Alright, I didn't think I'd write something like this, but I did. This is a short multi-chapter-fic, sequel to "His Finest Hour."
Disclaimer: As usual, I do not own Fire Emblem, Cormag, Valter, Genarog, or any other characters or terms of the Fire Emblem Universe. All of these are the property of Nintendo and Intelligent Systems. Thank you.
Cormag still couldn't believe his ears. "My br-General Glen is dead?"
Valter nodded mournfully. "It is true. He was slain by Eirika. I saw from afar as she drove her sword into his chest. I was too late to save him, but I was able to hear his final message. He said 'Tell Cormag that he is the new Sunstone."
Cormag gritted his teeth. "Show me the body. Then I'll believe."
The other walked away, beckoning for Cormag to follow. He did so, feeling as though the general was playing some kind of cruel joke. Glen was the Sunstone, one of the Imperial Three. Sure, he had been uneasy about confronting Eirika, but even so!
Valter stepped aside, and Cormag beheld the body of his brother. The body seemed to be a mockery of his brother, his side torn and a blossom of blood staining his breastplate.
Cormag stared in silence, taking in the wretched sight. Then, uncaring of who saw him, he fell to his knees. One of the pillars of his life had just crumbled to dust, and now the dust was filling his eyes, blinding him to any idea of what he could do, with his brother and idol dead. He couldn't see anyone around him, and barely heard his own profanities. "Dammit, Valter! Why couldn't I have helped him?"
Hours later, Cormag looked at the practice dummy. In his anger, he had all but pulverized the man-sized object, in addition to his lance.
"Cormag." The wyvern rider turned in surprise to behold Valter approaching him. Valter's wyvern lurked behind its rider, its long neck turning to sniff at scents unknown to man. Cormag dismounted swiftly, and, kneeling, put his hand to his breast.
The general sniffed. "Rise," he said flatly. Cormag did so. "I see you are...angered," the long-haired rider observed dryly. "I sympathize with your loss of your brother. Glen was an esteemed general. However, I have unfortunate news.
Cormag would have stiffened if such an action was possible for him, already stiff as he was. He spoke quietly. "What? Is Duessel now dead? Selena? Riev? Caellach?" He barely cared about the latter two, but was more than a little concerned for Duessel, and privately felt the world would be deprived of great beauty if Selena were to die.
Valter laughed humorlessly. "Riev and Caellach are alive and well. Duessel is in Bethroen, preparing to turn traitor. Selena is pursuing him so as to give him justice." Cormag's face showed no reaction. "My news concerns you. Originally," Valter sighed, "You were going to Bethroen with my reinforcements for Selena. However," he continued, "In light of recent circumstances, I send you with two wingmen to the north. Specifically, to Carcino, as reinforcements for Lieutenant Aias." Cormag noted that Valter placed emphasis on the word "Carcino", as though it was significant…
Eirika! She was headed to Carcino! That was where Glen died! Was Valter truly going out of his way to offer such a chance to a mere knight?
Cormag kept his face blank and semi-respectful, despite his disgust for his twisted superior. "Thank you, General," he replied evenly. "When am I to leave?"
"Tonight," Valter replied. "That is all. Dismissed." Cormag saluted smartly, his vigor renewed by this new opportunity, and left.
That night, Cormag took to the air with two wingmen at his sides, and flew north. He would take this chance, no matter from whom it came. He would avenge Glen. He had to!
Alright! A sequel!
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