Log 1 - Elibean series
Today marks the first day in this logbook, it was suggested by Lyn as it appeared that I had lost my memories.
Though I was still skeptical that I should carry something like this around when I could be planning for our next battle.
Nevertheless, I suppose I should introduce myself.
My name is Mark, the writer/ owner of this book.
Or at least, that's what Lyn calls me.
Whoever is reading this will probably find that I'm either dead, I've misplaced it somewhere or you stole it from my possession for whatever reason.
First of all, if it was the third option, I'd ask that you please give it back.
But enough of that, I'll start off when my journey first began.
I don't remember much about what happened prior to the incident of when I was close to death as well as the incident which would cause my memory loss, but it was evident that I was ambushed as I traversed across the green fields of Sacae's Plain.
I'm not exactly sure what I was doing there in the first place to be attacked by either bandits or assassins, I do admit that the scene before me was beautiful.
When I woke up, I found myself bandaged and cared for as my surroundings told me that I was located in a rather large hut, or a Ger as I believe it was called.
Turning my head around, I was met with the face of a beautiful Sacaen girl who sat silently in the corner, asleep.
She apparently had taken me in after finding me in the middle of the plains, barely alive, when she had woken up, we had a long chat about our current standing point, though I found myself enjoying talking with her.
Her name was, of course, Lyn.
Lyn of the Sacae.
Wispy clouds of smoke fogged my vision momentarily as I stood in front of the gates of a large fortress of stone, a blizzard of snow and frost rained down from above from the command of what was most likely the higher-ups of life. An endless forest of pine trees surrounded the area, looming over the fortress' wall itself as it blocked out any view of the world outside its reach. Large blue banners were strewn across the place, the roofs of the common folk's homes were caked with a cold layer of snow as many guard soldiers stood on top of the grand castle's wall, walking around with hardened and serious expressions on their faces.
It had astounded me that the guards that were stationed for daily patrol on the population's walls were able to stave off the cold as well as they did with the bored and neutral expressions on their faces. I myself was barely able to keep myself from shaking in my brown leather boots despite the thick faded green cloak I bore with me as well as the long green scarf that hung comfortable and securely around my neck. My body shivered uncontrollably as I pulled my cloak more securely around me in a desperate attempt to retain warmth. At times like these, I often find myself listening to the complaints of some of my previous companions as to why the gods had to be so cruel to make people have to endure such harsh and uncomfortable conditions such as these; though all I could really care about was taking a well-deserved nap after what it took to get here.
An idea popped into my mind as I dug around my personal leather satchel which was slung around my shoulder. Soon enough, I found the item I was looking for.
A small red book with a small golden flame woven into it's aesthetic, it's once vibrant scarlet cover is now a faded cherry red, well worn through repeated use. Pulling it out, a familiar cerulean glint caught my eye as I stared at the spine of another book lodged deep within the contents of my satchel. This book was much larger in comparison to the previous elfire tome, with a pristine cerulean cover, golden embroideries drew itself across its chilled surface as crystal white snowflakes littered it's front. My lips formed a tight line as I closed the bag, keeping the book away from my sight as I turned around.
There wasn't much to see as the blizzard ravaged though mercilessly on the land behind me, though it was practically impossible to see through the clouded mist of snow and dust. Turning back, I outstretched my hand, fingertips facing towards the cloudy sky as I felt a warmth envelop my hand to my very fingertips. A small flame flickered to life as it danced around the base of my palm before growing into a decent sized makeshift torch to keep me relatively warm as well as granting me a slightly better view of my surroundings for the time being.
Attached to my hip was the trusted black scabbard that hung at my side, well two to be precise. One of the blades kept within its confines was a finely crafted blade that curved along its fine golden edge with a shiny gleam from its point. Engravings of Red and gold decorated its pommel and guard as the red jewel that was pressed into the pommel's core gave off a sense of rarity and power. The other weapon, however, would be considered to be quite unusual to the normal eye, and for good reason.
Like the famous killing edge blade which had been praised for its precision and carried momentum to strike critical points of an opponent's body, it's finely bent edge curved like the edge of a horizon. Though what was the most obvious and curiously unique feature of this weapon was its handle, a handle that nearly matched the length of the blade itself with a black and gold string wrapped around its grip as it felt warm and comforting in my grasp despite the cold weather that I was standing in.
The blade itself was made as a gift from a good friend of mine when I was well into learning the way of the sword. While I was perfectly capable of using magic as my main form of combat, which I was quite proficient at. My closest friend had decided to teach me how to use a sword for close combat situations, as well as giving me an opportunity in which I was capable of being both a multi-ranged unit was something that no-one in their right mind would give up; of course, I regretted it soon after I started having to endure such hellish drills, but looking back, I think that it was worth it.
Though I was still inexperienced at the time, I had surprisingly found my way around using the large and heavy weapon within time through countless hours of getting my ass beat by my friends but also getting their own opinions on the matter. Soon, I had developed a unique fighting style technique that I had learned to hone on my own through studying it's various pros and cons during possible combat scenarios; while it doesn't cover every aspect of battle and it's definitely not a perfect weapon, it's something that I have cherished as a memory of my former companions in travelling, though I suppose it wasn't the time to think about that now; I just really wanted to get inside where it was nice and warm... or at least I hoped it was.
By St. Elmine if it's just as cold in there as it is out here, I'm going to die here.
I walked further towards the large and imposing fortress of stone where a tall reinforced wooden gate loomed above me like an impassable guardian. Fortunately, I was quickly spotted by a stationed guard at the post near the door's base entrance. His long blond hair curled out from his steel helmet, though it didn't appear to impair his vision as he made his way to me at the base of the fortress, a curious and wary expression on his face, though they wouldn't deny the courtesy of asking for my reasons. "Hail traveller, what may I ask is it that you wish to seek here?" He said simply, his posture was relaxed yet ready to strike me down with that silver lance that he has on his back if I made a wrong move.
Well, at least he's got manners...
I nodded in appreciation, "Greetings Sir, I have come to request an audience with the reigning Khan of Regna Ferox." I replied, he appeared to ponder on my words for a moment before nodding and drawing his spear; to someone that wasn't familiar to Regna Ferox's customs, it would be considered to be an act of assault, though I was lucky to have done my research beforehand and didn't show any sign of surprise when he did, it was just how things went in Ferox if what I was told to be correct.
