SniperR: My first non-one-shot fic! Yay!
"Ah, finally, we get to rest. Those bandits wouldn't leave us alone. I'm glad they're all gone!" Lyn protested. She, Eliwood and Hector had finished off the brigands and gained them a victory. The whole camp was in a cheerful mood.
"Those bandits were chasing us for days. I'm happy they won't be doing so anymore." Commented Matthew.
"Me too!" Added Serra. The whole camp came together around Merlinus' tent and supper was served.
"Oswin, Marcus, go keep an eye out for bandits. They're done this before. I wouldn't put it past them to try it again" Commanded Mark, their tactician.
"Yes sir!" Oswin turned and left. Marcus was unusually quiet.
"What's wrong?" Asked Mark.
"Sir Mark, I'm worried. We can keep guard, but last time they snuck up on us. We couldn't counter their attack. What if we can't see them coming this time?"
"Do not worry, we'll keep our eyes open too, if that will ease your tension."
"Much, thank you Sir Mark." Marcus left the same way Oswin had. Mark turned towards camp and, fixing his torn cloak, strode to the fire, and his supper. He was famished. "I'll out-eat you this time, Hector!" Mark laughed.
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That evening was uneventful. Supper was over, and Mark had again, lost.
"What's wrong Oswin?" Asked Marcus.
"Just worrying about Hector..."
"You do not need to worry. He holds his own very well on the battlefield. I've watched him also, he fights extremely well."
"I know, but it's just a matter of time before he blunders. And then what? I don't want to have to be the messenger that tells Lord Uther than Hector was killed."
"I understand your feelings, Oswin. I worry about Eliwood. You have to learn to let them go. How will they become independent if we're always babying them?"
"You're right. I guess their's no need to worry then." No further words were said between them.
Meanwhile at camp
"Sain, Kent, can you two go to the village we passed yesterday and get some new equipment? I've noticed how we've been running short on lances and swords."
"Sure. Do I have to go with Kent? He's so boring..."
"Sain, just go with him..." Mark finished exasperated. The two cavaliers left. "And take Priscilla with you! You might run into trouble and could use a healer." The paladins nodded. After finding Priscilla they left the camp. They would return tomorrow. Mark turned and went to bed. It was late.
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"Mark, Mark wake up! We're under attack!" Mark jumped up. His eyes finally focused to see Eliwood still trying to get dressed.
"Attack? Is it those bandits again?"
"Yes. They snuck up on us. We found out when an arrow went through Serra's tent and she screamed loud enough that she woke us all."
"What about Oswin and Marcus? They were on guard duty! They're ok, right?"
"Yeah, they were surrounded. They're fine now. We were going to help them but Hector got there before we could. Saving Oswin and Marcus, just a convenient excuse for more violence. What is it with Hector and violence?"
"I really don't know. Thank Saint Elimine they weren't harmed. Is everyone up?" Eliwood nodded.
"I need to go help Hector, there are bandits coming from the left, and everyone are fighting the one's coming from up ahead."
"Are you sure you two can handle it alone?"
"Of course!" Eliwood turned on his heels and left Mark to get dressed.
"Hope you're right." Murmured Mark.
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"Eliwood, what took you?" Eliwood stumbled over dead brigands.
"I had to tell Mark that the camp was under attack." Eliwood lost his balance and fall on another dead brigand. Hector took him by the back of the shirt and set him back on his feet.
"Really? No one bothered to tell our tactician??"
"No. I told him we'd be here, he sounded worried about the prospect of just the two of us guarding this side of the camp, but I see you're doing fine by yourself." Eliwood inspected Hector closely for any sign of a wound.
"I told you before Eliwood, I don't need any help when it comes to fighting! But I'll gladly guard you, if it keeps you out of danger."
"Very well, you'll get your way weather I like it or not."
"Come now! You're not serious?"
"Yes, you're very..." Eliwood paused. "...determined, if you can even say that." Hector just laughed and patted Eliwood on the shoulder which almost caused him to lose his balance again.
"Hector, bandits heading for us, get ready." Eliwood and Hector drew their weapons and prepared for the upcoming battle.
SniperR: Voting time!!!! I know I said in the genre this was a tragedy-
Hector: Not very tragic if you ask me...
SniperR: Not YET!! Just to see what you nice readers want, tell me if who you would rather see die in the end of this fic, Eliwood or Hector!
Hector & Eliwood: WHAT?! O.O
SniperR: So yeah, tell me what you think, and hurry before I get dunked into the pool of maple serup and thrown on an ant hill again....
Hector: Yeah, we have a nice anthill waiting for you!
Eliwood: Hector, be realistic. We have to throw her in the MAPLE SERUP first, remember?
Hector: Oh yeah, right.
SniperR: Like I said, hurry! ;-;
And please, no flames......