Crimson: A Winds of Change Fanfic

Nowhere to Run

WINDS OF CHANGE

In the world of Alestia, where spirits reign supreme...

THE REBELLION has fallen to shambles.

With the recent loss of their leader, SALUS, they were struggling.

But this defeat was not without a victory of its own.

For in his final moments, SALUS secured an artifact of great importance.

This BLADE was paramount to THE TRIUMVIRATE'S leadership of ALESTIA.

And without it, their tyrannical grip on the world would surely falter.

Having no other choice, they gave their GRAND INQUISITOR one simple order:

"Destroy THE REBELLION, and retrieve the lost BLADE OF THE TRIUMVIRATE!"

But DAMEK, the new leader of THE REBELLION, set other plans in motion.

Hiding the blade in VALINORTH, he is confident it will be protected.

This sheltered hamlet became the new custodian to the weapon that would change the world.

And so...it would be met with a gruesome fate by THE TRIUMVIRATE and their GRAND

INQUISITOR.

All Raziya could remember was the rampart destruction. Billows of smoke clouded the evening sky as flames cackled all around the fennec, giving the sky an eerie red-orange glow. Valinorth village was quickly being bathed in flames with a voracious appetite that devoured forest and house alike. But perhaps the worst feeling for Raziya was the sinking feeling that there was nothing he could do about the fires all around him.

He tried to focus his thoughts – What am I doing here?! – but as soon as he did he was assaulted by an intense pain. It was as if his memory was lost in those dark clouds above, including who he was and why he was here. In fact, it almost felt like he just...came into existence at this very moment – but why now of all times? And who started this fire and why?! But he had no time to hang on to such thoughts, as his sense of dread far outweighed his sense of curiosity. A sense of dread that reminded him that he wasn't alone, and as his large ears turned forward he realized someone else was there with him, and this sense of dread radiated off of her as much as it did him.

"Come on Razzle, pick up the pace! If we waste anymore time we won't make it out alive!" the voice belonged to a vixen Raziya was certain he knew – what was her name again?? – and had soft-hued orange-and-cream fur, and was wearing a leafy green tunic with tree-brown trimmings, with both a bow and a quiver of arrows strapped to her back. She also had blue eyes, and long hair that ended in braids.

The vixen continued, "If that happens, or if you die, there's no way the Elder would let me live that one down! Come on!"

"Ah! Uh...s-sorry..." replied Raziya as his large ears slightly lowered. "I'm just..." At that moment it was as if one of the opaque clouds in his mind cleared away, and he was finally able to recall something.

The vixen – Val...Val-something... - gave Raziya an incredulous look. "Are you...are you even paying attention!?"

"Yes...I am The Seer," Raziya said, though more or less to himself.

This only made the vixen angrier, and her ears flicked. "Tch, I know who you are, Razzle! Did you hit your head on a fallen branch or something?!" she shook her head and turned the other way. "Just...come on. We're almost to the Town Plaza."

"You don't need to be so harsh, Val...I'm just...lost..." Raziya mumbled. Before he could take another step, however, he felt a firm hand grasp his shoulder, and his ears perked up and his fur shivered. A hand that he didn't recognize. The fennec turned around with slow uncertainty to see who it was.