I don't own Fire Emblem
AN : Yes, I am starting another story. This time a Novelization of Fire Emblem 6. As you can plainly see, I have put the tactician in, however his role won't be very big later on in the tale. Anyway, here it goes. Read and Review
Mark was looking over the latest report from his eyes in Bern. It was interesting, to say the least. It all started about 4 months ago, when the King died and Zephiel assumed the throne. All of his information told him that Zephiel had been assassinated by his father, yet that surprise came out of nowhere. After all, he had helped prevent one of the King's many attempts to end the young Prince's life. Second, many of the Nobles in Bern started hiring many more Ilian mercenaries than usual. Mark had yet to accept one of their offers, as they were simply massing in preparation to fight, and he had no information on who was on who's side. He would not risk selling troops to both sides of a conflict, it was bad for the mercenary group's image. And finally, Bern was stockpiling weapons, armor, and food. All signs pointed to Bern preparing for civil war.
However, after the death of the King, Bern continued stockpiling weapons, armor, and food. Most of the hired Ilian mercenaries have returned, over 1000 if the estimates were correct, but Bern was still preparing for war. The returning mercenaries was surprising, since after the death of the King, Mark would not have been surprised if Etruria attacked. Tensions were still very high when the two nations fought war for the tactician.
Mark walked over to a window in his office. It was late at night, everything was obscured by a typical Ilian blizzard, and he quickly calculated how far he could see. It was about 2 yards. He couldn't even see the ground. Mark sighed as he returned to his desk.
He had done well for himself these past 15 years since his journeys with Eliwood, Hector, and Lyndis. After he faked his death, ending the war between Bern and Etruria in the process, he had become quite successful under the alias Christophe. Running a mercenary group in Ilia had been a perfect retirement. It was where he belonged, in a state of constant conflict. It was what he thrived on, and under him the Green Cape mercenary group flourished. He was free to pick and choose who joined and who was turned away.
There was a sudden pounding before the door to his office opened and Mark's assistant hobbled in. It was Michael, one of the first men to take the training to become a Pegasus rider. Of course, he wasn't allowed to become a pegasus rider, as he was a man. So, Michael did the smart thing, he stole a Pegasus, flew up high, fell off, and by the grace of God somehow survived an impossible fall. Could never ride any animal again, became useless in a fight. However he was good at managing information and he came cheep, so Mark brought him in and put him to work. "Christophe, sir. I've prepared a list of all candidates who want to join our organization. As always, we have a lot of Pegasus riders trying to join. However we also have a large amount of magic users looking to join. At least 7 healers."
Mark looked at the stack of papers his assistant brought. It was at least a foot tall. He'd probably finish by noon tomorrow. "Thank you Michael, you can head home, I've kept you here for too long."
"Have a goodnight sir." Michael said as he hobbled away, closing the door behind him.
Mark gazed out the window as the blizzard raged on. He didn't like what was going on in Bern, he knew what they were doing, but he didn't know why. There were no signs of civil strife, the country as a whole seemed to be content that Zephiel was the King now. The only logical reason for an arms buildup is that Bern is preparing for war, but since no country has any intention to invade Bern, Bern must intend to invade.
Still, Mark wasn't yet sure if he was simply being paranoid, but this was a good enough reason to make their position more defensible, have a few more escape routes prepared, buy some ballistae, and if the worse should come, have something prepared to destroy the fort so the enemy couldn't use it. Perhaps a larger version of the mine that he used once with Eliwood and his companions. That would be perfect if he could control when it went off.
There was a quiet tap at his door, and Mark instantly knew who it was. Only one person tapped his door. "Jacob, you can come in." For now, he could ignore the problems of the world and focus on his adopted son.
AN : Yes, it is short. It's the prologue. It isn't supposed to be long. So read and Review, blah blah blah.
Now then, This is Lee, and I'm out!