|The Princess and the Asch Forgotten
Author: Liberty SleepStorm PM
Sequel to Cherished and Forgotten Revised The myth of the silver flower turns out to be Malkuth and Kimlasca's greatest secret. While Asch and Natalia's lives are at risk, a certain General Curtis spindles the biggest scheme in history, turning Jade, Anise, Tear, and Luke's lives into the battlefield they cannot escape.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Asch & Natalia - Chapters: 11 - Words: 30,124 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 12-03-12 - Published: 07-16-12 - id: 8325967
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The Princess and The Asch Forgotten
Summary: The myth of the silver flower turns out to be Malkuth and Kimlasca's greatest secret. While Asch and Natalia's lives are at risk, a certain General Curtis spindles the biggest scheme in history, turning Jade, Anise, Tear, and Luke's lives into the battlefield they cannot escape.
Author's Note: This is the sequel to Cherished and Forgotten Revised. Please read that oneshot first before proceeding to this fanfiction. Thank you. This is also a revised version, because I found it difficult to proceed with the story in third person. Thank you for understanding, and enjoy!
For the first time in a while, I was uncertain. Most troubling were not the possible miscalculations on my research – I knew I would get them right soon - but the vagueness of any predictable outcome to this misfortune that had befallen a certain redhead and a certain princess.
I folded the paper in three for the last time, slipped it inside an envelope, and sealed it.
Turning the envelope, I stopped to stare at the white expanse of rectangular paper before me.
For Lorelei's sake, I should not be worried for them like this. Life was the enemy of justice, and fate was the epitome of a mad man's genius crime. I did not like to meddle with the first and especially the latter by sending this information, but doing so would release this burden on my chest at last.
We had been comrades – not friends – but for the sake of philanthropies I would allow myself to intervene in this personal matter. This matter, of course, I could not handle alone. I would need help.
After long, silent moments of thinking, I picked up a quill and wrote the recipient's name with care.