What hasn't been told   von Kawaii_Fruit
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                            Kapitel 3: Flashback 3
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Sheridan had been a good choice for his body to recover. Day by day he gathered
more of his former strength.
Still   Asch shuddered while thinking about the journey to Sheridan. He had  
travelled all over Auldrant before but this time it had been a torture…

His   body felt awkwardly numb and exhausted. It didn’t surprise him at all.  
He had heard of this before. Often people who had been in a coma for a   while
weren’t even able to stand on their own. But he didn’t have any   other
choice anyway. 
It was a blessing in disguise Lorelei hadn’t   taken away the little pouch
filled with gald, he kept hidden under his   clothes. Thanks to his former
journeys around Chesedonia he knew the   favorite campsites of travelling
merchants. It didn’t take much time to   locate one of them near Tataroo
Valley. He convinced the merchant to   sell him some of his supplies and left
without any further rest. He   didn’t have time to waste.
After some terrible days and nights of   stumbling around through the landscape
of the Ispanian Peninsula, nearly   fainting several times, he finally reached
Chesedonia. He really could   consider himself more than lucky for not running
into many monsters.
With   all of his remaining strength he dragged himself to the inn. Barely  
awake he entered the room he had reserved for the night just a few   moments ago
and collapsed onto the bed. Maybe I should peek into that defects mind… , he
thought,  just to check where he is now. 
He tried to concentrate but without any success. Overwhelmed by exhaustion he
fell into a deep, dreamless sleep…

Waking   up Asch groaned. Every inch of his body was aching. He felt like if a  
herd of giant rappigs had trampled right over his entire body while he   had
been asleep. Biting his lower lip he carefully sat up. In this   condition he
definitely wasn’t able to reach Sheridan any time soon. He   could feel happy
if he was able to just go out of the inn to buy some   more supplies. He gritted
his teeth and stood up. Staggering a few steps   forward he tried to regain his
lost balance. Finally standing still he   straightened his clothes and took a
deep breath. Precariously he made   his way down the stairs and left the inn.
Blinking into the burning   midday sun he wondered about what to buy first. As
he decided   medical-supply had the highest priority in his current state of
health,   he dived into the crowd of people, eagerly hurrying around to get
their   shopping done. Looking around for the pharmacists market stall a  
familiar face caught his attention. 
Just a few steps away a young   man was observing several different pieces of
clothing. His ash blond   hair had grown a little since he had met him last.
Suddenly realizing   his problem of travelling to Sheridan had probably been
solved, he   started following the young pilot with some safety distance. Trying
to   talk to him now would only end up in drawing undesired attention. After  
checking a seemingly endless amount of different stores, the young male  
eventually left the market. Clearly short of breath, Asch caught up with   him
near the town’s southern exit. 
“Excuse me-“, he panted grabbing   the blonds shoulder. “There isn’t any
possibility you could take me   along to Sheridan, is there, Ginji?”
The young man whipped round, facing the red-haired with a quite startled
expression.
“Who are-“, he began but suddenly fell silent, looking like he had seen a
ghost. 
“You’re   – How – Why- That’s impossible-!“, he stammered, his eyes
widening in   disbelief. Asch silently nodded and motioned his counterpart to be
  quiet. “I’ll explain everything to you as soon as we enter the Albiore.”
  
Ginji hesitated for a moment, still scanning the familiar man with a wary gaze.
Then he agreed.

Shortly after they both were sitting in the Albiore, facing each other.
“So it wasn’t just a rumor.”, the blond began, now a rather curious
expression on his face.
“A rumor?” Asch narrowed his eyes, wondering if Luke had already blabbered
out his secret.
“The   people of Sheridan were whispering about the son of Duke Fabre. They  
said the hero of Auldrant came back to life right on the day of his   coming of
age ceremony.”
So I’m officially an adult now…, Asch thought. This means I missed nearly
two years.
“But Asch, tell me, how is this possible? You’re both alive, am I right? How
did you come back?” 
Torn from his thoughts, Asch looked back up at Ginji and shrugged.
“You’ll   have to ask Lorelei about that. We both woke up near Tataroo
Valley a   few days ago. Lorelei told me our revival was some kind of sign of
his   gratitude for saving this world. I don’t know more myself. But how the  
hell did that replica reach Baticul that fast? His state of health   wasn’t
any better than mine.” 
Ginji was smiling by now. “I guess   that’s thanks to my sister. Noelle flew
to Baticul a week ago. She had   promised, she would take your and Luke’s
friends to Tataroo Valley while   your coming of age ceremony was held at the
manor. They all refused to   celebrate the ceremony in front of a grave.”
“So that’s why…”, Asch grumbled. “They must have arrived right after I
left.”
“Why   didn’t you go straight to Baticul anyway?”, he heard the young
pilot   ask. Watching him turn around to start the Albiore, Asch sat back in his
  rather comfortable seat. 
“I need to recover for a while.   Furthermore I will gather some information
first.”, he mumbled as he   closed his eyes. “Say Ginji, what happened in my
absence? Any major   changes?”
The engines began to roar as the Alboire III slowly lifted   from the ground.
Clouds of dust shot up and kept whirling around its   wings.
“Well…”, the pilot pondered. “Kimlasca and Malkuth both   revived their
research on fomicry. – Not to create any more replicas of   course!”, he
quickly added catching Asch’s slightly displeased glare. 
“They   are trying to make this world a better place for originals and their  
replicas. If I’m informed correctly they currently are working on a   solution
for the so called ‘fonon disassociation’. I didn’t understand   what they
meant, but I overheard some of Sheridan’s researches talking   about it.” 
Asch frowned. Fonon disassociation… Until now he had   totally forgotten about
it. Hopefully the solution would be found before   the terrible pain would show
up again. It really was kind of ironic.   Just brought back to life a few days
ago he was already worrying about   dying once again. Looking back up, he
noticed Ginji peering at him. 
“What’s wrong?”, he asked, slightly alarmed.
The pilot cleared his throat and seemed somewhat nervous.
“I guess there is one more thing I need to tell you.”, he started,
apparently searching for fitting words. 
“Our dearly beloved princess Natalia, well, may become the queen anytime
soon.”
It hit Asch like a punch right in the face. Natalia becoming the queen? That
meant-
“What about King Ingobert?!”, he burst out.
“The   King suddenly fell ill some time ago. The doctors said it was nothing  
fatal. But still they prescribed him to rest. He isn’t allowed to be   exposed
to any kind of mental or physical stress right now. Since   princess Natalia is
the only heiress, he decided for her to become the   rightful queen of Kimlasca
as soon as possible.”
Utterly shocked Asch   stared at the young pilot. Natalia becoming the queen…
that inescapably   led to the fact she would be searching for someone to support
her and   to help her in always finding the right path. For someone to keep
their   promise in his place. For someone to become her king!

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