Title: Fight For Me
Fandom: Rune Factory (4)
Prompt: Nightmares
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 774
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slight spoiler to Dylas' proposal event (and spoilers to Rune Factory 4)
Summary: He awaited her arrival to his domain.
AN: Totally did not borrow the title from Heathers (I did.)
The fierce glare directed at him ignited something, and he readied himself for combat. There was another girl with the challenger, but he was mostly captivated by the challenger herself. She looked ready to go against him.
It was too easy taking out her companion-she stood no chance against his magic-but this girl managed to force him into using all of his magic and attacks to stand a chance. She dashed around him to avoid his lightning attacks.
She looked powerful. This girl managed to outlast her better-armed companion in the face of his relentless attacks. She managed to score a few hits before she started to tire against him. He thought she would stop and retreat, but she only stopped long enough to drink a potion before starting a barrage of her own attacks.
He retreated before running towards her. If he could get close enough, he could send his own barrage of magic against her, but she always managed to dart away before any of his attacks could land. He could almost hit her, and there were many opportunities to hit her, but he faltered just long enough for her to take advantage of that opening.
She landed one final blow that brought him down, and he could feel himself weakening, but then there was a surge of power through him. He pushed through her defense, and she fell before him. She looked up at him with terrified eyes, too weak to even attempt to escape.
He charged up his magic and then unleashed it. She fell easily to the electric attack, and he watched her succumb to all her injuries. He hid as a few other people came to pick up this girl and her companion, and he had a feeling that he would see her again
But he knew that if she were to come again, he would kill her. She was a threat to him, and she needed to be eliminated.
His prediction came true a few days later, and the girl came alone. But she seemed prepared and more powerful. She pushed him to attack harder and faster, and she still managed to overpower him.
He was completely overpowered by this girl, and he could feel himself being pulled back into the Forest of Beginnings. But he wasn’t. Part of him-the darker, the more sinister, side-disappeared into the Forest of Beginnings as Thunderbolt, but he stayed.
He could feel something coming back to him, the memories of Ventuswill and his decision to become a Guardian.
But then that disappeared to some corner of his mind he couldn’t reach.
He felt lost, but he put on a brave face and thanked the kind lady and man that seemed to nurse him back to health. He was ready to leave them to find his own way in this foreign world, but then a man-Porcoline-took him in as a waiter, and he found a purpose in this new world.
He became friends with that girl-Frey-and the others that Porcoline adopted into his home. He got along with most of the villagers, even if their way of interacting was foreign as the town he was in.
She confessed her love for him, and he couldn’t believe it at first-she could do better than him, the man that couldn’t truly express his feelings-but he agreed to become her boyfriend. She asked him on dates, and they had fun.
He then took some time to work on proposing to her, but there were a few bumps in the road (such as nearly chasing her away with his surliness and secrecy.) But then she accepted his ring and they were married the day after.
She then fell pregnant, and he worked harder to protect her as she went into another dungeon. He attacked with all he had so that she wouldn’t have to.
She then gave birth to the most beautiful girl in the world, Luna. Their daughter had him wrapped around his finger. She babbled, and he couldn’t help but smiling at how adorable she was.
A crack of thunder awoke him, and he looked around the Water Ruins to see that he was stuck in the same situation as before. It seemed so real, this dream of a happy life that he only heard of in snippets during his isolation, and he wanted it.
“Forte, it’s this way,” a girl said.
She-the girl that haunted his dreams and married him-and her companion stood before him. He prepared himself for her attack. She was his salvation, but she was also his ruin.