"Then you must know of what you must do to, correct?" He asked with a slight hint of apology, yet an excited and challenging gleam shined in his eyes. I sighed but nodded in response to his question, drawing out the long-handled blade from its scabbard, it's blade a warm amber orange colour that glowed like a torchlight. It hissed violently against the cold air which had caught the attention of the guardsman, but they said nothing about it as it laid by my side, instead, they rather stared at it with curiosity as well as excitement.
"A sparring bout to prove my worth as a warrior. If I win then I obtain access. If I lose, however, I am to be exiled from this land for a year or so before attempting the trial once more, correct?" I asked. The soldier nodded without hesitation as his sky blue eyes watched me carefully with enthusiasm.
While the punishment may seem unfair to some, I thought that it was likely that they wish for challengers to grow stronger before attempting once more. Fortunately, this was only to gain access within the arena as a warrior itself. If this was how border control for the entire Ferox nation worked, then they'd be surely out of business. Besides, this test was primarily for strangers and travellers, they say that people can understand each other by locking blades in the heat of battle.
"You are well informed." He said as he took in a deep breath before settling into a comfortable stance with his weapon in hand. "No hard feelings I hope."
A small smile tugged at the ends of my lips, I was glad that he didn't seem the slightest bit intimidated by the unique qualities of my rather unusual blade.
The sign of someone who has my respect.
I spared him a quick nod in agreement as I lowered my body to a defensive stance, my sword held towards him in the usual manner of a myrmidon or a swordmaster.
"Let us begin." He muttered with a tone of finality as he charged forward with a powerful thrust of his lance.
I wiped the icy cold sweat off my brow as I returned my blade back to its scabbard, it's warm light and aura vanished as it disappeared from view. Before me, the guard lay on the snowy ground groaning in defeat, snow was slowly piling on his armor as a multitude of scattered vibrant orange and violet petal flames flickered faintly before disappearing into the wind. He was bruised, probably but alive and conscious.
Nodding in approval of his skills that he had demonstrated during out little spar, I reached my gloved hand out to him as a sign of respect which he gratefully accepted in return as a sign of good sportsmanship; his iron-clad gloves felt cold against my leather ones but the gesture was warm and welcoming.
The match itself was exhilarating, the soldier was obviously very skilled and he didn't spare the thought of holding back on me. I was on my toes to make sure that I didn't get hit.
"Thank you, it was a good match." He bowed once more but before he could react, I returned the gesture which surprised him.
"I have to thank you as well, I am impressed with the unique Feroxi way of fighting you have demonstrated before me, it proved to be quite a challenge." The silver-clad man nodded with a big grin on his face in thanks before motioning me to follow him as he picked up his silver spear and adjusted it on his back.
"You have completed the test, I have deemed you worthy of our Khan's presence. Please, follow me." I thanked the man before following him, leading me into the thankfully warm confines of the fortress.
Thank Elmine!
The hallway were dimly lit as the snowstorm that circled the region blocked out most of the sunlight from the heavenly skies, though a muddled mix of blue and orange blossomed on the stone walls as each pillar were lit by a lasting and bright torch, illuminating a path towards a bright end as the tunnel bridged from a long walk.
The walk was uneventful really, but not in disappointment. It was rather... nice, without a better word to describe it. For the most part, the walk was quiet; the occasional guard that stood there watching us boredly without complaint was a nice change from the sneering and disgusted expressions that I used to often experience as of travelling with my previous group of companions. I was also thankfully able to initiate some small talk with the blond guard from earlier regarding sparring techniques and general suggestions of improvement for each of our own styles of combat, it was nice being able to talk with someone after days of wandering the land alone. There were the occasional windows here and there that was thankfully well protected from the reach of the snow, the wind was also thankfully dimuted, though it's cold embrace still brought a shiver down my spine.
I've never really liked the cold... That was rich, considering what I am...
I always wondered how Fiora and her pegasus was able to withstand it on their missions... Then again, she was one of the strongest and bravest of our bunch.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud cheer of people talking lively deep into the end as the path became more clearer. Two large wooden doors were wide open, revealing a large tavern full of people sharing drinks and telling stories. Maids ran around the place, trying to get every order as well as avoiding the more drunken soldiers who more or less shamelessly tried to flirt with them to no avail. A small smile blossomed on my face as it triggered a familiar memory that made my heart warm up at the sight. The soldier beside me smiled as well at the sight before sighing. "There they go again..." He grumbled, yet the smile on his face betrayed any sort of anger the statement may have held. I chuckled softly in response, "Well, the men need their break every so often, right?" His smile widened ever so slightly as he nodded in agreement. "Heh, I suppose you have a point there."
Finally reaching the tavern, I could feel the immediate difference between the area just outside those thick walls. It was warm and it smelled pretty badly of alcohol, though I didn't really mind it as I had often shared the company some people who liked getting wasted at every chance they get, though I was never one to join them in their drunk crusades as I wasn't a fan of the bitter taste of alcohol. The guard beside me patted my back to grab my attention.
"I'll be back to request the Khan. Please, make yourself at home." I nodded gratefully for his service as I shook his hand in thanks.
"Thank you again." Nodding once more, the man disappeared amongst the crowd, leaving me here on my lonesome as I awkwardly scanned the immediate area. I wasn't much of a drinker, never was, so I generally preferred to avoid bars, though I knew of quite a few that pretty much spent all their time there.
"Heh, Sain would love this place... lots of laughter, girls and alcohol, though I heard that he had married recently, good for him. I suppose Wallace would also fit right into an atmosphere like this," I muttered to myself quietly, hoping not to garner any attention from the locals here to try and encourage me to drink with them. Instead, I walked up to one of the more quiet corners of the tavern, standing silently as I observed the world moving by; some of the maids had asked if I had wanted any drinks but I had politely declined. I was just glad that they asked politely and left me alone to my own devices instead of trying to get hitched with me.
It really is different from Elibe, or Bern for that matter.
My attention was suddenly grabbed by a large figure with darkened skin entering the room, laughing. His exposed torso was puffed out pridefully, tufts of animal fur laced through his golden cuffs and collar with an eyepatch to top it off. There was an aura of confidence and strength that flowed from him, his mere presence seemed to liven up the room.
