The island of Valor. Known by legend as being an evil place of doom, an epic battle has just concluded there. Negral, the old and creepy master of morphs, had been foiled in his diabolic plot to gain the power of dragons. And it was all thanks to a heroic group known as Lyndis's Legion. Or were they called Eliwood's Extreme Squad? Actually they might have been known as Hector's Heroes. Anyway, long story short: bad guy lost, good guys won. We now join the successful army in the time that follows…

"…41…42… and 43". Lady Lyndis of Caelin smiles as she finishes her head count of the group. "Good news everybody, we're all still alive." she says cheerfully.

A few cheers come out from the large group assembled. In front of them, Lyn stands with the other leaders of the army, Lord Eliwood of Pherae, and Lord Hector of Ostia. Also there is Mark the Tactician, but no one is paying any attention to him. Eliwood steps up and begins to deliver a speech.

"Friends, Lycians, countrymen, lend me your ears…"

"Jeez Eliwood," Hector yells out. "Try to finish the speech sometime this century."

Eliwood turns back and glares at his best friend. "As I was saying, we have succeeded in our quest to vanquish the evil of Negral forever."

The army lets out a massive cheer.

"I would like to thank each and everyone of you for your help. Because you took up arms, our lands are now safe once again. I wish you all the best in the future and I hope that you all understand that you will be receiving no other heroic worship or monetary compensation what so ever for your deeds."

Nobody cheers this time around.

"Ahem"

"Anyway…"

"AHEM"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you have something to add Mark?"

Everyone looks over at the young strategist. "Isn't there someone else you would like to thank? You know, someone who while did not fight helped out by providing really good advice. Tactics for each battle you might say."

Eliwood blinks his eyes in confusion for a moment but then forms a cheesy heroic grin. "Of course, how forgetful of me. Special thanks goes out to Hannah wherever that old croon is today."

Mark facefaults as he hears this.

"Finally, I would like to have a moment of silence for all those who didn't make it. For Lord Athos, and my father. For Hector's brother, although technically his death was by natural causes and had absolutely nothing to do with our adventure. And also, lets have a moment for all those other innocent deaths. The untold numbers of generic enemy soldiers we slaughtered. The Black Fang who ended up being mostly good guys but still got wiped out by us. Those morph thingies. And who else…oh yeah Leila! Now there was a gruesome death, especially with the way they left her rotting corpse out for us to find. And to think, we then actually let her murderer join up with us. Talk about twisting the knife into the wound…"

"Um Eliwood," Lyn interrupts, "maybe you should stop talking now."

"How come?"

Lyn smacks Eliwood in the head and points out to the crowd where people like Matthew and Nino are visibly upset and look to be on the verge of tears.

"Oh"

"Grr, enough with this emotion crap." Hector yells out. "We just took down a freaking dragon. We need to party. And as luck would have it, I found some of Negral's special stash so…. Free Booze For Everyone!"

The crowd goes into a roaring ovation and slowly begins to disperse.

"Hey, I wasn't done yet." Eliwood says sadly.

"Oh, yes you were" Lyn replies.

In no time at all the festivities begin. As evening sets in several campfires are set up to keep everyone. Plenty of food and drink are passed around for everyone. Some people even wear the cute little party hats, although as to how any one got them remains a mystery. As everyone begin to relax, several interesting conversations are started.

"Were you aware that I'm actually a noble woman?"

"Is that so?"

"Why of course. Couldn't you tell by my superior grace and elegance?"

"Is that so?"

Serra, being her usually loud and obnoxious self, is endless talking away. Hawkeye, her latest victim, calmly sits there showing no emotion as she goes on and on.

"Oh I can not wait to return to Ostia. I just know Lord Hector will reward me for my outstanding service. Probably with a huge pile of gold or maybe even some rare exotic gems. Why, I willing to bet that he goanna throw a banquet in my honor. Can't you just picture it Hawkeye?"

"Is that so?"

