The Deserter
Part 1: Lightning Strikes
Flap. Flap. Flap.
Marcia's face contorted, her eyes squinting in order to stay open in the face of the pounding rain. She was completely drenched: her short pink hair was matted down and had turned a much darker shade than it normally was.
I can't keep flying. I'll run into a tree before I find my way.
She wrapped her inadequate green half-cloak around her shoulders. The night air was still thick with humidity, but the world was starting to cool off. Marcia couldn't tell what time it was, at least ever since the clouds had obscured the sun. She assumed that it was late, but one tries not to assume, especially while traveling through potentially hostile territory.
Marcia's pegasus whinnied. I know, I can't see either. She dispatched a relatively dry and gloved hand to pat her mount on its neck, only to have it return sopping wet, just like the rest of her.
Then, lightning.
The bolt slammed down to Earth at a blinding pace, missing Marcia and her pegasus only by a matter of yards. Every knightly instinct that Marcia had developed over the years flared, but only one surfaced: she screamed. Her mount, dressed with blinders, wasn't phased so much by the lighting itself but by the sound that it made. Less than a second after the flash, Marcia was deafened by a roar of thunder, louder than she had ever heard before. Her pegasus reared up in mid-air and promptly dove straight down, threatening to throw his rider.
Marcia held on, her soaked hands gripping the swollen leather reins in a vice-like fashion. Eventually, through much physical effort on her part, Marcia managed to steady her pegasus. By that time, she knew that it was useless to continue flying: not only had it become too dangerous to safely travel, but she forgotten which direction she was heading in before the storm, as well. Giving into mother nature and her own good sense, Marcia landed her pegasus and set off on foot in search of shelter.
((I just wanted to get started so I had motivation to finish. I've been wanting to write this for weeks, and I really wanted to get to work. I'm also conflicted as to what kind of shelter she finds: an inn in a little town, or a solitary farmhouse. I have an idea for each one, but I can't choose yet. If any of you have a suggestion, that'd be fantastic.
I hope this will be enjoyable.
Also, I own nothing relating to Fire Emblem or any of its characters. I do, however, claim the words written in this passage as my own.))