"You there!" He bellowed, catching the attention of all the patrons of the bar as they swivelled their chairs towards me and the man which I would presume to be the reigning Khan, sending their hearty greetings before resuming the conversations with their own groups. I walked up to the man who was accompanied by the blond soldier from earlier; Meeting him face to face, I found out that the man towered over me, or rather, he towered over everyone, yet his presence was rather welcoming than cold and spiteful like many other counterparts that I could list off the top of my head. I bowed my head respectfully before giving my own greetings.
"Greetings, you must be Khan Basilio?" He nodded pridefully before patting my back... and by patting my back, I mean knocking the wind out of me by slamming a hammer to the back.
"That's me. I heard you wanted to speak to me since you were able to beat ol' Alex here, he gestured towards the blue-eyed blond soldier beside him who nodded. "And you can drop the formality act, I prefer plain ol' speech if you get me?"
After gaining my bearings, I nodded in response, "Sure, it's always better like this anyways, it feels like we're dealing politicians here." I joked, which earned a hearty laugh from Basilio and a slight chuckle from Alex.
"I like ya! How 'bout we discuss this over some drinks? They're on the house!"
"Well, that went pleasantly well..." I said to myself. For people who prided themselves in being warriors, I was surprised at how nice they were in comparison to those from my own home who were disgustingly cocky and condescending dastards, they even understood when I had shared my own experiences with people who were proclaimed to be "proud warriors". It was a nice change of wind.
The sound of my leather boots crunching on fresh gritted snow that piled over the stone grounds resounded through the area as I made my way to the open training field where many native, as well as non-native warriors, practiced their craft against provided dummies, while guardsmen also joined in for a spar. There were few who were just letting off steam or to keep themselves warm, but for me, I was there to practice.
I had been informed that there had been a tournament taking place, oddly enough, later this week and Basilio had asked me to participate in it as one of his warriors, to which I had accepted. He had soon after introduced me to some of his other warriors who would also be participating on the same side as I was. Though there was one person that had caught my attention to detail. A tall and lean man named Lon'qu who exuded a silent but powerful aura with humble confidence and rightly so as he was considered to be Basilio's very own "champion".
He shared a style that was very similar to one of my own friend's as he apparently focused on powerful, precise and quick strikes, though it is apparent that he can also hold up well in the defensive compartment without as much as a gap of an opening to the naked eye, but to someone like me, I can see that there were very few and extremely tough gaps within his art but is carefully removed by using quick successions in attacks to overwhelm an enemy. There was also his fear of women, which was amusing in its own right to observe, though I do feel sorry for the guy when Basilio encourages him to talk to one of the barmaids in the local tavern. Though there was a pink-haired dancer that I had often seen speak to him in a rather normal way, which he seemed almost normal in partaking a casual conversation; perhaps they're a couple?... no that's probably unlikely, Basilio doesn't seem to be the guy to try and ruin someone's relationship, especially if it was someone he had a close friendship and of work-relation to, though he does seem to be the type to mercilessly tease.
Though what surprised me, even more, was the news that he was actually stripped of that title only mere moments I had arrived Regna Ferox before by a man named Marth. While it did intrigue me that this Marth was supposedly skilled enough to take down someone like Lon'qu and was also mentioned to be extremely young, which piqued my curiosity. Unfortunately, Basilio had mentioned that they were often nowhere to be seen or found, so I didn't have the chance to meet them.
Nevertheless, I was listed to be one of his warriors and so I should probably prepare for whatever challenger would face me by ensuring that my senses and techniques remain as sharp as possible if I am to fight at my best.
I pulled out my sunlit blade which hissed violently against the chilled air before quieting down into whispers while steaming lightly, an arc of Tameshigiri before me. The invention of the thick fabric tightly bundled together on a wooden skewer was quite the impressive invention to hear, allowing for it to be used multiple times if approached carefully and it was also apparently pretty easy to make so it would be quite an effective means of practice instead of chopping down trees or challenging the occasional willing traveler I had met during my journeys like I did before.
I had always used a killing edge beforehand as it was the most familiar blade in my arsenal due to it's swift and graceful velocity which can cut down my foes in an instant. I had also learned to use pole-arms and lances due to having only a walking stick to defend myself before I decided to pick up a real weapon. I had soon learned that I - at the time - lacked the lot of muscles to properly train with more heavier weapons, and axes were well out of my reach. As I practiced with a bronze lance in my spare time due to my slight experience gained by fending off enemies with a mere wooden staff, I found myself using slashing techniques more often than that of which are used less frequently when combatants choose to fight with a lance as it was a strong thrusting and piercing weapon; though the effectiveness of such a technique required strength and precision, something that I had yet to master at the time.
Curious as to the reasons behind this, I had learned and studied all about the different aspects in which our weapon's fighting style prioritizes certain elements that are fundamental in making a weapon effective, especially if they are to be pitted against each other. Many of my companions within our little group had come together to study a phenomenon which we had known to be called "Momentum"
While most people knew that putting more force or draw in a swing would result in more power, my peers and I had discovered that there was so much more that we could do to enhance the capabilities of our weapons by specifically weighting certain parts of our weapons to different heights to that of the normal; this also explained the reason why heavy weapons were typically much stronger than that of a normal or light version, as well as axes being the physically strongest out of the three from it's carefully designed imbalance of weight. In time, we had decided to create a prototype for our studies, which was to be a mix of a pole arm and a blade. Mixed with a few enchantments and spells, along with the help of a few royal blacksmiths, our creation was complete.
Thus, the trusted blade which hangs by my side was born into this world.
Steadying my breathing, I began cutting down the bundles of fabric in quick succession despite the weight of the weapon of choice I wielded, though it's weighted design improved more on the aspect of using momentum to acquire more speed and power with control using a well-honed and practiced technique. The creation of my blade was actually suggested by the help of one of my scholar friends named Canas who had pointed out the phenomena of momentum in weaponry despite not being one to have ever handled a blade before.
I paused on my relentless assault on the smoking cinders as my mind travelled back to familiar faces with bright expressions as they cheered together.
... I wonder what they would think if they were able to see me now...
... I wonder what she would think...
Anyways, I'm getting off topic.
Though the weapon was slightly slower than a normal Killing edge as it was a heavy hitting two-handed weapon, I also had the option of the other blade in my arsenal at my disposal which was said to be even quicker than the Killing edge.
Still, it made me feel a little guilty that I would be allowed a weapon such as this with unfair advantageous enchantments and abilities that most other weapons likely wouldn't have, and I was sorry for the poor sod that would have to face me when it would be my turn to take the stage.
