Fast Slash Chapter 1: Random encounter
Alright...I used the map from Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones, since its the one I am most familiar with. I called it Fast Slash because of the nicknames some characters had. I hope I did a good job. R&R
The sun was covered by some clouds but not many. A 15 year old boy walked through the Frelian castle market looking for something to do. He looked around here and there. His cloak that he was wearing waved in the slight breeze that flowed through the market. His hood shrouded his face but he never did like to wear it. His father told him that he had to out in public, though he didn't know why. Worza fought with himself as his boots took one step after another. Should he ignore his father's warning or not. He didn't take his hood off no matter how much he wanted to. He had to conceal his dark grey hair from the world. His necklace that resembled an owl jingled along with his sheathed, iron sword. His father, Cratos, forged the necklace himself. It was the only one of it's kind and he has never taken it off since it was given to him. Worza wasn't paying attention and ran into a girl. "My apologies. I wasn't watching where I was going." Worza apologized.
"It's fine. I was headed to the arena in the city south of here. I only came here to pick up an item that I just couldn't live without." She explained. Arena? I can either go watch a fight or I can keep wandering around. To the arena Worza thought. "I should get going. I don't want to be late." She said as she started walking away.
"Wait! Can I go with you?" Worza asked. "I would like something to do and the arena sounds like a good place to watch a fight."
She hesitated a moment but finally said, "Sure." Worza noticed she had a symbol on the back of her cape. He had no idea what it meant. She also wore a sky blue robe under her dark blue cape. She had piercing green eyes and the same color hair he had only lighter.
"If you don't mind me asking, what does the symbol on your cape mean?" Worza asked curiously.
She looked at him curiously. "It means that I am a full-fledged Mage." She said happily.
"Mage? As in like...magic?" Worza asked interested.
"Yes. I studied under a most powerful bishop but that was a while back. When I was ten years of age, I became a full-fledged Mage. But that was four years ago and I'm now trying to become stronger and become a Mage knight."
"Do you want to join the army?"
"Army? No, I want to freelance and travel the world seeking strong opponents."
"I want to be a master swordsman, but I have no teacher and my father would never let me travel the world though I would love to."
"Why wouldn't your father let you?"
"He is...over protective. He thinks life should be all about education and learning. Though it is good, it's just not me."
"I understand. I had to learn basic magic before I could learn advanced magic. I hated the basics. They were too easy. But this book that I have here will teach me advanced magic." She looked at the book she was holding.
Worza noticed it didn't have a title. "Why doesn't the book have a title?" He asked looking at the book.
"Because it's a magical book with spells. If it had a title than it would be an ordinary reading book." Worza was confused but didn't question her logic. "I never did get your name." She said after a moments pause.
"It's...Uh...Corin." That was his fake identity name that his father chose for him.
"Corin? That's a nice name. My name is Relit."
"Thanks. Relit is also a nice name."
"Thanks. Oh! We're here!" She giggled happily. "This is where we part. Good by Corin. My our paths cross again."
"To you as well. Goodbye and good luck." He had no idea why she would come to an arena. He had grown fond of her even though he has only known her an afternoon. "Time to watch some fights." He mumbled to himself. He looked at the large dome that housed violence and bloodshed. He made his way through the crowd and found a spot to sit right in the middle of the rows and aisles. not a bad spot, I suppose Worza looked around for Relit who was nowhere to be seen. He watched the first match. A swordsman verses a large man with a one of the biggest axes Worza had seen. The swordsman put up a good fight but was defeated by the axe fighter. More rounds came and went and the axe fighter beat everyone that challenged him.
"The Blood Axe has beaten all our contestants, but I hear our champion has returned and is ready to fight." The announcer yelled to the stadium full of people.
Worza heard cheers like, "The champion has returned!" and "The Blood Axe is dead if he doesn't back out now."
"Here is our champion! The White Fire has returned to defend her title!" The announcer yelled. Worza stood up in astonishment. Relit! "Blood Axe versus our Champion, White Fire!" The crowd roared in cheers.
Blood Axe let his heavy weapon drop to the ground. It made the stadium shake as it created a huge gap in the ground. "I don't want to hurt a little girl." He said.
"What's the matter? Worried your going to lose?" Relit taunted. Blood Axe picked up his axe and was not going to hold back.
