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Chapter 1: The Awakening
Mark, the famed tactician of Elibe, is currently traveling with his friends to save the world. There're a couple of things that one must know when approaching Mark. You don't get near him on a bad day. Err…that's about all you need to know really. He really is kind when he is in a good mood, which is anytime that is not near a battle. Now we approach the tent of Mark.
"ARGGGG!" Mark screamed from inside his tent. This brought the attention of most of the army. They all looked in his general direction before going back to what they were doing. This was common after a battle. When one of the troop members gets even the smallest wound (even a scratch from a branch) he would go ballistic about how he has failed to keep his charges safe. He would revert back to normal in a couple of hours, minutes if we're lucky, and maybe up to six hours if we are not.
Unfortunately this just wasn't meant to be our visiting day. Mark stormed out of his tent and went to Hector's tent. He quickly came out with a giant ax.
"Hector!" Lyn and Eliwood called out as they came by to see what was happening. "Why is Mark with one of your axes?"
"Beats me guys. We should see what he plans to do." Answered Hector wisely, before he added, "And I'll rip him a new cider jar for sneaking up on me like that."
Mark wandered to the nearest tree and took a breath. He then lifted up the ax with ease and proceeded to cut a large X through the tree. The tree creaked and started to fall but Mark spun around crying "Punishment" and cleaving the trunk. He then cried "Dual Infliction" and split the tree down the middle.
The three lords were just left there in shock. Hector broke the silence with, "And we don't let him fight again why?"
Mark suddenly took off towards the woods and the camp followed him. Yes, I mean the entire camp. They were actually wondering what Mark has gotten himself in this time.
By the time they had caught up, Mark was bare handedly wrestling a full grown wolf. He quickly let go of its jaws and rounded on it with a hook that sent the beast sprawling. He jumped on it and started to throttle it. He kept at it until the wolf started to cough up blood. He stopped for a minute and looked down at his quarry. The wolf seemed to speak but apparently only Mark could understand it.
You are he who will run the river red with blood spilt by thy own two hands. This is only the beginning.
Mark got an evil glint in his eyes and said, "Your last words, and you waste them on threats. Weak ones at that." Mark then raised his hand and brought it down. His nails barely touched the wolf's neck but it was severed nonetheless. Blood was splattered everywhere and many of the girls screamed. Mark looked down at his hands and licked the blood. He suddenly froze up, shuddered, and fell face forward.
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