"Oh, is that only thing you know how to say." Serra yells getting a bit upset. "Wait, now I understand. Obviously my amazing beauty has put you into a state of shock. It's all right. This happens to a lot of people. I'll leave you be for a bit and give you some time to recover."

Serra pats the muscular man on the shoulder and runs off.

"Is that…finally. I thought she would never leave."

"Wahahahaha!" Wallace says with a booming laugh. "Why I served Lady Lyndis at first and later rejoined the group as it engaged in battle when entering Bern."

Geitz glances over at him. "Hey that's when I joined up to."

"Really? I don't recall seeing you there. But then again there was all that blasted fog."

"Bored, bored, bored…wait fog? There wasn't any fog. It was a sunny day, you know by that lake."

"What lake? We were up in the hills by a river. There was a blanket of fog over the area as we battled Lloyd"

"Lloyd?" Geitz asks blinking in confusion. "We were fighting some guy called Linus. I think you're a bit mixed up gramps."

"You insolent pup!" Wallace growls. "How dare you! I'll have you know that my memory is as perfect as my sense of direction!"

"Well pops, we both can't be right. Err, can we?"

Both Wallace and Geitz think about this as they begin to hear the theme music for The Twilight Zone."

"Mark!" Wallace yells out as he turns around. "Stop that insensible humming!"

"Whoops. Sorry about that." Mark says sheepishly.

Kent relaxes by one of the campfires, reflecting on all the past battles they had gone thru. As he rests he lets his eyes wander over to a certain peguas knight with aquamarine hair. A small smile forms on Kent's face as he watches Fiora talk with her sister.

"You know it's a bit harder to get the girl when you don't actually talk to them."

So focused on watching Fiora, Kent had failed to notice Sain coming up beside him.

"Oh Sain. Didn't see you there. What do you mean?"

"Kent, Kent, Kent" Sain says sighing "I give you all my great expertise on females and yet you do not act. What am I going to do with you?"

"Nothing!" Kent responds getting a bit irritated. "Besides, since when you have been considered a great expert?"

"Since always, my friend. Surely you must realize that I am one of the most eligible bachelors here. All of the ladies feel a special something when it comes to me."

"Yes. It's known as a restraining order."

"Hahahaha Kent. Surely you jest."

"Actually, I'm serious Sain. I've seen the paper its written on and…"

"Nonsense. Why I'm willing to bet you 50 gold pieces that by the end of the night at least one lady will announce their undying love for me."

Kent stares at his fellow cavalier in disbelief at first but then relaxes and smiles.

"You know what? Your on."

"Very well then. Well I must be off then. I can't keep all those fair maidens waiting forever."

Sain smiles and heads off. Kent watches him good while continuing to smile himself.

"This ought to be entertaining."

Sain stands amidst all the other members of the army. Scanning the crowd, he tries to make up his mind on which lady he should talk to first. Suddenly he spotsLyn off in the distance. He quickly makes his way over to her.

"Greetings Lady Lyndis. I…"

Before another word can be spoken Lyn spins around whipping out her Mani Katti in the process. In the blink of an eye she presses the blade of against Sain's neck.

"Sain, I am in a good mood tonight so I will make this quick. If I hear a single pick up line from you directed towards me, I will use my sword to chop off some very important parts of your body. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal, my liege."

Lyn retracts her sword and starts walking away. Sain lets out a huge sigh of relief and begins to think.

"Oh Sain." Lyn yells back. "The same thing applies if you try anything with Florina."

"Damn!" he mumbles. "Hmmm, whose next?"

"You know, I'm really glad we head this talk." Fiora says while smiling, a genuine look of happiness on her face.

"Same here Sis. I'm just happy to know that we worked everything out andyou don't hate me. And I'm looking forward to going back home with you and the little squirt."

"Oh Farina. I think...I think I might cry. Where's Florina? She should be here with us for this."

"No clue. I thought you were watching her."

"Why would I be watching her?"

"Well you usually are compulsive like that."

