5Millicent POV
"if I am to flower into something other than myself, I would rather rot into nothingness as I am."
The Tarnished who saved Milicent all that time ago looked at her his helm turning downward with sorrow. She did not wish them to see this... The ache as her insides rotted, the sickness tearing her piece by piece. As if relishing in the pain it produced within her. Angered at her for forgoing the path the needle brought her. Wishing to spread itself onward, to more of Elphael despite the castle and tree already being conquered by the scarlet nightmare. It took even the great Malenia. Her resolve and her body.
Milicent looked in the void behind the visor of his helm reaching the eyes of the man she once viewed as a savior.
"Please, let me pass alone. The scarlet rot writhes now, worse than ever. Soon, I won't be more than a mound of flesh. Curse-laden. Untouchable. I wouldn't want such a thing to bring you harm."
Her final plea worked as she hoped he bowed his and walked off to the other side of the small swamp, looking off at the ruins of rotted Elphael. With that, she exerted all her hopes, and the last of her strength, until she was nothing but fragments and dust...
Then the fragments reformed
Milicent felt a renewed strength within her. Her senses beginning to return. No longer did the overbearing sickly sweet scent of the scarlet rot coursing through her blood invade her nostrils and breath. Instead, she smelled earth and sea. She felt things tickle her face all around. A small pressure though not a painful one... Though the feeling was far from a pleasant one. She felt several small breezes all across her face going in several different directions. The feeling was a pleasant one she wished to stay like this longer. Though as a series of breezes entered her nostrils a sneeze was forced out of her. Causing her eyes to open.
She saw butterflies fly all around her, initially, a few red ones stood out to her, she operated under the assumption they were the aeonian, and smoldering butterflies she came across frequently during her journey. Though seeing the large green, blue, and multicolored butterflies she realized that she did not recognize any of these, though they held a beauty to them certainly... One of the smaller red butterflies landed on the bridge of her nose she got a closer look and realized even the red butterflies were not familiar to her. Which begged the question where was this? This wasn't how rebirth was supposed to go she knew that much...
It certainly wasn't supposed to be so whimsical. Quickly more of the butterflies were making their way back to her face. The feeling brought her more discomfort this time around.
With that thought she started to push herself up, Shocked at how easy the action was given how frail she felt only a moment past. Hearing the clink of her Valkyrie Prosthesis reminded her of the tarnished for a moment she wondered where his path took him in Elphael and if he bequeathed the needle to Malenia as she intended. That speculation quickly left her when she saw the sights around her.
A sea of trees and chaotic groupings of butterflies surrounded her and a pristine blue sky above her... Grass and kicked up dirt below her. It was easy to tell she was no longer in Elphael or the snowfields. Though even the familiar far glow of the Erdtree was not present anywhere in the sky. Nor the sadly dying husk of the once great Haligtree of Malenias brother, Miquella. No gold or red coated the sky in any way, it was a simple blue.
First the Butterflies and now this foreign sky? Where was she? Did she somehow get teleported to land outside the lands between? From what she knew of teleportation it only worked around the lands between. If someone wanted to go to the land of reeds or go to the lands between from here you'd have to go by sea.
This place certainly was by the sea, she couldn't see it but she could hear distant sounds of the coast and birds calling... the bracing scent of salt and the life that lives within and around the aquatic threshold. There was certainly land beyond the Haligtree and Elphael. Could she have ended up there?
Perhaps she supposed but then why was the Haligtree nowhere in sight?
Suddenly she heard a rustling behind her. She quickly turned and saw a man looking at her, They had dark skin, a smooth face, and golden eyes. She took a guarded stance, his sudden appearance putting her on edge. The golden eyes not helping matters. Grace-given eyes... not a bad thing perse she had those herself. However, Milicent did not wish to risk the possibility the man may come at her with aggression, the grace given often fought amongst each other. Given her look and the less favorable opinions many in the Lands have of Malenia, she's had her share of trouble from those who shared the golden sight. Even more so since she began to wear the Prosthesis. She eyed the man with great focus, maintaining her guard.
"The butterflies shes not of Nath... We should take her to the healer ... perhaps she can help..." A Soft voice said
Her stance falls at that, if one wants to attack they typically do not waste time on speaking. Though she kept her guard up.
She looked towards the voice and saw that there was a young girl, with a similar look to the older man, dwarfing her.
The man looked around at the butterflies flying around Milicent. Then down at the girl, the voice originated from.
"She is not of Naath, despite her eyes Missandei, you know as I, it takes all not of Naath..." The Man said, voice smooth but lacking the soft nature of the girl.
The girl looked up at the man, no words were spoken but something must've been conveyed.
"Very well Sister, though do not let it hurt you when the same fate comes for her as it did the Rhoynar" The man spoke with a regretful tone.
The man looked back toward Milicent. Then called to her.
"The butterfly fever has not yet come for you, perhaps The lord of harmony deems you worthy of our shores"
Milicent did not know what to make of this strange place, and the golden eyes of both the man and the child still gave her worry. Though she knew the man was her best source for answers of where she was. Thus she stepped forward, taking another look at the foreign sky above her.
A.N. This May Just end up being a one off it was originally posted as an Omake to my other Elden Ring/Asoiaf Crossover fic The Inbetweens of Roses, a Trout, and Stag. Though I'm open to continuing it if people really want it.
Originally I was just gonna make the two Naathi Milicent comes across OCs. Considering in booklore it's uncertain if Missandei truly is from Naath. Though considering it's a non-canon omake anyways. I figured i'd make it Missandei and Her brother. This is actually an Omake I could see myself writing a longer story for one day. Though given I have this fic, and recently started another long-term ASOIAF/nier crossover A Song of Bards and Maso. I think I will be sticking with just those two for now
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