I sighed as I realized that all of the Tameshigiri were cut cleanly to their base and burned into cinders that were quickly extinguished by the falling snow. Though I appeared to be deep in thought as I was suddenly brought back to reality by a soft tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I found myself face to face with a young... man? It was hard to tell. Their blue hair hung just above their shoulders with a golden fringed navy blue butterfly shaped mask with a few slits that were most likely purposed to give them the ability of sight. They appeared to bear a primarily navy blue getup with thin thermals and tunics, blue gloves and thigh high boots, an odd fashion statement for a male, sure but who was I to judge someone when I myself was mostly covered in green as well as cream overalls, Khaki and brown underneath the cloak.
I shook myself out of my thoughts as I realised that I must have spaced out for a moment without so much as a response.
"Yes?" I asked as to be the first to initiate the conversation as they seemed rather on edge. I didn't look too frightening when I was practising, was I?
Have I shaven this morning?... I hope I did... people have told me how weird I look when I had attempted to try a beard. Besides, I find them too difficult to maintain and were kind of itchy at times... I wonder how Hector did it.
"Greetings, my name is Marth. I hear you are one of the soldiers that have offered their services to Basilio for the tournament, am I right?"
My eyes widened as I finally understood that this Marth was the one and the same with the mysterious figure that Basilio had mentioned to me earlier.
Huh, a little shorter than I had imagined, but the strength and humble confidence I feel flowing from them surprised me...
Yet I could tell that there was a heavy weight that has been placed on their shoulders...
I nodded in confirmation, "Yes, I am. My name is... Mark." Marth seemed to brighten up at that for whatever reasons unknown as his mouth hung open slightly in surprise.
... that probably isn't a good sign.
"Uncle Mark?..." He muttered to himself without the intent of me picking that up. Unfortunately for them, I did pick it up on it which only served to confuse and bewilder me as I tried to process any bits of information I could but only got to dead ends.
Though there was only really one way to start.
"Uncle?" I asked, unsure if what I heard was correct or not... though it's not like I would know what I would do if it was, in fact, their uncle. If they truly were my nephew of sorts, I would have likely known about it considering their age.
Don't tell me my brother or my sister had a child like this... Actually, I know that one of them does but they definitely don't match their description.
Marth didn't have red hair.
The bluenette appeared to be shocked that they let that slip out as they immediately clamped their mouths shut.
I continued to stare at them, pondering what sort of relation I actually had to this Marth. "Um..."
They were quick to pull their act together but I could still sense the uneasiness behind the stoic mask. "I apologize, I must have gotten you mixed up with someone else." They quickly covered up, waving their hand dismissively, though I wasn't fully bought on it as it was probably a half-arsed attempt at changing the topic, though I decided to go with it as I believed that continuing that line of thought would only lead up to a massive headache.
"Is Lady Lyn here then?" They blurted out without thinking and immediately regretted it as my expression immediately darkened. My normally turqoise eyes flashed a cold crimson red.
I could only stand there, staring at the boy with a blank and dumbfound expression on my face as my lips struggled to form the question my mind tried to piece together.
"What... did you say?"
They seemed to be put on even more edge as they slowly backed away with a seemingly confused expression on their faces, "Wha-?"
"How do you know that name? Why did you say that name?" I snapped coldly as they were backed up to the fortress' cold stony exterior, isolated from the rest of the people in the training area who were lucky enough to not follow the two.
"L-lady L-Lyn, o-of E-elibe... y-your w-wife?" I flinched at that last word as I could only stare into the small slits of their mask, the faintest traces of sky blue beneath it before turning my head away in regret. My heart pounded painfully as I recalled the bloodied and dirty face of my only love. Her weak body held in my arms, yet a single hand stroked my cheek gently; tears rimming the edges of her beautiful emerald green eyes, yet her forest green hair was matted with dirt, sweat and blood.
"... I'm sorry... I wasn't able to keep our promise..."
"I love you."
"You don't know... do you?" Marth tilted their head in confusion, yet fear was prominent through their expression as his lips quivered nervously.
"W-What do you mean?" The simple question made me grit my teeth harshly in anger as my knuckles turned ghostly white before my gaze turned into remorse and shame as I couldn't stand to look at them anymore.
"Lyn is dead."
The whole world seemed to stop then, I felt like I stood there for an eternity as the dawning of a terrible realization came across their features, their mouths wide agape, their whole body shook before bringing their hands to their head, clutching it in pain and disbelief as though they struggled to process the information given to them.
"N-no... It... It can't b-be..." Their breaths became ragged and out of sync, hyperventilating somewhat as they rushed past me to who knows where; though I made no attempt to follow, nor did I think about why they would be affected in such a way as I sank to my knees, defeated.
My exposed figure was met with the cold and gentle snowflakes that layered over my hood before melting into the green fabrics that chilled my body to the bone. I started to punch the walls as hard as I could until my knuckles started bleeding lightly from under my gloved fingers, cursing myself for being so weak until cold tears ran down my cheeks.
I continued kneeling there, lost to the world as my forehead rested upon the cold gritted and worn stone which did little to provide me comfort for the loss that I am still trying to get over to this day.
Lyn... I'm sorry...
(Robin)
I took a deep breath to steady myself as a small migraine passed through my skull irritatingly. "Dammit..."
We had just been told to serve as Khan Flavia's warriors with Chrom leading the charge as her "champion". Chrom, being the nice guy he was accepted the offer to provide the shepherd's services to help Khan Flavia, though he was no fool to think that this wouldn't grant his country any benefits, winning this battle would earn an entire nation on their side to fight against the rule of the Mad King of Plegia, a prize that was essential to ending the long history of bloodshed and madness.
There was also the possibility that perhaps he was also itching to have a battle with some of the native Feroxi warriors that the land of Ferox had prided themselves on.
I wasn't particularly annoyed that we were practically forced into doing her bidding. It would be expected that such a heavy price would require hard work from our end, though I suppose that earning their help would require the promised services of their own, no?
It would unite our regions under a friendly relationship as many would expect and it would most likely be a long lasting one as our two nations shared many similarities in terms of the protection of peace for our people, yet I couldn't really bring myself to deal with politics. I was lucky that my status as the tactician of the army didn't extend to the entirety of Ylisse's forces.
