. "Well, I never seen silver Imperial armor before, so I was going to try and see if Logre knows who wore silver armor."

While Shirota sort of understood the Imperial's intention, she wanted to inspect it for herself. She quickly swiped it away from him, and looked at the armor for any signs. "Hey, don't you know it's rude to swipe something out of someone's hand without permission, lady?"

The Imperial questioned, though the Dancer didn't seem to care about answering him. Eventually, Shirota sighed. "No signature... I was hoping to find some sort of sign that my mother is alive." She clutched the armor near her chest, while the Imperial scratched the back of his head. "Your... mother, was an Imperial? And with THAT rare Imperial armor, of all things?!"

Shirota simply nodded, seemingly recollecting her last memory of her mother. "Tell me, what was her name?" Shirota's eyes glared at the red-cladded Imperial's eyes, and although both of them didn't know each other, the Imperial could feel the Dancer's sad aura.

"Shira. When I was growing up, many called her the Silver Warrior. I think she was the only known Imperial to have ever lived outside of the Cloudy Stronghold before the airship crash occurred. Ever since the Heavenbringer's defeat, I've been hoping I can meet her again and tell her of the tales of what I had struggled with to defeat the Titan of legends..."

The Imperial quietly listened to Shirota's story, attempting to recall if he had met anyone named Shira during his time in the Cloudy Stronghold. "Well, I don't quite know if I had met anyone named Shira, lady... If I knew, I'd tell ya." He sighed, as he patted the Dancer's back.

"My name's Zesiro, by the way. You caught me off guard that I forgot to even introduce myself." He declared, as Shirota turned to face him. "I'm Shirota. And uh, my apologies for sneaking on you like that."

Although she didn't have to apologize, Zesiro wasn't one to complain. In fact, it just made him more aware of the person talking to him. "I-I think I should show this to Logre. Perhaps he'll have more information on what happened to my mother all those years ago..." Shirota addressed, getting kind of worried someone from her guild would likely find her and tell her to get some sleep.

"I'm not sure if Logre recalls every Imperial member from that airship crash, but hell if I know. He could surprise you in more ways than one." Zesiro coaxed, leaving the dark skinned woman confused, before Zesiro started walking away.

"Remember, Shirota; this is a secret to everybody, so don't go spilling it out willy-nilly~" The red-cladded Imperial called out, before walking out of Shirota's sight. Although with the silver armor in her hands, she's going to find her mother, the Silver Warrior- or rather, the Silver Imperial, no matter what. Her hope rekindled, she made her way back to the house where her guild was staying in.

She had to find Logre, and pray that her mother was not dead as the Dancer believed so long ago. If her armor was still around, there was still hope that she was still alive too. There was no way a simple airship crash could have bested an Imperial like her...

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A/N: This chapter is based on a prompt from TheShatteredRose, and is also the owner of Zesiro.