"Compulsive? You're saying that I'm compulsive?"

"Yeah. I mean you always got to keep track of everything and always follow the rules. Its very sad, really."

"Well, your one to talk with your greedy obsession over money."

"Hey! My obsession with money is purely business smarts. Not that I expect you to understand that, considering that your pegasus is probably smarter then you at finances!"

"What!"

"You Heard Me!"

"Oh that's it!"

Without warning, Fiora suddenly leaps out and tackles Farina to the ground. The two begin to struggle and roll around on the ground exchanging blows, slaps, hair pulling, and anything else to beat each other senselessly.

"Catfight!" Sain yells out loud.

He and several other males of the group run over and begin to watch the match and cheer the two sisters on.

Speaking of the third pegasus knight sister….

"What you are doing here all by yourself?"

"Aaah!"

Not realizing that anyone is behind her, Florina acts in her traditional fashion. By screaming out loud and then jumping a foot up into the air. As she lands and turns, she sees the smirking face of Hector.

"You goanna do that every time I talk to you?"

"Oh L-Lord Hector…I…umm…"

"Man, you really have to give the shy act a rest. This is a party. That means you do stuff. Like talking to people and not being such a wallflower. Got it?"

"Ah yes…sniff"

"Oh don't start crying. I get enough of that from Eliwood, the big baby. Here."

Hector quickly shoves a large jug into Florina's hands. The purple haired girl blinks at it in confusion uncertain of what to make of it.

"Its wine." Hector explains. "Drink a little bit of this to calm your nerves. Then go have some fun, okay? I might even have a dance with you later on. Well I'm off to find some people to fight. Later."

"G-Good...Luck" Florina finally manages to blurt out but by then Hector is long gone.

The pegasus rider sighs a bit and glances down at the jug in her hand. Slowly she brings the jug up to her lips and takes a small sip. As she begins to taste the wine in her mouth, a small smile begins to form on the petite girl's face.

"This is pretty good." She says to herself. Florina smile suddenly changes into a large grin. Immediately she grips the jug with both hands and proceeds to start chugging the wine as quickly as possible.

Despite most of the army beginning to get rowdy, a few people have managed to remain calm. These people have gathered as one by the supply cart. Well technically it should be a supply tent but somehow it was about to transform into a cart with a working horse and everything. Go figure. Either way, Marcus, Isadora, Harken, Merlinus, Dorcas, and Oswin all stand around there engaging in polite chit chat.

"Lord Marcus, would you like to have another of my baked puddings?"

"Mmm, no thank you Merlinus. The ones I already had were fine. They were quite delicious thou."

"Oh thank you Sir Marcus!"

"Lovely weather we're having, isn't it?" Isadora politely asks.

"Yes it is." Harken replies.

"Indeed." Dorcas adds.

Oswin finally decides to speak. "This conversation is really boring."

The other five people look at one another and shamefully nod their heads in agreement.

Yes. You are correct about this conversation being boring," Marcus says. "But the question remains. Why?"

"I believe that I may be able to answer that one."

Six heads turn around in surprise as they look over to the new person that has joined them.

"Canas?"

The scholarly druid stares back at the assembled group. He grips a pile of books in one hand while he uses the other one to adjust his monocle.

"Yes, that's me." He says politely. "To answer your question, Sir Marcus, you must keep two things in perspective. First and foremost is the fact that all of this in reality is a fanfiction. Secondly, the author who is writing said fanfiction is not very talented. As such, the writer is more then likely encountering difficulties in properly using and honoring the vast number of characters that exist. Therefore, my hypothesis is this. To help alleviate some of the burden of this task, the author has gathered together the characters that he finds less interesting, or boring if you will, and put them together in one simple mandatory scene. Therefore, a high probability exist that after said scene is finished, the majority of these boring characters will not appear again. It's really quite simple once you think about it."

No words are spoken as the six so called boring people stare off into space trying to grasp the information that they have just been told.