Nevertheless, it was explained to us that each side was to have five challengers assigned for five independent and separated matches. Though the other four were merely just for reputation and show, the important match lies within the champion's stage; Chrom and Marth's battle.
I still could remember the mysterious boy who saved Lissa's life from our first encounter with the risen on the first night since my awakening near Ylisse's native forests. As much as I was curious as to who lies behind the mask that he wore, it was a secret, and secrets were meant to be kept.
Besides, I suppose I would be considered to be a hypocrite if I were to judge him on his choice of actions.
Though I was still relatively new then as Chrom's tactician for his army called the shepherds, though it was more like a ragtag private military group led by the prince of Ylisse himself. I was apparently deemed good enough in tactics and combats to be the group's mind.
I currently found myself walking alongside Chrom to our prep room, as we discussed the general rules for our battles since tactics won't particularly come too much in handy in one on one situations, these battles were designed to test our strength and skill when dealing with an opponent.
Since the time he and Lissa had found me on that field, I couldn't have been more grateful for having him accept me within his group. It... it was nice, to be wanted for just, me. I've made a lot of friends and people who liked being around me. I couldn't repay him for his kindness, for helping me up whenever I found myself asleep in the library or when I was working on my strategies in the late of night. I had grown to learn what it takes to be a leading force behind this small army that he had trusted me with. I was unsure at first but he assured me that he would be beside me at every step of the way, he had even made a sappy speech about how we were two halves of a whole. It was amusing sure, but it meant more to me than anyone could know.
And I had to make sure that I do my part in being strong, like him.
For the battles that we were to compete in, I had chosen to settle on having Chrom, myself, Kellam, Vaike, and Sully as our main candidates for the battle, seeing as long-range fighters would most likely be put in a disadvantage as they had limited space to distance themselves from close range fighters, not to mention their below average defence capabilities. Miriel and Virion's light clothes and thin frames could attest to that conclusion, though that wouldn't guarantee that there wouldn't be ranged fighters as well, though I decided to pick the safe option of using our more well-rounded options and gave them tips on how to handle any ranged units.
From there I decided that having so it was simply a matter of picking who was the best in one on one, close range wise, so we couldn't expect support from any allies who watched from the sidelines.
I had originally opted to let Stahl take my place but Chrom had practically forced me into taking the role with that damned perfect smile of his, accompanied by his surprising skill at applying a frightening amount of pressure on a bookworm like me.
"So, do you think you're good to go?" Chrom asked me as we stopped at a large wooden doorway, lit up at both ends by torches as familiar laughter and talking could be heard inside. I nodded as I checked that the straps on my iron sword were held in place, safely secured within its scabbard as well as my trusty fire and lightning tomes which were kept within the confines of my coat's inner pockets. I also had a few elixirs lined up on the opposite end of my belt which held my sword.
"Yeah, I think so... I'm still bitter that you made me do this though, I had a book Sumia had given for me to read from that massive wagon of books that you gave her a while ago and I was looking forward on reading the next chapter, it was getting good." I complained in faux anger as I crossed my arms before pouting. Speaking of which, I noticed that she wasn't here. I knew that she wasn't the best with crowds considering that there would be much more opportunities to make a mess and embarrass herself in front of people who didn't know who she was, and I understood that perfectly. Though, knowing her, she'd probably come back running in and falling over to witness Chrom's match with Marth, though the thought of it also made my heart race with excitement to see Chrom fight. He chuckled heartily before rubbing the back of his head sheepishly and apologizing once more, though I was quick to forgive the man.
The night was beginning to settle in as the sun fell behind the mountains of the horizon. The skies cleared to reveal a dazzling array of sparkling lights as the monstrous blizzard from earlier had decided to move its path of mischevious mayhem elsewhere, a clear sky coming into view from the large windows that graced Ferox's corridors.
The moonlight had cast a calm and serene light, providing a silent but tranquil atmosphere in the quiet halls as the two of us would be tasked with one of the most important jobs in our whole careers so far.
"Well then, let's not keep them waiting shall we?" He opened the door, motioning for me to enter first. I giggled in response to his gentlemanly behaviour and decided to play along, making sure that no-one would see us, ensuring that no rumours would arouse from our banterous behaviour.
"Why thank you, good sir!" I remarked playfully as the two of us made our way towards the arena. It was an inside joke of ours when we had an argument about being "ladylike" or "gentlemanly" but we had since gotten over it.
Upon reaching there, I felt as if my ears would be permanently damaged from all the screaming and cheering that originated from the crowd accumulated of more than a thousand people that watched on above us which made me wince in pain as well as nervousness. Before us was the fighting grounds in which we would do battle with our opponents. A firm yet fine dirt floor with a plethora of pillars supporting the circumference of the arena's gallery, though there were a few broken fragments of marble that lay strewn and littered across the floor. Torches set ablaze between the pillars as the flames roared to life, the flickering tips of the flame wisping wildly as it flailed around like an untamed beast feasting upon the charred sticks of wood.
On two opposing ends that were stationed above the crowd, two chairs sat across from each other. The Khans' seats were built to be seated from the highest vantage point of the arena so they had the "Best" view of the battle. The two Khans emerged from the tunnels that led to their grand appearance as Flavia took her seat while Basilio stood, waiting for the people to let him speak as the crowd settled so he could perform his duties as Regna Ferox's current standing Khan.
"Tonight, we hold the annual tournament to decide which Khan reigns supreme over Regna Ferox, our prideful land of warriors!" He exclaimed, causing the crowd to cheer in agreeance with the man as he laughed heartily, opposite him, Flavia had a small grin on her face as she nodded in agreement on the fact.
"I'm sure you are all excited for the exhibition of matches this evening, especially the clash between our chosen champions!" The arena was filled with excitement and cheers as the people discussed their opinions on who would take the stage for their entertainment.
"Though I will not spoil any specific details of our guests, I can say that tonight will be one of the most heated and magnificent spectacles of our lives!" He boasted as the room livened up once more and once more did I need to cover her ears in slight annoyance, though I had to admit, I was pretty excited as well. Though I often spent my time in the planning room or tent when we were travelling, I do take pleasure in getting into the heat of battle, especially with those with unique fighting styles which often helped give me inspiration for a new tactical idea though the way they move, counter or attack.
I could probably go on... but I won't for your guys' sake... as well as the author's I suppose, he seems pretty tired.
