Dark night
Author's Note: I do not own Tales of Vesperia. I warn you all that I have not played the games so this fiction will be going off of my knowledge from the movie. It will probably be relatively unrelated to the two anyway. I hope that you all enjoy it and please do review.
"Sir Flynn! Sir Flynn, please wake up!"
Flynn blinked his eyes open, slowly. He hadn't gone to sleep more than an hour ago. Or was it two? Time passed fast if the night was already over. Flynn frowned. No, that wasn't right. There was no sunlight yet. It was still pitch black. Perhaps it had only been an hour or two then.
Flynn rubbed a hand over his eyes and looked to the soldier who had been sent to wake him.
"What is it?"
"You've been called to the infirmary, Sir."
Flynn pushed himself from the bed and started dressing in his appropriate attire.
"The infirmary? Was someone hurt?"
The soldier shook his head.
"I don't think so, Sir. From what I've heard, they need you to identify an unknown man."
"Why do they need me?"
"Apparently, the man who bought him in said that he spoke your name, Sir."
Flynn frowned. Someone unidentifiable knew his name? He was dressed now and Flynn made sure to attach his sword to his belt before leaving the room.
"How long ago was he bought in?"
"I don't know, Sir. One of the nurses only fetched me a few minutes ago."
The night was cool and Flynn quickly came to regret his summer attire. He hadn't thought it would be so chilly outside. The previous nights had been much kinder.
"It's this way, Sir." The soldier gestured as Flynn began to swerve off course.
"Right. Of course." Flynn tried to clear his head.
"Are you ok, Sir?"
"I just haven't had enough sleep, soldier. I'll be fine."
Sleep was only half of the problem. Flynn couldn't figure out who it could be that would speak his name. There were hundreds of people that knew of Flynn but most messengers were registered with the castle and Flynn couldn't think of anyone else who could be looking for him.
They were back inside the castle now, almost to the infirmary. The room was one of the largest in the castle, built to cater for hundreds of patients. After a certain incident with a royal messenger, privacy curtains had been erected for the more critical or important patients. The soldier stopped at one and pulled it up.
"Through here, Sir."
Flynn ducked under the drapes to find a bed surrounded by nurses. There were so many that Flynn couldn't even see the occupant of the bed.
"Excuse me."
The nurses jumped.
"Mr Scifo! Can you tell us who he is?"
The nurses moved out, allowing Flynn a clear path. He could see that they were not quite finished dealing with the man's injuries yet. There were many bandages still in need of tying and the splint on an arm that Flynn didn't want to look at was crooked. There was a single bandage running around the man's crown and it took Flynn a moment to recognise the man because of it. If Flynn had been holding something, he was sure that he would have dropped it right then and there. The man who had been bought into the castle in the middle of the night was none other than Yuri Lowell.