"Well if that's all, I shall be off. I'm going to conduct a bit of an exploration in the hopes of obtaining some ancient texts amidst the ancient ruins here. A pleasant evening to you all."

"My word," Merlinus finally manages to blurt out as Canas leaves. "Did he just break the fourth wall?"

Silent as always, Jaffar walks by himself. Lost in thought, the last living member of the Four Fangs is perfectly quiet as he looks over the carnage where just hours ago, awesome kickass fight scenes were taking place. Like any other time of the day his face is a creepy emotionless mask. Suddenly a figure steps directly into his path.

"You are the one known as the Angel of Death, aren't you?"

"…"

Karel stands before Jaffar with a sadistic look in his eye. "My name is Karel. I am the Sword Demon. My sword hungers for your blood. Come and let us match blades."

"…"

Jaffar pulls out his daggers and twirls them in his hands. Karel unsheathes his Wo Dao. The two warriors slowly pace around one another, their stances a testament to the countless battles they have both been in. Each carefully studies his foe waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Finally, weapons raised high, they both begin to charge at one another when…

"Oh there you are Jaffar."

Nino comes skipping into the scene. Jaffar immediately halts his attack and quickly hides his daggers behind his back.

"Oh Jaffar, I just saw this really adorable bunny rabbit. It was hopping around and was by these really pretty flowers and then it twitched his nose at me. You have to come and see it with me."

"…But…"

"Oh, it will only take a second. Then you can play with your new friend for the rest of the night."

And before another word can be said, the young girl drags her assassin boyfriend away while the sword demon looks at the scene laughing. His laughter is cut short though when he finds himself being dragged off.

"What?" Karel asks as he gets pulled away. He glances over to see his sister latched on his arm pulling him away.

"Brother, we must talk" Karla says.

"But… my bloodshed!"

"Now"

Away from the rest of the partiers, Matthew is by himself. He leans against a tree paying no attention to the world around him as he contemplates things. A little bit away, Guy stands looking over at him. Debating with himself for a moment, he makes up his mind and makes his way over towards the thief.

"Hi Matthew."

Matthew turns and looks at Guy but says nothing.

"So anyway, I wanted to make sure that you were doing okay?" Guy asks.

"You know, its taken me a while but I think I'm finally ready to move on."

"That's good to hear."

"Yeah. I mean I should look forward not back. Sure I chickened out at avenging the life of the girl I loved. But, I have an important duty to perform and that should be my primary focus."

A smile forms on Guy's face. "You mean serving as a faithful spy for Ostia?"

Matthew looks back at his friend and lets out a laugh. "What? Of course not. I'm talking about becoming stinking rich. Which is why I have been working on this little beauty".

Guy's smile immediately changes into one of disbelief as Matthew pulls out a small manuscript and puts it in Guy's hands.

"The Chronicles of Matthew" Guy reads out loud. "You're joking, right?"

"Nope. It has everything a classic needs. Action, romance, even a little bit of comedy. You even get mentioned in a part."

"Really?"

"Of course. It tells how you were a bumbling swordsman and how thru my amazing grace and guidance you became a somewhat decent swordsman."

Guy's face now shows signs of pure anger. "I hate you."

Matthew smirks at this. "Then you'll despise me in a sec because I'm using one of those favors you owe me to go on a book promotion tour with me" The thief quickly whips out the oathpaper with Guy's signature on it to remind the myrmidon.

Guy lets out a scream of frustration as he tries to form some words but none come out. He temporarily considers decapitating his so called friend but a new voice interrupts the thought.

"Guy. It is time"

Guy and Matthew turn around. Erk, the young mage, stands before them with a serious look on a face. Besides him, Heath is silent with an equally serious stare.

"I understand" Guy replies. He hands the manuscript back to Matthew. "We'll discuss this later." And with that, he starts walking off with Heath and Erk.

"Hold on a second. Time for what?" Matthew asks.

The three males turn back and glance at him. Then they all open their mouths and simultaneously say the exact same thing.

"For……Mortal Kombat!"