Basilio clapped his hands loudly to silence the crowd as he nodded to a blond soldier that stood behind him, he bowed respectfully before turning to leave as the large man returned his attention to the people before him, his fist raised high with excitement and pride.
"Let us now begin the battles!"
"And may the best warriors prevail!" Khan Flavia added as the ceremonies began with a loud cheer and applause, drowning the arena with noise.
"Hmm, who do you think is going to win this battle, Robin?" Chrom asked me, which snapped me out of my thoughts as I closed the book I was reading beforehand and placed it away carefully in my travelling satchel before walking over to my blue haired friend, leaning over the railings to find Vaike squaring off against a brunette myrmidon.
He definitely appeared to be quite the skilled swordsman and definitely a master of his art, I could only wonder about the possibilities that a unit like him would open up on the battlefield. The shepherd's local muscle head Vaike, on the other hand, was only getting angrier at the myrmidon as he hacked and slashed at him to no avail as he effortlessly sidestepped and flipped backwards from his heavy but imprecise attacks. I sighed before leaning my head onto my propped hand as I watched the swordsman move, his fluid way of attacking Vaike appeared to the natural to the normal eye, yet I could see all the subtle shifts between his body and footwork to gain the right angle for a strike immediately.
"Hellooo... Robin, are you in there?" Chrom waved a hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my "Miriel Mode" as the shepherds liked to call it, though Miriel wasn't one to "take offense at such trivial matters" The shepherds decided it would be more fun to poke it at me when I practically analyzed everything to do with combats and tactics as she would at moments like these; though it was, of course, all in good fun, and it made me glad that they accepted me into their merry group when I was just a stranger to them.
"*Sigh* No, Chrom. Robin's out right now." He chuckled at the remark. I smiled myself, proud at the joke I had made. Even if it wasn't the most original one, I did find it one of the most humorous and classic ones.
"Is that so? Can I ask where she is then?" I snorted at his reply as I covered my mouth to contain my giggles. After our laughter died down, I continued to stare off into the distance as my mind travelled back to an interesting individual I had encountered beforehand as they had preoccupied my mind before Chrom had called me up with him.
It was back when we had first been introduced to the halls of the Feroxi castle where I had stumbled or rather, bumped into a man that wore a large green cloak and scarf that was draped over his body. While the impact of my confusion induced panic had managed to knock me over to fall on my behind, he only took a step backwards in slight shock. His large green hood fell back to his shoulders, revealing his messy head of black hair with the tips fading into an interesting shade of cyan blue; it was quite the uncommon hair colour if I do say so myself, but I had no reason to judge. Yet what drew me in was his unique crimson red eyes that fell upon mine upon meeting each other's gazes.
Eyes that were similar to my own.
I had soon after apologized for my carelessness for not being aware of where I was going. He simply smiled before offering a hand to help me up in which I gratefully accepted the offer.
His hand, despite being gloved, felt warm and inviting. I could feel my cheeks heat up slightly as I glanced over his facial features which he had also - unfortunately - noticed as he also blushed in-kind response before rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, a goofy grin was set upon his lips as we stood there to chat for a few moments.
He was kind enough to show me around after our traded apologies despite seemingly being a foreigner himself to the land of Regna Ferox. Questions started to fill up in my brain as I followed the image of his back throughout our walk of the arena. Thankfully, I was able to be left with the remainder of my friends and colleagues once we found the shepherd's allocated rooms for our stay here before he departed soon after saying our goodbyes.
Surprisingly, I hadn't even remembered to ask for his name; perhaps I just didn't have the courage to ask.
Though I was surprised to see him later appear as one of Basilio's warriors for his side of the event when we were all called to the stage for whatever reason, yet everything about him was still a mystery.
I couldn't exactly pay attention to all the other combatants that stood beside him as my job would suggest but I couldn't tear my curious eyes away from him.
Much to my surprise, he also stared back.
At first glance, I could tell that he looked different...
Actually, that was probably a dumb way of explaining that given point, as most of the warriors participating in this event were mostly foreigners from different lands, choosing to test their skills against fellow warriors and to compare their styles and technique of fighting.
What I meant was that his clothing appeared to be rather... unusual for the typical traveller. In fact, it shared the appearance of my own aesthetic in many ways. Though his large cloaked covered most of it, I recognized the cream shirt he had worn as well as the cloth that hung from his waist to his knees, the belt that wrapped around his torso and below areas down to his shoes.
There were a few differences that I had noticed however as some of his wardrobe appeared to have been modified to a more travelling preferred appearance by the tufts of fur that poked out from the ends of his gloves, shoes and waist belt along with his boots being more situated for durability and flexibility than my ones, though they still worked well under stress and harsh conditions.
Not only that, but the aura that he exuded from our first encounter left me curious. The general air around him seemed to hold a calm, kind and gentle presence, yet it also held a strong, respectful and commanding contrast that seemed to blend together into a most curious man. Not to mention the two unique blades that he had beside him, yet I found his features to be more interesting at that moment for whatever reasons I wasn't fully aware of.
A single glance at him only served to make more questions.
The image of our first encounter flashed once more in my mind once more as I kept asking myself the question of who he was.
Though... there was something that had always bothered me when I looked at him.
That smile that he had worn. the heavy bags under his beautiful red eyes...
His whole act... it looked kind of forced.
Like he was suffering.
"So, again. Who do you think is going to win?" Chrom asked, snapping me out of my thoughts once more. I rolled my eyes at the seemingly easy question.
"I think it's pretty obvious that Basilio's former champion Lon'qu will win this, I mean, Vaike is too clumsy in his footwork and is too narrow minded. He gets ticked off easily when he isn't able to deal any hits and in this case, he hasn't landed any yet. All the better ones were parried and blocked by the brown haired guy down there. It's also apparent that the Myrmidon knows what he is doing and is taking advantage of that despite the heavy lead in combat differences, his style simply beats his. While Vaike has potential in terms of how proficient he is in handling an axe, Lon'qu seems to be leagues ahead of him, plus he has the weapon advantage." Chrom simply sighs but the same brilliant smile still persisted on his face even after her lengthy analogy.
"It's good to hear that you're still as sharp as ever Robin, though I can't wait to see how you fare against your own opponent!" He added playfully with a devious grin. My face paled at the mention of my match as I fiddled my thumbs around anxiously, hoping to avoid him having to see the sweat that's dropping at an increasing rate from my skull as I laughed nervously.
