Adventure is never far from Owain Dark!
At least not when he searches for it like a lost puppy.
Having concluded his business in Hoshido, Nohr and Valla, Owain had opted to return to Ylisse with regretful goodbyes to Niles and Lord Leo.
Ophelia had made her decision as well, opting to return with her father to see the world he came from.
Owain had gotten a few odd stares when he introduced the girl as his daughter, but one line from her and his friends were convinced. She was most certainly his daughter.
But since, Ophelia had decided to wander the world on her own, seeking new adventures and promising to write often. There were even rumours spread back to the capital that an eccentric beauty would appear like a flash in dire times and disappear just as quickly. He couldn't be more proud of his little girl.
Lucina, having been appointed Exalt, was leading the reconstruction of the country. A new memorial was constructed outside the castle, listing all the names of those lost in the war. Reports say she'd sneak away at some point everyday to pay her respects.
Needless to say, he was busy, so she appreciated the moments she could sit down and have a delightful chat with her cousin.
But those moments were few and far between recently, leaving Owain bored if naught else.
He had tried to be of help but all positions that Lucina needed had already been appointed and, while she was thankful for it in her downtime, Owain's dramatics weren't so useful when she was trying to concentrate.
With Lucina busy and Ophelia elsewhere, it felt as if life had come to a halt.
He was so bored. So, he'd decided to go on a little adventure of his own.
A disguise unbeknownst to the people of the world in a dense jungle, ripe with danger!
He wore his "Odin" outfit and was exploring a forest...
A twig snapped. He was being followed...
"Halt, Villain! Or prepare to feel the wrath of Odin Dark!" He turned and assumed a battle stance.
The orange fluffly bandit was startled and hopped away, nutty bounty in tow.
A squirrel. He knew that, of course...
...But a loud, threatening announcement was sure to scare off any potential attackers. Yeah, sure, that was it.
It wasn't long before he came across an small hut.
The walls were weak and the woodwork was crumbling. The paint on the walls had gone yellow and was peeling off slightly. The windows were littered with cobwebs and the door was only hung by a single hinge.
It didn't look like anyone had been living here for years.
An old, abandoned cottage, just the place to spark a daring adventure!
The inside didn't look any better off than the outside.
The room was furnished but most of it was broken and covered in webs. None of the books on the bookshelf had legible titles, all masked in dust. Even the bugs, that you might think had the run of this place, seemed to have been long dead.
One thing caught his eye, however.
A wooden pedestal in the centre of the room, holding up a book, also dusty beyond belief. It was already open.
Owain blew the dust away.
Under the veil was an assortment of spells; some good, some bad.
There were ones that made hair longer, others that killed a man by thrusting his legs through their mouth, and others that...
Owain frantically flicked through, barely stopping to read any of the pages. He was like a kid in a candy store. But he didn't notice the door open behind him.
"Hey, you! Brat! What are you doing in my home?" An incredibly elderly lady stood hunched in the doorway.
Owain turned, surprised. The turning pages gently settled a bit further ahead in the book. "O-Oh, sorry ma'am, I di-"
"Oh, my baby!" She interrupted him and hobbled to the pedestal, shoving Owain out of the way, "The bad man didn't hurt you did he?" She cradled the book.
"I-uh... I'll be going then..." Owain slowly shuffled away.
"YOU!" She snapped her fingers and Owain was thrown upside down and dangled from the ceiling by his ankles, "You barge into my home, make a mess of my belongings and assault my poor, little baby."
"That's a book." Owain merely responded.
"SHE'S MY PRECIOUS ANGEL! Now, how to punish you..." She surveyed the room but stopped when she gazed back upon her 'baby', "Yes, yes..." She picked the book up and glanced down the page with a devilish grin, it made Owain feel uncomfortable, well, more uncomfortable. "If this is truly what you desire, who am I to say to can't have it."
She mumbled something in a language Owain didn't understand and pressed her long, spindly finger against Owain's stomach.
It sent a strange wave through his body, but it felt different in his stomach, where the feeling began. He couldn't help but giggle a little. It tickl... tic...
His eyes felt incredibly heavy and his thoughts went hazy. It wasn't long before he found himself lulled into sleep.
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