Most High: Hello, again, I am writing a sequel to Behind Enemy Lines:
Jaffar's version (crappy title) and wish to say that I do not own Fire
Emblem or any of its' characters.
How can this be? My daggers or strikes do nothing to her!! Jaffar thought hopelessly, as he pressed the attack on the seemingly invulnerable Leila. Relentlessly, Jaffar searched for, and found many, openings. He stabbed and slashed every part of her, but it proved useless, every time he struck her, his blade was deflected by... nothing! It was as if she simply couldn't be harmed! As he continued attacking her anyway, he faintly noticed the growing sounds of battle coming from outside. Jaffar sealed himself off completely from the world around him; he saw nothing but Leila. From somewhere far outside his shell of concentration he heard the ripping of fabric. Tiny alarm bells went off in his mind, and he whirled about, narrowly blocking an oncoming sword strike a mercenary who had entered the tent. The Mercenary pressed on, aligning his arms and bringing his sword down in such a manner that forced Jaffar to cross both daggers overhead to block the sword. Jaffar felt a white-hot burst of agony tear through him as Leila drove her sword through his spine.
"NOOO!!!!!" cried Matthew as he watched the woman he had loved... and buried, killed Jaffar. "But... how? LEILA!!!!!" His former love turned to face him, and with a wink of her glittering golden eye, she disappeared. " ARGH!!!" Matthew shot forward, faster than he could ever remember moving, and drove his sword through the heart of a very shocked-looking Mercenary.
Black. That was all Jaffar saw, pure, unending darkness. He tried to will himself forward, but all that was there was constant blackness. Finally, he caught sight of a point of red light, and he moved toward it, soon it grew, expanding, consuming him. The agony! Jaffar forced himself onward, until he emerged in a dark, red marble room. Great arches and pillars decorated the hall, and there were billions of words etched in some symbols that Jaffar found strangely familiar, yet could not remember. He looked around, eyes slowly adjusting to the sudden lack of light. Jaffar felt his back, but he found no gaping wound, not even a scar to suggest he had been harmed in any way. Jaffar head something moved behind him and he whirled to find terror beyond all he had ever known staring back at him.
They were all here. Every one of them. Jaffar saw before him every single person he had ever killed. A shimmering column of light cascaded to the ground before him, solidifying into a beautiful woman with fiery red hair and startling eyes. "Greetings, Jaffar," she welcomed.
"Where am I, why are all these people here?" he asked, his voice revealing no emotion, not even in this place he was sure must be hell.
"You are here. Why you are here, is for you to decide. You have died, Jaffar. It is not, however, time for you to pass. Nergal and his meddling ways have disrupted the balance of fate once again. You will not however, be given another chance. Unless, of course, you can prove to these people," she gestured to those murdered by him, "That you deserve one."
"How?" was his heartless response to this startling revelation.
"By proving yourself good and true. I shall send you to the Barren Deep, the realm in which the souls of the truly evil reside, there you will destroy the soul of the one named Sophia." The strange woman declared matter-of-factly.
"Very well," Jaffar had hardly gotten the sentence out and he found the world whirling around him, he felt himself lift from the floor, then all went dark.
Most High: well, there's chapter one, I hope you like it, I will update soon. Please review!!!
How can this be? My daggers or strikes do nothing to her!! Jaffar thought hopelessly, as he pressed the attack on the seemingly invulnerable Leila. Relentlessly, Jaffar searched for, and found many, openings. He stabbed and slashed every part of her, but it proved useless, every time he struck her, his blade was deflected by... nothing! It was as if she simply couldn't be harmed! As he continued attacking her anyway, he faintly noticed the growing sounds of battle coming from outside. Jaffar sealed himself off completely from the world around him; he saw nothing but Leila. From somewhere far outside his shell of concentration he heard the ripping of fabric. Tiny alarm bells went off in his mind, and he whirled about, narrowly blocking an oncoming sword strike a mercenary who had entered the tent. The Mercenary pressed on, aligning his arms and bringing his sword down in such a manner that forced Jaffar to cross both daggers overhead to block the sword. Jaffar felt a white-hot burst of agony tear through him as Leila drove her sword through his spine.
"NOOO!!!!!" cried Matthew as he watched the woman he had loved... and buried, killed Jaffar. "But... how? LEILA!!!!!" His former love turned to face him, and with a wink of her glittering golden eye, she disappeared. " ARGH!!!" Matthew shot forward, faster than he could ever remember moving, and drove his sword through the heart of a very shocked-looking Mercenary.
Black. That was all Jaffar saw, pure, unending darkness. He tried to will himself forward, but all that was there was constant blackness. Finally, he caught sight of a point of red light, and he moved toward it, soon it grew, expanding, consuming him. The agony! Jaffar forced himself onward, until he emerged in a dark, red marble room. Great arches and pillars decorated the hall, and there were billions of words etched in some symbols that Jaffar found strangely familiar, yet could not remember. He looked around, eyes slowly adjusting to the sudden lack of light. Jaffar felt his back, but he found no gaping wound, not even a scar to suggest he had been harmed in any way. Jaffar head something moved behind him and he whirled to find terror beyond all he had ever known staring back at him.
They were all here. Every one of them. Jaffar saw before him every single person he had ever killed. A shimmering column of light cascaded to the ground before him, solidifying into a beautiful woman with fiery red hair and startling eyes. "Greetings, Jaffar," she welcomed.
"Where am I, why are all these people here?" he asked, his voice revealing no emotion, not even in this place he was sure must be hell.
"You are here. Why you are here, is for you to decide. You have died, Jaffar. It is not, however, time for you to pass. Nergal and his meddling ways have disrupted the balance of fate once again. You will not however, be given another chance. Unless, of course, you can prove to these people," she gestured to those murdered by him, "That you deserve one."
"How?" was his heartless response to this startling revelation.
"By proving yourself good and true. I shall send you to the Barren Deep, the realm in which the souls of the truly evil reside, there you will destroy the soul of the one named Sophia." The strange woman declared matter-of-factly.
"Very well," Jaffar had hardly gotten the sentence out and he found the world whirling around him, he felt himself lift from the floor, then all went dark.
Most High: well, there's chapter one, I hope you like it, I will update soon. Please review!!!