While I wasn't one that was typically afraid of combat nor battles in general, I always did have the problem of overthinking the possibilities of opponents I would have to face, though this problem was most prominent in one on one battles where it depended on my skill alone in pure combat. There wasn't much I could do other than fight as best as I could, but there was a difference between beating a foe that is better than you in one on one combat and that of a large scale battle. I suppose that I had the extra advantage of being able to quickly identify small quirks and holes within a stance or battle, skill and technique are needed to be able to pull it off successfully.
There was also the fact that, while I'm not the best swordfighter around, I was indeed proficient in magic and luckily enough, I was allowed to use such methods of combat as previous combatants did before the current match.
Nevertheless, there would likely be a good number of people that know some tricks to deal with magic users like myself and I couldn't help but think of what kind of unique strategies they would use against me. Then again, an experience like this would likely help me learn more about tactics which were what Chrom basically sold me on.
I sighed before turning to him. "So, when's my match?" I asked tentatively, "I wasn't really paying attention to the others, so I don't know how many fights are left." He seemed to think about it for a moment before having to resort to using his fingers, I wasn't really aware of how many of us battled as I was probably too busy reading into Sumia's book that I had been putting into good use for the first one or two matches. It was called Wyvern Wars: Terror at High Noon, I believe.
It was good; I mean, really good.
"I think you're next." He finished with a smile, my jaw dropped to the floor in surprise and fear. He patted me on the back as the crowd suddenly cheered due to Vaike falling flat on his face in defeat, unable to move his limbs while Lon'qu was declared the winner of the bout before he left the scene immediately and quietly. Being the resilient and tough customer that Vaike was, he had to be dragged out of their end of the arena by Sully and Kellam as he barked and growled for a rematch with the man, yet the silent myrmidon had escaped out of earshot.
I slapped my face wearily with my gloved hand as I groaned in annoyance, yet at the sight of my dreaded hand I stopped and paused. The hand which - to no-one else's knowledge of - was imprinted with a strange violet marking that had six eyes which were intertwined by a two lines running down both sets of three before forming a merciless and deadly point at the end. It sent a shiver down my spine just thinking about it as well as the fact that it brought up some rather unpleasant emotions for reasons I myself weren't too sure on.
I clutched my hand shakily, staring at the intricate designs on my leather gloves before tightening my fist to feel the comfort of its texture before it vanished within the comfortable confines of my trusted cloak, Chrom gave me a concerned glance.
All I could think of was the purple mark that embellished on the back of my hand. It's six eyes watching me, judging me as I couldn't do anything to shake its gaze.
"Are you okay, Robin?" My head snaps towards him nervously as I realized that I must have accidentally let that sliver or weakness slip.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine... I suppose I should get going." He nodded in understanding, thankfully letting the topic slide without much thought, whether that was a good or bad thing, I did not know. He patted my back reassuringly before holding out his fist. In which I held mine up in response as a symbol of our trust, our friendship.
He is... my friend.
A friend, yes, that's it.
We're two halves of the same whole, right?
"Good luck." He said, his thumbs held up in an encouraging manner, eliciting a small chuckle out of me as my fears vanished into the air for a breath of fresh air.
"Thanks."
The walk through the tunnel that led to the arena was fairly uneventful, yet the dreaded silence was nervewracking at the same time. The butterflies in my stomach were starting to get the better of me as I tried to calm myself by practising a few breathing techniques inscribed in a book I found within the confines of the Ylissean royal library.
While I wasn't completely sure about who I would have to face in my match, I had a good idea of who it was likely going to be.
As Khan Flavia had put it; our matches were determined by what the council, or rather, Khan Flavia and Khan Basilio think would be the most entertaining for the crowd to watch. Though I had to admit, it was quite ironic and humorous that the great and mighty Vaike would fall victim to an enemy that pretty much contrasted what he had always preached about. It wasn't that I particularly disliked the guy, but his constant showing off and flirting with women - especially with me - annoyed me, luckily he backed off after being rejected, I dunno, a thousand times? Even his weird habit of referring to himself in the third person was quite... unique.
Though I can't say that I should be allowed to particularly judge him, that was what made him, him I suppose. Whatever history he had that made him like that was probably something that won't see the public eye for a long time, though I had heard from Chrom that he had quite a rough life growing up.
My attention was brought back to reality as the bright light at the tunnel's end came into view.
Tap... Tap... Tap...
... Hmm.
I stopped at the entrance in which I stood in the dark, though I was luckily noticed by the referring judge of our match who nodded to me in greeting as I did the same. The heat of the crowd livened once again which served as my cue to step out into the light.
I could see a blur of green gain resolution as he approached the stage from the other tunnel of the arena, much to my surprise/ expectancy. We both stood at the gates of our entryway as I merely stood there, unsure of what to do. The cyan tipped raven-haired man, on the other hand, unclasped his large green cloak from his neck and folded it neatly before placing it on the ground beside his feet before performing some minor stretches to ensure that his body remains in its peak condition which exposed his lean but toned arms and torso.
I couldn't help but try and fail to hide my blush at this as I could only stare at him. I had experienced people shirtless before, heck, Vaike does it all the time, yet I wasn't sure why he had such an effect on me, even when he was wearing a sleeveless cream shirt that bore an uncanny resemblance to my own as Chrom was the only other person that I knew at the time that made me feel this way.
His body focused in much more detail the various scars that littered across his arms were defined clearly, his eyes wandered around the stadium before landing his gaze back to me and he smiled that weary smile, which I returned shyly. My naturally superior eyesight was something that I couldn't decide on whether it was a burden or a gift, however, I really couldn't complain about the sight in front of me, much to my chagrin.
The soldier who was appointed to be the judge for the battles motioned for the two of us to meet at the middle. I once again checked that I had everything that I needed available with me, held securely and safely hidden in my coat's cover. I, unlike him, kept my cloak on as a natural preference. It gave me a sense of warmth and control during the heat of battle, even if something as thick as my cloak would be deemed inefficient to some people, I felt like it helped me focus, along with the added benefit of being able to hold more weaponry and hidden items.
Walking over, I was met face to face again with the man who was at the forefront of my mind for quite a while now. He stared at me curiously, yet his crimson eyes flashed a sign of recognition and remembrance as I did much the same.