"Big mistake, little girl." He roared. The crowd went wild. Worza prayed that Relit would be safe.
Relit took her cape off and let it drop onto the red sand. She had a Mage robe on and the spell book in her hand. "Your my first victim." She teased. "Say goodbye." She opened her book and stuck her other hand out towards Blood Axe. As she read three fire balls appeared around her. Fire? That's basic magic She looked up from her book and shut it abruptly. She pulled her hand back, and then a blue symbol appeared in front of her and then it disappeared. She thrust her hand down and the three fire balls went flying towards Blood Axe. They hit their targets with perfect accuracy. A large fire cylinder appeared with two fire balls swirling upward, almost guiding the fire. After the fire burned out, Blood Axe was dead in one hit. The crowd cheered, "White Fire! White Fire!" Worza looked shocked. that was amazing! he thought. Relit grabbed her cape and walked out of the arena. The announcer said that the arena would be ready for more fights momentarily. Most of the crowd left. Worza was one of them. He had to find Relit and congratulate her. He weaved through the crowd and looked for Relit amongst the crowd.
It was sunset and shadows were long. He waited until that familiar clothing and hair appeared out of the crowd. Relit walked up sneakily behind him. He jumped when he heard "Boo!" behind him. His hood fell off an she saw who he resembled, or was. "Corin...your, your Worza, aren't you?" He nodded guiltily as he put his hood back on. "I knew you weren't who you said you were but I would have never guessed the prince of Frelia. But other than that, how did you like the performance?" She asked happily.
"I thought you would be angry if you found out I lied to you." Worza said, sadly and confused.
"Your the prince, I understand your stories now. I'm not angery."
"Oh. Well you put on quite a show. I would have never expected you to actually fight let alone be the champion of the arena! Thats amazing!"
She shrugged. "I want to get more stronger opponents but the arena is only bringing in new recruits." She sighed.
"So where will you go now?"
"Back to my older sister's house. It's where I stay when I'm In this area." They headed back the way they came.
"So what was that attack called?"
"Elfire. It consists of three fires becoming one large one, but two give half their power to the main one and then the two guide the fire cylinder that happens afterward." She explained.
Worza nodded and then asked, "How did you get you get your nickname, 'White Fire'?"
"It wasn't easy. I had to work my way up the ranks until people started noticing me. Then once they saw my fire attacks and my white hair, I became known as White Fire." They walked on without saying anything. "If you could have a nickname, what would you want it to be?" She asked.
Worza never really thought about it. The words slipped out, "Fast Slash." He answered without meaning to.
"Fast Slash." She echoed. "Thats not a bad name." Worza looked at her. "Really." She confirmed.
"So where is your actual home?" Worza asked.
"I actually don't know. I traveled with my mentor since I can remember. All of Magvel is my home." Relit answered.
They reached the city that the castle was located in. "Goodbye Relit. I hope we meet again." Worza said.
"Until then." Relit answered and then she left to go to her sister's home.
Worza turned and headed for the castle. He entered through the castle's front gate and headed for his room. He was tired and ready to sleep. "Worza? Where have you been?" Worza looked at his uncle Skrise in surprise.
"Uncle, it's good to see you. I was out in the market." Worza answered.
His uncle smiled and said, "You know better than to lie to me. Spike and I saw different. We saw you, with a young Mage girl, go to the arena in the southern part of the city. Care to explain?"
"It's not what you think! Yes we did go to the arena, but I was with her because she was going there as well. I went with her to watch the fighting."
His uncle grinned, wrinkling his small beard and the beginnings of a mustache. "And the reason you came back with her?"
"Long story, she apparently is the champion of the arena. She's known as White Fire."
"I have heard that name many times. She is well known among the southern part of the city."
"She killed a man in one hit with magic." Skrise nodded. "Well, I'm glad to see you again and to know I have a personal guardian. At that, I'm off to bed."
"Good night. Try not to think of that girl too much!"
"Uncle!" Worza yelled as he climbed a mountain of stairs to get to his chambers. He thought of finding a master to teach him how to fight. "Tomorrow, I'll find a master." He mumbled to himself. Fast Slash...That might work
Kinda romantic...ish...anyway, Relit will be back in Worza's life again...later.