I wasn't able to tell but apparently, I was shaking quite a bit from what was most likely the pressure of hundreds upon hundreds of eyes watching me carefully, with high expectations. I exhaled slowly which caused him to shoot me a genuinely concerned look, his smile turning into a frown as his crimson red eyes watching me cordially and carefully.
"Hey, are you alright?" I flinched in response before hastily trying to come up with an excuse for my rather inappropriate behaviour.
"U-uh, y-yeah, I'm fine..." Shoot, I stuttered.
He nodded in understanding before giving me a reassuring smile that helped alleviate some of my fears, though the pressure and expectation that was placed on my shoulders still felt heavy despite the overall significance of this match is just for show and recognition.
He moved forward to place a comforting hand on my shoulder, his scarred arm full in view.
"I get it, really. Even if this is just an exhibition match, the simple yet heavy thoughts of people's opinions can weigh you down and that's understandable... But think of it like this; this is just a match between us. Nothing more, nothing less. I am your opponent now, but I won't think any different of you whether you win or lose, so just do your best, okay?" The confident yet wise and reassuring words were like a breath of fresh air to me. Perhaps I am exaggerating but I felt like I was freed from the shackles of my own fear and subconsciousness, my mind felt clearer than it was before; the outside world and cheers of the people vanished and tuned out of my mind. He smiled at me when he noticed the change in my attitude.
I smiled my own warm smile at him before nodding confidently, "Thanks, really."
He chuckled before turning around to put a few meters of space between us, "No problem."
Nodding in approval of our little heart to heart, the referee soldier placed up a hand that pointed towards the very skies as if asking for permission from Naga above to approve of this match.
"Without further ado, with both of our contestants are ready. The Ylissean Shepherd's Tactician, Robin and the Mysterious Wanderer Mark."
"May the battle... Begin!"
Log 1 - Regna Ferox
Today marks the first day in which I set foot in a new land from my own.
While it had been quite an enjoyable experience since arriving here by... *ahem* that is of no importance.
I was sent here on a mission. A mission provided to me for what may or may not be for the "Good of Mankind" Crap again.
I'm getting really tired of this... though, I still have the responsibility of protecting my friends, so I suppose I'll just have to deal with it some way or another.
As to why I am here in the first place.
I'm meant to find someone, The fell dragon's vessel.
What for? Well... I'm afraid I can't say.
Sorry.
While I was given no specifics on what they should look like or what kind of clues would lead me to them, I was still given the task to complete anyways.
Gee... Thanks a lot, Naga.
So much for a supposed god...
I often wonder to myself, is it worth departing from the land in which I call home, parting away from my family and friends who had helped me through my darkest times.
To disappear into the depths of the unknown once more.
But then I remember...
I remember why I came here in the first place...
-o-
Dear Lyn.
How are you?
Me?
I've been better myself, though, it has been no easy feat to decide to leave Elibe to the capable hands of my friends. I hear Kent is handling Castle Caelin well enough to be named as the Marquess when I had turned down the title myself.
I know I had to leave, and sure I may have done so many times on our own adventures...
But this is different...
I... I didn't want to leave... I didn't want to leave you.
But, this is something that I needed to do.
It was something that I needed to do for the both of us... Though...
I...
Today, I had an unfortunate reminder of one of the most painful and tragic experiences that I had been forced to remember in my pitiful existence.
The memory of your blood being spilt by a creature with six wicked crimson eyes, a black and purplish scaly hide and twisted longhorns adorned on the sides of it's head as your body was impaled by the twisted and cursed spikes from hell
You never deserved to go out like that.
Yet you still wanted to keep fighting.
I shiver at the thought of that wretched beast that took you away from me.
I'm trying my best to deal with it like you said... but...
It's hard...
I miss having you by my side, holding my hand as we watched the grassy plains of Sacae move with the wind.
No... no, it's not your fault, it's mine.
As shameful as I am to admit it, there were times that I just want to end it all.
I just wanted to see you again...
So badly...
I'm so sorry...
I love you
Author's note: (Hopefully the next ones won't be as long but it's important nonetheless)
Hey guys, this was a story that I had thought up of a while ago since I had started my Fanfiction journey so I had thought that it would be best to release it before I lost motivation for it after all of the plot detail I had already come up with.
Now, first of all; as many of you have noticed. This "Mark" (Which I have decided to have a different name for him later) is a lot different from the typical standing aside tactician character. Instead, he plays a more combative role but still retains his tactician like elements.
On another note; I know, I know. Deciding that Lyn was gone in this setting was a really tough decision for me too, though I think that it can tie into a lot of interesting events that can happen later on in the story.
I suppose I should apologize for the small lecture on physics when I explained the main function of the blade. The sword is a personal favourite of mine and I really wanted to include it in the story.
So, the blade that I had described early on in the story is called a "Nagamaki" blade which is the type of katana that have a handle which is nearly as long as the blade itself; though the extra details are just there to make it seem more interesting. It's also enchanted I guess, though of course, it's not necessarily a "Legendary Weapon" or anything close to that, it's merely a unique blade with special (but not game-changing) properties made by himself and co from Elibe, nor does he have access to any of the other Divine weapons of Elibe. Also, the other blade he has in his arsenal is a Sol Katti as a gift from Lyn. I also intend to give him a particular skill that will make him seem more interesting and of course, he has a unique class which will be explained later on in the story when it becomes relevant but he can use a sword and a tome like a regular tactician.
There's also the note that Mark has more connections and participation in the history of the Elibean chronicles in FE7 and I hope to make his role relate more towards Robin's side in Awakening. (also there are some big hints as to who his family is, huehuehue, I just really like them so I thought, why not?) It should also be noted that this story - while it still follows most of the main events in FEA - will have a slightly different story to Robin's backstory and future role.
Please tell me if there are any criticisms you would like to share about this story, any tips would be appreciated to help me be a better writer. Though I do ask that if it's something Negative, you provide some reasonable evidence or suggestions to help turn it around. Also, let me know if I accidentally change the use of pronouns since I had grown used to writing in 3rd person for my other stories and had already needed to proofread it multiple times to make sure that I didn't get it wrong.
As for updates, I'm not sure how consistently I'll be updating this as I am primarily focusing on my other story but I'll do my best to at least get it out whenever I can and I'll be sure to let you guys know if I am not able to update for a brief period of time.
Next chapter, there will most definitely be a fight scene between the two and I hope you guys are as excited for that as I am.
Thanks for reading
Ignis